Jim dives for the floor.
While Jim is in motion, Liz quickly extracts the complicated remote control from her desk drawer and points it directly at him. She presses the pause button and Jim freezes in mid-air. A fuzzy violet aura surrounds him as he floats above the soft carpeted floor in a peculiar pose.
Liz pauses and looks at the buttons. "That was easy," she thought. She slides her fingers over each of the other buttons and annotates the effect of each one until she reaches one that defies her knowledge. "Cup size, Hair length, Sexual preference, Personality, ??"
"Darn," she thinks. "I thought I knew every combination." Liz lugs out the 675 page remote control manual from her bottom drawer. She looks at the index and then switches to the page which defines the function of the unknown button - The "All that" button. "This button, used in conjunction with any other trait button, removes all male aspects of the trait from the subject and replaces it with a pre-determined feminine standard." - So the book says.
With a glint in her eye, Liz holds down every other button she can manage along with the "All that" button. With all her fingers busy, she then presses the "OK" button with her nose. A violent flash of pink, yellow, and purple nearly blind her as Jim's body unfreezes and falls to the floor in a thump.
Liz slowly stands up and looks over the edge of her desk. To her surprise, there is a voluptuous freshman college girl in a conservative blue skirt and white blouse trying to compose herself. Her hair is blonde and falls just below her shoulders. She stands up and brushes her pleated skirt with her hands as she apologizes for her appearance.
Confused, Jim unzips the tiny white purse that is dangling off his feminine left shoulder and says:
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