After thinking for a while, Jenny answered with a slowly creeping, mischievous smile, "...Surprise me, babe", she said.
Upon noticing her boyfriend's confused face, she elaborated, "I know that I'm pretty vanilla in bed," she confessed sincerely, "and I want you to change whatever you want to fulfil whatever sexual fantasy you have with me.
"Oh, babe. That's so sweet", he answered, "But you know I don't need that to love you".
"I know. Now shut up and go for it!", she answered, smiling again.
Jeff simply chuckled and turned back to his computer to start working the program, "Good luck, babe...", he said, excitement in his voice, before pressing 'Enter'.
Jenny blinked. To an outsider it would've seemed like nothing at all has happened to either of the two - except for a slight change in Jenny's stance, which was... wider? And for her feet, which were now bare - her pale toes, tipped with the same white polish that adorned her fingernails, now gripped the cold floor.
"Huh? Jeffy, did you do anyt-" she started, not understanding what happened either... before a ringing started in her head, which lasted about two seconds.
Two seconds in which memories flooded into her head: Memories of a car accident early in her childhood, waking up in the hospital unable to move her arms. Of the hardship of her new life, and of the triumph in overcoming all of the hardships, in choosing to continue living a normal life despite her dysfunctional arms - learning to use her feet instead.
She lifted her head up, and looked at Jeff with shock, accompanied with... intrigue... and excitement.
"Jeff, you dirty sexy boy", she said, letting a smile creep unto her face.