I scheme to destoy my rival

I sit at my desk and open CHYOA on my computer. __

Maybe I'll decide who to test it on when I'm horny. This seems like the kind of thing you'd read about it one of those gender swap stories. Come to think of it, I've never actually read one. I suppose I should have a look, being a writer and all. I need to expand my horizons if I'm going to make it as a writer, especially a writer better than...

A red notification icon catches my eye._ _Someone's left me a comment. It's the only kind of notification I left on. And there's only one reader who consistently comments on my work. SirLordSmutGodKing. I drag my cursor to the icon and click. Sure enough, it's him.

Well, look who's back!

I hate this guy with every fiber of my being. I can't publish a single thing without him nitpicking it to **** in comments so long and thorough they could be their own chapter. Exaggerated description for the sake of titillation? Here's a 9 paragraph essay in your comments about the how the penis works. Small continuity error in cushion color? It was mahogany last time! Small typo in the last paragraph of page on the 9th path of your story? It's ignite, not ignit! Why won't he fuck off?!

I let out a beleaguered sigh and click on his comment.

"Good evening sir," it reads, "I could not help but notice that your story has been categorized in third person, but all of your chapters are written the first person. Is this a mistake or were later chapters meant to be in the third person? You may not be aware, first person is when you speak form the point of view of the the protagonist. An example would be _'I pass wisdom along to aspiring writers in the hopes that they may one day enjoy the prestige of published authors such as myself'. Third person is when you speak form the perspective of a narrator. An example of this would be **'Beloved bestselling published erotica author SirLordSmutGodKing_ guided his apprentices through the wonderful world of literary perspectives. His readers became wise and their gratitude knew no bounds.' **These are very different and mistaking them will surely confuse your readers and deter contributors. Also, your subject matter is bland and rife with the telltale signs of virginity. This can be easily remedied by acquiring experience with females that closely resemble..."

I click away and cradle my head in my hands for a while.

There's no way I'm reading anymore of that. Why won't he stop? Why won't he fuck off? Why won't he go fuck himself? WAIT! Forget that! Why don't I go fuck HIM?!

I look down at the toy gun sitting on my desk.

Yes, it's all coming together now. He says I need experience. Chloe says she knows where the guy lives. I have a Bimbo Ray now. It's perfect.

I leap out of my seat and sprint down the hall to Chloe's room and knock on the door.

"Come in"

I throw the door open.

"Do you have that guy's address?!" I ask breathlessly. She stares at me for a while as I stand there panting. Then she furls her brow.

"They author guy from the porn website?" She asks.

"Yeah, him. Do you have it?" I ask, suddenly aware of how loud my voice is. A sadistic grin spreads across her face.

"Hell yeah I do. You wanna pay him a visit?"

A chill runs down my spine. Even through the excitement and adrenaline, her tone terrifies me.

Oh shit! I shouldn't have said anything! What if she wants to come along? I can't let that happen. She's insane! I have to approach this carefully.

"Yeah, his writing tips are pretty good and I wanna talk to him, to get some advice and stuff.."

She snorts and rolls her eyes.

"Yeah right. If you wanna borrow my gun it's in the..."

"No!" I scream.

She freezes. I take a deep breath and try to calm myself.

"Alright, chill, I was just joking. I let Stephanie borrow it, anyways" she shrugs.

"Okay, well, could you give me the address? Please?" I plead.

"Sure, but you have to get me some chicken nuggets on the way home. And..." She pauses dramatically.

"And?" I ask cautiously.

"And I want you to fill me in. Tell me what you do to him."

Well, I definitely can't do that.

"I already told you, I just wanna talk." I lie.

"Aww, come on. He pisses you off. You're always complaining about him. It's all you do. I know you wanna fuck him up. He's so annoying."

"He's not!" I shout.

Where did that come from?

"Everything he says annoys you." She presses.

"Only because it's true. And, his advice has helped me get better. It just gets under my skin sometimes."

"Pfft, so now he's your writing mentor or something?" she laughs.

"No, I hate him, but like not in a hate way. It's complicated."

"Is this some enemies to lovers shit? It sounds kinda gay. Wait, are you trying to come out? Oh m god I support you. Have you told mom an-"

"It's not gay, okay? It's just guy shit. He's just some nobody and I'm finally gonna be the one who gets one over him and comes out on top!"

"You mean you're gonna top him? And bring your rivalry to a climax?"

I roll my eyes.

"Just send me the address. I'm going to take some stuff to my car."

Without waiting for an answer, I turn around and run back to my room to pack.

Finally, the hard part's over.

I throw my dildos, a bottle of lube, my buttplugs, my vibrator, the toy gun, and some handcuffs into a backpack and head out to my car.