“Listen Stacy, you shouldn’t use that power, it’ll cause more harm than good,” Paul warned.
Stacy pointed at him and said “pew.” A jolt of energy struck Paul. His clothes started to melt into his body, as he began to shrink. His body began to twist, flatten, and curve. His screaming was cut short as his mouth was sewn shut. Soon enough, the only thing to exist where he sat was a bra.
“Woah, did you just kill him?” One of the guys asked.
Stacy was curious about that too. Her eyes flew red as she made her vision change. She was able to inspect her surroundings with details that ordinary people wouldn’t be able to perceive.
“Nope. His soul is still there, and he can even still think, see, hear, and perceive the world around him. Meaning that I can do whatever I want to you people, and not have to live with the guilt of murder,” Stacy said.
He pointed at each guy and said “pew,” as bolts of energy shot out at each guy. One became skinny jeans. Another a denim jacket. One became denim shorts. The final became a denim skirt.
“I can do more than just denim,” Stacy said.
She walked outside and saw a couple holding hands. The girlfriend was shocked to find his boyfriend missing, and a new bracelet on her arm.
As she walked down the street, she saw two guys in a fist fight. Soon enough, neither guy had fists to fight with. In their place was a pair of boots.
Finally, she passed by a gym. David walked out of the gym, only to be spotted by Stacy.
David embodied everything Stacy hated. He was a tall, macho man who was constantly trying to work out. He worked with cars, played history video games, and liked pretty much anything that could be seen as masculine. He was also incredibly hot and muscular.
“What a perfect target!” Stacy thought to herself. He would be perfect to turn into the frilliest, girliest ball gown to ever exist. The idea of turning such a masculine man into the most cute, feminine, beautiful article of clothing she could ever think of made her excited. She pointed her finger at him.