Bill grunted as he pulled the phone out of his pocket. He couldn’t stand this. He didn’t want to be a freak. He wanted to be normal, damnit. He generated another sentence. It read “You’re genitals don’t match the rest of your body.” Bill quickly changed “don’t” to “correctly” and hit confirm.
He stared into the bathroom mirror looking at the curvy middle aged milf staring back at him. She had long dark hair and a pretty smile. She was dressed sharply showing off her bountiful cleavage.
“Well,” Bill muttered, listening to his high pitched voice, “I guess at least everything matches. But let’s get it fixed for good!”
He generated another sentence that read “You’re desperate to be normal again.” He quickly replaces “desperate” with “normal.” She smiled. “Oh it’s good to feel comfortable in my own skin again,” Willa exclaimed. “What a curious little app.” She thought about all the fun she might have with it and then remembered her daughter. Oh no! she thought. I need to get Abby to the sitter and head to work! Her shift at the police station started in just two hours. She rushed out of the bathroom.
Two hours later Willa slid into the patrol car she shared with her partner Roger. She smiled at him and winked. He was younger than her, just 30, and well built. She was looking forward to this shift and the fun it might bring. The possibilities were endless.
About thirty minutes into their shift they got a domestic violence call. They pulled up to a run down house in the poorer side of town.
The pair were fighting in the front yard of the house. The man was tall and bald, mid 40s with a beer gut. The woman was petite, maybe five feet tall, and crying so hard her makeup was running.
As usual, it was a he said/she said story where both parties were clearly intoxicated and possibly on drugs.
“You try to calm them down, im going to go to the car and call backup,” Willa instructed Roger. When she got to the car she pulled up the app, targeting...