"Workout gay, for sure! I don't want to look like this!"
Claire smiled, a bad sign. "Ok! Onto your standard mental changes!"
"What? I thought we just did workout gay and we're—"
"That's not what I said, silly! We have to make you gay, then you pick the next choice. So this is me, making you gay!"
Claire forced the "Mind" jar into my mouth. You hated yourself for doing it, but gladly swallowed it.
Again, the euphoric sensation, though it felt shorter this time.
And then, like a stabbing, the image of a hot, muscly guy passed through your mind. And another. And another. They were naked, and you were oddly turned on by this. You struggled against it, but the sensation of guys passing through your head just felt so wonderful. It was tantalizing.
Slowly but surely, you felt a presence. A wild, eccentric, flamboyant presnece in your mind. The more you tried to shoehorn it out, the more it pressed against you, demanding attention, needing to be fed with more images of guys, flashing through your head in a tornado of gay porn stars. This flamboyant presnece grew stronger, putting its own damn thoughts in yo head and gurl, was it hard to stop. You tried to shut it out but goddamn! Those thoughts just would not stop omfg. Like, you could feel it. You could feel your wrist flop over, and your hip cock out to the side (cock was good) and your face become a mix of eccentric joy and effeminate disgust. You were gay. You sucked dick and fucking loved it, every step of the way. The tornado of guys settled in your mind, and a proper twink stood in the mirror, looking back at you.
"Mmmmmm, girl, that's much better. Much much much much much better. Now, what the hell we have left to pick from?"