Maybe this was not such a good idea after all. (cautious route)

The drive home after you finish work was hell; not because traffic was bad but because of the bottle of pink pills now hidden away inside your coat pocket. You still feel uneasy by what Gareth had said and how you just blurted out your sudden interest in turning into a woman.

You had heard about x-change before but like most people you also had thought it was just some internet joke. Learning that the stuff was real seemed to just flip some kind of switch in your brain. Suddenly you wanted to know what it would feel like to have breasts of your own to fondle, to have a pussy and feel what it would be like to have it filled with a huge cock. These thoughts scare you. You understand them and what they mean for you. Uncomfortable questions start to plague you. Am I gay? Have I always wanted to change gender? Where did these feelings come from and why now?

The first it was an easy no. The images that were streaming in front of your minds eye was clearly of you as a woman, not a man. To the second; you begin to wonder if this is something most men think about at least once in their life there it was, a fast easy way to do sitting in his pocket and best bit was you changed back after four hours. It was the accessibility that opened the flood gates of your imagination and in the heat of the moment you jumped at the chance.

As you began pulling to your flat, you had convinced yourself that the pills were at least worth a try even if it was only to see what you would look like as a woman. Your way of rationalising it was indeed making you feel better. So much so that your first thought was to take the pills out of your jacket pocket and head straight for the bathroom. After placing the bottle on the sink and stripping down, you take a long you at yourself as you are and give yourself a stern look as if to say this was your last chance to back out.

In all of five seconds you unscrew the bottle and down a pill.