Nate stopped a moment and pictured his ideal future body inside his head: he’d discovered futanari porn over two decades before and it had been his favorite genre ever since.
Nate still had certain internalized shame over it even now as he had been forced by his culture to publicly identify as a heterosexual, but now that he was here he knew he had to try to finally shed that old fashioned burden and become someone better, or more open minded.
It was hard to tell what he really wanted sometimes since he had been a solosexual all his adult life but after a lot of debate and thought Nate had decided being a dickgirl was best for him, and a dominant one at that. Nate was by nature more submissive and bottom oriented in his fantasies and he hated it so why not lose those urges along with his old life?
He pictured himself, or rather his ideal self and quietly begged the frightening and blasphemous forces he had shunned until now to give him what he wanted: thick hair, perky breasts, a dick that only went soft when he was done having fun, balls to match, a toned frame. Everything he didn’t have.
Finally he chose the center door and stepped through into the depths of The Convertorium.