The secretary/personal assistant, a plump, nondescript woman, steps forward and clears her throat. "I'll go next. I don't care what you make me" she begins "as long as it's male. I hate being a woman!"
I wasn't prepared for this. "Uh, OK, I guess" I responded. "You're sure you don't have any other preferences?"
She snorts. "No, why should I care if I can get rid of this stupid female body?"
I wished that I could see into her mind and know which form would make her happiest.