Snap out of it, try to undo the damages

You shake your head and realize you're losing yourself to your new existence. New instincts and memories are fighting with your male past, and you can feel that they are winning every battle. Memories of dicks joyfully sucked off, the salty, bitter flavor of other men's cum, the feeling of a dick filling up your tight and horny pussy, multiple orgasms. The clearer the memories become, the more you want to relive them. You think that you have to try and save yourself from a slut's existence, and you feel your new persona whine with dissatisfaction with your decision.

She's angry with your desires to become a boring boy again, and she's already arguing for why you should leave that stupid grey life behind. You try to ignore her as you skip back into the living room to pick up the gun, bringing it back to the bathroom to get one last look at your current form. You begin thinking of what you'd like to try on yourself, even if you feel your new inner voice is messing with the process.

"I want to be (a little more like) my former self again, Steve a man(-pleasing) geek with short, blonde hair, not (only) a breast obsessed slut with a gorgeous body. You (also) like women and nerdy activities," You think to yourself and press the trigger, realizing a little to late that it seemed your inner feminine voice might have sabotaged your thoughts while you were rapidly thinking of a way to get back to your former self.

*ZAP*

You blink the light out of your eyes and in the (now full body) mirror you see a short-haired, blonde bombshell of a girl with fake tits and blonde short hair, wearing a next-to-nothing cyan bikini. "Well, at least I got the short blonde hair," you mutter in a tone of resignation in your new female voice and ruffle your hair, causing the now slightly more familiar jiggle of breasts on your chest. "But why am I wearing a bikini?"

"Ah, I just got back from a photoshoot," you say to yourself as you casually pull the bra to the side to reveal your fake but still sexy breasts and nipples, remembering the recent events of your life. You realize you just foolishly tried to make a stereotype of your former self from a person that was a mix of you and a stereotype of a shameless fake-breasted slut. "And you were getting ready for an evening with some casual fun with Steve and sewing on your next cosplay costume. And you figured with him coming home within the next fifteen minutes, you'd might as well warm up to his arrival," you summarize as you sit down and casually begin rubbing at the ridiculously small thong that's covering your lewd little clit and pussy.

You realize now that you're too far gone to undo the damage done as you begin teasing yourself. You were a boring person before, now you're a cliche built on the mixed desires of a cliche and a panicking boring person. Sure, you got some bisexuality and nerdy activities like cosplay out of it, but you know the moment Steve gets home, you're gonna pull his pants off and you're going to do sexy things that makes you smell of dick.

You tell yourself you shouldn't feel too bad about losing your former self, as you begin to pull off your panties for more hands-on warm-up. You realize you were doomed to a life of slutty feminine sex the moment you pointed that gun at yourself and chose something female. Now at least you're a bit closer to your former life. You still roam the same forums and have the same interests, you still keep up on this and that show. The exceptions begin now that you're keeping up on female fashion and trivia like make-up, life hacks and exercise to keep yourself in shape. But the biggest differences is that you... make a living as a female glamour model and cosplayer, with a few escort assignments in between jobs. No biggie, right?

Also, at least you're no longer as slutty as you were the last time you pulled the trigger. You get as much from eating a girl's pussy now that you got from sucking or taking a dick. You don't even have to spread your legs for every compliment no longer, even though that is something you often do because you find it amusing and your shame is non-existent. Still, it helps to have the ability to say no two or three times before you get tired and spread your legs, right?

Either way, time flies fast when you're flicking your own bean and play with your tits, and you suddenly hear Steve has returned home. You two have a amicable relationship of casual sex, intimacy and common interests. You spend long nights talking and watching various nerdy shows.

Still, you don't know if you'd let him know about the stereotype gun, and so far, you don't really know how that gun works on other people than yourself. The question now is, what do you do?