Dave sipped his coffee while thinking about all the things he could try. A noise behind him made him turn, to see Jenny hopping through the door of the kitchen, her breasts heaving and jostling about with her movements. The sight made him smile slightly over his cup, and she looked slightly puzzled before tentatively smiling back. Her ears twitched around, pointing at the fridge momentarily as the motor kicked in, before back at him. She didn't seem to consciously notice.
Stepping to one side as she headed for the coffee machine, he nodded to her without saying anything, and watched for a moment as she filled a cup, then very slowly half-walked, half-hopped to the table, managing not to spill anything on the way. It was the first time he'd seen he move in a way other than completely naturally and he realized it would be difficult for a kangaroo, or part kangaroo, to carry an open container of liquid. Strangely enough he'd never really considered this before...
Leaving her to her coffee, he left the room and walked to the break area next door, which had a good view of the cubicles. Sitting down he pulled the notebook from his pocket, and looked around the room, unconsciously clicking his nib in and out while trying to work out what to try next.
After a while, he opened the notebook to the first page and wrote at the top, "No-one but myself will notice any changes unless I specifically let them. I will always remain aware of any changes." That should ensure there was no repeat of the panic from earlier when he'd accidentally made Jenny a kangaroo.
But what next. He was at a bit of a loss. There was Bob, who was a rather sarcastic man, often at the expense of his female colleagues, especially the better-developed ones. He could certainly do with being taken down a peg or two.
What about Sue? She had spread a lot of rumors about various coworkers, but wasn't really a bad person, just an unrepentant gossip. Liz, Jenny's friend, had snubbed him quite nastily when he had once asked her to go for a drink with him.
Dave smiled slightly. He had it in his ability to make them atone for any crimes, real or imaginary, that he wanted to. What should he do?