She finds out if anyone else has ever had this power

"In that case I want to know if anyone else has ever had power like this."

Miranda's eyes go wide. "Oh my god! Get off me!"

You literally go flying backwards. For a brief moment, time slows down like it does for car accident victims. You see every line of rage carved into Miranda's face. Then your back slams into the wall and you stick there, pinned like a butterfly.

"What the hell did you do?" screams Miranda. "Shit, you made the whole world into a sick little wet dream! We were friends!"

"We still are friends," you say. "And the world is fine! I just made it a little more... you know... fun."

"Fun?" says Miranda. She puts her hands on the sides of her head, as if she could squeeze understanding into it. "This is too much. I still remember all this crazy stuff you did, and it's fighting with my memories of the real world. I need to set every thing back and think about this."

Miranda's tall, curvy figure shrinks back to being tiny and flat. Her skin regains all the acne she used to have. She's still cute in all the ways that you never noticed before you got your powers, but she's back to her old looks. Her hair is even back into the braids that she always wears to avoid worrying about being stylish.

Looking around your room, you can see that she didn't just reset herself. All your posters of women have changed back to their old form. Their breasts are merely breasts instead of gigantic and they don't have collars with their names on them anymore.

"James!" calls your mom from downstairs. "What 's all that noise. You don't have a girl up there, do you?"

Miranda gives you a stern look.

"No Mom," you shout back. "I just dropped a bunch of books. I was cleaning up a little."

"Yeah, sure you were," says your mother with a loud laugh. The following silence tells you that she's leaving you alone for now.

Miranda shakes her head. "I can't believe you turned your own mother into a sex doll."

"Hey now, I didn't mean to do that. I just, um, made improvements in every woman in the world. That included her."

The anger fades a little from Miranda's cute Asian face as she laughs at you. "You're such a guy."

A mirror appears in her hand. "Still, I guess not all the changes were bad." She carefully looks over the pockmarks on her face, then looks down at her naked but not impressive body.