Go with her, obviously

As if you would ever choose anything else. By now, the masculine hormones pulsing through your body have overridden any choice other than going home with this hot girl. “Let’s leave, then,” you tell her, and soon you’re walking with her back to your place. You feel kind of embarrassed as you unlock the door and show her your studio apartment, but she doesn’t seem to mind.

Jennifer starts to make herself at home, looking around a little at the apartment that feels, now, a little too girly for you. You hope she isn’t judging you for that, but instead she asks you, “So, Barbara, how old are you?”

The name she says only feels half-right to you now, and you expect the more you change, the less you’ll like it. Still, you’re willing to keep it in the meantime. Running a hand through your hair, you waffle on telling her the truth before admitting, “Nineteen, but I’m almost twenty.” It occurs to you that you have no clue how old Jennifer is. By how she looks, she could be around your age, or in her thirties, or anywhere in-between.

She gives you another warm smile and saunters over to you, drawing close enough to make your pulse really race. “What a coincidence, same here. Looks like we both like drinking a little earlier than we’re supposed to.” That makes you laugh, but then she surprised you by coming even closer, rubbing her body against yours, and you know she can feel the hard-on in your pants. “What was the Task again? Oh yes, having your first male orgasm. Why don’t I help you with that?”

At this point, you are not capable of responding. What she’s said has overloaded your brain, and you are watching as she reaches down, cupping your package with one hand, before unzipping your pants and pulling out your junk. After all your changes so far, your cock and balls look to be pretty much average-sized, though your lack of experience in that department means your estimate there isn’t exactly backed by a wealth of data.

For a second, you think she’s going to take it into her mouth, and just picturing that makes your arousal flare up even higher, your cock flicking up in excitement at the image. She giggles, and says, “Someone has a dirty mind. Maybe later, but not quite yet.” Having apparently read your mind, Jennifer doesn’t give you a blowjob, but instead grabs your cock in her hand. Your entire body flinches from the sheer pleasure that brings you, and you feel her squeeze tighter, clearly loving how much power she has over you. She starts stroking, but after all the teasing you’ve had, it doesn’t take a lot. You cum, the jizz hitting your hardwood floor in spurt after spurt, as Jennifer looks at you, clearly fascinated. “What is it like?” she asks.

You can see why she’s asking you. After all, you’ve had other orgasms to compare it too. Words tumble out of your mouth as you try to recover from what you just experienced. “It’s...so different. It’s like the only part of me that mattered was my cock. And...when I came...I felt like nothing else existed in the world, just for a second, and then it was over.” As you finish talking, you realize you’re forgetting something, and pull your phone out of your pocket. You click the Task, and Jennifer stands back up, looking at the screen with you to see what it says.

Confidence 3->4

Sex 0->1

Manliness 24->29

Sluttiness 6->12

The changes happen not long after, and Jennifer watches them happen. You grow another inch taller, now only a few short of six feet tall, and your chin itches. You rub a hand over the area and feel resistance...you’ve got five o’clock shadow! “Looks good on you,” Jennifer tells you, a slight slur in her words to remind you she’s a lot more tipsy than you are. “Ooh, any new Tasks?” You check and see there is...but what is it?