Harold Makes his choice (alt route)

Harold still didn't really believe what he was doing, though the evidence of having watched his wife take her pill and the changes she went through was more than enough to convince him that the science was sound. The idea that he would become someone else, physically becoming someone different than what he was born as, that intrigued him. It also scared him, to an extent, but he figured that it would not be of any use to go back on his word now. Especially since Sandra, once she had transformed, had taken off and left behind the last vestiges of her original life and was now somewhere out there in the world. He doubted he would even know what to say if he encountered her...or rather him...again, anyway.

Still, as he looked at the packet on the table, he couldn't help but feel amazed at just how they managed to do things like this. The process was relatively simple, quick, and he had even told the agent who spoke with him how quickly it was handled once they were done. The woman just laughed and assured him that the money he had dropped for the product gave them the motivation to getting things squared away and settled. They were thorough, he gave them that much, and from the way that things were laid out for him, there was little question in his mind about what was going to happen.

"I can't believe you're going through with that."

He looked up from the packet at the person sitting across from him, his youngest sister, Mariah, smiled at him. He looked briefly down at the package in front of her as well and then cocked his head. "What's there to lose? Either I take this and live my life or stay like this and die in a year. Not that much of a difference, either way this life is fucked."

Mariah patted his hand warmly. She knew he was in the advanced stages of testicular cancer and the prognosis was terminal, there was really no way to avoid that, and when he had broken down and informed her about what Sandra and he were planning on doing, well, she couldn't help but pitch in. She wondered, in part, whether it was a good idea for him to give his life up but, when faced with the prospect of dying, well, maybe something as severe as a gender-change was not so bad. She had talked it over with her husband who liked Harold and after he agreed to help with whatever he could, she had flown across the country and now was sitting in the kitchen, looking at the two packets in front of her.

"Nah, I'm going to enjoy the idea that my big-strong brother's going to be nothing but Tits and Ass soon." She playfully slapped him and he laughed a little before she looked down at the pill. "Still amazes me that this type of medicine exists. So what is this again...?"

"This is a PINK X-Tra Strength clone pill, supposed to last at least a month." He placed three extra tabs next to the one she had pulled out. "There's 4 total, figured I would give myself 4 months to live like this and see if it's something I wanted to do permanently or to try something else."

Mariah nodded and looked at her packet, noticing that it was an X-Tra Strength clone pill as well, though wrapped in blue this time. "Makes sense. Might as well see where this leads us, huh?" She looked back at her brother and squeezed his hand. "You ready?"

Harold laughed. "Well, I hope you'll be good to me."

"Same here." She took her pill and walked into the bedroom and closed the door behind her, leaving Harold sitting at the table with the pill in front of him. With one last look around, he walked to his bedroom where there was a mirror and closed the door. It took only a few moments to be stripped of his clothing, the last time he would put on those clothes, he realized, and then made his way to stand in front of the mirror.

"Here goes," he breathed more to himself and popped the pill...