It gets weird.

Mark stared in the mirror in disbelief. The person looking back at him wasn't a girl yet, but it definitely wasn't how he normally looked. As he blinked, he saw his features slowly soften while his dark hair grew lighter and longer.

Man, it was a bad idea to get stoned and turn into a woman. Actually, he thought, a little kief probably helped the medicine go down. No! No! What the fuck was wrong with him? He clung to his old persona for dear life.

That's when he noticed that the bathroom had a front window facing the street. Damn, he was so slow-witted all of the sudden. He opened the window and waved to Jen, trying to get her attention. He almost shouted, then remembered that that would alert Grink.

Wait, what the hell was on his hand? His nails were painted black and there was a bracelet on his slender wrist. Slender wrist? Shit, this was all happening too fast. He looked up to see Jen waving her phone at him. How was he supposed to get her phone from here? He shrugged at her and she facepalmed. She pointed at her phone, then at him, then at her phone - oh, check his phone!

He was starting to get used to this pleasant fuzziness. All the harsh edges of the world had been sanded off. It didn't seem so bad, suddenly, turning into a girl. He wasn't sure why he was so worried about it.

Speaking of which, he now had boobs. BIG boobs. Tits? What did girls call them? He could call them whatever he wanted, he realized - they were his. He gave them a nice squeeze, then another. He could get used to this.

What he couldn't get used to was the sudden emptiness between his legs. He didn't mind it so much but it felt like it needed something. A nice, fat cock. One like Grink's.

Now there was thought. Mark remembered thinking Grink was gross and weird and dumb. Did he really used to be that judgmental? Grink invited him in, gave him some top notch kief, wanted to help him out with that weird pill, and all he had done was judge the poor guy. Old Mark was kind of an asshole, he decided.

He realized he'd been standing in the bathroom for a while. He looked in the mirror again and was shocked again to see the face staring back out at him. She was... pretty! She had a round, petite face with freckles clustered around a button nose. Her hair was long and curly and she wore dark makeup.

Mark reached up and pushed his thumb into his right cheek. The woman in the mirror did the same. He smiled, and she smiled back. She looked so surprised! But her eyes were heavy lidded and bloodshot - she was stoned as hell. He giggled, and so did she. Her laugh was so cute! He winked at himself and laughed at her response. He looked down and pushed his boobs up so he could just see the top of his cleavage in the mirror.

His fun was suddenly interrupted by a honk from outside. Jen was out there frantically gesturing. Oh shit, his phone! Feeling really stupid, he fished it out of the pocket of his cute little denim shorts. He opened the messages app and saw a bunch of texts from Jen.

what's going on in there

did you figure out where he keeps his stash

did you smoke yet

check your phone dumbass

quit waving he's gonna see you

CHECK YOUR FUCKING PHONE

JESUS CHRIST WHAT IS TAKING YOU SO LONG GET BACK OUT THERE

Mark realized that last one was right. He had been in the bathroom way too long. He texted back.

ok

He grinned and waved out the window at Jen. She facepalmed again. She took herself too seriously.

Turning to leave, he completely forgot about the phone he left next to the sink. It buzzed with one more message as he stumbled back down the hall.

CLOSE THE WINDOW YOU STUPID SLUT