Saved For a Rainy Day…

A couple weeks had passed and, at this point, I had completely forgotten about that day at X-Corp… Okay, maybe not completely forgotten, I mean, how could you possibly forget an experience like that? Still, I tried to put it in the past as I shoved that damn “sample” bottle of pills that Mike gave me into the back of my sock drawer, where it stayed for the time being.

Since that day something inside of me must have felt I needed to prove something. I spent day after day working on cases with impossible odds, but after the stuff I’d seen? Nothing was impossible. I helped a homeless man escape a home invasion charge and even leave with a hefty profit. I helped a prostitute get off on a sexual **** charge against her pimp and gain her freedom. I even helped a single mother get her child-support payments from her big pharma CEO ex boyfriend… I won’t lie, that one was a fun one! I was a machine, and I was winning case after case after case, and nothing could stop my streak!

That is until today. A large hurricane was set to hit New York City and I decided, for the safety of my staff, that the firm would remained closed for the next couple days. Anyone who wished to still log in hours and get paid could work from home, but it wasn’t required. And honestly? I wanted to take this time to relax.

There was something so freeing about walking around your own apartment in only a pair of boxer shorts. I was able to sleep in until 9AM today, which was unheard of with my schedule, make myself a cup of coffee, and turned on the news to check on the updates on the storm. It seemed that the storm had only grown in intensity, and everyone on the street had been **** inside of their nearest building for safety… which isn’t scary at all.

As I was watching the TV my phone had been going off on the kitchen counter, filling with texts from my best friend Chad. Over and over he sent me text after text, but I was far away from my phone and didn’t want anything to do with it right now. My email had been blowing up with client complaints for hours now, and I only assumed it was more of that as I continued to watch the news. I had used my phone once today to check in with my girlfriend Autumn, who was currently on vacation with her family, and then I locked it and walked away.

As time went by and hours flew I became… bored. Like really bored. Someone like me very rarely comes into any off-time, let alone for a few days. I had been on the go for the past few weeks, so now that I had nothing to do? It felt wrong. I started pacing through my apartment, looking through random cabinets and drawers as if I didn’t already know what they all had inside. Of course most of them were boring… until I opened my sock drawer, and a white pill bottle rolled to the front again.

I pick up the bottle and smirk a little bit as I stare at it, and the memories of that day floods my mind. The feeling of pure bliss and pleasure from that body felt like a fever dream, and one I never expected to see again. But as the bottle weighed heavy in my hand I saw an opportunity… and I could feel my heart race.

“I mean…” I grumble under my breath as I take a quick look at the bottle again, reading the label and the directions of a 24 hour gender swap pill! as if I wasn’t already fully aware of its abilities. My heart raced as I stared down at the bottle, and my head began to fill with thoughts as I slowly, hesitantly, unscrewed the cap of the bottle. “If I’m gonna be alone for a few days…”

What could be the harm? Says a voice that I hadn’t heard in weeks. I spent so much time in the gym blocking out that voice as it tried to pull me closer and closer to those pills. It was her voice… What did we call her? Jennifer? She had been talking to me, screaming for me to let her out again. I never thought I’d give her the opportunity but… What could be the harm?

Very slowly I picked up a pill from the bottle and gave it a quick look over. How could something so small do such incredible things? This was a masterpiece of biological enhancements… and it was being used to turn self respecting men into bimbos. But still, for some reason it called to me, like it was reaching out to me, wanting one more chance…

Before I knew it the pill had entered my mouth and I swallowed it without a second thought and closed my eyes. “I’m gonna be alone…” I whispered to myself as I felt my entire body start to get hot again. I slowly took off my boxers because I knew how large my ass got last time, and didn’t want to rip these. “I’m gonna be… alone…~” At that last word I heard my voice change, and my eyes quickly opened.

The world had once again grown around me, or I guess I shrunk. I looked down slightly to see my chest jiggling teasingly, and I slowly, hesitantly, started to walk into the bathroom to see if I looked the same as I did before, and to my surprise, I did.

That same beautiful blonde bombshell was staring right back at me with a cocky smirk, knowing she had won. She wanted to come back out again, and I had finally caved and brought her back to the real world. This time, however, it was on my own terms.

I took a second in the bathroom to truly explore this body. I cupped my tits and began to jiggle them around, feeling the pure weight of them in my hand. I took a moment to squeeze them, shake them, and just overall feel how amazing and perky they were.

I took a few more seconds to run my hands along my curves, along my hips, grazing my fat ass from behind as I got another handful of that, which caused a sharp gasp to leave my lips at my own touch, feeling my nails dig into my new, sensitive skin like claws, pulling another groan out of me.

Once I was done exploring I took a quick look into the mirror and bit my lip hard as I looked myself up and down. God damn I was hot… And this is so fucking stupid. Once the initial euphoria had passed I started to realize just how dumb this actually was. I took a second to roll my eyes, scoff, and leave the bathroom.

“I guess I’m stuck like this for 24 hours…” I grumble under my breath as I walk back into the bedroom and roll my eyes again. “Stupid dumb bitch…” I take a second and walk into the closet, realizing how much harder it would be to clothe this body than my previous one.

Luckily Autumn had left some of her clothes behind from her last visit, including some underwear. Unfortunately her bra didn’t fit me, as somehow her tits were bigger than mine, but I got a nice thong to at least cover up my eager pussy. I was only wearing underwear before, this wouldn’t be much different… right?