"Well," said Ryan, shrugging, "if it could change me back then I'm damn well giving it a shot."
"We don't know what it'll do," Johnny cautioned. "For all you know, it could make things worse."
"I'll take that chance," Ryan replied, tentatively reaching out a hand towards the orb. Her fingertips slowly drew closer to its milky, translucent surface, until suddenly the green light within broke through and arced to her hand like a giant static shock. Yelping with fright, Ryan yanked her hand back, shaking it in an attempt to alleviate the tingling numbness caused by the shock.
"Ow!" she snapped. "Dammit, it zapped me! We come all the way down here for a giant lightbulb, and the stupid thing zaps me!"
Johnny had been watching the whole thing warily, and thought she had noticed something change. Once Ryan had stopped shaking her hand, she could see clearly that it had. "Ryan," she said, quietly, "your nails are painted."
Ryan glanced at her fingernails, which were indeed painted a soft pink, complementing her rich red lipstick nicely. "Well, of course they are!" she said, clasping her hands behind her back and jutting her naked breasts out. "Gotta look good for the b-oh God..."
She stared at her hand again. "Oh my God!" she screeched. "Why are my nails painted? Why was I thinking about boys!? What just happened?"
"I'm not sure," Johnny said, "but I suggest we don't touch that thing again."