"Kim, change me back!" you demand, but you aren't quite angry enough to miss the way your voice now comes out high and feminine. Nor do you fail to notice the crowd that is gathering, muttering and staring at the girl in ill-fitting guy's clothes. "You're making a scene."
"Oh, don't you like scenes?" Kim says airily. "You didn't seem to mind when it was me, did you?"
"That's not fair," you protest. "I fixed it right away, so no one even remembers that."
"Oh, alright," Kim says, shrugging. "I wish that no one else but you and me notices anything odd about us and that they forget what just happened to you." Instantly, the crowd disperses, just like it had with Kim earlier. Unfortunately, that doesn't quite solve all your problems. Not only are you still female, you're starting to feel a strange desire growing.
"Ahem?" you say pointedly. You nod down at your body, crossing your arms as you do so. It feels strange to put them under your breasts rather than just folding them across your chest as normal. "Aren't you forgetting something?"
Kim pretends to think for a moment. "No, I don't think so," she says. "Let's get off the street, though, shall we? I wish we were both back at my apartment." In a flash, you are both suddenly standing in the living room of a modest-looking apartment.
"Come on, Kim," you say, noticing a distinct note of pleading in your voice. A strange warmth seems to fill you at the sound of your own pleading, somewhat vaguely centered in your newly-feminine nether region. It's as if you get pleasure from begging, although you somehow know you aren't quite begging for the right thing.
"First things first," Kim says, relaxing on the couch and propping up her feet. "I want to know all about the little Fantasy Kim you cooked up. I wish you would describe all the differences."
You couldn't have told her the specifics if you had wanted to, but the ring's power was strong enough to both force you to know those specifics and say them out loud.
"You have blonde hair instead of brown," you hear say calmly. "It is longer with more volume. Your lips are slightly fuller. Your-"
"Use 'I', not 'you'," Kim interrupts. You aren't able to stop speaking, but you find yourself easily able to switch the pronouns.
"My breasts are one cup larger," you continue. "My nipples are highly sensitive and easily arouse me. I am, in fact, easily aroused under most circumstances, especially when I am thinking about men or pleasuring them. I enjoy begging to provide pleasure, especially giving blow jobs. I love the taste of cum, and even the thought of it turns me on." As you finish, you can feel a definite heat emanating from your groin, and a tingling of arousal sweeping through your female body. Your nipples grow hard and poked further through my shirt.
"Interesting," Kim says. "Very interesting. So your fantasy of me was that I was a blonde bimbo who got off on begging to be a fuck toy." She smirks. "Now, what should I do with you..."