Dan crossed the street and went back through the park, with no particular destination in mind, just trying to get as far away from the café as possible. When he had almost gotten to the other side of the park, he felt a hand grab him firmly on the upper right arm.
He stumbled, then turned around and saw someone in a long black hooded cloak. His first thought was of the personification of Death, but the figure didn't seem to have a scythe handy -- and seemed to have normal, albeit pale, human hands.
"Did you enjoy the transformation?" came a deep male voice from the cloaked person.
"What?!" exclaimed Dan, looking around for help and finding no one else nearby. "Who are you?"
"Did you enjoy the transformation?" asked the voice again. "She was to your specifications, after all."
"Specifications?" repeated Dan. "No, just idle thoughts. I was just -- how did you see that? Where were you? And I thought -- I mean, I thought nobody else noticed what was going on."
"They did not. They will not, in the future, unless you wish it to be so."
"In the future? What --"
"Yes, the future," said the figure. "You are in possession of but a small portion of my power; however, it is certainly enough to affect your universe according to your wishes and whims. But be warned that the power responds to unconscious and subconscious desires before it responds to conscious ones. I would be very surprised, if you went back to the café, if you were able to reduce the size of Monique's breasts. You seem to strongly prefer that women have large ones."
"Uh..." Dan had no real response for that.
"The ring that you now wear is --"
"The ring!" exclaimed Dan. He started furiously trying to remove it, but it seemed as if his finger had swelled, or his knuckle had grown, or something.
"It is a permanent symbol of your power, which has entwined itself deeply with you. Removing your finger would not remove the power. In fact, since you have a subconscious desire that your body parts remain intact, I suspect attempting that would not work anyway. I also believe that, with subconscious desires for life and youth, you are now immortal and ageless. As I believe your expression goes -- sit back and enjoy the ride."
With that, the figure disappeared in a manner reminding Dan of nothing more than the transporter effect on "Star Trek." "Wait!" he yelled, but to no avail. He halfheartedly pulled on the ring a few more times, then finally gave up and sighed.