Justine

You were wondering when your other roommate, Justin, might stagger in. But then you put a palm to your forehead. He could be there whenever you want! You do control reality!

You leave Josie to her domestic duties in the kitchen and step out into the living room. You look up Justin on your device and with just a few taps he is there with you, looking even more confused than usual.

"Dude, what the fuck just happened?" He asked. He smells horrible and is smoking the skunkiest joint in the history of marijuana.

"It's been 5 days," you remind him. "I'll need your third of the rent now."

"Dude, I'm, like, still waiting on Charlie to pay me for that one gig, but you know I'm totally good for it as soon as he pays me, I'll bring it right to you," he says.

"Yeah, no," you say. "That's not gonna work anymore, Justin. We're gonna make some big changes around here. Starting with how you smell."

You make a few taps and your stoner roommate's joint , and in turn his clothes, now smell like fresh-baked gingersnaps, one of your favorite smells

"What the fuck?" He exclaimed, sniffs at his joint, then tokes and giggles.

"Like I said, changes," you say. "Since you never have the money, we're going to have to find another way for you to pay me back, Justine."

"Dude, my name's Justin," he corrects.

"Not anymore," you counter and click

Your stoner roommate is now a hot Asian chick in a halter top.

She looks down at her new body and then at her new smokes.

"Oh wow," she says. "I am sooooo fucked up!"

Then she tokes again and giggles stupidly.

"Not nearly as much as you're going to be," you assure her. "Now about how you're going to pay me back..."