Not well.

Mark was apoplectic. "Are you fucking serious? You just gave me one of those things? Why would you do something like that?"

She sat down across the desk and leaned back in her chair. "I knew I couldn't talk you into it."

"No shit you couldn't talk me into it! Who knows how long these things last? For all we know they could be permanent! You might have just ruined my life, Jen! How could you fucking do that to me?"

Jen just sat back with a slight smile, letting him get it all out.

"This is a nightmare! I don't even know what you want in a guy, but whatever it is I'm gonna be that in a few hours! What about when I go home? Am I gonna turn into my dad when I'm around my mom? Or, oh God, some other fucking guy? What about when I'm around dudes, or lesbians? Am I gonna turn into a fucking girl?" He was really freaking out now. "I'll never be me again! I'll have to live in a fucking cabin on a mountainside or something! Forget med school, my life is over! Jen, I'll never, ever, forgive you for this!"

Mark was out of breath from his tirade. His eyes were bloodshot and watery. Jen gave him a second. "You done?"

He glared daggers at her. "You're done. Alright, first of all, I wanna point out that none of that seemed to concern you when this was my problem. It was just a fun little intellectual exercise for you. Second, why would I try to ruin your life? I'm your perfect girl! All I want for you is to improve your life."

"How," he asked raggedly, "could this possibly improve my life?"

"...he asked the genius. Seriously, think about it for a second. I'm your perfect woman. Who do you think my perfect guy is? It's you." She smiled. "Well, not exactly you - I have a really high opinion of you, because your perfect girl admires you. So it's you, but better. The version of you I love is you, but smarter, stronger, hotter."

He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "I don't want to be a version of me, I want to be me! I don't need some shortcut to self-improvement that takes away who I am! Besides, what happens when we walk away from each other and I end up sitting next to some pervert on the bus or hanging out with my friends?"

She smiled patiently, like a teacher watching a slow student connect the dots. "Ok, let me answer that in a couple of ways. You say you don't want a shortcut to self-improvement, but this isn't just about getting in shape or reading more books. Do you think my ideal partner needs much sleep? I think a good man could get by on an hour a night or less and never feel fatigued. And what about diseases? My ideal partner would have an amazing immune system. Why would I want a guy who gets the flu every year?"

She could see him starting to come around to the idea. She pushed on before he could raise more objections.

"Second point. What happens when we part ways? I've been giving that a lot of thought. That's a really tough question, and I've got some ideas but nothing that would help us much long term. The best idea I had was getting another genius to help me with it. But where was I gonna find someone as smart as me?"

Jen smiled, letting the point sink in. "My ideal man isn't just as smart as me, he's smarter than me. He has better judgment, better memory. He can come up with more creative solutions to tricky problems like the one in front of us. Most of all, though, he's you. Have you ever had a girlfriend that you were really into, but you wished you could just fix one thing about her? That's what this is. I'm into you - I think I actually love you. I just want you to be better in a few ways - as much for you as for me."

Mark was starting to see the logic. Was that the pill kicking in? No, it had only been a few minutes, and it took at least fifteen minutes for it to really make much of a difference on Jennifer. He had to admit, she was convincing.

"Ok, fine. I still wish you'd have consulted me instead of just shoving it down my throat. How did you do that anyway?"

She grinned. "We're lucky you want a great kisser."