Call out of work sick, and change self more [Gender TF, Futanari]

"OK," John thinks to himself, "I'm already late, might as well use a sick day."

Finishing his morning hygiene routine, John returns to his room, calls his boss and explains that he is not going to be making it into work. They are fine with it, and he looks at his newly muscular arm as he puts down the phone. He now had a full day to play with what can essentially be considered a super power. As this passes into his mind he thinks for a moment and realizes something.

"Miku."

"Yes, Master?"

John liked hearing that, "If this is effecting reality, how are the changes I make perceived by the rest of the world?"

"Oh totally. Like, your original design was to like secretly be able to alter your reality. So, like, the default setting, like totally does works similar to that. If you like change someone..."

"Stop, for a moment," John cut off the ditz in his ear for a moment realizing that making her sound like a dumb bimbo, while fun, will make getting any explanation out of her take twice as long as it otherwise would, "Alter Miku, when ever an explanation requires more than 3 sentences simulate intelligence equal to the Jarvis protocol. Now please continue the explanation."

"Certainly Sir. To continue, if you change someone or something physically if will be treated as though has not changed at all, so long as that physicality change does not negatively interact with the laws of physics. If you change the mental or emotional attributes of others, they and the rest of the world will act as though the changes were their natural state. This in effect can be treated as though the rest of the world is truly filled with None Player Characters and you are now truly the protagonist for having knowledge of the mods installed. You can however change this. Options include white listing individuals so that they will, like you, know base reality (determined at the point they are whitelisted) and recognize visible changes and be able to recognize changes in personality naturally, or at the moment of applying a change there is a setting that will make that change recognizable to all as though it is happening at them moment the change is applied (Time delay on changes is available)."

"Thank you, Miku."

"Of course master."

Ok. So he can make changes and have no one know that they are happening or even act as though they have happened, add or remove people from a white list that will allow them to recognize changes naturally while they are on that list, and make changes recognizable to everyone essentially whitelisting the planet for individual changes. Nice. That being said, he's got the day.

Now, he has the power in his hands. He can have anything, anyone, he wants. No he is not going to go psycho evil villain... yet... but now he can indulge into his personal fantasies with assurance that they won't be seen as weird, in fact they will be seen as exactly how everything was supposed to be. As if nothing had ever changed. To start that off he throws open the stat window for himself. Quickly navigating it, thank goodness for the AI being decent at generating user friendly interfaces, he comes to his genitalia, sex, and gender.

With but slight hesitation he moves in gestures to unlock the genitalia from their presence being mutually exclusive, and marks to gain female genitals. A new category forms, a true false style option for "Primary Sex" and he selects female which deselects male. With another breath of doubt he presses the icon to apply the changes and topples over in absolute bliss.

There is a fiery pleasure that erupts from his crotch and chest as he feels a sudden surge of wetness flood from a newly formed vaginal crevice between his scrotum and anus. His pecs throb in three short surges, each a heave that forces him to arch his back and gasp as a feeling of electricity surges through him from the formation of his breasts. Each thrust presses his chest out more and more gaining a cup size with each push, expanding to a respectable c cup on the third thrust as he gasps for air to recover. In those surges what he hadn't noticed was that he was shrinking, compacting, from his decent five feet ten inches in height he now stood similar to his sister's five feet four. His waist slimmed, and his hips widened slightly. He was now glistening with sweat, and catching his breath, leaning on the corner of his bed with a raging 9 inch erection from the feelings of the transformation coursing through him. "How," he wonders, "can that not be noticeable if I do it to others."

He/she looks to see her hand has grabbed her cock, but she breathes. She might not just sit in today and masturbate the hours away, or she might, but she could do so much more... Does her sister have class today? Does her mom have work?... Does her Dad have work? Heck, she could go with them. Alternatively, she could leave family out of it and go find some fun elsewhere, but she isn't quite sure she is done perfecting herself... again the day is hers.

(Note: Don't forget to change the main character first name after this chapter to adjust her how you like.)