Bill struggled to avoid pissing himself. He really had to go but he didn’t want to pee out of a vagina. He tried to pull it out of his pocket but he dropped it and heard it skitter across the floor. He could feel the pee leaking out of his slit and dripping down his legs. He had to decide. He went for the phone, feeling a warm gush erupt from his bladder and run down his legs. He grabbed the phone and locked himself in a stall, desperate to fix everything.
He looked at the phone. The screen was badly damaged from the fall. The display was a giant spiderweb of cracks and the screen flickered oddly. He tried to generate a sentence but he couldn’t really tell what the sentence was.
He could tell one of the words was pussy, and he decided to change it to cock, but the touch screen wasn’t registering his inputs correctly. He could tell it was all just gibberish. Still, he was angry and humiliated and desperate and kept hitting buttons. Buzz are things happened. He became black. Then white again. He grew breasts. He kept trying to type new sentences until the phone grew painfully hit and he dropped it into the toilet where it flashed brightly.
Bill wanted to cry. He had a penis, but no testicles. He also still had a vagina. He had giant boobs and was dressed in a form fitting catsuit with his penis tucked back into his vagina so as not to show.
Bill emerged from the stall and looked at what he had done to himself. He was short, barely five feet tall, with a massive ass and hips, a slim waist, and giant boobs. He had long curly red hair and ebony skin. He looked like a streetwalker.
Suddenly, the door to the bathroom opened and in walked...