Why, freak out of course.

Adam started hyperventilating. This could not be happening! All he had wanted was a bigger dick! And now? He was a freak, neither male nor female. Tears welled up in his eyes. What the hell? Men didn't cry! These stupid pills had ruined his life!

Right, the pills! Maybe they had some info on them how this had happened. Maybe he could even work out how to reverse it. And science had progressed in leaps and bounds, right? Maybe a proper doctor could even get him his dick back!

Nearly frantic, he pulled down his shirt, fixed his soaked boxers and went to pick up the bottle on his desk. On the back label, he found some more info and warning labels after unfolding it. Whose idea were those foldable sticky labels? Made it unnecessarily hard to understand medication.

The label said:

Warning! Only ingest pills with water. Any other fluid may induce unforeseen changes. Milk has been proven to induce lactation.

An overdose of Growth-X may lead to hypertension, sponginess of...

Adam stopped reading there. How was he supposed to know that?! The fluid was just to get the pills down easier! It didn't matter what it was? Or did it?

Suddenly, the sound of the front door opening shook him from his thoughts.

"Honey, I'm home! Get out of bed, I'm going to make lunch. Come down after you've showered," his mother's voice came from below.

Oh damn. Now what? Looking at himself in the mirror, he noticed that his changes weren't all that noticeable. Besides his nipples poking through his shirt, the lack of bulge in his boxers wasn't that much different to his situation before.

'Tiny bulge, no bulge, same diff,' he thought bitterly.

"Yeah mum, I'll be down soon," he yelled back. God damnit, he really wasn't feeling like facing the world or even his mother right now. But if he didn't go down, wouldn't she start worrying he was sick? Then she'd come up, check on him and... for the first time, he noticed the smell of his room. It reeked of pussy. Adam scrambled to open his window to air out the room. Then he grabbed his soaked sheets and a fresh set of clothes, carrying everything into the bathroom, dropping his bedding in the hamper after he closed the door behind him.

Shuddering, he looked down his front. As good as he had felt, now that his situation had dawned on him he dreaded stripping and showering. This should not be happening! He...

Before he could spiral down another round of thinking in circles, a knock on the door made him jump.

"Sweetie, I'll make my carbonara, alright?" his mother's voice came through the door.

After catching his breath, Adam answered: "S-sure, I love them!"

"Great! Make sure to wash yourself thoroughly, you know how it is for young guys!"

Damn, damn, damn! He wasn't getting out of this. Taking a deep breath, Adam took of his soaked boxers and shirt, dropping both in the hamper with his sheets.

Seeing himself nude in the mirror almost made him cry again. He looked like the kind of girl he wouldn't have spared a second glance. Flat as a board, no ass, and his face... With a start, he realized that his though process was not right. He had lost his dick and was growing breasts, and here he was worrying that he wasn't an attractive girl? What the hell?!

Shaking his head wildly, he closed his eyes tightly and took a deep breath. Afterwards, he stepped in in the shower.

The hot water flowing over his body felt great, washing away sweat and other juices. It lightly caressed his nipples, making them buzz slightly.

He desperately tried to ignore the growing warmth in his nethers.