First fun

With a thought, you're in your faded Old Navy jeans and black t-shirt. Another thought gives you a well-toned body, white, straight teeth, and you're clean and scrubbed. You think about getting a new wardrobe or making yourself look like a cross between Brad Pitt, Justin Timberlake, and Russel Crowe, but you decide to keep your looks and clothes and make it to where everyone is honest and open with you.

You know it's pointless to go to class now with your new powers, so you skip your 9 am class and head outside. You're apartment house is in an area of town with the college on one side, the business district on the other, an old industrial district on one side, and an upscale subdivision on the other, so people drive past your building from the subdivision to the business district. You spy a beautiful woman in a Mercedes convertible pull up to the stop sign by you. With a thought, her car stalls. You walk over as she can't start her car.

"Need some help?" you ask. You get a good look at her. She appears to be in her late twenties. But with a thought, you know she's 28, 5'10, 125 lbs, with C cup breasts. She's the youngest vice presidnent in the history of her marketing firm. She's single, ambitious, and will do anything to be successful. She's wearing a gray pin striped skirt that comes to her knees, a blue blouse, and the matching blazer is folded on her seat just covering a leather brief case.

"I'll do it if you go out with me," you say, making sure she says exactly what she is thinking.

"Please! I date guys who could buy you and keep you little less buy you and sell you. Do I look like I date guys like you?"! she asks.

You concentrate for a moment. The woman is no longer in a car. She's on a girl's bicylce. The bike is for a small girl and has training wheels, a white basket, and tassels on the handle bars. Thanks to you, the woman's past has changed, and she's failed her driver's test every year since she was 16. She also is too proud to accept a ride from anyone else, too stuck up to ride the subway or a bus, and thinks cabs are gross. She is very bad at riding a bike, thus the training wheels. She's now wearing her blazer, but her briefcase has been replaced by a vinyl Barbie backback. She's wearing a pink bicycle helmet too. She knows riding this child's bike is humiliating, but it's he best alternative to keep her independence. You watch her ride off, her long legs cause her knees to stick out as she peddles off to the laughter of the other motorists.

You laugh too at how ridiculous she looks.

You wonder where to go, campus, a sorority house, the gym?

She looks over at you for a moment. "Yeah, my car won't start. Think you know what's wrong," she says in an annoyed voice.