I have Jeffrey take an X-Change pill himself

I first have a look at the people in the room. There’s Jeffrey, probably wondering what choice I’m going to make. There’s his father, his nonchalant confidence exuding a sense of calmness and acceptance that whatever choice I do make will be what is appropriate to me in this set of circumstances. I glance up to the two black men looking down at the scene. There’s a bald man, easily as muscular as the father, with lighter brown skin, but the unmistakable features of an African-American man. The man next to him looks a bit shorter, pudgier too, whose skin is as brown as Jeffrey and his father’s, but adorned with faded tattoos. The two men on the second level each have a mildly sinister look on their faces, and I assume that whatever choice I make, they will certainly enjoy the results.

I look back at Jeffrey, who silently pleads with me with innocent-looking eyes. Considering what was presented, him having taken X-Change in the past, the hint of doing more than just becoming a woman, and the silent refusal to share in my predicament, I finish my deliberation and state, “Jeffrey, why don’t you take an Pink Pill, too?”

The two men upstairs make their way down as Jeffrey protests with his father. “Dad, we don’t have to do this–” but his father cuts him off.

“She has made her choice and me and my brothers will see to it being done with no delay,” his father says. In a quick move, he takes Jeffrey’s arm and twists it behind him. Pulling it downwards caused Jeffrey to lean back, but clearly restrained. The two men quickly close in on the younger man and place a pill into his mouth.

The bald man places a hand on Jeffrey’s mouth to prevent him from spitting the pill out and for good measure, presses his nostrils closed, so he is **** to swallow the pill as he cannot catch a fresh breath. “Can’t fight the inevitable, Monique. I thought you were building up your strength. Could’ve sworn you fought harder last week,” the darker man with tattoos taunts Jeffrey, using a female name to address him. Just in this altercation, I discover that not only has Jeffrey dabbled in X-Change before, having taken a pill himself, but he had done so in the presence of his uncles? Maybe **** was what Jeffrey was embarrassed about.

Jeffrey collapses to the floor, his uncles having let go of him, his chest heaving up and down to catch his breath. He lays there, out of strength, but before my very eyes, drastically transforming. His buzzed head starts growing silky, smooth hair. His muscles become undefined and his body shrinks. The tanktop he was wearing is more like a dress on his shorter form.

Jeffrey, who is looking more like Monique, the name they had slipped out while restraining him, gets to her feet and has a fuming expression on her face. It looks like she didn’t like that I chose that Jeffrey should take an X-Change himself. Before she can get to me, her father catches her and keeps her in his arms. “Now, now, baby. Your friend made a choice and we saw to it that it was done. Though, I still think the ball is still in her court,” her father states.

“Fuck no!” she exclaims, cursing at her father.

“That’s not how we talk in the presence of guests, Monique,” the father says with a smile on his face. Addressing me, he asks, “Is there something we should do to her?”