Leave Her As a Hooker for Now

Your first thought is to undo what Sarah just did to herself, but a big part of you finds the new "hooker" version of your girlfriend extremely appealing.

So you answer her question. "Hell yeah, I'm looking forward to a good time," you say. "Why don't you drive us to the Grand Plaza Hotel? But maybe you should hand me the gun first."

"The gun?" she asks, and then notices it in her lap. "Oh, my God!" she exclaims. She picks it up gingerly, in two fingers, and holds it out for you.

Sarah starts up the Lamborghini and pulls back out onto the street. You start examining the gun, which looks much like a polished chrome handgun, albeit without any mechanism to actually load and fire bullets. You're impressed that your absolute power created such a thing -- and of course, it doesn't do anything that you couldn't do with your power anyway, but it just seems kind of fun to transform by aiming a gun and firing.

You wonder what Sarah was about to suggest, right before she changed herself and put other things on her mind, with putting a dial on the side of the gun. Maybe she meant different degrees of hooker-ness, or maybe she meant options for other changes besides "hooker." You start thinking about what those other options should be -- bimbo, maybe, or just bigger boobs, maybe a total glam makeover, maybe just skimpier clothes -- and maybe you should try fixing the hair trigger, too, while --

It goes off. The red laser beam fires out of the gun's muzzle. It's pointed in Sarah's direction -- fortunately, while you're stopped at a red light.