For the next few hours, you really just went with the flow. You'd eliminated an obvious source of danger, and you had two incredibly hot women trying to outdo each other in getting you off, after all. More than two actually. The beach had become some sort of lesbian body builder orgy after all, and somewhere in there you'd ended up on top of some short little red-head while this one black woman was really getting creative with her tongue, but mostly it was you, Tammy, and this now very submissive blonde woman. As had been the case last night, fiddling with the app gave you all more stamina than a normal person might have, but you were still on the beach in the middle of the day with nothing but your phone and a bikini that was half buried in the sand somewhere by now, and at the very least it was well past time you took a break, got some sun screen, and something to drink.
As you collected yourself and started looking for that G-string you'd tossed aside a couple hours back, an unsettling thought hit you.
How was Tammy pregnant?
Reality had been altered quite a bit between you and the other app user, but you were still fairly certain that nobody got pregnant without a penis involved, and as reality currently stood, you didn't have one, nor did anyone else in sight. Worried, you point your phone at Tammy and generate a few sentences, trying to make sense of things.
'This musclebound Asian woman is sore after a day long orgy.'
'This pregnant woman is desperate to please you.'
'This bodybuilder just left her husband to become your lesbian lover.'
That... definitely wasn't right. Tammy was your wife, and had been for years. Well, she'd been your husband up until yesterday really, but the point was you'd been married, for years, and that was your third child she was carrying. Which was possible since you'd also made yourself into a man, which... wait why were you able to remember any of this if you weren't the one making the changes? Unless...
You turn to the blonde who's still staring at you in total adoration and ask, "you'd never use the app on me and not leave me aware of what you did, would you?"
"Of course not, mistress!"
So OK. That explained things, maybe. So in this version of reality she's still messed with you, clearly, but with awareness retained so... you should retroactively remember everything she did even if you didn't at the time? And you don't remember her actually making those changes because you just remember the way things original were and she messed with things from a timeline that just no longer exists then? What a headache. You consider making her more aware of things to to help piece this together but... that was a very dangerous idea, and didn't really solve the fact that Tammy was now pregnant with some random guy's kid. Was he also the father of your other children? And how were you going to fix this? Or get home? Where was home if you only just met Tammy? And how did you even get here if all you have is your phone and the top half of a string bikini?
Well, some of that was fixable. You point your phone at the blonde woman whose name you were really going to have to learn when you weren't having an existential crisis.
'This adoring sub is staring at you with her phone in her hand.'
You change 'phone' to 'keys' and tell her to drive you all home. Simple enough, and now you only have one phone with the app to worry about someone playing around with. And you could just fix your bikini problem on the way back easily enough.
So that left the Tammy problem. You could probably fix things by making yourself a man again and going from there but the idea is really unappealing for some reason. It certainly hadn't been earlier, but... clearly at some point today that app had declared you were a lesbian, and it certainly felt right. Which was another uncomfortable thing about all this since earlier you'd been... well, what? A closeted bisexual trans man? This was all getting really hard to think about, but there had to be some way to get your kids back that didn't involve any of your throuple here being a guy.