He makes it home, where his sister is waiting.

Frank unsteadily rose to his feet as Valerie left the coffee shop. he put a hand on the ground to push himself up and nearly crashed into the floor again due to how slippery the ground had become. He opened the book and did a quick reading of the rules and, realizing what Valerie had done let out a pitiable "NOOOOOO!". He looked around scared, there were women all around him and if one tried to strike up a conversation with him he would be **** to give them the book. Terrified of this possibility he gathered up his old male clothes and took off like a shot for home. Luckily for him the town was small enough that running at full speed, or at least his new much slower full speed, he was able to get home in a half an hour with no notable incidents along the way.

He unlocked and opened the front door getting in as fast as possible an then slid until he was sitting on the floor. He was screwed now, his life was going to become a never ending series of ****'s and humiliations and he couldn't do anything about it. Just as he was getting to a good old pity party for himself he heard a throat clearing, at which point he looked up and saw his sister Helen standing at the top of the stairs and looking down at him with a smug expression.

Helen was 22, 4 years younger than Frank and had just graduated college with a degree in having a stick up her butt. Or at least that's what anyone would think from talking to her. She was a rebel without a cause and so latched onto rebellious movements at random, her current phase was against the concept of bodily hygiene so despite the fact that she looked generally rather nice her appearance was ruined by her excessive body hair and the rather pungent odor that emanated from her armpits. She was leaning on a wall with one arm up so Frank could smell the odor wafting off of her.

"Looks like you had a fun day how'd things get this bad?" She said her tone more polite than one would expect from looking at her.

Frank opened his mouth to say 'I made a mistake at the coffee shop and pissed off the wrong woman.' before muttering an excuse and scampering off to his room but his mouth betrayed him, that would be trying to end the conversation so instead completely unconnected from his brain he heard himself say "What business is it of yours **** pits?"

"Oh **** pits is it?" Said his sister in the tone of someone who is not exactly angry but is absolutely going to deliver a well deserved beat down. She leapt from the top of the stairs and landed in front of Frank (She was a former gymnast and retained her skills even now). She then swiped her foot to the left knocking everything except the rule book out of Frank's hands. Then with expert precision she kicked up his dress and extracted his cock which flopped out on the floor much as it had done at the coffee shop. "I don't think you've had your daily cock flattening so lets do that shall we?" She said through a feline grin.

"Please I'm sorry I didn-" suddenly he stopped, a minute had passed so roboticly he held out the rulebook and in a voice not his own explained its function. Helen looked somewhat stunned at the revelation but took it none the less and began to peruse it. As she did this she stepped down hard on Frank's cock. At the coffee shop Valerie had the skill of a professional dom but his sister was stepping to cause pain and frank yowled from the pressure.

"So you said I have '**** pits' and that hurt my feelings. I think you need to learn to love au natural women Frank." With that she pulled out a pen and quickly jotted down a new rule before rotating it and displaying the book to Frank.

New Rule: Men named Frank are sexually aroused by hairy smelly armpits, the hairier and smellier the better.

Frank didn't want it to be true and for a moment thought it wasn't after all his sister's pits smelled just as bad but he felt his dick hardening, and despite knowing what would happen with every new whiff he couldn't help taking another big deep one. His dick was now hard as diamond despite the punishment he was suffering and as she removed her foot allowing normal blood flow once more he began to spurt.

Right onto his mother's shoes as she stepped in through the garage door.