[Pink Classic] I return to the man’s house and take it there

I consider my options. I’m quite interested in what this pill does. If it does what that guy said it does, it would transform me into a woman for the next four hours. If it didn’t do what it did, then I would be in for some trippy times, having never done **** of this kind before. But if it did transform me into a girl, I would likely stay at home if I took it at home, since I wouldn’t have any clothes that would fit me. I could try on some of my mom’s clothes, but I doubt they would fit me.

If I took it home, I’d probably play with myself, given the pill would give me boobs and a pussy to play with. I could probably use my hand or whatever household items I could use to play with myself, though my mom could have stuff lying around in here room.

If I went that man’s house and took the pill there, then there would be an extra set of hands to play with my girly bits and maybe some things I could play with on his own person. Though the thought of it makes me feel gay. I have only been attracted to girls my age. I don’t think I can look at an older, black man and think he’s hot. In any case, he’s the one who offered me the pill and therefore, he has more of an idea of what to do. And it did feel like he indirectly invited me to spend time with him. He didn’t ask anything in return for the pill. And he seemed like a nice guy, and he didn’t seem to have any ulterior motives for approaching me.

My mind’s made up and I’m walking back to his place, knowing where it is now. I walk up the walkway, noting the Dodge Charger in the driveway. I ring the doorbell and wait.

He opens the door, opening it wide and stepping aside to allow me in. Once I’m inside, I note that the inside of house is not very different to the inside of my house. I immediately clock the larger flatscreen TV in the den and a large collection of opened boxes sitting in a corner. He closes the door and asks, “Do you want anything to drink? Water?”

“Sure,” I say. I recall getting to my house, pill in hand, and just thinking of the things I could do as a female. If I remember, I didn’t get any water to cool myself off after my walk outside. He hands me a cool water bottle after getting it from the kitchen.

“I’m Jeffrey, by the way,” he introduces himself.

“My name’s Charles,” I reply.

“When you take the pill, then you’ll be Charlene instead,” he says, further intriguing me with how the name rolls off his tongue. Without further delay, I unwrap the pill package and pop the pill into my mouth, washing it down with the water bottle. “It’ll take a minute or two, so just relax. Have a seat, if you want.” I take his word and have a seat on the nearest sofa. One of the first signs of my change that I feel is the waist of my pants becoming loose, as if my waist was shrink at this very moment. There was a tingling in the roots of my hair, from the front of my hairline all the way across to the back of my neck. After a minute, it feels like my whole body goes limp and I naturally reclined into the seat. Before I know it, all kinds of stimuli are felt all across my body, especially across my chest and between my legs, those areas becoming hot for some reason. For a moment, I really feel like this is some kind of messed-up **** times ten. But the burning across my chest and groin and the tingling of every hair on my body is short-lived and I lay there with my eyes closed, feeling numb for a brief moment.

“Charlene?” Jeffrey asks. If he’s addressing me as Charlene, then did it work?