Ask about black market pills.

The cashier’s smirk fades as he leans on the counter, lowering his voice a little like he’s sharing insider info. “Black market stuff? People ask about it all the time. There’s always someone in the back alleys of the mall peddling ‘custom’ or ‘experimental’ X-Change variants that the corporation never officially released. Knockoffs, bootlegs, gray-market batches smuggled from overseas labs, or even stuff cooked up by rogue chemists trying to undercut the official prices. My advice is not to risk it.”

He taps the Edge box lightly with a finger, eyes flicking toward the locked cases behind him. “We don’t stock or recommend anything outside the approved lineup—Basic, X-Tra Strength, Resistance like yours, Cum-Cure, Breeder, Denial/Edge variants... Black market pills… they’re a huge gamble. Some are basically repackaged legit stuff that fell off the back of a truck with forged labels, so they might work fine. Others? Yeah, nah. The pricks cut corners on the stabilizers, use impure TAMs, or tweak the formula in ways that are not properly tested.”

You shift your weight, the hot pants riding up. You miss your manhood. You nod as you cross your arms under your breasts. “So… what kind of bad things happen?”

“Best case? Nothing. You get what you paid for—maybe even a shorter duration or some bonus effect. Worst case…” He shrugs. “Unpredictable shit. Permanent changes that don’t match what you wanted. Double D cup breasts permanently, sexual organs not reverting… I knew this person who ended up with the muscles of a body builder, they looked male except where it counted. Permanent height and mass loss where a six foot guy became a four foot ten woman and remained that height when he swapped back. Heightened sensitivity that never goes away. Random fertility spikes or self impregnation. One guy even split into two women - each with half his original intelligence. Mental fog or compulsion loops that make the horniness from your Resistance pill look tame. There’s stories floating around—people ending up stuck female because the reversal agent was bunk, or worse, the pill bonded weirdly and started rewriting DNA in ways X-Change Corp never intended. Like with animal traits. There are a couple of female gorillas at the zoo that used to be guys I hear. A few years back there was that batch of fake ‘Quick-Flip’ blues that caused cascading transformations—guy took one to go back male, ended up cycling through female variants of increasingly more **** forms every few hours until he … er she got medical intervention.”

He pauses, glancing around to make sure no one’s eavesdropping. “And the really shady dealers? Some lace ‘em with other compounds—aphrodisiacs on steroids, obedience triggers, memory suppressors, even fertility boosters without warning. You think you’re buying a reliable Edge knockoff to lock down your orgasms, but it turns out it’s laced with something that makes you forget you were ever a man whilst craving cock 24/7. Or it interacts badly with your current Resistance pill and locks the change in forever.”

You swallow, feeling a fresh pulse of heat between your legs just from the description. The idea of black-market fuckups is terrifying… and, annoyingly, a little thrilling in your current state. “Is there anywhere specific in the mall?”

The cashier chuckles dryly. “If I knew exact spots, I’d tell the police. Word is in the old service corridors there’s a guy who hangs around the vending machines. Just… be careful who you trust - some brothels use black market pills to recruit new girls… And if it sounds too good to be true—like a guaranteed instant reversal for fifty bucks—run.”

He slides the two boxes of Edge toward you again, along with your receipt. “Stick with the approved stuff if you can. Edge should at least buy you breathing room—no more accidental day extensions from cumming your brains out. Take one now if you want; they’re fast-acting. Pop it with water, effects kick in within minutes. Combine with Cum-Cure only if you’re ready to start… servicing… to shave time off. Your call.”

You stare at the small box in your hand, thumb brushing the foil seal. The frustration of being trapped in this hyper-aroused body wars with the fear of making things worse.