Mindy Johnson, 24, waitress

Your slender hand closes around the stone as you savor the moment. You want to remember the singular point in time when everything changed for you. If this little pebble can do everything that shopkeeper said it can, you're not about to squander this incredible opportunity.

"Hey! You can't just— Young lady! Give me that stone." The shopkeeper waves furiously at you and raises his voice to get the attention of the young man to whom the stone first revealed itself. "Sir! Do you have any idea what this—"

You hold a finger up in front of the shopkeeper's face, the stone safely enclosed in your other fist. "You didn't see anything. As far as you know, the stone hasn't revealed itself to anyone and you haven't thought of the Reality Stone in years. And you won't remember me speaking now."

He blinks. "Get yer hand out of my face, young lady. What are you even doing, standing about like that. Buy something or get out." He seems fairly grumpy just as a general rule, but that's no matter. He was a loose end and now he's not.

"I was just leaving anyway." you say, lowering both of your hands to the pockets of your faded blue jeans and spinning around to face the exit. With the power of this stone, you'll never have to really put up with anyone ever again, but you feel a little wary of this man in particular. He said he'd seen something centuries ago so there's no telling what role he plays in the world or what powers he possesses. Best to just drop off his radar and make off with the stone.

A small bell mounted on the inside of the door chimes as you leave but the shopkeeper doesn't even look up from the things on his countertop.

Okay, the stone is yours, and the world is your oyster. Checking the time, you see that your shift at the cafe is starting soon. Your manager, Linda, will have a cow if you don't show up. Of course, with the stone, maybe it would be fun to drop by and mix things up a bit. Give Linda a pair of antlers or a tail or something. You chuckle to yourself, imagining it, when your phone chips. It's a text from your boyfriend, Nicholas. reminding you to pick up that new video game he wants after your shift.

Ugh. Maybe you should start with him. You could upgrade him considerably or just trade him out for someone better. With the stone you could probably have anyone you want. That's when it occurs to you that you could have anyone you want. You've always been more or less straight. You've entertained the odd sexual fantasy here and there about other girls, but it's never been anything serious.

You stop to look at your reflection in the glass of a building. "Hey you. Me. Yeah." You focus on the idea that you can find the sexual appeal of anyone and everyone. Men, women, and everything in between. If life is your buffet, you see no reason why you should have any dietary restrictions. "I am pansexual."

A shiver runs through you and you know your words are true. A woman passes you on the street. The scent of her flowery perfume hits different, and you find yourself ogling her delicious ass as she walks by. "Mmm. Yes. That's nice." It occurs to you that you can still stop her if you act fast.

Considering your three self-appointed options, you decide to act.