Hana slept in the next morning, waking around ten. She examined her apartment, noting the classy but minimalist decor. She had come to a decision. She held great power in her hands and she was certain she could use it to make the world a better place.
But first things first. She made a pot of coffee and sat down on her couch. She was feeling a bit horny, so she decided to view some porn. Hailey had always enjoyed large black men dominating small white women, so that’s where she started, but it didn’t do much for her. She started browsing the various categories, discovering to her surprise that the thing that really got her going was lesbian milfs seducing innocent straight girls. Interesting, she thought, as she let her fingers do their job. She had learned something about herself and she wasn’t sure how she felt about it. Hailey wouldn’t of liked it, but Hailey wasn’t real, and try as she might she couldn’t access anything from Henry’s mind. Or could she? She found with extreme focus she could put herself in a place where her mind and memories slipped back, and with concentration she could feel herself as a man, excited by lesbian porn and confused by the strange sensations his body was having to arousal. Hana’s fingers finished the job and she stood, smiling, feeling like she wasn’t completely divorced from her true self. But she certainly didn’t want to go back either. Henry has been a sad and lonely man. Hana has the world at her fingertips.
Hana showered and dressed. She decided to start the day by administering some karmic justice. She searched her mind and her multiple memories for suitable targets. There was Henry’s asshole former landlord who had refused to fix the heater in the middle of January and was little more than a slum lord. There was Hailey’s abusive stepfather. There was Dewey Johnson, the towns mayor who used his power for petty and hurtful reasons. There was Hana’s neighbor who frequently made racist comments to her. Where would she start?