You emerge from the shower stalls. It’s about sunset and the scene is chaos. Pure chaos. Over a hundred women are engaged in the largest public orgy you’ve ever seen. It might even be the largest public orgy LA has ever seen, but you’re not exactly an expert on the record keeping for public orgies.
You scan the promenade and the beach. Women everywhere, some with their heads buried between the legs of others, some scissoring next to surfboards. You see the police woman from earlier using her baton to penetrate a beautiful blonde while a redhead has her face buried in the officer’s crotch.
You spot Tammy in a pile of a dozen women on a grassy stretch between the sidewalk and the beach. The women are all taking turns with a man. The only man in sight in this chaotic sea of tit and pussy.
Your head hurts. One one hand, this all seems right. You have always been this woman and you had long planned to bring your wife to the long advertised orgy. But you also know you changed your wife into a woman with your version of the app. It’s as if your perception of reality is fractured, you’re both aware of the changes you made, but also somehow completely accepting of the rewritten reality the man made. Clearly two competing apps in one area creates huge problems. You desperately hope there aren’t more out there.
You creep closer to the pile of women sharing the man, hoping he doesn’t notice you. You’re trying hard to look like just another reveler. You get close enough to the man to spot his phone. You grab it and retreat, trying to find space to figure things out.