Dave rotated his chair around to look at the walls of his new office. The decor wasn't really to his taste, but five minutes writing solved that nicely. A few minutes later he was looking out his new corner window, while leaning back in his very comfortable high-end leather chair.
"Nice", he said out loud, grinning out the window. Spinning the chair back to face the desk, he reached out for the pen and fumbled it, knocking it off the desk. After rummaging around on the floor for a moment or two he retrieved it, and was suddenly struck by a thought. The thing was incredibly powerful, and opened up all sorts of possibilities for him, but the problem was that it was a small, easily lost object. He needed to figure out some way to make sure he couldn't lose it.
Considering and dismissing several ideas, a wild thought abruptly came to mind. It was pretty weird, but seeing what he'd managed to make of Jenny, seemed possible. Carefully going over the wording in his head, he eventually carefully wrote "The pen will merge with my right index finger in a way that allows use both as my original finger and as the pen, with all it's powers intact."
As soon as he finished the sentence and lifted the pen from the paper, a sudden pain in his finger made him yelp in agony. It only lasted a moment, and was gone. He realized he was no longer holding the pen, and lifted his hand to inspect it. At first glance it appeared normal, but when he looked at the end of his finger he saw there was a small hole in it. After a few seconds of experimentation he discovered new muscles that made his finger emit a distinct click and a pen nib protrude a few millimeters from the hole. He extended and retracted his new writing implement a few times, then tried writing with it.
"No one will notice when I use the pen", he wrote carefully. His handwriting wasn't as neat as before, but otherwise seemed fine. After a little practice that resulted in a new carpet and some pictures on the walls, he found he could write just fine.
Nodding to himself, he felt satisfied. Now no-one could take it from him, and he couldn't lose it. What next? He had a lot of ideas ranging from pretty pedestrian to really wild. Deciding that he needed to think about his next step, he pulled a small notebook from a drawer of his desk, put it in his pocket, and went out into the hallway to get some coffee from the kitchen area.
Walking through the cubicle zone, he stopped for a moment to look at Jenny, who was standing a few cubicles over talking to a couple of co-workers and friends of hers, Jeremy and Liz. Neither one of them seemed in the slightest surprised to be talking to a woman who was at least 75% kangaroo, even when she pulled a clipboard from her pouch and made some notes on it before returning it to it's place. He shook his head in amazement, and went into the kitchen.
Seeing someone transformed like that made him wonder what else he could do. There were several people in the office he didn't get along with, who might look better as something different. Also, he thought, looking at his reflection in the door of the microwave over, he had never been completely satisfied with his own appearance. He was at least ten pounds overweight, despite cycling every weekend for a couple of hours, and his hair was just beginning to recede.
What to try next?