Kelly found that now that he now longer wore the female form, his raging hatred for everything having to do with the female body had diminished to a cool distaste. There was no question, though, that if he was going to put his marvelous new body and new sexual organs to use, it would be with other men. After cleaning up the mess he had made, taking a long shower during which he reveled in soaping up his new body, and relishing his first time standing to pee, Kelly was ready to hit the local gay hangouts. Granted, he could have used the ring to wish up the perfect boyfriend, but somehow that seemed like cheating. Kelly wanted men to find him attractive without cheating.
Kelly's new wardrobe furnished a pair of tight jeans and a muscle shirt that showed off his new assets to their best advantage--he was getting hard just looking at himself in a mirror--and he was off to the Dugout, a local gay bar that catered to the muscle crowd. Walking in like he belonged there, which he did, was another thrill.