"It's almost here..." I stared gleefully at my phone. The tracker for my package inched closer and closer to its destination. After ordering the product a month ago, I was about to change my life forever.
My name is Thomas, and for most of my life, I've felt more like a woman on numerous occasions. I am biologically male, with a proud set of dangly parts. Yet from time to time I will be more feminine. The way I move, talk, express myself; it all feels so natural. Thus, I have always wondered what it'd be like to be a female. Thanks to a recent breakthrough in medicine, that wonder switched to a wish. Homollata Tortum, also known as gender pills, rocked the world.
Saving up my money over half a year, I was able to acquire the gender pills. Expensive little buggers, but worth it to realize a side of me I could only imagine expressing. I worked four days a week, giving me a long weekend to enjoy myself. Thus, I waited in anticipation. I've never had my nose glued to my phone screen for so long.
*Knock knock*
The GPS must not have been updated yet. My heart dropped and I bounded across my studio apartment to the door. I swung it open. Lo and behold, plopped haphazardly onto my welcome mat was a small, inconspicuous box. I hoisted it inside and locked the door shut.
I moved to the kitchen counter, fumbled with a boxcutter, and undid the hard work of those who carefully packaged my dream come true. I tossed aside the packing paper and saw it inside. Wrapped by a paper receipt was a small medicine bottle with a blue cap. A pink, glittering card sat beside it with nothing more printed on it than a big red heart. Cute, but unnecessary. I tossed the trash and dashed into my bathroom.
I twisted the bottle in place to read the label. From what my physician told me, by taking a gender pill, I would come down with a heavy fever. The flu-like symptoms were a sign that the pill was working. They said to go to the hospital if the symptoms never came. The bottle affirmed this, as well as other warnings and side effects. It mentioned drinking plenty of water to hydrate, as well as not mixing any substances while on the pill. Side effects if mixed with recreational drugs or alcohol included nausea, drowsiness, headaches, change of behavior, cognitive or memory problems, or insomnia. Severity varied, so that I would need to experiment with. The fever would eventually knock me out, and it advised me to not drive while going through the effects. Fine by me; it was 6 PM, and I had no plans for the night.
I didn't need to stand on ceremony. I unscrewed the top and shook out one of the pills. Pink - how appropriate. I poured myself a cup of water, downed half the cup, and tossed the pill down my throat.
Easy. As. That. I felt my nerves flare up, but it was a nice kind of tingle. Like seeing an attractive woman. It would take time to change me, so I went about my evening drinking water and pacing. What would I look like? How would I feel? Is it working? Will I turn back into a male? The final question made me check the container. '1 PILL/3 DAY DURATION' was printed across the bottom of the label. As it crossed my mind, the words blurred. I felt a sinking in my body, like being hit by a wave. My body heated up, my head began to pound, and I felt sick to my stomach. It was happening. I stumbled to my bed, groaning in agony. The nauseating pain became cacophonous. All I knew was this fever. Until I fainted, and all went dark and silent.
***
I brushed my hair aside as I rolled over my sheets. My body ached a bit, but perhaps it was due to an uncomfortable position. The stretch that followed surprised me out of my stupor. My chest shifted with weight, and my usual morning wood was obviously absent.
These realizations snapped me awake and I jolted up. With a new, feminine voice I exclaimed, "Boobs!"
I gazed across my new body: feminine curves beneath my now baggy clothes, locks of hair framing my view, and legs for days. My mouth hung open in shock at how flawless the gender pill worked. My beard was gone, replaced with a petite, smooth jawline. My legs had less hair, but I definitely needed to take a razor to them.
My breasts were a decent size, and their weight was noticeable. I instinctually fondled them -- sensitive. I lifted my shirt up and let them swing. Childishly, I wiggled them about and giggled. Pervertedly, I loved watching them bounce. I ran my hands along my sides and across my hips. All of it was so sensitive. I recall what the doctor said; the sudden shift in hormones will cause me to have a heightened sensibility. Aside from touch, I was vibrating with excitement and joy.
I danced about, "It worked! Heheh! It friggin' worked! I'm a girl!"
I plopped down on the edge of the bed. I shifted my attention between my legs. I was so used to having a package, that the absence of one was truly alien. The moment of truth; I untied my PJs and let the pants fall. I sat and admired the sight -- a pussy. Like my boobs, I glided my hand and fingertips along my new genitals. The feeling was extra electrifying. Sooo sensitive! It felt like the tip of my cock after being teased for hours on end.
"Well, it was bound to be..." I weakly said. I laid back, eyes closed, hands on the prowl. One hand ran from tit to tit, slowly glancing the nipples. My other hand pressed my wettening slit open. The sensation was wild, but I used my knowledge from past experiences to finger and tease myself. From rubbing the clit to pushing two fingers in and working them in and out.
The amount of time I spent on the bed masturbating is unclear. Groping, tickling, and shifting positions to find the best spots that my new body enjoyed. My gasps and moans only turned me more on. Everything compounded until I surprised myself by cumming. It erupted far differently than when I was a male, but it felt very similar. Less explosive in one spot and more like a deluge of internal water. I let out a long sigh, smiled like a doofus, and could hardly contain my laughter. I fucking loved every bit of it.
I revisited exploring my body in the shower. Each part of it excited me more and more. I was so sensitive. My nipples would perk up, my pussy remained wet, and my body tingled as I ran my loofa over its curves. The only annoyance was my longer hair. It came down to my shoulders, instead of the few inches of mess on top. Afterwards, I fetched myself some breakfast. I thought about the trip I needed to take to the mall to grab female clothes. My dude clothes wouldn't really do. I'd be a female for three days straight, but the bottle contained twelve pills. Bras, pants, and tops were vital for me to live the full experience.
One of my best friends, Megan, volunteered to help me on this adventure. As I texted her about my transformation, I decided to let my closest friends and family know. My heart sank a bit as I wrote to my parents. They weren't the biggest fans of any combination of 'sex' and 'change'. However, it wasn't my choice if they accepted it or not. I was happy.
Many showed the same feeling. Curiosity and encouragement flooded my phone. My sunken heart lifted. My friends planned a get-together two days from now, but I wanted somebody's immediate reaction. I needed a guinea pig. The nearest friend was Derrick. A bro if there ever was one, I met him as a coworker almost a decade ago, and we've been good friends ever since. I hadn't yet contacted him.
"Yo, you available this morning?" I texted.
Two minutes later, "for the most part what's up?"
"How about you come on over? I got something cool to show you."
"Ok give me 10."
Boom! My nerves were riled up, but I couldn't wait to see how somebody would take to my new body. I threw on one of my t-shirts and gym shorts and waited.
*Knock knock*
I stood up. My heart rammed my chest -- I mini-panicked. I steadied my movement and breathed in, then breathed out. I calmed myself -- no need to freak out. This is who you are. He'll be cool with it.
I swung the door open and piped, "Hello hello!"
Derrick stood there like a bump on a log. His hands were tucked in his hoodie pockets. His lax eyes sparked to life when he set his sight on me, and heard my welcome. It quickly changed to confusion and awkwardness.
"Hi..." he trailed, his eyes darting past me into my apartment. "Is Thomas here?"
"Yeah, dude! You're lookin' at him!" I took a step back and presented myself in a showman manner.
Derrick stepped inside and closed the door, still perplexed. He removed his flats after fumbling with them under his baggy jeans. He doubted my presentation, "Sorry to say, lady, but you're about a foot too short and far too pretty to be Thomas."
"Hey!" I furrowed my brow. Standing before Derrick, he wasn't wrong about my height. I hadn't even noticed until he pointed it out. I rolled my eyes, "I am Thomas. Wait here..."
I popped into the bathroom and popped back out with the gender pills. I handed him the bottle and watched as his confusion turned quizzical.
"Homollata Tortum?" he muttered.
"Gender pills," I translated.
