The guy said, "Um, actually, I have a proposition for you."
Someone yelled out from further back in the room, "Jim, don't do it!"
"I'm listening," said Loki.
Jim nervously touched the ring through his septum with his thumb -- he was one of the few non-Goth guys to end up with a piercing in his nose. "Since you're willing to reverse everyone's piercings or everyone's tattoos -- would you be willing to reverse both on just us guys -- actually, the Goths can keep theirs -- so the girls still have them?"
Loki blinked. The noise level started to rise as people started to discuss what they thought of this idea. Jim raised his voice a bit to try to sway Loki: "I think the girls look kinda hot, but us, not so much -- ow!" A girl with hair the color of green Easter basket grass had hit him in the shoulder.
A smile crept onto Loki's face. "Do you know her?" he asked Jim.
"Yeah, she's my date Ashley," Jim answered as he rubbed his muscular arm.
Ashley tried crossing her arms, but realized it squashed and pushed up her enlarged breasts to an uncomfortable degree, so instead settled for putting her hands on her hips, an annoyed expression on her face.
"Okay, Ashley," asked Loki, "if it were up to you, what would you reverse?"
"Huh," said Ashley. She looked down to where the pendant of her necklace rested against her upper chest, just above a yin-yang tattoo which was itself just above a canyon of cleavage formed by melon-sized mammaries that strained against a dress designed to hold a much smaller amount. She looked up and said, "I gotta say, the fucking --" She clapped her hand against her mouth as her eyes went wide. Jim looked at her as she cautiously removed the hand, then said, "I didn't fucking mean to --" The hand went over the mouth again. She took a deep breath, removed it, and said in a measured, even tone, "I would like you to reverse the fucking --" She rolled her eyes and said, much louder, "Did you give me fucking Tourette's, you cocksucker?"
"No," said Loki. "It's not a tic, it's just a magical compulsion to have a more colorful vocabulary. It won't be a problem if you don't talk. And your boyfriend might enjoy it, especially in bed."
Ashley immediately protested, "He's not my fucking --" She stopped herself and groaned, then threw up her hands.
Loki turned back to Jim. "I could reverse that, if that's what you'd rather I did."
"Are you kidding?" said Jim. "I wish all girls talked dirty like that."
Most of the room gasped, as Loki said, "Wow, you're really a man after my own heart!"
It suddenly occurred to Jim what he'd said. He stuttered, "N-no! I didn't mean to -- I mean, I didn't --"
Loki put up a hand. "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. For now, let me give you the reversal you asked for." He snapped his fingers, and instantly the colorful tattoo designs disappeared from the tanned skin of the guys in the room; another snap, and their cartilage and other tissues were free of holes and the jewelry that filled them.
"Okay, now for that 'last transformation' I mentioned," Loki said, as the promgoers in the hotel ballroom started to resign themselves to the fact that they'd always look like they currently looked, unless some miracle happened. "I said that it wouldn't affect you physically in the way that everything else has. Instead, it's a transformation that is..."