Roger looked at the phone and pondered the situation. He definitely didn’t want the women who worked for him sporting boners. He quickly used the app to generate another sentence. It read “Everyone on this restaurant’s payroll loves having a penis, despite how aroused they all are at the moment.” Roger smiled. He could get Jessica and Shania and Talia back to normal. Sure, Arch and Max and the kitchen staff might be a bit of fallout. But small price to pay. He changed penis to vagina and hit submit.
He glanced around. Sure enough, none of his staff had tent poles in their pants any longer. He glanced at Shania, admiring her lithe form and large tits. He felt his crotch warm as he became aroused. He felt his labia swell and he caught the faintest hint of his vaginal juices waft to his nose.
He stopped abruptly. Vaginal juices? He was a man. That didn’t sound right. He hurried back to his office and shut the door. He dropped his pants and examined his crotch. Sure enough, nestled beneath a patch of chaotic pubic hair, he now sported an aroused vagina, the pink lips swollen, the clitoris a tiny erect nub. He realized his mistake. He was also on his restaurants payroll, after all, for tax reasons it made sense to pay himself as an employee.
He looked at his phone and started to generate a new sentence to fix this. But as he did he realized he loved having a vagina. He sat down and pondered his next move