Alexis flipped back a couple of pages in Dave's notepad.
"Oh, uh, you don't need to do that --" Dave said.
His wife interrupted, holding up a hand while she continued to look at the notepad. "No, this is interesting. 'A Playboy model will walk past my office door' -- that was the first thing you wrote?"
"Uh, no, I wrote just a couple of other things on random pieces of paper," Dave answered. "Big thing was giving myself a promotion."
Alexis raised an eyebrow. "Okay, and I guess the new job came with a secretary? You spent a lot of time changing her..."
"Just testing the pen."
"Okay, and then -- oh, this is great. 'Whenever a guest is in my office, their clothing will become sexier, tighter, and more revealing. They will become younger, thinner, prettier, and fitter, and their attitude will become perky, bubbly, slightly horny, and attracted to me.'"
"W-well, I knew you were coming," Dave stammered.
"But what if your boss had gotten here?" Alexis asked with a grin. "You wanted him becoming thinner and prettier?"
"He could use 'thinner,'" Dave pointed out.
"And then 'Alexis is 34,' and 'Alexis has stopped changing,' and --" She looked up suddenly. "You haven't changed me back. Wait, what was I like before?"
She wrote something on the notepad.
Her legs seemed to turn to jelly under her. Dave noticed and caught her by the arm, managing to direct her to sit down in one of the chairs opposite his desk.
She stared out the window at nothing in particular for a few moments, and then just as Dave was about to say something, she finally spoke. "I don't know whether to thank you for turning me into a super-hot teenager or kill you for turning all the women in the world into sex objects."
"Hey, as far as I can tell, in everyone's minds, women aren't any more sex objects now than they were before these changes happened," Dave protested.
"Come on, we're all nubile hotties who go around topless all the time," Alexis said, gesturing toward her breasts with the pen and notepad that she was still gripping. "Just --" She sighed and shook her head. "Unfortunately, I keep thinking, if I had been the first one to find this pen -- well, it's possible I might have accidentally turned all guys into well-hung studs who are very interested in hearing about my day."
Dave chortled.
"Here, take it back," said Alexis, handing the pen and notepad back to a surprised Dave. "The good news is that you didn't immediately give yourself a harem, you didn't do anything with that Playboy model, or your secretary. You're my husband -- I know you didn't change anything about that."
"No, no, no, of course not." Dave could now see that the last thing she'd written was, "Alexis remembers the way things were before Dave's changes."
"So I trust you to do what's right," she said. "And by 'right,' what I mean is..."