Time to start a career

You exit the Hooters and look at the busy downtown street. Business people scurry back and forth between the tall buildings. You realise that now that you have all this power, there's no need to bother with finishing high school.

You walk across the street to a tall business building. All the cars stop to let you pass, of course. A dark, finely tailored business suit replaces your clothes as you enter the lobby.

You see a thin brunette receptionist at a desk. She looks like she's in her thirties. You chop 10 years off her age, change her suit to a red bikini, and expand her chest a couple of cup sizes. You feel it's important that your new company be properly represented.

"Hello, sir!" says the receptionist as she brushes her long, dark hair from her face. "Can I help you?"

"Yes," you say. "What kind of company is this?."

"Well, the second floor is a shipping company, the third and fourth floors..."

You lean on the desk and gaze thoughtfully at her bikini and the wonderfulness it holds. "No, no, that's fine. And the shipping company is much more successful than that, they take up the whole building. I should know, I'm starting my new job there today."

"Sir, this is a 14 story building with over 30 different..." A wave of understanding washes over her face as you mold the world to your words. "Oh! Right, I'm sorry sir, I wasn't thinking. They're expecting you on the 5th floor."