What if we try something truly impossible?

"Hey Gabrielle?" you ask, devious smirk on your face, "Are those natural?"

"Of course not," she looks at you quizzically, "I just told you they were expanding implants."

"Well see I'd like if they were natural," you say, eager to test the limits of your power.

"Well, I-" Gabrielle stutters, and looks around for a few short moments before her face clears and she straightens out, looking as if nothing had happened. "Of course they're natural, they just had a growth spurt today!", she exclaims happily.

"But didn't you just tell me they were expanding implants?" you attempt to get her to recall the event just moments prior.

"No of course they aren't, do those even exist?"

You smile to yourself and decide to delve even deeper into your experimentation. "I would like it if you were an alien with DNA equivalent to a human being's but actually from another galaxy from a species that has mastered spaceflight." as you lay out your new terms to the ring, Gabrielle blinks a few times.

"How did you know!" she recoils in what thankfully seems to be only shock. "Our DNA is identical! How could you have possibly figured that out?"

You shrug, looking over at Cara who has been watching all these changes with relative nonchalance. You mull it over for a moment and decide to finish your experimentation with a final change that shouldn't make sense under any circumstance, and are excited to see what rationalizations Gabrielle, or more likely the ring, can come up with. "Could you explain to me how, despite being an alien, and being born in a different galaxy, I, a human being born on earth, am your father, despite your mother also being a human being born on earth and neither of us having ever left earth?" you lean back, preparing for some complex answer as to how your new reality is possible.

But it never comes. Gabrielle looks at you, squints, and then says "What? You're not my father,"

"I see." is what you say out loud, but internally you're unsure whether to rejoice at having found an impossibility in the system of the ring, or to lament over the fact that the ring isn't all-powerful. You decide that, as the ring's boundaries are so far off of what you want to do with it, it doesn't really matter all that much that it's fallible. You make a mental note, "no paradoxes or impossible scenarios", before making sure to revert your test changes (leaving the natural D-cup breasts of course), and continuing on with your fun.