[Pink Choice Trigger Match] Miserable on Parole

Getting stopped by the police is a nuisance, but getting busted by the police while dealing in X-Change Knockoffs is no joke. It's something you have to live with for the rest of your life. While they could put you behind bars for two to four years on charges of possession with intent to sell normal controlled substances, if you do it with X-Change Knockoffs, the new law the government passed gives them the ability to add more to your sentence. You'd be lucky to get double the amount of time in prison. At least you'd still be a guy with a dick between his legs when you get out. For me, it was something much worse.

The court nailed me for four years since it was my first offense, cutting the usual time in half. I did my time and made myself better by using that time to get a proper education. I excelled learning to communicate through sign language and had plans to further my skills by teaching it to deaf kids. Two years had passed and due to my good behavior, they released me on parole, but there was a catch. Upon my exit from the prison, I met my parole officer, Officer Victor Marino, a Hispanic-looking man in his 40s, and since I didn't have a ride home, he offered to take me. He just had other plans along the way.

We went to an X-Change clinic with the purpose of registering me in accordance with the new law. Since I had a mark on my record that pertains to X-Change, in this case the **** of Knockoff products, I still had to register even if I had no intent of taking any of the legit pills. I personally enjoyed seeing someone else take X-Change and I had no interest seeing what it looks or feels like in the first-person perspective. I like my manliness just the way it is. From what I hear though, the pill they are to dose me with is the original formula that lasts only an hour. It's surely not enough time to fully immerse myself in the intricacies of womanhood.

I'm escorted by Officer Marino to a room where they do these meetings called Orientations, where they dose you with the pill and take the picture of your opposite sex for identification purposes. They acquaint you with the law and also do a physical before they leave you be until you change back. I had expected my Orientation to go exactly in that manner. When we got to the room, Officer Marino joined me inside. The technician inside didn't seem to mind the addition of bodies in the room though I did sense a bit of annoyance in his features.

“Mr. Charles. Please do keep in mind that this Orientation is quite different than what we usually conduct,” the technician, a tall, lanky man who looks to be in his sixties, maybe even a bit older, speaks up and addresses me. My heart sinks hearing his greeting, but I'm glad he's at least frank about it. “As per the agreement with your case, you will take a special X-Change pill, but it's not the one that does its job for only an hour.” He opens a briefcase that is on his desk and from it, he produces a pill bottle. On a satin cloth laid out on the surface of the desk, he pours the contents of the bottle, a single dark pink pill and a single white pill. Almost immediately, he puts the white pill back inside the bottle and reaches to his side. Officer Marino walks up to him and receives the pill bottle. He turns and smiles as he returns to the door, though not exiting. “Why don't you have a seat, Mr. Charles?” the technician gestures to the chair.

I look at the chair and then turn to look at Officer Marino. He is quick push me like how a bully would. “Take a seat, man. This a court-ordered Orientation. You bail and it's back to prison for you,” he warns me, raising his voice a bit. Reluctantly, but eventually, I walk over to the chair and take a seat.

The technician, who doesn't bother to introduce himself, continues presenting the pill to me. “The pill you see before you is a special custom pill. I bet you are aware of what a Pink pill does to a man, but this is no Basic pill and far from the Knockoffs you kids are dealing out there,” he explains, adding a mention of my offense.

In my defense, I'm quick to retort, “I did my time and made peace for what I did.” I immediately get slapped in the back of my head by my parole officer.

“Did you make peace with the victims of your dealings?” the technician asks. “Did you ever think whatever happened to the customers you sold a Knockoff to? Did you ever stop to realize what kind of Knockoffs you were selling and what it did to those who bought and took them?”

He has a point and the moral person in me is wracked with guilt. I always assumed exactly what I was told by my supplier. They always told me they are watered down to keep the customers coming back for more and that it was rare that someone ever got any side-effects. And most of what was typical is the transformation lasting for shorter or longer than what is advertised.

“Shall I tell you a story?” the technician asks, getting my attention again. “Here in this clinic, we don't only register people who want to take X-Change for the effect they choose, but we also give relief to the countless victims of Knockoffs. It doesn't always work, since sometimes the side-effects are chronic and long-lasting and dare I say, permanent.”