As your boner begins to lift your skirt (hey, didn't mention wearing panties, looks like you don't get them in this fit), memories of your new life flit into existence. You're a high-class modern courtesan, Gamer Boy Transforming☆Debu, who uses transformative drugs on livestream due to a 'reality disorder' that keeps correcting you back to horny fat fuck of a young man sooner or later, caught up in the gravity of the present. Apparently you've discovered that you can keep things like stream records, game saves, your computers, and popularity even as you shift the entire rest of your history like becoming younger or wildly changing demographic. You get a vague feeling that the gamer girl bathwater was 'digested into timeskip' by your reality disorder in order to make that possible, and that the disorder is something like a multipurpose organ of your soul, crawling between secret weaves of alterable history like a vague pseudopod-spamming monster to stay in the flow of its favored bodyshape nest, everything else but a sexual diversion. Life-changing drugs are day trips for you, cosmic curses a minor cold purged without future consequence, and god does it make your arousal spike in ways you can barely imagine coherently. You look sideways in time at a constellation of possible yourselves and histories, staring through an overlaid hall of mirrors, and a lot of them are full with touching various genitals. Mostly you touching your own, seems the gamer girl thing got you laid most and otherwise you really, really like masturbating. You try not to think about why you really like your bedroom's core positioning feng shui in alternate genres and pull up your box of naughty time toys as you try to come up with a stream idea.
Looking at videos of yourself, shifting from ugly gamer man to hot gamer girl and back in various states of masturbation and being fucked both by and as various genders, you apparently have a lot of experience to take slower this time instead of skipping past the normalization process. You flick on some cameras and open some porno streamer services, starting off with an ahegao face with a sideways V-for-victory with your left hand earning a few traditional cries of 'eyyy, debu!' in the chat as various worldlines get together to watch you jerk off. As if navigating space by time, you flick up your skirt, stare at your dick and selectively pull with your mind instead of your body, watching your cock and balls shrink down to that of a cutesy femboy before pulling in entirely, forming a particularly large clitoris and labia. Fingering your newfound pussy experimentally to a slew of finger emotes, you shift back toward maleness until your fingers are forced out by a restored femboy-looking manhood. Letting cock and balls grow back to your natural size, a short haze of eggplant emotes fogs up the general chat while your paid subscribers start speculating on what toys and fate-chemicals you'll pop in today. You playfully stroke yourself and grin at the audience, wondering which way the chaos will tend today, structuring your unmanly chest into actual female boobs before letting them relapse back into less-shapely fat.
You'll be fine and change back when you get bored or weirded out, of course, so what ARE you gonna pick?