…win

Your exchange gathers a small crowd of onlookers who joke and laugh as the cards are dealt. Half the girls want you to see you win and turn Bruce into your slut, and the other half are concerned that Bruce will lose - mostly the girls that he is currently fucking. The game of blackjack goes in Bruce’s favour at first then you get a five card 20 and he busts. “Oh, bust. You’ll have more of the tonight. I promise!” You laugh.

Two more wins, one a natural blackjack with ace and king, and Bruce has lost the game. He swears and goes to grab his jacket. “We had a bet Bruce. Take the pink pill… or everyone will know you can’t make good on your bets…” you threaten.

Bruce angrily takes the pill. He expects to become Bree, the tall and statuesque version of himself on x-change he is familiar with. But that pill is a readily available black market clone pill from south of the border nicknamed Sofia. It’s popular with the cartels and often used to make an example of an enemy - everyone who sees a Sofia know’s she was once a man, but is permanently a bimbo. He doesn’t expect to become Sofia…

The Sofia DNA comes from a busty and petite nympho pornstar named Sofia Chupada. The first hint that the pill is not a basic is Bruce’s loss of height. He is gettin shorter. Much much shorter. Also his cellist is expanding. “Wait! What the fuck type of pill is this?!” Bruce asks as his voice rises two octaves as he speaks. “Oh shit!” He sounds sexy and girlish. His ass swells and he wriggles as his manhood shrinks and disappears forever. Good riddance. She never deserved it…

The crowd is either shocked or amused.

“I’ll drive your Ferrari. Let’s go puta,” you say to Bruce.