Yes

James thought for a moment. "Um, Caroline forget all of that stuff."

"What stuff?"

"Nothing," said James. His mind was still not thinking totally straight having figured out his new powers, having just gotten laid, and had fucked with Caroline. Letting her in on his powers might make his life too complimented.

"You're a good fuck toy," said James. "You enjoy being my booty call, and though no one can make you as horny as I can or make you have such incredible orgasms, we can see and fuck other people."

"Oh, of course, but you're still my favorite!" said Caroline.

James did not want to spend the day with Caroline, "Oh, work will go back to normal, and today will be a great day with no problems. I'm quitting because I have a million dollars in the bank and a Rolls Royce with a smoking hot six foot ball blonde Swedish former high fashion model as my expert driver."

"I hope we can fuck again soon!"

"I'm sure we can work that out." James looked down. "I'm wearing a perfectly tailored dark blue silk suit over a silk shirt with a thousand dollar pair of shoes."

He was wearing what he said he was.

"How did you do that?!" said a shocked Caroline.

"You didn't see anything out of the ordinary," said James, "so why ask me that?"

"Oh, I guess I didn't see anything out of the ordinary. Call me soon!"

"Sure thing, fuck buddy!" James left and walked outside. A tan Rolls Royce was at the curb. A stunning, tall blonde woman got out of the driver's seat. She wore a black driver's outfit complete with leather cap under which her hair was tucked.

"Her outfit consists of tight black leather pants, a tight leather vest, leather boots, and a leather cap."

The woman's outfit changed. She looked down and blinked a few times.

"Everything is how it should be," said James.

"Very good, sir," said the woman in a Swedish accent. She went to open the door for him.

"Your name is Ilsa," said James.

"Yes, sir, it is."

James got into the car, and Ilsa closed the door. She got back into the driver's seat. "Where to, sir?"