What's temporary is made permanent

The fragile cardboard box terrified me.

I bought pill out of curiosity and yet that bright pink "X" on the container seemed to mock my manhood. My throat dries and my hands become sweatier than my first date.

I fumble around trying to peel the opening tab for a solid 5 minutes, despite my muscular 6'9" frame, opening things had never been my strong suit.

"Shit!" The package explodes in my hands as the pill careens off into the air. It lands on the carpet several feet away in the next room, glaring at me with the word "basic." Even the simplest pill had cost me an entire workday of pay, so I had to try it now that I had bought it.

BONK. My head smashes into the doorframe as I'm chasing after the damn elusive fortune. I curse and stumble to my final destination. Slippery and innocuous in my hand, the x-change basic is no less daunting out of its packaging.

Sigh. I take a deep breath and pop my head back, mid-length, chestnut hair spilling off of my face, and toss the pill in my mouth. I immediately regret dry swallowing as I feel the pill travel down my throat slowly.

A few minutes pass as I wait patiently in front of a mirror.

A tingling begins in my stomach to announce the oncoming changes. _There must be painkillers in these things if I don't want to cry. _The bones in my body begin rearranging and shortening with only a slightly uncomfortable itch until I am a foot shorter. My shoulders come in slightly and hips shift outwards to give me a feminine figure. A rolling feeling starts in my chest until B-cup breasts balloon out. At the same time, my butt rounds out to form the finalization of my feminine curves. My hair flows down to shoulder length as my beard magically dissipates. Finally, My balls roll in on themselves and I gasp as a cavity forms in the pit of my stomach.

I look in the mirror to find a nicely rounded 5'9" brunette who's stomach is flat enough to eat off of. I would fuck me. A wet feeling in my newly formed cavity alerts me to this fact.