Where's the Ring?

"I lost my wedding ring," she explains, looking down on the ground. Everyone else starts looking around.

"I don't see anything," says the genie. "Maybe we should look after we finish the game."

"No, hold on," says the schoolgirl. "It might be in my purse." She runs out of the room to the bedroom where all the purses and coats are being kept.

"You better go," says Gunther to Phoebe. "You don't want your collars to shock you again."

"Okay, sure," says Phoebe, but just as she reaches for the spinner, there are simultaneous screams from each bedroom. The schoolgirl comes running out carrying her purse and coat and yells, "Look at this!" Rachel comes running out wearing a green halter top and a pair of tight vinyl pants and yells, "Look at this!"

There's a short pause, and then Mona asks, "Uh, what exactly are we supposed to be looking at..."

Rachel screams, "My clothes! I put on a T-shirt and sweatpants and they just, you know, changed into this! And I looked up and everything in my closet was changing! All my clothes are hooker clothes now!"

"Sounds good to me," you say, and Gunther looks especially happy. Rachel shoots you a look, and Monica stands up to put an arm around her friend.

The schoolgirl starts waving around the wallet out of her purse. "I happened to see my driver's license -- I only look this old in the picture, and it's got the under-21 stamp, and it shows my date of birth being 18 years ago, and it says my name is Andrea Louise Barnes -- my maiden name! And I've only got one credit card and it's, like, a student Visa, and I've got a student ID from Columbia that shows I'm a freshman!"

"Whoa, sounds like the game literally made you 18," points out the busty devil girl.

"So your name's Andrea, huh?" you say with a wink, but she's not really paying attention to you.

"Can I borrow your coat?" asks Rachel.

"What? Oh, sure," says Andrea. "I don't even know why I brought it out here. My purse was under it. I just wasn't thinking clearly. Maybe if I call my husband --"

Rachel puts the coat on, and everyone's stunned as it morphs from a long brown trenchcoat into a tiny fur-lined bolero jacket.

"Well, this sucks," says Rachel. She takes the jacket off, and it morphs back into the coat again, in her hand.

"Oh, shit," says Mona. She stands up and says, "Hey, do you have any scissors you don't really care about?"

Rachel answers, "Uh, I think there are some utility scissors in the drawer next to the oven." Mona runs over to the kitchen area, rummages through the drawer, and then runs to the bathroom.

Monica starts, "Hey, play safe and don't run with scis--" She can't get the thought out, because she suddenly grimaces, as do the rest of the women who are still wearing collars.

"Oh, shoot, it must have been five minutes," says Phoebe. She spins the dial on the game board and immediately relaxes -- the punishment from the collars must have stopped.