You take out your labtop and begin to play games on it. As you do, you open the drawers and find a bottle of A.F juice. It smells nice so you slug it down, and it rains down on the victim in your stomach. As the juice is absorbed, you realize A.F means Anti-Female juice-that must be the repercussions the guys mentioned. The juice protects you against becoming a female, permanently. You continue to play games. "Let me out, please!" comes from your stomach. "No, bitch, you're my dinner." You continue to play games. You decide that you're hungry now, and you let your body begin digesting her. She screams and pleads as she senses your stomach begin to churn, but to no avail. You lay back and close your eyes to the pleasent feeling of her being absorbed by you.