Go to the park

John swayed his hips from left to right while walking through the city towards his apartment. He noticed the side-eyes he gained from the male passers-by and the stares of envy and disgust from the females, he loved it. Never did he thought he would get that much attention from people around him. Although he wished for it, not in a woman's body that is, but still.

I can't go home like this, John thought. Although, he thought, _it is intriguing to see Alex' reaction to a hot slut walking into our apartment. _So John decided to do a little detour and went at the next crossing right instead of left, going straight to the park.

John put his entire concentration on his phone, once again rereading the terms of conditions and the manual of the Omni App. He sat on a wooden bench next to a pathway. His legs were crossed. He knew it was very feminine, but he still likes sitting that way, it was comfortable and, so he thought, looked a little erotic.

'Hey Hottie, wanna go for a drink?' A man came up to John, he was partly bold, overweight and smelled like beer, he reminded John of himself. He felt bad for him. Being ugly like him sure must be tough. John noticed two men standing a bit further away, watching them. His friends, he thought. Both of them looked younger and a lot more attractive than the ugly man before John. 'I am sorry', he said 'but you're kind of not my type' The man looked irritated 'Well fuck then you too, bitch', he said and turned around, walking back to his friends, who laughed at him. Now John felt even worse. Suddenly a jolt of an idea went through his head, any so John typed into his phone and had a sentence portrayed on the screen: The man walked ashamed back to his friends.

I can work with this, John thought, he smiled and edited the sentence: The bimbo walked ashamed back to his friends.

Ignoring the logical grammar error, too bad you can only edit one word, he was pretty satisfied with his work. And as he looked up he was a little bit of proud even.

'Totally got you', the men laughed. John sighed, despite the man being a stunning hot bimbo now, they still made fun of him. I can change that, John thought and again generated a sentence: The men ridicule the bimbo.

John thought for a moment and edited it to: The men fuck the bimbo.

Although not proud of the language he used, John knew it was effective when he heard the immediate effect in the form of loud moaning and grunting and as he looked up he almost overcame himself and joined in.

But he restrained. Although he was extremely aroused, John felt like itt was wrong, and not only, because he was in the middle of a park. Maybe it was the little bit of dignity he had left in him, but he stood up, left the three in their joy, and went the way home.