You rev the engine and pull Phoebe's car out of her space, and away from the mall, laughing her shrill laugh. You look into her eyes in the rear view mirror, and chuckle. "Oh, Phoebe," you sigh. "You're perfect in so many ways. But for ****, you're not quite perfect enough. Just the first step in a wider plan."

You rap your painted nails along the steering wheel as you consider your next play. As it happens, regardless of who you're going to take on, the plan is the same. You need a new identity, and Phoebe - or specifically her car - is going to get it for you. You rev the engine again and pile on the power, tires screaming as you make a turn onto the highway.

There are two options for your next move. The football team are playing tonight. You have a whole host of strategies for taking them down a peg or two. You could take over one of the cheerleader squad and distract them, or become the coach or quarterback and ruin the plays. But part of you wonders if you should just shut them down early, sneak a sedative into their water bucket, or mess around with their kit in the locker room. As anybody from the janitor to one of the team, you could do anything.

But then there's Collins. His wife is an equally attractive possibility. Miranda Collins is well known in your school: a classic blonde bombshell, perfect shape and voluminous blonde locks. She raised eyebrows once when the school found the principal's online photo account, and took everyone's breath away as she was dressed as Marylin Munroe at a costume party. Collins did his best to have **** on the students that found the account. And given that was you and Jimmy...

You sigh, and pile on the speed. 70...80...90. You're now at the limits of Phoebe's car, and you're laughing as you consider your ****. Ms Franklin was always talking about the 'Ring of Gyges', and how absolute power corrupts absolutely. Well, this is absolute power. And a little corruption, to either Collins' or the football team's life, would be a good thing.

The dashboard flashes blue, and you hear the wail of a siren behind you. Phoebe's eyes sparkle, and you chuckle, slowing the car down. Elegantly you straighten your dress and preen your hair as you pull over on the darkest stretch of road you can find. The sun's beginning to set, and you wait patiently as the officer pulls up behind you. The shadow begins to walk toward you, a flashlight in hand, which shines straight in your face. You blink for a few seconds, and look at the uniformed figure standing outside.

It's not officer O'Sullivan, the only member of the local police department you know. It's much, much better. The officer is Hispanic, with long black hair tied up in a ponytail, strong features and large, pouting lips that are curled in irritation. You study the woman's shape under her uniform, admiring her athletic physique.

"What's the matter, officer?" You chuckle. "Tail light out?"

"License and registration, m'am." The officer says, barely restraining her irritation. You reach for your purse, and the pens within it.

"Of course." You say, before there is a short glow, and the sound of something falling to the floor."

*****

Your name is Julieta Suarez. Officer Julieta Suarez, as you straighten your uniform, and fasten your belt, handcuffs, baton, to your waist. You feel your new chest expand against the bullet proof vest, and walk back to the squad car, letting a confused Phoebe drive away. Calmly, you take your new seat, smiling with pouting lips as you 'accidentally' delete the latest files from the squad car's video record.

Now you have two options. Either you can head to the local stadium and mess with the football team - you could slip into another disguise, or even pull over the team on the way there and mess with them that way. Or you can head back to the station. You remember hearing that the delightful Mrs Collins works as a file clerk at the local police precinct. And now, as the trusted officer Suarez, you have easy access to the entire precinct...