His forehead

Sarah looked at her cock and saw that Tom left some cum on it. She wiped it on his face. Well, she meant to wipe it on his face but smeared it on his forehead instead.

Sarah giggled. Tom looked confused. He got to his feet.

Tom's whole demeanor shifted. He stood like a woman. Hip out, hand on hip, limp wristed , head tilted.

"I'm feeling a little woothy," Tom said with a pronounced lisp and his voice was higher and softer. He sat down and tucked his legs under his butt.

What Sarah couldn't see was what was going on in Tom's mind. His interest in sports faded. Thoughts of football changed to dresses, baseball thoughts to shoes, hockey to make-up, basketball to shopping, soccer to sucking dick. Every stat and game and player vanished from his head. All he could remember from his favorite movies were the relationships and the sexy men. Ooooo, men, cocks so sexy now. He didn't like beer anymore, wine was his style now. His desire for fast food was replaced dieting. He loved chocolate. Steaks turned him off but he loved salads. He couldn't wait to read a romance since adventure novels were boring to him. His need for perfume and earrings were overwhelming. And sex! He couldn't ever remember being the aggressor or how to be dominant in any way anymore. Being on top of a woman was a hazy thought at best. Kneeling before a hard cock, being penetrated, or under a hot body were distinct, vivid in his mind now. Even certain words ceased to exist. Anything that was cool was now cute. Nothing was awesome any more it was fabulous.

His entire mental outlook changed.