Dave tries to figure out the source of his new fortune. Was itjust positive thinking?
Maybe because he wrote it down? Was the paper special? No, just a post-it. His pen? He had the same pen for
- wait this wasn't his pen. He grabbed another piece of paper, and looked around the office. The fat greasy
19 year old mail boy was trying to flirt with the 20 year old receptionist. Dave felt sorry for Jimmy, but
mostly he wanted to see how much the pen could do-if it did anything.
He wrote, "Jimmy the mail boy is lean muscled with tan skin, wavy black hair, he's 6 feet tall, and sweats a
pheromone that makes women want to sleep with him. Dave looked up. Jimmy had grown 5", his stringy blonde
hair was black and wavy. His clothing looked ridiculous on him though. He was holding up his size 40
trousers to his size 32 waist. The shirt was like a tent. Then Dave noticed that he could see Jimmy's ankles
and lower calves. Jimmy continued to his on the receptionist obivious to his changes. Only now the
receptionist was flirting back. She was practically fawning all over him. For a moment Dave was jealous of
Jimmy, then he wrote, "Jimmy is always impeccably dressed because he is super gay."
Jimmy laughed, "Ms. LaSalle, if I wasn't gay, I might accept your offer. Now I've got mail to deliver."
Dave put the pen to his lips and debated about what to write next. Apparently, only the holder of the pen
was aware. He turned to contemplate Ms. LaSalle, and found himself staring at Jimmy's crotch.
"Congratulations, Dave, I just heard about your promotion. Or should I call you Mr Jones? The boss wants you
to sign for this file," Jimmy said leaning in close-too close, "Sign right here," he whispered, "Maybe we
could workout together at the gym after work. I give a mean massage.'
Dave signed the paper and shook his head. He glanced at Jimmy's retreating ass, and considered turning him
into Jenny.