Sister Cecilia

John entered the church and found it mostly empty. He wandered about the dimly lit place until he found just what he was looking for.

"Can I help you, young man?" she asked, not sounding at all helpful. "This part of the cathedral isn't open to the public."

"Oh, I'm sure you can hekp me, Sister..." he said.

"I'm Sister Cecilia," she said. "But if you're needing spiritual guidance, you'll be wanting Father William. I'll show you where to find him."

"Actually,Sister Cecilia, I really do want your opinion," John insisted. "See, I woke up with this power, and I'm not sure if it's from God or the Devil."

"What sort of power?" she asked, scowling.

"Well, I can change things," he explained. "Just about anything, as far as I can tell. And being able to change the whole of creation sounds like it woukd have to come from God, but from what I understand, the G-man isn't big on casual sex, and that seems to be what I've mostly been using it for."

"Young man this is entirely inappropriate!" she fumed. "I'm a nun!"

"Yes, I'm sure you long ago resolved yourself to celibacy," he said. "But surely you remember being tempted when you were younger."

He snapped his fingers.

Sister Cecilia was now in her mid twenties. And horny as sin.