We start off with a simple "man"... and a very boring one at that. His day-to-day existence is as predictable as it gets: ride the subway to work, sit in his cubicle for hours and hours and hours, performing all kinds of seemingly insignificant tasks. Same drab white dress shirt, tie, and slacks practically every day. But that's what it takes to pay the bills. "He" has no real friends, hasn't had a date since God-knows-when--his only connection to the outside world (if you want to call it that) is the internet. And yet his time on the internet is just as predictable--"he" spends hours upon hou...

We start off with a simple "man"... and a very boring one at that. His day-to-day existence is as predictable as it gets: ride the subway to work, sit in his cubicle for hours and hours and hours, performing all kinds of seemingly insignificant tasks. Same drab white dress shirt, tie, and slacks practically every day. But that's what it takes to pay the bills. "He" has no real friends, hasn't had a date since God-knows-when--his only connection to the outside world (if you want to call it that) is the internet. And yet his time on the internet is just as predictable--"he" spends hours upon hours canvassing every inch of his online Dream Girl, Ariyana. He's convinced that they are kindred spirits (gee, you might wonder if he thinks that she is his... girlfriend? Eww!) He emails her practically every day--sometimes twice a day on weekends. She'll actually send back brief, polite responses from time-to-time (after all, it's important to keep the customers happy!) but the unintended result is that "he" simply becomes more and more smitten with her. One day, it seems that "his" persistence has paid off--she has actually sent him a package in the mail ("How'd she know my address? Must've been from the credit card account" used to purchase video clips?) "He" eagerly opens the box and reads the card, "If you want to know what it's like to be more like me, why not try on my own personal perfume?" Perfume? That sure seems strange, but he'd do anything to be closer to his "darling" Ariyana. After an initial moment of contemplation, he wastes no time dousing himself with the strange fragrance. Still, the notion of wearing women's perfume feels weird to him... but the weirdness is just about to begin! "His" face feels awfully tingly--he looks in the mirror ("must be some kind of allergic reaction!") and is bewildered as, one by one, all of the features of his face eventually change. Could it be... his face is now that of... Ariyana's? "I must be hallucinating... all of those hours online... I must not be getting enough rest!" Figuring to rest it off, he goes to remove his slacks and get ready for bed... but beneath the pants are the longest and loveliest legs he has ever seen. He'd recognize those legs anywhere--they're Ariyana's legs! It's all starting to make sense to "her" now--that perfume must have been magical or something. One more mystery remains to be solved--fear sets in about having supple breasts! But then again, we're talking about Ariyana's breasts here... so the fear soon changes into anticipation. The shirt is unbuttoned and the Magical Pair stand at attention! No doubt about it--the person in the room now is 100% Ariyana. "She" squeals in new-found girlish delight as she inspects every inch of her brand-new female form. Where before she had to settle for just the pictures, now it is ALL there in the flesh. She could very easily pass for Ariyana now--she poses in front of the mirror, wishing aloud that she had the wardrobe to properly flatter this new form ... and more weirdness ensues! No sooner has she completed her wish when her clothing is replaced by an elegant evening dress! She absolutely adores how the wardrobe further makes her feel more and more like Ariyana! Excited by this prospect, she tries another wish--to be wearing something a bit more revealing... and it's followed by the corresponding costume change. And with each new "improvement" the mental change becomes stronger as well--"she" goes from feeling like someone who "looks like Ariyana" to "being just like Ariyana" and finally... "I'm the REAL Ariyana!" And why not--she notices that in the bathroom all of the male hygiene products are gone, replaced by plenty of fancy cosmetics. All of the male clothing is gone, replaced by sexy sizzling female apparel. Why, even the driver's license has Ariyana's name and face on it! A serene confidence settles in; after all, she is the sexiest, smartest, most talented beauty in the entire galaxy now. The phone rings--"Hello, it's Ariyana!" she seductively answers. But she is surprised--and brought back to reality a little--to hear the voice on the other end... it's the Real Ariyana herself! "Well, sure, I tried on the perfume--don't you recognize the sound of your own voice? ...yeah, it really, REALLY worked--I'm exactly like you--the sexy, silky hair, the sparkling smile, the mile-long legs, the warm supple breasts. I'm absolutely perfect--absolutely perfect like you. It's SO much more than I've ever dreamed of; I never ever could have imagined just how being SO sexy makes me feel SO strong and SO powerful! I feel absolutely unstoppable!" She becomes distracted by all of her new "power" as the voice on the other end of the phone begins to respond. "What's that--you're going on vacation for a few months? You need me to fly down immediately so that I can fill in online for you? Why... yeah, SURE! If being Ariyana online is as much fun as it is to be Ariyana in the flesh... yeah, sure, absolutely? I guess that we'll split the money that comes in 50/50, right?" The Real Ariyana abruptly hangs up. "Hello... hello? ...oh well