Jennifer closed her eyes and saw the exact image of a black-haired man in her mind--the first attacker. She saw a place, and even a route by which she could walk there--his current location, and directions to the exact spot. She even heard his name inside her brain. She could have found out anything about him, had she cared to know more. Instead, she walked. And then she realized that she didn't need to walk. She could use her borrowed powers to simply appear where she wished to be.
Jennifer knocked on the door of his dorm room and waited for him to answer.
"Oh, um, hello. Have we met?" he asked, looking her up and down like a piece of meat.
"Probably once or twice around campus. Can I come in?"
"Heck yeah, babe," he said, closing the door behind both of them after she was inside. He stayed by the door, staring at her rearward areas as she stepped into the center of the room. "So what have I done to earn this unexpected visit from such a nice piece of ass in the middle of the night?"
"Cut the crap, Radford. I already know what you did."
"Now, now, no need to be so formal. I never have liked my first name. All my friends call me Rad. I can consider you my 'friend', right?"
"No, Radford, you absolutely cannot. You see, I'm Reese K's best friend, and I know you were there. I know what you and the others did to her, and I know you're the one who got it all started."
He seemed surprised at first, but then his expression changed to something more like pride, and ... titillation.
"Well then, you also know the red-headed bimbo was asking for it," he said. "You've seen what she wears around campus: tight tank tops, short shorts that might as well be bikini bottoms. I've seen her glancing across classrooms with that look in her eye. You know what that says to all the real men on campus: she's saying that she wants us to show her a real man..."
"Is that really what you think she's saying, just by wearing her own clothes and making eye contact with strangers? Well, maybe you'd like to look a little more like her and see if that's what you're saying. But let's get something straight, right here and right now: you are NOT a real man!"
Radford's hair got longer and started turning red. Then his clothes tightened to reveal a more feminine form that was taking shape beneath them. His chest bulged more and his groin bulged less. His shoes lifted up in the back until he was wearing high heels. The clothes in his closet changed into skirts, tank tops, short shorts, revealing dresses, and even bikinis. In fact, some of the dresses were actually fairly modest, but they looked feminine enough for a man like Radford Mildrake to think he could do whatever he wanted to to whoever wore one. Rad was doomed to look like his own definition of a bimbo now, regardless of which outfit he chose.
"What just happened?" he asked, terrified, in a higher pitched voice. He covered his mouth and tried to stifle a scream. He ran into the restroom between this dorm in the next, just so he could look over himself in the mirror.
"Justice happened," muttered Jennifer under her breath, "or at least, it's about to happen."
Jennifer had arranged things so that a different sexual predator, who lived down the hall, was walking toward Radford's dorm already, thinking tonight was the night he would score with the hot redhead he'd been watching for weeks. And lest this other predator go unpunished for his own actions, he would cease to exist at sunrise, after his deed with Radford was done.