Pick a new picture.

“So when I clicked on the link the cartoon on the screen was an afraid looking girl getting railed by a futa cheerleader, so it decided I wanted to get **** and transformed into a girl?” You ask the demoness.

“Well, it’s not exactly that literal in most cases, and just because it decided you identified with the girl in the cartoon, we don’t know your true self was that girl. All I know is that the divine computer sent her with instructions to give you a **** fantasy. In any event. Have you made your decision?” You can’t help but rub your lip nervously. “Excellent choice. Come let’s go.” She takes the cheerleader’s hand and they both vanish.

You look at your computer with the still image on the screen and the again blinking light. It dawns on you. “What if I change the picture to something really sexy. Oh or of a celebrity. Someone rich. Famous. A super model. Wait… I don’t want to be a girl… Do I?” You stare at the computer. Pull up Pinterest. Scrolling down across tons of pictures of sexy girls trying to sell all sorts of dresses, skirts, and cute tight pairs of low hip hugging pants. “God all I look at is girls selling clothes, and rough anal porn, no wonder it thinks I want to be a girl.” Just then you spot something that catches your eye. Your finger hovers over the button.