You sigh as Travis sits on the couch and you think quickly. Sure, you could make him a woman, but that wouldn’t quite show him what it’s like. If he wants you to do the same to him, you tell yourself, so will you.
You retrieve the ring out of your sweaty palm and slide it back on your finger. A plan starts to draw in your mind. It could end up badly, but with both your newly gained strenght and martial knowledge, you would still have the upper hand if Travis got upset. You sigh again as you force a smile on your face.
"I’m sorry Travis. It’s been a long and rough day for me. I guess I need to let off some steam."
After you peeked at the windows to make sure the curtains were shut, you dimmed the light. Then, you walk back in front of the couch and push Travis back on it when he tries to get up. He looks at you with mistrust, as you start unbuttoning your shirt. You wiggle a bit, as if you were dancing on some unheard music, and can’t help but to feel really ridiculous. You have to beat yourself up to do this, but this almost foreign body make you care less about exhibiting it.
"I shouldn’t have lashed out on you. Maybe this could help you forgive me?" you suggest as you proceed with a rather quick and awkward strip-tease. You hope for your lack of conviction to pass as amateurism. The good thing is that it gives you enough time to muster your toughts around that tight neighbour of Quentin. You picture her breasts large and voluptuous, her pussy moist and inviting. Sure enough, by the time your pants hit the floor, you have a hard-on.
"Suck me", you order. Your eyes are close as you don’t want to lose the momentum by seeing this bearded man. Travis sounds like he wants to say something and a twinge of disgust crosses your face.
"Don’t talk" you yap. Hoping to strengthen your imagination, you add "Just do it, bitch".
Travis – or the imaginary neighbour – hesitates a moment before sliding your boxers on your thighs. You moan as you erect member is freed. A hand softer than most men’s but still too manly to your taste caresses your erection, almost causing it to fade off. Before that happens, you force Travis’ head on it, and he responds with a squeal mixed between excitation and discontentment. You keep your hand on his rather long and silky hair, which you don’t mind, and guide him. You’re not sure if it’s because Travis talent or just that the porno actor, whose sexuality you gained, might have been gay for pay, but you get less reluctant at this whole situation. As Travis gains confidence it becomes easier to picture an erotic goddess in your mind, and the both of you seem less tensed. In fact, Travis even started to moan in apparent delight - disgusting!-. That is when you decide to carry out you plan.
You decided to make Travis straight as well and to show him what it feels like to be confronted to a naked man without consent. You figured you would keep the ring afterwards, for your personal use, anyway, so you could lose a day on teaching him a lesson. As for your hair, you could always shave it in the morning. The only question remaining is who would you have switch their sexual orientation with Travis. Yourself was the most obvious option. You could get to become a bit more like your old self and force him to finish you off. But as horny as you are, this idea isn’t alluring in your current state. Quentin would probably shut up and stop boasting about the line up to his bed if you went with him. Plus you might be able to seduce that sexy neighbour of his without him caring about it. Or there was Paul. You are sure that your best friend would understand, and you could even have him come over to use the ring to swap his orientation back, either with you or anyone else.
As you raise your hand to kiss the ring and execute your plan, you grap your boyfriend’s hair a little firmer and groan :
"You made me straight."
Less than a second later, while your cock deflates by acknowledging a guy is at it, you focus your mind on the sexual orientation of Travis and...