Perfectly content with your huge cock, you decide to make it look even better by making the rest of yourself look even girlier. You essentially bathe yourself in pink light in the highest setting while carefully avoiding your perfect manhood.
Your ass expands dramatically, as do your hips and thighs, growing to remain proportionate. You run the light over your breasts and hold it there until each one your tits is the size of your head. You run it over your face next, not realizing how dramatic it would be. Your makeup becomes as heavy as a porn star’s, your huge eyelashes and unnatural looking; your lips grew huge as well, becoming what could only be describing as DSLs.
Your hair turns a honey blonde and thickens up. You stop the light when intrusive thoughts start filling your head.
“Woah... I feel dizzy...” you say.
Something felt off, but you didn’t know what.
“I wish I had a dick in me.” You thought to yourself.
A few seconds later, it hit you. “Wait... I made myself gay!” You shouted out.
“Oh no, I have to fix this.” You say, turning the flashlight back on and shining it over your head. In your desperate haste, you don’t notice that the light is still on the highest pink setting. As you focus on loving women again, your brain continues to be feminized, to the point where you become a fashion obsessed bimbo. You do, however, gain your old sexuality back.
At the same time, your hair turned platinum blonde and stylized itself into pig tails. Your brain changed again, giving you an urge to have your ass filled. Instead of cock, though, you wanted a strap on or a butt plug.
You finish shining the light.
“Like, did it work?” You say. You think of men fucking you; your cock stays soft. You think of a woman dominating you, filling you with a strap on, and your cock hardens extremely quickly; what gets you even harder is the thought of other shemales, which you realized you could create with the flashlight.
You fail to notice the problem, your IQ having dropped too far, and you grab the flashlight, oblivious to how dumb you’ve gotten. You excitedly think about the women (or men) you could change while picking out an outfit...