Chris selected the sexuality setting. Something suddenly caused the ‘increase’ and ‘decrease’ buttons to now read ‘gayer’ and ‘straighter’.
“Yeah right, like this little toy gun could make me gay,” said Chris.
He skeptically fired the gun at himself with the ‘gayer’ button and was surprised that an actual laser fired out of it. He noticed that the laser didn’t hurt, so he continued to fire the gun until it wouldn’t go anymore.
Chris set the gun on the edge of his desk and decided to look at himself in a mirror. With his chevron style handlebar mustache and puppy dog brown eyes, he looked strikingly like Charlie Swan from Twilight. “Just a regular straight man as always,” he said to his reflection. But then he caught sight of some chest hair sticking out of the top of his button up shirt. It gave him an almost primal urge to keep exploring.
Chris began to unbutton his shirt, eagerly watching his own reflection. As he took his tshirt off, his heart was racing. He was so desperate to see more of his body, as if it were some supermodel woman he was undressing. Finally he got himself down to his undies. He was wearing hanes tighty whities. His six inch boner bulged obscenely in them. Normally Chris only felt this way when he saw a woman in form fitting lingerie. Now it was like he was both the sex object and the observer; able to poke and prod the sexy body from within.
Turning around, he noticed his nice butt for the first time. The white cotton fabric accentuated two globes of flesh. Chris couldn’t even begin to comprehend the inclinations of what he now wanted to do with his own ass.
Chris pulled down his briefs just a little bit and was greeted by the same trusty cock he’d had his entire life. Only difference now was how he felt about it. It looked so thick and juicy. He wanted to suck it. He wanted to taste the precum that now beaded off of the end of his foreskin.
Even though Chris was incredibly turned on, he was very freaked out as well. Unable to take his eyes off of his male reflection, Chris reached for the gun on the desk behind him while saying, “What have I gotten myself into?? I think this thing actually turned me gay!”
Unfortunately, by not carefully grabbing the gun off of the desk, Chris accidentally swiped the gun off of the desk. It hit the floor with a crash. Finally Chris looked away from his sexy reflection to see the massive fuckup he’d just committed. The gun was in a million pieces. There was no way to use it to go back to his normal straight self.
“Maybe since the gun is destroyed, its effects are null,” said Chris aloud, trying to comfort himself. He checked again in the mirror. Nope. He still found men sexy as fuck, judging by how much he still wanted to suck his own dick and do gods only know with his ass.
Chris had enough time to sweep the gun parts under the bed before Amy walked into his bedroom seeing him in his underwear saying, “What are you doing aren’t you supposed to be getting to work soon and training that new guy?”
“Yeeep, I’ll be right outta here,” said Chris, throwing on his uniform and trying to pretend that everything was fine.
Amy tried to give Chris a kiss goodbye. The gesture grossed him out with his new sexuality. He pulled away and made an excuse before she could meet his lips, “Er- sorry, I think I have a cold. Don’t wanna spread it.” Amy believed his excuse and let him go.