Move onto the x-change pharmacy

You take your espresso and thank the barista and move on through the mall.

You navigate through the throngs of shoppers, conscious of the way the men’s eyes linger on you. The tight tank top and hot pants leave little to the imagination, and you can feel the heat of the men’s stares and this of a few women as you make your way to the x-change pharmacy.

The pharmacy is quiet except for a handsome cashier who is tall, muscular and young. You idly wonder if these are his original genetics or the result of some pharmaceutical enhancement. The shelves of the pharmacy are lined with the usual goods you would expect, except for a small section where pink and blue pills sit in locked glass cases.

You approach the counter. "I need to reverse a pink pill," you tell the bored-looking cashier.

The cashier raises an eyebrow, looking you up and down then he smirks in amusement. "Sorry ma’am. Sadly, once you take a pink, you're stuck for the duration. What type did you take?”

“Um…,Resistance… but I keep on having orgasms. I… well I can’t seem tohelp it!” You bemoan.

“That doesn’t sound like much fun,” he says with an ironic sarcasm. He considers for a moment. “Hmmm this is not unheard of, but there isn't much i can do. X-Change pills come with instructions and make it very clear that you need to read them. There is no reversing them, at least none that I would say are reliable.”

You’d figured as much. “Surely you have something that can reduce the time I’m stuck in this body or stop my days increasing?” You ask. “I’ll pay.”

“The problem is that taking more than one X-Change at a time can have unpredictable outcomes. The change could become permanent. You might not change back completely. You might end up dumber, hornier, pregnant, more extremely female.” He pauses and makes sure you understand. “I can’t take any liability. You’re meddling with forces beyond you Ken and all that.”

“Yes, yes, caveat emptor and all that. If I don’t do anything I’m going to keep orgasming and extending the duration of the resistance pill ad infinitum … or is it ad nauseam?” You wave off his warning.

“As long as you understand the risks,” he reaches behind him and takes a box of x-change pills. Cum Cure. “You could double down with a Cum Cure.” He says.

You sigh heavily, your shoulders dropping. "No. That won’t do it. I need to stop cumming. Cum cure requires me to suck cocks to reduce the duration of my change… but it will more than likely lead me to having more sex and orgasms. You see I lose all control and just want to fuck and orgasm once I start getting aroused…” you confess. “So if I start sucking cock I’ll get fucked and I’ll still be stuck. I even masturbate… I just don’t have the willpower once I get into it.”

The cashier nods, his smirk widening. "Looks like it, unless..." he paused dramatically.

It sounded like he had an idea but why the drama!!? Just tell me. “Out with it. What do you have?” You asked.

He turns and grabs a packet and puts it down on the counter. “Edge, it’s another X-Change product but neither a blue or pink pill. It just stops you from orgasming - safe to combine with a pink pill.” He suggests.

Your eyes widen. “That… that sounds promising,” you say, wondering what the catch would be.

“Yes and no. You see if you’ve taken a pill that has increased your libido, which I suspect you have, not being able to cum could be excruciatingly frustrating. It could cause some serious … loss of control as you mindlessly chase an unattainable climax.”

You nod. It sounded kindof… hot. You did lose yourself in sex. How bad could it be? Ten days of aroused frustration. You can feel your nipples growing harder at the thought.

“You should take both the Edge pills for the duration and a Cum cure pill. No cumming and sucking cocks will get you back to your old self in no time.” He says optimistically. “If there are no side effects. If…”

“How much for the Edge?” You ask.

The cashier looks you up and down again before giving a knowing smirk. “Ten dollsrs for a single daily dose. But if you’re going to be here for a while, I’d recommend the pack of ten. It’s on discount today for eighty dollars,” he says, holding out the small box.

“Give me two boxes of ten then,” you say.

The cashier nods, his smirk never leaving his face as he rings up your purchase. You swipe Bruce's credit card and take the box of Edge pills, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. Twelve pills should be enough to last you until the original ten days are over.

“What else?”