As an introvert, I typically don't like any people; I'm just not a people person. But racist, sexist scumbags, like Trent here, are the type of people I dislike the most. To me, people like him deserve a taste of their his own medicine. In this photo, he is being yelled at by his now dominant wife. He is being told to get his big ass back home for some punishment (of course the sexual kind).

5 minutes earlier..

I walked out to the parking lot and saw Trent, in a business suit and phone glued to his ear, going off at an old lady of African decent, for bumping into him. It was accidental, as the old woman was frail, but Trent didn't care, nor was he listening to the woman's apologies. He continued to hurl offensive racial and sexist slurs at the woman, who was on the verge of crying.

Usually I would have walked away, but due to my power and new found confidence, I confronted Trent.

"Hey man, leave the lady alone. She said it was an accident and she's sorry. No need to say such hateful things to her," I said. The woman mouthed thank you to me, and took this chance to walk away. Trent completely ignored me and continued to berate the woman with insults, I can not repeat here.

I froze time and everyone, like I usually do, but left Trent's head unfrozen. He realized this and then finally turned his attention to me.

"What did you do to me, you fat Asian fuck!" Trent screamed, whilst struggling, trying to move his body. I concentrated a little and dug out information from his brain.

"Trent Hughes, 6'6, 45, married, no kids, prone to domestic violence against wife," I began.

"You been stalking me, fucker?" Trent interrupted. I ignored him and continued.

"Drives a BMW, works as an Account Executive for a prestigious company. Steals from his company to fund trips to the strip clubs and hire prostitutes. Cheats on his wife on business trips. Treats women like objects, deep hate for people not of Caucasian decent! Homophobic! The list goes on Trent. You are a low-life scum bag it seems," I said shaking my head in disapproval.

"That's bullshit!" Trent retorted, a little panic in his voice. "Who are you the FBI? CIA? Did my wife send you?"

"No, Trent. But, I will be giving you a taste of your own medicine. I'm going to re-write your reality as you know it. You will be forced to live out this new life, with no option of opting out." I smiled, forming a scenario in my head.

"You crazy fucker! Let me go!" Trent yelled.

"I'll start with your job. You are no longer an Account Executive. You are now the new headline stripper at Cheetahs club down the road. Stripping is a job that is frowned upon, but there is nothing wrong with it. People need to make money. And since you love going to strip clubs, it's only fair you work in one now too," I said.

 His business suit disintegrated and he was left naked momentarily. Then he was cover an off-white sleeve-less fish net dress than came down to mid thigh. He looked ridiculous.

"What do you do for a living Trent?" I asked. Trent was fighting the urge to reply but his mouth opened on its own.

"I am the headline Exotic Dancer at Cheetah club. I do private lap dances and, if you have enough cash, extra services... why the hell did I say that!!" Trent hysterically yelled.

"Good! Next, let's fix your body. Not too pleasing for a stripper. How are you going to make that cash? Let's see! Right, this should do the trick," I said as I concentrated.

"No!!," Trent screamed before the pain began. He felt like passing out, but some force is keeping him awake. That force was me.

I began reforming his body and made sure he felt every bone cracking and reforming, flesh shifting and stretching. I specifically focused most of the pain from removing his dick and balls. I guess it would have felt like gender re-assignment surgery without anesthesia. Of course I had to mute him because his screaming was really loud. When everything is settled, I removed the pain from his body and took in the sight. Trent was now a whole foot shorter, his dress fighting much better now, displaying his marvelous curves. Thick thigh, large ass, firm breast, he had the body fit to be a stripper. He looked down and his eyes bulged out.

"What did you.. you turned me into a girl?!" Trent screamed.

"Yes technically you are a fully functional, highly fertile, female from the neck down. I would go easy on those 'extra services' you provide, or at least use protection, since you know, you could get pregnant," I informed him. "Oh and since you're a racists, let me do this," I said as I darkened his body's skin color. "Perfect!"

"What have you done to me? You fat fuck!" Trent yelled.

"When will they learn?" I sighed, "I was thinking of finishing off here, but just for that I'll make a little more changes. Your wife is now 6 foot tall and has the strength of a power lifter. She will now dominate you, no matter how much you fight it. You can never leave her, you will be bound by your marriage to her. So you don't miss your dick and balls to much, they are now attached to your wife as well. That is the only dick that can release your horniness, albeit, only temporarily. You can take as many dicks in your snatch, and climax, but you will always be horny unless your wife fucks you and relives you for an hour. I will keep your head and voice the way it is, so that you can see and hear your manly self whimpering and begging for dick as your pussy or ass gets rammed, I bet you'll hate every second of it, but will love the feeling."

"Stop! Stop it!" Trent was on the verge of crying now.

"Last thing, if you are ever rude or say hateful things from your mouth, you will start craving dicks to put in there. So be careful!" I winked. "I'll unfreeze everything now. Hope you have good rest of your life!" I snapped time began to flow again. Trent was about to say something, but he put his manicured hand on his mouth and gagged. I guess he was about to say something hateful (haha). His phone then rang.

"You should answer that, wouldn't want to keep your wife waiting," I smirked. Trent picked up his phone and just stared at me as I walked away.