What's next?

Lucy

Answering if this was _the _Master PC or just a clever art project was straightforward enough: she turned herself into a woman. Crushing depths of dysphoria washed off in sucking waves of relief. Every part of her felt loose and easy. Finally, it was over. No more pills, no more regret, no more self-**** for what she'd never have--finally, Lucy was the prettiest girl with a retractable cock the world had ever seen.

Standing before a mirror, gloriously naked and free, she stretched this way and that, counting her ten thousand freckles, and running her fingers through her dark red hair. After a few hours she looked just how she had imagined she would, so many times while reading these stupid stories and wishing things could be different.

Now then, to business: world conquest.

It's going to be a long term project, she has no illusions about that. So to get herself set in for the long haul, first Lucy would need to use this computer to become absurdly, fabulously wealthy. She was going to enslave a billionaire and pass herself off as a harmless bimbo trophy wife while she amassed power behind the scenes.

When it was time to make her next move, she would know.