Like Allen.

Alice reached into the box and grabbed the more reserved outfit of the two. As she did, the other outfit disintegrated, leaving her with only one choice; not that she wanted any other. She hurriedly donned the dike-ish apparel, grateful to have some semblance of normalcy returned to her. With that, she decided her best course of action would be to find a guy on Tinder. The guys at bars were usually sleazebags; Allen included.

Within a couple of hours, Alice had matched with a few guys, but it felt more like days. The burning in her loins had her ****, and somehow, she just knew she wouldn't be turning back to normal until she'd satisfied her needs. She had three options, and before inviting any of them over, she checked and double-checked their profiles to see which one would be best.

The first was Marco, 42. He was a broad-chested guy with graying hair and biceps as exquisite as his beard. The fact that Marco was old enough to be this new form's dad was actually kinda hot, but he didn't seem like the kind of guy who would be happy about using a rubber. On the other hand, it said he didn't have any kids... Maybe his pull-out game was on point?

Her second option was Kev, 28. He was fit, like Marco, but more lithe. Where Marco was built like a gorilla, Kev was more of a cheetah. His name was almost definitely a nickname or pseudonym, and as soon as they'd matched, Kev was in Alice's DM's, trying to charm her jeans off. On the plus side, the dick pic he sent confirmed his cock was admirably large...

Her final option was Gary, 36. He was almost 6'6" with an average-looking build and a pair of glasses. He had a PhD in something Alice didn't care to try and sound out, and seemed like a real catch for any girl. When he DM'd her, he was flirty, but respectful. When Alice responded in kind, he went in a more dominant direction. The fact that he could take charge was enticing... But a little scary.