"You're a stripper?"
"I'm a stripper?" you repeat. "I can't be a stripper!"
"Sure you can!" Tamara insists. "With those tits on that body -- plus, your magic hair is longer, I made your magic makeup look sluttier, I made it so you'll always be comfortable in high heels --"
"No, I mean I'm still in high school!"
Tamara shrugs. "The reality-altering magic takes care of those little details. Maybe society is just a little bit different, and the laws are a little bit tweaked --"
"But I'm sure my mother --"
"Has no problem with it --"
"And just when am I gonna strip if I'm busy with school?!"
"That's part of the fun of the reality-altering magic!" Tamara says with obvious delight. "I have the ability to see some details, though." She puts a hand to her forehead and closes her eyes, then opens them again. "Ah, very interesting."
"What?" you ask.
Tamara tells you...