Transferrable descriptors.

"Kind of a weird way to start a branch," Melissa said.

Kevin looked up from his book. "Hmm?"

"Oh, sorry." She grinned and held out her wrist for him to examine. He looked closely and saw a small word printed on it.

"Expository?"

"I'm expository. This is descriptor, a small token with a description on it. It's about the size of a quarter and adheres to the skin. It can only be removed by the person who-"

"I know all this," he said irritably. He slapped a descriptor against the back of her hand. By the time she finished reading it, Melissa was a horny bimbo.

"Like, what was I saying?" she giggled. "Oh yeah! You can have more than one. You can even put 'em on yourself!"

She slapped a token against her arm and her breasts immediately ballooned cartoonishly. "They can have a physical effect, too. See? And, uh, what was I gonna say? Oh, right!"

She slapped a token against Kevin's forearm and he squeaked. "What the fuck?" he cried in a high, feminine voice. He gawked at his breasts, then at the small word FEMALE on his arm. Before he could react, she placed another small token next to it:

...AND LIKES IT.

"Ooh, using compound tokens to make me love my sexy new body, mm?" She batted her lashes girlishly. "Well, two can play at that game."

She slapped a token against Melissa's bicep: HOT. Melissa grinned with much fuller, poutier lips and watched Kevin put another token next to it.

"El manager?" she said quizzically, her casual clothes morphing into a professional suit. Her slow, bimbofied mind was suddenly preoccupied with bookings, cancellations, and employee evaluations.

"See?" Kevin said. "It's not like we can somehow 'store' other people's attributes and dole them back out. It's more like you can create physical tokens that have a certain adjective or descriptive phrase written on them and apply them to others at will."

Melissa giggled at her silly guest. Kevin pulled down her shirt to reveal one breast with a small word rushed above it: META.

"End of the line?" Melissa asked, her smile faltering.

"I doubt most people even read this far," Kevin said. "Time for stories."