"I picked the guy with the hottest fantasy," she says.
"You liked that?" you ask.
"Oh, yeah," she replies with a nod. "Having a big-titted bimbo slut for a teacher, and getting a blowjob right there in class like it's the most normal thing in the world -- what's not to like?" She licks her lips hungrily.
"Um, I can see why you'd want less men in the world --"
She interrupts. "And what's that supposed to mean? I'm not a lesbian, if that's what you're thinking. I'm actually bi. Okay, I do find Mr. Donaldson's new form more attractive than his old one, but still -- I just needed a big final test for my reality-altering."
You say, "Okay, but I'd have thought you'd be more of a feminist."
"I am a feminist," she insists. "I want to bring out the full potential of the female body, and the full potential of female sexuality. You do realize, don't you, that most of society's strictures regarding sex are the result of centuries, even millennia, of attempts to keep people, especially women, from actually enjoying sex?"
"But what about --"
She's on a bit of a roll. "And I want to reclaim words such as 'bimbo' and 'slut'! A woman who chooses to have frequent sex with a variety of partners shouldn't be insulted! A woman who chooses to devote her brain power to sex instead of more 'academic' pursuits shouldn't be slapped with a denigrating label!"
"Yeah, but Mr. Donaldson didn't really choose, did he?" you say.
From the angry expression on the girl's face, you realize that might have been the wrong thing to say to someone who apparently has reality-altering powers. She doesn't say anything in return, but just menacingly points at...