Nowhere, you play around with your new powers in the comfort of your own bedroom.

You jiggle your doorknob, assuring yourself of your own privacy, before throwing open your computer desk's bottom drawer and rifling through the stack of half forgotten papers and half filled notebooks. Near the very bottom of the drawer, well hidden from prying eyes, is your prized collection of nudie magazines. From the modest stack, you pull out a swimsuit issue of Sports Illustrated, one of the less risqué items of your collection. The magazine is well worn and well read, having passed between half a dozen owners before finding it's way into your hands; you remember swiping it from a waiting room a while back.