Stud Muffin appeared to be finished. He walked back and forth along the line, addressing the transformed women. "I don't know why you all look so terrified. I know you can't see yourselves just yet, but trust me, you're all extremely beautiful and devastatingly sexy -- most of you in a very 'exotic' way. And I've magically given you some things I think any woman would love. For example, you can't get fat, no matter how much you eat and how little you exercise. You don't grow body hair, so you don't have to worry about shaving. You'll always look like you're wearing perfectly applied makeup, so no worry there, either. No cramps when you're having your period and very little flow. You'll always be comfortable wearing high-heeled shoes -- of course, you'll be very uncomfortable after a couple of minutes when you take them off, but still..."
Stud Muffin chuckled at that. Jon thought the women looked even more scared.
"You're immune to all diseases," Stud Muffin continued. "So feel free to have unprotected sex. Heck, smoke all you want. In fact..." He looked like he was about to go back to his transformation device, but then changed his mind.
"No, I have a better idea." He turned to his blonde companion and ordered, "B.J., pick a number between one and five."
She scrunched up her face in concentration for a few seconds and then said, proudly, "Seven!"
Stud Muffin shrugged. "Close enough." He punched a couple of buttons on his device as he aimed it at the line of women. It glowed briefly, but there was no visible effect.
He then took note of one of the outfits being modeled in front of him. "Are you wearing a high school cheerleading uniform?"
The woman with the dark-chocolate skin and porn-star body couldn't answer him, but Jon knew the answer was yes. He knew from before her transformation, when she was a petite redhead, that her name was Beth; she was one of the nicer members of the cheerleading squad, although that didn't mean much when Sarah McMillan set the standard for cheerleader personalities.
At any rate, the outfit that this ebony-hued woman was wearing had changed considerably. The full-coverage sweater had shrunk to little more than a bikini top, the skirt had shrunk to a few pieces of fabric attached to a bikini bottom, and the 2-tone athletic shoes had turned into knee-high leather boots with 4-inch heels.
"Ah, that's great," said Stud Muffin without hearing any sort of response as he started punching buttons into his device. "I love it when I pick a place that has at least one high school girl. Gives me a chance to make some great changes to reality -- for one thing, to modify the dress code." He finished pressing buttons, and the device glowed once again with no visible changes. "I think you're going to like the changes to your school once you see them tomorrow."
He stepped back and slowly looked over the line of women one more time. "Okay, I think I'm satisfied," he said. "Now, I'm going to remove your paralysis just enough so you can talk. Does anyone have any questions?"
All the women started angrily talking at once.
Stud Muffin smiled as if he'd been expecting the din, then held up his hand, and the sound ceased again. "Okay, one at a time," he said. He pointed at one woman. "You."
