Plan B.

After leaving the gynaecologist, you stand outside for a while. You still feel a bit lightheaded after those **** they had given you. It would've been hard to believe what had just happened, if it weren't for the scent of sex that hung like a cloud around you.

You were a girl, maybe forever. But no way you were having Jimmy's baby. You feel sick even thinking about it. It was time for plan B.

That woman on the phone had clearly told you not to get pregnant. And those morning after pills prevented just that, even after girls got fucked, right? Maybe there was still a way to get your body back.

Next to the pharmacy was a small cafe. There were a few guys sitting at the bar, but nobody else was drinking there. You didn't even see the bartender right now. Good, you really had to get to a toilet right now.

Blushing deeply, you lock the toiletdoor behind you. You could still feel the phantom eyes of those guys check out every curve of your body. 'Nice ass, chick!' One had even shouted. 'nice tits too.' Another had whispered when you hurried past him.

Was this wat girls had to deal with? In the past, you'd given your fair share of compliments to girls you didn't know. But you'd had no idea it was this humiliating to be stared at like that. Hopefully they hadn't smelled the pungent scent of sex that came from your twat.

Time to do something about it. You unpack the morning after pills from their box and start reading the description.

'If you take Plan B One-Step within 24 hours, it is about 95% effective.'

Wait, did that mean you still had a five percent chance of getting pregnant? You had to get back to your male body. Now way this stupid pill wouldn't work, right?

'Plan B One-Step will not protect you from getting pregnant if you have sex after taking the pills.'

Well, you certainly weren't planning on loving your female virginity anytime soon.

Potential side effects of Plan B One-Step include:

nausea

abdominal pain

fatigue

headache

menstrual changes

dizziness

breast tenderness

vomiting

What the hell. so that was why your ex had always refused to fuck without protection. If this were the side effects...

there were also a few warnings on the effects the plan B pill could have on your menstruation cycle. But that info really wasn't relevant to you. Tomorrow morning.

You place the little pill on the end of your tongue and swallow. You could handle a few side effects if it meant getting your body back.with this pill inside you, you only had 34 hour to go until you never had to worry about getting pregnant ever agin.

You zip open your sister's skirt and pull down her weird thong with the open bottom. Gwen really had some explaining to do when you got home, but first, you had to try and scoop out your brothers swimmers, and the cup that sealed them somehow.

Almost an hour later, you were still dripping with your own brothers jizz. The cup had come out. The roll of toilet paper was empty, but your twat wasn't. Because of your special treatment at the gynaecologist, the sticky goo had reached the deepest parts inside you. And you couldn't reach it.

Defeated, you let your forehead rest against the toilet door in front of you while the sperm slowly drips out of you.

If the plan B really only worked 95% of the time, you were absolutely in the worst condition ever. You should never have gone to that stupid clinic.

When your twat finally stops dripping, you step out of the toilet. Hopefully it had been enough. Now all you could do was wait and hope.

The beginning of a headache was building up. Maybe you could get a cup of coffe. You could really use it.

Then your phone starts to ring. You pick it up and look at the screen.

It was an unknown number.