Your focus turns to the missionary. His smaller than average penis is lost in a sea of overgrown pubic hair. His eyes are slightly glazed over as if he’s not sure what to make of what just happened.
“Gee Mister,” he whispers to you. “Those slutty cops really led us towards sin didn’t they. That’s why women should be homemakers with lots of children. So they aren’t tempting us men.”
Having been female yourself less than two days ago, this makes you roll your eyes. Plus your cock is rock hard from watching the cops change. Maybe a lesson is in order. You run a sentence.
“This dorky missionary hates sex.”
You change hates to loves.
He shakes his head. “Oh geez why am I thinking about such sinful things!”
You run another sentence. “This horny man is fairly ordinary looking.” You decide to change that fact. It takes a few minutes and a dozen edits but by the end you’re staring at a curvy large breasted woman with dark brown hair. She’s about twenty five and has almost abnormally wide hips and a large ass. He face is twisted in fear but she can’t help finger her wet cunt.
“Gee mister. Why have I changed? I know it’s sinful and wrong but I can’t stop thinking about penis and sex!”
You sit by her and place your hand over the hand she has buried in her crotch, massaging her labia and brushing her clit. She looks at you and lays back, draping her legs over your shoulders.
“Golly Mister, will you fuck me?”
You don’t need to be asked twice. You take her on the bench and listen to her gasps and moans. You feel yourself about to cum and start to pull out. But she pleads “no. Finish inside. I need it. Why am I gay now? But I need it.”
You comply. She curls up in the corner and whimpers. Confused. You dress and exit the room, making a handful of additional edits that will help her more easily acclimate to her future as a horny housewife and mother.