Regulations

"We need to put down some rules with this program, or we will never be able to leave this laptop unsupervised," You say as you sit down between the two guys, keeping them nicely distracted. Since they gave you this body you might as well use whatever advantage you got to get your way.

"What are you suggesting?" Jamie asked in a slightly worried tone, fidgeting a bit with what you assume to be an growing erection. You smile and ever so slightly squeeze your tits together.

"Well, for starters, the program won't work unless we three have read and given our consent to what has been suggested," you type in and start a new paragraph. "Second, any changes we do to ourselves will not remove existing memories of who we were," you add next. It's not bullet proof, but you have a few ideas how to use that wording to your advantage. "And third, any change that's been done to us three can, after 24 hours, be made permanent by a simple yes or no answer to a mental prompt," you add in another paragraph.

"I guess that's... fair?" Max replied, apparently also quite distracted by your closeness. Wow, you must have been a total stick figure of a tomboy before they changed you.

"Sounds like a way to get some peace of mind for everyone," Jamie conceded begrudgingly as well.

"Alright, then we agree," you say with a smile and push the enter button. "Now, I'd like to kill two birds with one stone. We need to try if this works, and I think it's only fair that I get to suggest how we test it."

"I don't like the sound of that," Jamie said in a slightly worried tone, Max making a consenting sound to Jamie's objection.

"Oh don't you two worry," you say as you wrap an arm around Jamie's waist and pull him close, squishing your silicon-filled boob into his shoulder and giving him a quick peck on the cheek. "I think all of us will find something fun to do," you say as you let him go and start typing.