Then she saw the perfect target. A pair of teenagers, a boy and a girl, skateboarding.
"Here goes nothing, Bethany." She said to herself.
She took aim with the box nervously and hit the button point it at the first boy.
Just like the girls, the boy was gone, replaced with a over thirty man in a pair of khakis, clean cut, with a sweater-vest over a button up shirt, about to head off to get some more ties for work.
In her excitement, Bethany hit the girl as well, watching eagerly now. The short haired skateboarder seemed confused why she was alone out here before she changed, becoming a smiling woman of thirty, dressed in a grey pencil skirt, black tights with heels, and a jacket. She adjusted the scarf around her neck as she moved to grab the arm of her now husband. They both now wore rings as they walked away, the girls skateboard rolling away by itself.
The transformation of these punks into mature adults had amazed Bethany Watergate, and she was filled all the potential of this device...
