Let's see what it's like

The device just appeared on my dresser one day, next to my phone.

It looked just like a small smooth jewel. But it was subtly changing colour in a way that I still have difficulty describing, but which is pretty compelling. It still does look that way actually: I'm looking at it now.

To tell the truth, I'm not sure that it's entirely safe to look at. It feels as though your thoughts are being gently steered, just from looking at it. Come to think of it, given what I know of it, it'd be slightly amazing of it didn't; given that it seems to interact on a pretty subtle mental level. Can something like that read thoughts and somehow not affect them?

Well, anyway, the device certainly gives me the feeling of being safe to use, and of leaving me freedom of choice. It's impossible to be completely sure, as it's a bit like Mephistopheles' idea of a 21st birthday present. But for everything I've done with it, I do still feel like myself, like these were my choices.

What fun and silly choices some of them have been...

Where the hell did this thing come from anyway? I still can't get over it some times. Somewhere, a demi-god who makes Dyson spheres on their lunch hour dropped their screwdriver like, and it's like I'm this randy chipmunk who's really using it to screw around if you know what I mean. It doesn't even have any moving parts though. None I can see, anyhow. I only call it a 'device' like, because I can feel it when it's doing work.

And even that's not simple. It's easy enough to just use. Like, I can change the world wholesale. There's some complicated safeguards built in, but I can change a lot of weird and specific stuff. It's all temporary, it all changes back. But nobody blinks an eye the whole time: they just take it in stride, like. Even weirder, the more changes and the bigger the changes, the longer it all lasts. Never a very long time so far, never much more than a week, but that's definitely long enough for some good mischief.

The weirdly specific thing is that whatever what I change, for as long as the changes last, I change physically to the opposite sex. I can affect how that pans out a tiny bit, but it always changes. That seems pretty specifically geared to humans I have to say. Hence the worry about my hypothetical well-wisher, Mr. Mephistopheles. How any of this makes any sense, I've no idea.

Let me tell you though, of all the places for this weird gizmo to show up, I'm fucking glad it came to me. The things I've done with this...

But what am I like? I haven't even introduced myself. I'm: