"Uh, maybe later," said Jenny, taken aback. "There's no rules against that?"
"Rules?" Ginger repeated, a bit incredulously. "Rules? You must have really wished to forget everything! In addition to those big wishes, there are a lot of things that are true just on general principles -- you could change 'em yourself, at least in your local area, but since most people subconsciously want 'em to be true, it's just, I guess, the way the world works now. And with everyone from puberty on up having sex on the brain, at least a little bit..."
"Okay, okay," Jenny said, her mind racing with the prospects. "I think I've just got one more question."
"Shoot," said Ginger, crossing her arms, which had the effect of pushing her large round breasts upward to the point where they threatened to explode out of her minidress.
"Why such a radical change to yourself? I mean -- not just the wings, but --"
"You mean why am I black?" Ginger retorted with a grin. "That doesn't have much meaning when people change on a whim, and all of a sudden be white, or Asian, or blue." She nodded toward Jenny, who turned around to see a blue-skinned, well-muscled guy in an Arabian costume walking into the school.
Ginger explained, "I tried out a bunch of different looks after Q-Day, just like a lot of people! What ends up happening is that you get a form that feels 'right' to you, and especially if you have sex in a certain form more often than others! So I feel like this is how I 'should' look, like it's my default, I guess."
"Um, okay." Jenny's head was swimming.
"You don't look so hot." Ginger now looked confused. "You really shouldn't have wished to forget stuff. I'm sure a good fuck would help you. Forget what I said -- I'll be the guy if you want."