Watch some porn

The girl on the screen was moaning, squeezing her tits as the guy thrust into her. She cried out, practically screaming. Michael shifted, trying to hide his boner, and turned to look at Kevin. "Anything?"

Kevin was sitting on the couch, arms folded as she watched the screen. She shrugged. "I don't know, dude. This is kinda weird. Watching porn with you..."

"We're just trying to figure out what you're into. Does seeing that dick do anything for you?"

"I... I don't know? I guess?" Kevin said, wiggling uncomfortably in her seat. "Like, it doesn't look as gross as it would have when I was a guy, but... I don't know."

"Fuuuuck," Michael said. "This isn't really getting us anywhere, other than you maybe think a dick looks nice." He stood up, huffed, then started out of the room. "I'm gonna go to the bathroom."

"Okay," Kevin said. As Michael left the room, she looked back to the TV. She hadn't been entirely honest. The guy on the screen actually wasn't doing much for her, but the idea of being in the position the girl was certainly did. She could imagine herself, on her back, being fucked... that did it.

Feeling awkward, she turned off the video and picked up her phone, heading back onto Instagram and scrolling through pictures her friends and classmates had posted. She stopped as she saw one posted by George O'Malley. He was one of the coolish kids, but kind of existed on the periphery. It was more the way he carried himself and how little he gave a shit about what people thought about him that made him cool. He had posted a few pictures from practice with his band. One of them had him on stage, strumming away on his guitar. Sweat from the exertion of playing and moving around the stage had made his shirt cling to his chest, and while he wasn't ripped or anything, it looked nice. She thought back to interactions with him, how cool he was...

And then she imagined the scene from the video, her on her back and him above her, shoving his dick into her. Her eyes widened and her cheeks heated up. "Welp..."

Michael came back a moment later and looked at her. Seeing her face, he asked "what's up?"

"I think I know what works for me..."

Michael smiled, and she was pushed over to the machine and started designing the new Michael. When she was done, he entered and let the machine do it's work.