Drink a milkshake and blow off some steam

You mix together a very indulgent milkshake and go to outside the backyard patio, To enjoy the warm weather in the few remaining minutes of sunlight. You sit down at a table and have a long sip of the refreshing drink, washing away a ghost memory of the salty flavors you've never tasted thirty minutes ago, but now was covering a lot of your memories.

The neighbor's teenage boy had been chased out to mow the lawn. He'd used to be a few years younger than yourself, but now you were not sure how old you were.

He was even a bit cute. And he seemed more mature than you could remember? You glanced around the neighborhood and realized things seemed to have been subtly changed. A different color on a neighbor's car, a different roof on a house, a garage on the other side.

You decide you have to bike around the neighborhood to explore when you've gotten out of this situation. Or maybe you should take a trip looking like you're looking right now? You wiggle your curvy ass beneath yourself and imagine it would eat up the seat of your bicycle. You would probably a sight to behold for the neighbors as well, riding down the streets in tight denim shorts.

You imagine cycling down the streets, your ass wiggling side to side from the back, your cleavage on full display in front. The sound of cute guys stumbling behind you, the scoffs of jealous girls and nervous girlfriends. You don't hate the idea, surprisingly enough.

In fact, as you catch yourself daydreaming, you find a traitorous pair of fingers have snuck down into your shorts, casually rubbing your clit and lips up to an orgasmic peak. You've leaned back on the sun bed with the milkshake in one hand and the other between your lazily spread legs.

The neighboring kid seems to be doing his best to not look at you while blushing furiously, moving the mower around in a slightly shaky pattern on the square lawn. Shit, you've been jerking yourself off for a hot minute and he's been watching you do it! It makes your heart race and your disloyal fingers furiously tease your clit into a small orgasm.

You try to keep the throes of the orgasm from showing as your panties are drenched by your squirting pussy, staining your shorts. You try to get up into a proper sitting position as the world seemed to pulse.

The buzzing sound of the neighbor's lawn mower change pitch and become less screaming. You blink your eyes and look over to see your hunky neighbor's son pushing their hand-driven lawn mover around their yard. Wait, was he that hunky before? You try to remember but all that comes to mind is that body-builder Adonis body that's casually walking back and forth in front of you, smirking in your direction.

Memories of you having sex with him over the years begin to appear in your mind. Started with you telling him that if he got into shape and did your house's lawn so you didn't have to, you'd take his virginity and pay with sex once a week if he kept mowing your lawn. He took it to heart and became a real fuckboy under your supervision.

You didn't really need to fuck him anymore to have him mow your lawn. He had girlfriends of his own now, friends you've tossed over the fence to him and otherwise. But you know that you only had to ask to have his cock ramming any of your holes.

Wait... you try to remember your past life as a boy. You remember your past life still, but for some reason, all your memories of your dick seemed blurry. In fact, your first masturbation moment seems to have been you toying with a hairbrush handle, stuffing it into your vagina. Showering after gym at school, you pranced proudly around with your dick-less crotch, as if you still had one of the larger than average dicks in class. Sending pictures of your slit to your short term girlfriends. Having one of them give you a air guitar hand job before fingering your sex.

Your boyhood memories of having a cock had been replaced with having a pussy, and you now had even more casual knowledge of how to make your girl feel good. Or to be more precise, what others had to do to make her feel good.

"Shit," you muttered to yourself as you got up and found yourself wearing a sunbathing bikini. Your crotch was a little damp from the masturbation session, but you didn't feel embarrassed about that anymore. Reality had been changed again from you fiddling your skiddle for a minute, and it seemed to be messing with your past life even more than before.

Also, your current life seemed to have been corrupted a bit as well. You now weren't just a bombshell tomboy woman, but a proper corruptor of innocent souls. Your neighbor wasn't your only victim. You'd turned many an innocent boy into slavering hunks of meat.

And some part of you was beginning to enjoy its new life a little too much to your liking. You took a deep breath as you considered that a sign there was still hope to undo all of this. You opened your phone to find you still had one more dick to suck. The extra reality warping effect had a counter of three next to it now. Another climax and you were not sure where you would end up.