" . . . set you up on a date."

"Are you crazy?" you exclaim as you walk away from your parents' house. "Look, I get the message. No more making girls pull their skirts up at the mall, I get it. Now, can you just change me back to myself?"

The brunette ignores you completely. She is looking at the device thoughtfully. "Where did you get this thing?" she asks.

"From some wacky doctor scientist guy who said it's designed to change reality," you tell her. (See http://www.transformationlist.com/story/game4/17.html.) "He wanted me to test it and let him know if it works right."

"This doctor of yours sounds like a complete idiot," the brunette snorts.

"I guess he is," you agree. "Well, from the standpoint of being a poor judge of people, anyway. In other ways," you add, motioning your head at the device, "he's obviously pretty damn smart."

"I'd like to meet this doctor later on," the brunette says. "But for now, as I said, we're going to get you a date."

"I may look like Hillary Duff right now, but I don't want a boyfriend," you tell the brunette firmly.

The brunette scratches her chin thoughtfully. "Hmmm, who to set you up on a date with? Should it be a boy . . . or a girl?"

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