"Hmm, that's a good question," said Janet. She grabbed a Kleenex out of the box on Dave's desk and wiped her genital area as she talked, as if it were something she'd done many times before. "I feel like I'm only the person I am today because I had to fight to get the world to take me seriously -- I mean, I can't help looking like something out of some guys' fantasies."
Dave almost chortled at that, given that he had turned Janet into something out of his fantasies, but he kept quiet as she continued.
"But deep down, I think I'd really rather be able to wear clothes," she said. "Even if I couldn't buy stuff off the rack, I'm sure there are specialty places on the Internet."
Dave had been hoping she'd choose that option. He felt she'd be even sexier with what he had in mind. He smiled and said, "But remember how I told you this was a magic pen? All I have to do is write a few sentences, and you'll get everything you ever wanted."
"Wow, really?" asked Janet.
"Yes, really," answered Dave, and he began to write: Janet wears clothes just like any other woman would. Her wardrobe consists only of skimpy, sexy outfits that show lots of skin, which she thinks is normal. She has no trouble finding clothes that fit her off the rack. She remembers she was nude before I started writing.
"Oh, my God!" exclaimed Janet. Dave looked up to see her in a black halter top that barely contained her breasts, and a black miniskirt that showed off her well-formed legs. "This isn't even making me itch! It's a miracle! How can I ever thank you?"
"I think you already have," said Dave. He craned his neck a bit to look at her feet, and wasn't totally happy with the low-heeled black sandals he saw. Then he had a brainstorm: "Actually, I can use your clothes to help out with the height thing, too." He thought for a second, and then wrote, Janet always wears high-heeled shoes or boots with extremely high platforms. She has no trouble standing, walking, or doing any other activity in them. She remembers I made this change.
"Holy crap, I'm tall!" blurted Janet, now that the sandals on her feet had what must have been a 6-inch platform, and a heel that was high enough to put her severely onto her tiptoes.
Dave reassured her as he enjoyed the way she was now thrusting her chest forward. "I know you're not used to wearing shoes like that, so I made it so you won't have any trouble walking."
"This is great!" said Janet, taking a couple of tentative steps around the floor of the office. "Look, the rest of my life, anytime you want to fuck, I'm yours, no matter what."
"I just might take you up on that," Dave replied with a grin.
Janet grinned back, and then said, "Hey, I've got some work to do before the end of the day. You don't mind, do you?"
"Why would I mind?" asked Dave. "You enjoy wearing your clothes tonight --"
Janet interrupted, "Oh, my God! Aren't people going to think it's weird to see me suddenly wearing clothes?"
"Nope, the pen takes care of that," said Dave.
"Amazing," said Janet, taking one more look down at her clothes before she left Dave's office.
Alone, Dave leaned back in his chair and put his feet up on his desk. Today had been a very good day.