OK, Jenny thought, you can't be a snob anymore, but you can do or be anything you wish for. Anything? Anything, including your deepest, darkest fantasies.
She took a deep breath. "How about guy-guy?"
Ginger's eyebrows shot up. "Oooh, something has happened to little Miss Vanilla, and I think I like it." In the blink of an eye Ginger transformed into a handsome man in what seemed to be the ubiquitous tank top complimented by a brief that showed off his ample endowment.
Jenny thought, I wish I was a guy who was just as hot as I am now as a girl. In an instant she felt herself transformed, with a new balance as her shoulders broadened and her breasts were no longer tugging at her chest. But that wasn't the main thing that was different about his new body. The main thing was the incredible concentration of sexual feeling as his new penis grew hard. He took a quick comparative glance--yes, it was slightly bigger than Ginger's, which was also displaying unmistakable signs of stimulation.
"OK, bro" came a deep rumble from the new Ginger, "Your place, mine, or right here?"