Try to become more male again...

As you watch Casey and Ashley going at it, your regained member goes right into full salute, fighting with the hem of your silky underwear and quickly winning, bursting out of it.

But your other, your inner member, continues to tingle desperately, wanting to get filled just like it did when you wished to never be male again.

"I wish I did not have a pussy." you try, although you don't really mean that. It feels so good.

And either because your heart is not into it, or because this wish effectively reverses your previous wish, your pussy does not suddenly sink inside your body again. No magic manifests around you at all. Another failure. So this is the new you?

Feeling your chin, you find it free from the faint stubble you hoped would grow into a beard soon. You dart into the tiny toilet+sink bathroom of your dorm room, and check yourself in the mirror. You look into the smooth face of a dainty woman with comically large eyes and a tiny nose. Great god, your wish to be a futanari was granted literally, as if someone looked at one of your hentai manga and decided to turn one of the drawn figures into a being of flesh and blood.

You breathe hard. You can be grateful that at least you're not a living anime animation.

"I wish my face was normally proportioned for a human again, and that I have a beard."

Again, the wish takes a few seconds. It is as if the invisible genie who fulfills your dreams, is waiting if you want to make some last second changes. but then, your face begins morphing. Your eyes shrink, your nose turns into a human nose again, your hair loses some of its glossy shine, and you suddenly have single strands of hair again. You hadn't even noticed how cartoonish your white-blond hair had looked, but you're back to being a dirty-blonde-almost-brunette. Whoever designed your futanari self, has probably never seen a futanari with short hair, because it is still reaching your hips, and the strands are tipped with tiny girly blue bows.

And not only is the overly cartoonish look gone, you also suddenly have a beard. Longer than ever before, the tips of your well-groomed beard reach to your chest, tickling it a bit. It is the most feminine beard you ever saw in real life, with silky-smooth hair and braided into two bow-tipped braids, that are certainly styled much like your long head hair.

You glare at the innocent mirror, as your fingers run across your silky beard. The mere action of stroking it soothes you. It feels nice. But this is still some bullshit! There are other things you can try to regain your maleness though.

You smile a grim smile. "I wish to be strong and muscular."

Seconds later, you are presented with the results. You definitely gained a lot of muscles and now look a bit like an Amazon. Scratch that, you are definitely an Amazon futanari now, defined muscular arms and legs, and girl abs like you have never seen before. It doesn't help to make you look more manly, though. You practically exude feminity.

Okay, so much for making yourself looking male again!

From your room, you hear two girls moan.