Teach him a lesson about feminism

"I don't think its a very good idea to change people's genders like that," Brianna pouted, and stomped her foot. "I definitely don't think you should do it just because someone annoyed you!" She could remember Jake saying something about him/her being an annoyance in the last few minutes. She should want to be changed back; her essential self was changed on a fundamental level. On the other hand, she had all the memories in her head as being a girl. She felt like a girl. Being changed again would violate her self in the exact same way.

"I think you need a big change in attitude, mister," she said after a second, "For one thing, you gotta stop thinking solely with your dick, no matter how big and tasty-looking it is! In fact, I wish that you are now way more interested in your partner's pleasure than your own. You only consider sex good if you make your partner cum at least three times! You don't care about your own orgasm at all."

"You'll have better sex that way, anyways," she sniffed. It was hard to come up with an appropriate punishment for a guy. She wanted there to be more guys with pythons who cared about getting their girl off. She was a slut, that was her ideal type of man!

"Brad, I wish you also cared more about getting me and Mary off than your own nut. And I wish you also had a huge dick, and both you and Jake were super hot and ripped. And heck, I wish the busdriver was like that as well! And you all love getting me off most of all and and..." She could feel the bone pulse more and more. She was being corrupted! She was being just as bad as Jake. The bus was moving, so she ran up to the side and chucked it as far as she could, hoping it land somewhere no one would find it! She felt a shiver of both pride and despair.

She now had a devoted polycule of three hot guys and her slutty roommate. She'd never have to worry again about her sex-life. Who cares about the rest?