As she took a seat at the table with Tiff and Joe she generated a sentence. It read “This person thinks they’re too good for their girlfriend and wants to end the relationship.” Cynthia frowned. Tiff was a nice person and she’d always considered Joe to be a bit arrogant, but she was surprised to learn he looked down on her. She studied Joe, his chiseled jaw, his well groomed beard and short hair, his muscular frame. She changed good to effeminate and hit enter.
Joe was very different. Gone were the beard and muscles. Instead, there sat a slim, well groomed man wearing a tight shirt and tighter jeans. His hair was long and elaborately done up with product.
“Oh honey,” Joe chirped with a bit of a lisp. “Tell me more about your dad’s experience with the girl flu.”
“Well,” Tiff responded. “Mom says it was a pretty serious case. She says he’s mostly all woman now except for…” she paused and looked uncomfortable.
“Except for what babe?” Joe asked
“Well it’s weird saying this but mom says he still has a penis, but also a vagina, like the penis just extends out where the clit would be…”
“Oh wow. Does it work?” Joe asked.
“What?!?” both Tiff and Cynthia immediately exclaimed. Cynthia targeted Joe with another sentence. It read “Joe wonders what having a penis and vagina is like.” Cynthia changed wonders to knows.
“Well I’m just curious if it’s like mine,” Joe said, still lisping. “You know…” he winked at Tiff and then smiled at Cynthia. “This is probably TMI” he added, “but ever since girl flu I’ve had both too, and it’s kind of amazing when Tiff blows my cock and fingers my pussy at the same time.”
“Joe!” shouted Tiff, turning red. “Seriously TMI. What the hell. I’m sorry Cynth!”
“It’s okay,” Cynthia responded, again generating a sentence. This time on Tiff. It read “she fucked and blew Joe last night.” Cynthia changed blew to impregnated and hit confirm. Tiff shifted, slightly. “Actually I find it interesting. I want to hear about it more.”
“Well, cynth, it’s just we’re both navigating being boys who turned into women but kept our penises. Joe doesn’t have balls anymore. I do, they kind of hanging awkwardly between by dick and my puss. It’s so weird having a puss. Joe still uses his boys name but I guess I like Tiffany better than Tom.”
Cynthia nodded, amazed at how much reality had bent to make her sentence work in the world. She once again targeted Joe for a sentence. This one read “Joe plans to dump Tiff this evening.” Cynthia hated that. She knew how much Tiff loved him. She changed dump marry. Suddenly, Tiff and Joe were gone. Her phone buzzed. A text message from Tiff. It was a picture of her in a wedding gown. The text read “I wish you could have made it! Tonight is the big night.” She looked lovely in the photo. Satisfied, Cynthia finished her lunch and prepared for math class