No, I don't think I will put on something less revealing. You're the one who decided to punish me for flirting with other women by turning me into a woman. Is it my fault that you made me so much hotter than you? Is it my fault that I'm a much better woman than you ever were? Since you changed me, all of your old friends prefer me to you, I got a modelling job that pays five times what my old one did, and I slept with both your brother and your sister (both better lovers than you, by the way). So, for the record, I'm not feeling terribly punished, but lest your jealousy get the best of you, forget about using the wand again. I accidentally dropped it into a wood chopper. Say goodbye to Leonardo for the last time. It's Lina from now on!
