Another one!?

You raise your eyebrows as you see the die reveals the single dotted side again. God damn it, is it loaded? At least you've been taking some precautions so far in keeping your wishes... modest?

Your personal phone buzzes and you see Emily has sent a message, you open it up and you find...

A picture of two girls and one stranger's dick. The girl closest to it looking a lot like Emily, but prettier. The other one you don't reckognize, but she looks ecstatic about the cum dripping off her face.

Normally, you'd be outraged at your girlfriend sending you a picture of her sucking another man's dick, even if she's doing it with another woman, but you don't really feel angry... which is sort of weird. You see Emily is typing something so you wait for a moment, pondering the weird emotional state you seem to be in.

"Jack finally got his pictures uploaded!" she typed.

"I can see that... who was that guy?" you reply, curious about what sort of conversation you two were currently having.

"That was a friend of Jack I believe- biker from up north? Anyway, he's in town again tonight, if you know what I mean,"

"Eeh," you reply as you feel conflicted. Why would you want to let Emily bring a guy back home? Is this the failed die roll making you into some sort of whipped boyfriend?

"Aw come on, it'll be fun! You can't argue with that smile on your face!" Emily replies, causing your heart to race and your ears to go quiet except for the sound of blood rushing through your brain.

Your face? You get up and discreetly but quickly move to one of the bigger bathrooms. Once you made sure it's empty you close the main door. You look at your mirror image and sigh with relief. You're your normal-

*Whomph*

you're standing there taking some lewd pictures as a reward for Emily, when a slight suspicion hits the back of your mind... Didn't you use to be a guy?

You pull down your top and cup one of your breasts to take another picture. You're on the clock after all, gender swap or not. The sensation of the piercings dancing in your palm and making your nipples hard is... unusual.

You glance down at your cropped shorts and visually confirm there's nothing masculine left between your legs anymore. 'Well,' you think before you roll your hips and feel the fabric of your underwear slide around inside and confirm your... confusion? It feels natural, but it shouldn't be. You roll your eyes and smile at yourself in the mirror. Whatever worries you have on the inside doesn't seem to be reflected in your demeanor.

You're about turn around and get back to work when you **** yourself to face yourself in the mirror. "I'm Jamie? No, I'm Jamie!" you say with a smile and giggle at your panic. "Oh dear. Okay, I'm Jamie, and I work in IT and in six hours I'm probably going to roll a die to undo this, okay?" you continue in a whispering tone, some part of you making sure you're not heard by your coworkers.

You nod to yourself and you make sure to send the pictures you just took to Emily. "Biker boy for desert might be fun!" you reply quickly before you can stop yourself. "Oh damn, not exactly as planned..." you whisper to yourself before your body breaks out a mischievous giggle. Hopefully you will be able to undo this before then...