”This is totally awesome!” says your sister. “What else can you do?”
”Pretty much anything that can be related to sex in some way,” says the sex fairy.
”So you’ve really come to the right place! This town is practically oozing sex. Even this house -- wow, I look like I could be in one of my dad’s movies.”
”Oh, no,” you mutter, putting your head in your hands.
”What’s his problem?” your sister asks.
The fairy replies, “Let’s just say there wasn’t quite so much sex oozing in this town before I showed up in this universe earlier today.”
”But I don’t remember things being any different yesterday.” Your sister’s brow wrinkles a bit. “Whoa, you must have really powerful magic! So if I wish something, it’ll be like it was always that way, as far as anybody else knows?”
”That’s right,” says the fairy.
”I’ve always wanted a sexier name, like a stripper or something,” says your sister. “I wish I’d been named Bambi.”
”Wish granted, and I’ve made it easier for you to respond when someone calls your name -- you don’t even remember the old one.”
”Wait, what?” you interject. You look at your sister’s altered, heavily made-up face, and realize you can only think of her as being named Bambi. You could have sworn she had a different name, started with a J, or maybe an K -- no, you’ve lost it.
Bambi nods toward you. “He should have a sexier name, too. How ‘bout something simple like Stud?”
You gulp as the fairy says, “Sounds good to me.”
”No!” you exclaim, trying to be defiant. “My name is Stud -- I mean, my name is St-- my name is S--“ You can’t say your old name.
Bambi giggles. “And we should really try to get a girl for Stud. Can you take us someplace where he can pick someone up?”
”What did you have in mind?” asks the fairy.
Your altered sister responds...