A coin toss later, a new lease on life

"Heads or tails?" Eric asked as he tossed the coin in the air.

"Tails," you said with a spin and a slap on your jiggling butt.

"...Heads," Eric said as he picked up the gun on the table. "So I'll shoot you first, awareness on, plaything of the body?"

"...fine," You said after thinking about it for a second. "Might be easier to adapt. Get me a form that doesn't go yuck on nerdy things, please?"

"Anal is nerdy, right?" Eric said with a chuckle as he aimed the gun at you and closed one eye.

"Ha ha," you said in a flat tone, finding the world became a little larger between Ha's. "Shit, you made me shorter?" you said as you look down at yourself, finding the familiar sight of a impressive pair of tits. "So you let your other head have the final vote, huh?" you said to Eric and giggled as you glanced over at a mirror in your living room.

(Christy Mack)

"Hey, I look a bit more punky now," You say as you try to recall your new past.

"I figured a nerdy but punky tomboy aunt who is a naughty teacher on the side would be amusing," Eric said and handed you the weapon.

"Oh, you're up for polygamy? That's nice of you," you say as you look at the settings of the gun. "I wasn't much of a people's person before, but if I can flirt and suck off a few students to improve their grades, maybe arrange a blowbang now and then, I'd be able to grow that muscle over time. Who knows?"

"I kept you bisexual too, in case you'd want to have some threesomes with me and another girl," Eric said as he clapped his hands and shook his arms and shoulders.

"Making assumptions that you'll end up as the single male, are you?" you say with a smirk as you begin to ponder Eric's future.

"Counting on it," Eric said with a double finger gun gesture and a wink. Damn, he knew what worked on you. You lifted the gun with a chuckle and fired, causing the world to go white for a second.

"And that's how the ulna and radius roll over each other," you say to your class as you turn back towards the auditorium, having used chalk to draw some basic illustrations. The straight girls and gay men of the class were doing their best to pay attention to your class, which was known to be of high quality, but the straight boys and lesbians were still nurturing various sorts of boners and moist panties.

"That's all for today! pick up a test on your way out the door. I want them in by next week's class," you said to the class, leaning back on the desk to enjoy the sight of your curvy butt's work on the trousers of various students. Sweat pants were not a good drip for university, but you loved to see the students struggle with the consequences of their choices.

Some would say your outfit was highly unprofessional, but for some miraculous reason you've never been called out or canceled for it. Sure, there's a few bimbos in the administration center that might have been up your ass on it in different timelines, but now they were busy getting things up their own ass and other orifices stuffed instead.

You try to avoid using direct methods to solves such problems, since it became clear that the gun had some tendency to make local changes on a global scale. Bimbo "Moral support personnel" in administrations were now standard in all universities and some corporate environments, and you're pretty sure that's your fault.

As the last students left the auditorium, one of the male students came over to you. "It looks like you enjoy your new life very well," Eric said with a small smile on his face. He was not as masculine as before, some would mistake him for being nonbinary. You'd made him a bit more submissive and lithe, even slightly elfin with pert lips and prominent cheekbones. He was no longer your nephew, but he was still fucking around with your sister as one of her friend's love children.

"You made a good choice," you said as you put your hands around his waist. "I hope you don't mind me wanting to have some student-mistress dynamics before we get back to having children. Can't sacrifice my career the first year we're together."

"Not at all, I like my current situation," Eric said with a smile. "I get to be your boy toy,"

"And I and others get to toy with you too," you said with a smile. You'd made him a bit of a bisexual with a kink for anal sex. It reminded you of the old Erica whenever he was lying face down ass up with you behind him with a strap on. Or some other common boyfriend of yours.

"Mhm," Eric said with a hungry look, glancing towards the door. "Speaking of which, I'm expected in the basket ball team's locker room, you?"

"Football team in twenty," you say and point at the duffel bag with various items in it behind the desk. "Got to get your exercise in during work hours," you said with a chuckle.

"Then I wish you the best of luck," Eric said and gave you a quick kiss on the lips. "What do you want for dinner?" He asked. He was studying to become a chef and you were reaping the rewards.

"Surprise me. I'll love what you make anyway," you said as you pulled some of his slightly long hair behind his ear.

"As you wish," Eric said as he began moving towards the door. "Six PM?" he asked, and you nodded.

You enjoyed the silence for a few seconds. Then you picked up the bag and walked towards the football team's locker room. A tupperware box in the duffel bag held a ray gun with over thirty charges. Most football teams in the nation were big dicked femboys that ejaculated pints of cum at the slightest stimulation, and only you really knew the reason why. As much fun as it was, you felt it necessary to keep the changes to the world at a minimum.

At least, you would consider it. Every time they mewled and moaned coating you in their girl-cock cum, you had relented and given them another week.

Third time's the charm, right?