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(We're doing this exquisite corpse style. You take the previous post as a foundation to continue the story from your preferred direction. Art, ai or self drawn, is encouraged! Though sampled or self drawn art is preferable.)

May 10th, 2025
As it turns out, an absence of marketable skills and a resumé with non-existent experience can't exclude you from making ends meet. As of two weeks ago, I've underwent a procedure to turn my form into that of a futanari and have been keeping notes for the benefits of my supervisors who have been wanting to know the psychological and sexual affect this has had on me. Thankfully, there hasn't been any kind of mandate of material citations so I can basically write whatever I want. I recently went to a test subject retreat with others undergoing the same test treatment as I. They were just taking measurements, a bit of blood sampling to see our chemical balances, and then we got to go to complimentary sauna together. Suffice it to say, I'm the top dick in town. I wouldn't call everyone else's pitiful, but some of these people have been at this treatment longer than I and they can't measure up to me, let alone come close. At home, I've noticed this for myself and have even found an increased frequency in my eyeballing and masturbating to myself in the mirror. It's quite empowering and pleasurable to be quite honest, and even then I haven't been wearing much clothing to begin with at home so that's a plus. I just hope the special tailor I've been working with can hurry the fuck up, I'm not aiming to bet on good luck that my next accidental wardrobe malfunction serves in my favor.