Kelly smiled. He had figured out a procedure for transforming Ms. Smith that would both conform to her predelections and provide entertainment.
"OK, you like swearing and competitive male culture. You need to get used to being a powerful man. Here's what we'll do. Your transformation will occur incrementally. Every time someone says fuck you to you or tells you to go fuck yourself, you'll become a little more of a man. You'll know when the transformation is complete."
"I thought this would be a machine or drugs or something. What is this, magic?"
"Yeah, exactly. That's the deal, take it or leave it."
Ms. Smith grinned. "OK, that works for me."
She turned to walk out. "One more thing." Kelly called after her. She turned around. "Go fuck yourself."
Ms. Smith grew an eighth of an inch, found her shoes a little tight, and felt her shoulders broaden a trifle. "Thank you!" she answered Kelly.