(You were a weather man, and you loved your job. It was one of the only stable things in your life actually, the reporting just felt right for you.) So when your boss Mr. Jackson told you they were cutting you due to new needs in the industry, you begged for a way to stay. Mr. Jackson gave you a chance, a pill. You take the pill. You slowly transform into a blonde woman in a red blouse, white skirt and red heels. Black rimmed glasses sit on your face, radiating an elegance to engage audience during the news segments. Mr. Jackson clears his throat. "Well then, you're the new weather woman, our viewership should skyrocket with someone like you reporting now~ now go on out there and report!" he pushes you out his office