>>96911102
>I put on my phoniest smile, turn around and wave to show I am fine, realize I am peeing on the ground, and then turn back to face the ingredient shelf and grab another bottle, deeply embarrassed
>I actually feel really good though, oh look, my skin is sparkling, who are those guys again? and why are they in the woman’s washroom?
>More mumbled voices behind me, including something about “think of a door”
>I grab a third jar to fill with glowing rainbow colored pee, and then drop it to vomit up a thick stream of gooey rainbow colored liquid on the ground, brightly colored, three inch tall versions of me emerge from the puddle and run away screaming
>Ugh, this sucks, I just want to go home
>I hear more mumbled voices, are those two perverts still there?
“This is a woman’s washroom, look at the sign!”
>A public washroom sign appears in the air where I am pointing, and then falls to the ground with a clatter, and then turns into a clown that runs away, honking with each step
“female identifying beings are allowed too, I think?”
>I say with less confidence, not that it matters, having looked more closely at the two individuals, they are both female now, one is a jack-in-the-box in the form of a nude bimbo, the other is a scrawny woman in ill-fitting furs, frantically patting herself as if unfamiliar with her body, embedded from the knees down in the dirt of a giant flowerpot
>I hear some slow clapping behind me, and turn to see a giant statue of myself carved from marble, in the classical style, hands on hips, assertive
>Ohh, I can use that statue for the test, wait, what was the test again?
>There is still clapping coming from the statue, though it doesn’t move, and then it starts talking in my voice
“Don’t you see, you are a god here, reality bends to your very whim, the only thing that limits you is your imagination”