"Lady, watch out!" screamed the driver as he slammed his brakes.
The beautiful Asian woman stumbling around in the middle of the busy street didn't seem to hear him as she didn't swerve, causing him to crash right into her.
"Oh my God!" the man screamed as he witnessed his front bumper ram into the woman and knock her to the ground. He jumped out of the driver's seat and ran over to her.
The gorgeous pedestrian was laying in the street, her breasts heaving underneath her sleeveless red top, her legs hidden underneath his classic '57 Bel Air.
"Lady, are you alive?!!!"
She nodded her head without opening her eyes.
"Unfortunately, yes. I wish I wasn't though. I hate this dimension" Regina moaned.
The man backed away a couple of steps.
"Oh, are you one of those people? The immortal lesbians from that weird church?"
Regina silently shook her head. Opening her bleary eyes, she got onto her hands, her nails painted purple, and climbed up off of the asphalt.
"No. No, I don't belong to the church. But I'm infected with the virus, so if you don't want it, you better stay away from me. Immortality isn't all it's cracked up to be."
"Are you sure that you're going to be OK? Should I call an ambulance?".
"No, no, sir, I'm fine. Thank you for worrying. I'm just a little drunk right now and felt some self pity. I'll walk it off."
"Well OK, if you say so..."
The male driver got back in his convertible, unsure of what just happened, and drove away.
Regina, whose injuries had instantly healed, crossed the street and walked to the local 7/11 to buy some chocolate milk.
She didn't know why. She was just in the mood. Maybe chocolate milk was her hangover cure.
Or maybe it was because she didn't really have any more money to buy booze.
As Regina walked by him, a random white guy catcalled her.
"Ah, China girl. Me love you long time."
Regina sighed and casually flicked her hand at him.
A spell escaped from it and transformed the grown man into a ten year old boy.
As the man turned preteen stood on the sidewalk in shock at his new reality, Regina ignored him as she carried on.
The spell would wear off after twenty four hours, so no permanent damage. Just long enough for him to think about what he said.
Regina smiled to herself, just a bit.
She still had it.
It just wasn't enough to get back home.
**
Logan and Allison were in bed, holding hands.
Quarantine was actually kind of nice.
"Wouldn't it be funny if I showed up at my parents's house right now and I told them that I was going to kill myself again? I pull out a knife, cut my wrists, and they scream, and then my wrists heal right up?" Logan asked with a lasvcivious grin.
"Oh my God, don't you dare" laughed Allison.
**
"So, Tom" Aziza asked him in an accent which Tom was finding increasingly sexy, reminding him a bit of Gal Gadot. "What should I do?"
"Well" Tom said stoically, "you're the Kind Lady, right? I think you should fix them. Even if they're evil, you can just transform them back. You can do that, right?"
"Yes, I can, and I like the way you think, Tom" Aziza said and kissed him on the cheek.
Aziza muttered a spell and pointed her hand, and the awkward looking vacuum cleaner transformed into a man.
He was tall, like Tom was, white, with dark hair and handsome features, and somewhere in his twenties or thirties.
The man took one look at Aziza.