Transforming himself

David descended the stairs into what his family jokingly call his father's "fortress of solitude". The stuffy, badly lit basement where the elder Benson spent his free time tinkering with various gadgets and doodads, much to the frustration of Mrs Benson and the amusement of David and his sister Jenny.

"Dad, did you hear me?" He called into gloom "I said, mom... woah!"

He gasped as an overhead light clicked on revealing a vision of loveliness in black stockings and stiletto heels.

"Ha, I thought this might get your attention," the slender brunette laughed further compounding David's bafflement by speaking in Michael Benson's manly baritone.

"What? Dad, is that really you?"

David gaped at the woman more than half convinced he's the victim of an elaborate prank.

"In the flesh son," she (he?) laughed "Uh, figuratively speaking."

He struck a provocative pose expecting his son to ask the obvious follow up question but the younger man was clearly too befuddled to form a coherent sentence.

Sighing, the ersatz girl decided to just give it to him straight. As briefly and as clearly he could he explained the principles and functions of the reality engine, how it offered effectively unlimited power within its area of effect, and how transforming a middle aged man into a lingerie model was barely scratching the surface of its capabilities.

By the time he'd finished David seemed to understand even if he didn't yet fully believe.

He nodded slowly, processing this fantastical infodump until he was finally ready to speak, and this time he did ask the obvious question...