What next?

Go home

You slip the notebook into your backpack and decide to go home for the day: you've gotten some good cardio in after all, and have had the most productive morning of your entire life. As you get up to leave someone whistles at you and you blush, ducking your head which only brings another whistle and a slap on your rear from a passerby. The cafe erupts into laughter and you all but run from it, passing by the businessmen who grin at you, and the Femboi bouncing on his boyfriend's cock, who gives you a smile knowing smile.

Once out on the streets the effects of your changes are even more pronounced. Sex shops are openly and shamelessly displayed, at a nearby bus stop a Femboi sucks the cock of another man as they wait for their bus route, and everywhere you look all the advertisements have shifted: those using big breasted supermodels to sell their products show shirtless Fembois instead, still suggestively posed and scantily dressed. It's paradise.

You notice one glaring oversight as you continue your jog home: the small Catholic church that sits on your route back is utterly unchanged, and still sits towering over the nearby buildings. Your mouth twists: you suspect a deep dive into the Bible or talking to a priest would yield slightly different results then before, but you also suspect that nothing about the Church's core beliefs has changed. You where raised Catholic and had hated it, but you could just leave well enough alone. Or you could give the Church the same makeover you gave everything else...