The Next Day

Eva:

The events of the previous night replay in my mind throughout the morning. Why hadn't I just said no outright? Why had I shaken Nick's hand, potentially sealing my fate? It was a moment I was not proud of, one in which my competitive drive overtook me and raised the stakes even higher. As I walked into the office, these thoughts are racing, until I take a seat at my desk, and am met with my best friend, Rachel.

She's older than me, nearing her mid-30s and a total bombshell at that. Taller than me with flaming locks of red, green eyes, and ample cleavage (especially compared to my c-cups), she might be confused for a MILF porn star if you saw her on the street. That's not to say she doesn't act like a porn star. She is not shy about her sex life, and I often get the gruesome details on Monday after a weekend of debauchery. However, today was Tuesday, and I had heard all about her 4 man blowbang the day prior. Today, I was going to tell her about my situation.

After the usual small talk, I bring up Nick's proposal, and her ears perk. She had, apparently, also found the hashtag, and was very enticed by our bet. In fact, she had participated in the challenge herself, losing and subsequently ending up painted in, as Rachel called it, "delicious nut butter."

As she is telling me about it, my phone vibrates in my pocket. I give her an apologetic look as I check to see the notification from Nick: "Good luck measuring up, Babes." it says, with an image attachment. Opening the phone and seeing its contents, my cheeks fill with red.

Rachel, noticing my face, yanks the phone out of my hand before I can protest, and her eyes widen at my boyfriend's fully erect dick. "Oh, Honey, you are in trouble." the woman chuckles as I take my phone back.

The scarlet of my cheeks still fading, my mind fills with worry. "Really? I can't lose this bet, Rach." I plead, begging her with my eyes for any ideas that might save my poor puckered hole.

With an inquisitive look, she pulls out her large purse and begins rifling through it. I stare quizzically at her, and her eyes meet mine, telling me to let her work. After a few more seconds, the buxom beauty slams down a small package, about the size of the tip of my thumb.

"A-ha! I knew I had another! That there is a Blue. You can see right now how you measure up, maybe you're more gifted then him. In which case, call me." she explains with a wink. I pick up the package and roll it around my fingers. It contains a small, bright blue capsule with an "X" embossed into it. I couldn't believe something so small could cause so much change. Rachel then explains its properties, "This one is real short term, only 6-8 hours of effect. It'll show you how you'd be if you were a guy, that means to breasts, shorter hair, and, yes, what size your dick would be."

"6-8 hours? But when am I supposed to take it then?" I ask, a tinge of fright entering my voice. "I can't take it at home, he'll see me."

My benefactor can't help but laugh, "I guess that means you're gonna haf'ta take it right now."

I knew this probably wasn't the right course of action, but I was nervous, and the next thing I knew, I was being lead to the Ladies' Room.