Amiko Jorgenson, a dimension hopping veteran minion

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You make it to your room a few minutes later and make straight for the chest at the end of your bed. Opening it, you find the Sex License quickly enough and you grin.

It has your name in bold letters: Amiko Jorgenson. There’s a whole bunch of other data on it including your height and weight, your bra size, the length of your penis, the fact that your gender is futa. There’s a picture of your sexy face, the one you share with Lucy Liu, that actress from another Earth you visited two or three supervillain bosses back. That mad scientist type had you bouncing across alternate Earths for like three months in an ultimately futile search for this ultimate weapon. You owe your singular gender to a transformation that happened during that trip.

Next you grab some clothes, though if everything goes right you shouldn’t be needing them for very long-Sweet Amazonian pussy! Once you’ve got your boxer-briefs on, you pull up your black leather pants. You spend a few moments rearranging the eight inches of your flaccid penis, utterly thankful you still have your pussy right below it and don’t have to worry about finding space for balls between your thighs as well. Next you throw on a tight tank top. You don’t have much in the way of tits so a bra isn’t necessary and it’s just as well because it’s fucking hot and humid in this jungle- and why do you have to look so amazing in tight black leather? Not just your amazing ass either. The thick lump of your cock looks pretty hot as well.

You pull on your bandoleer of pulse packs and then snatch up your graviton pulse cannon, your reward for helping out Dr. Doom, a supervillain on an Earth with a completely different cast of heroes and villains.

A couple minutes later you are back at Circe’s audience chamber where you find: