Roger grimaced irritably. There were so many problems to address: First, his staff did not respect him and now they were distracted and boned up. Second, all of the pretty ladies working for him all have dicks now. Third, and this was perhaps the most important, his dick was smaller than everyone's! He needed to fix everything that was wrong.
First, he generated multiple sentences with the app, not really bothering to be specific with his targets. Whichever was the easiest to address, he'd take care of those first. "The restaurant staff struggle to stay focused." "A restaurant owner is frustrated and angry." "The staff consists of men and transgender women." "A bartender wants to jack off his dick in the restroom." "The restaurant staff can't stop craving sex with their partners." "The wealthy customers eagerly await their food."
Roger huffed. "Fine. Let's just pick one." He smirked a little at the second to last one. "Perhaps I could finally earn some respect. Just gotta change all these dicks into pussies, and I'll be one happy man. That might solve everything." He changes "partners" to "boss" and clicks submit.
Immediately, the waitresses started glancing at Roger more appreciatively. Jessica winked at him as she passed him by. Shania bit her lip and blushed when they made eye-contact. She turned to adjust her crotch. Roger's small erection that started already disappeared. He turned away with a frown. Great, now he had trannies attracted to him. He generated another sentence on his phone.
"The servers don't fit Roger's sexual preference: cisgender."
Cisgender? Was that a weird feminist term for women these days? Whatever. He probably shouldn’t change that. He instead changed "don't" to "do" and hit submit. He didn't bother looking up yet when he generated another sentence, eager to fix things about him.
"The staff members want the owner's tiny cock."
Perfect. He changed “tiny” to “huge” and hit submit.
A ripple of warmth passed through Roger, and he felt his cock harden. Memories told him that his cock was now a perfect ten inches. He felt better, too. His muscles were firmer, his hair was fuller, and his voice was deeper. Now, to show off the goods for his sexy boys.
His mind stuttered and skipped a beat. Wait… boys?
“Looking good today, Roger,” Max said with undisguised attraction. “I’m feeling rowdy today just from appreciating the view.”
“Is that a new shirt?” Jessie, the tall, hot blonde adonis asked. “It fits you just perfectly.”
Shane, the handsome redhead, sauntered past and adjusted his crotch, saying, “Let me know if I need any more hands-on training at the end of my shift.”
Roger felt pure arousal course through him, even though he realized that Jessie and Shane used to be Jessica and Shania. They weren’t supposed to turn into dudes. And it wasn’t supposed to make Roger gay? He looked around and saw Sam the bartender giving him an intense stare. He casually glanced at the restroom and raised an eyebrow, wordlessly giving Roger a suggestion that made his cock throb with desire.