[Pink X-tra Strength] Repaying Uncle's Generosity

It had been a year since my aunt passed away. She battled cancer for most of her married life, but she was the primary source of joy for my Uncle Nathan. Even though they were wealthy, often hosting parties for the rest of the family at their villa, touring wine countries around the world, and spending time with each other in luxury, they were also generous with their wealth, donating to charities and volunteering on a weekly basis at local food banks. When my Aunt Lena lost her long-fought battle with cancer last year, it was a long summer of grieving for my uncle.

We lost contact as autumn and winter went by, but my mother did keep in touch over the phone once spring came around. He was her older brother by the way. It was like he came out of hibernation, though he was a recluse who rarely left his home, which was odd since his nieces and nephews constantly joked that he had all this land, but was never present to enjoy it half the time.

I made a plan this summer to go visit him. It was around two months prior to my visit that a new law passed that regulated a recreational **** called X-Change. Until then, I had known it to be very secret, a topic of taboo, and only sold through equally secretive dealers. Apparently, with the rise in popularity, the government passed the new law so that it's fame wouldn't cause the **** to spiral out of control. I had not taken X-Change before, mainly because I felt it was something that gay people used to even out their homosexuality into a socially-accepted heterosexuality. It was gross to me, but my thoughts towards the idea were wholly driven by the sexual aspect of it. That's what I get for watching too much porn.

My reason for wanting to take X-Change was due to the generosity of my Uncle. I know I wasn't his favorite nephew and I may have been a snob to him in the past, but I've learned to be quite observant. My mother, his sister, always told me that people who had so much to give, that they would take the initiative to give more than was needed, even they needed time to receive in return. I guess the point I'm trying to come across is that I was willing to take the initiative to stop receiving and give to someone I felt was in an **** form of need. Yes, he may have had money, enough to pay for the bills, including the paychecks of gardeners, cooks, and maintenance people, but none of it could bring his primary joy back. I took his silence as a sign, since he was very outgoing before his wife passed. I wondered if it was the simple need to have some kind of female company there to care for him. Not like a babysitter or a caregiver, but as, dare I say it, a lover.

Before I did anything towards that venture, I would have to purchase some pills and register according to the new law for X-Change. I've never been to an appointment where within an hour I was both a man and a woman. I originally thought a **** like X-Change, given it was used mainly by those wishing to have sex as the opposite gender, would cause me to become oversexualized while in a female body. When I transformed at my appointment, I was aware of the new plumbing and the globes on my chest, but I did not find myself with the desire to fuck the opposite sex. Even with a male technician there, I had no feeling deep inside that craved to rip off his clothes and pounce on his manhood with haste. It was actually a rather enlightening experience to be in a different body. However, I was naive to think this was foolproof plan.

After the appointment, I was officially registered with an original identity and an alternate one. A couple days later, I had ID cards to prove it. A couple days more, I recieved the pills that I ordered, a year's supply of X-Change pills. But I did not receive Basic pills in bulk for a year, as I figured I would be better off consuming less pills. The variety of pill I ordered was called X-tra Strength pills, where each pill would last 30 days instead of the Basic's 24 hours. I had received the disclaimer that a year's dosage of X-tra Strength would render my transformation permanent and I took that in consideration. Since my trip was mostly just for the summer or three months at best, I would only be taking three pills maximum to last me the whole duration.

Before I left for the villa, I prepared all that I would need for the summer: clothes, underwear, shoes, and a single pill packet of X-tra Strength pills. I deduced that if I needed anything extra, my uncle would most likely have it to loan to me at the villa. It was my first time taking a train to the town nearest to my uncle's villa. He lived in wine country, so it was obvious he'd be far from a major city or even from major highways for that matter. The last time I was at the villa, I had just turned into a teenager. Though there were parties they hosted every year, it was to cater to a different part of the extended family. I could guess if you really enjoyed going to his house, you'd invite yourself over every year. I didn't.

I took one of only two Uber drivers who frequented the area and it was mostly an outgoing affair, from the town to somewhere else, not the other way around. He could only drop me off at the gate, as he never ventured past private gates. For gated communities, this was fine as there was usually a security guard posted at the entrance that allowed cars to go in. So, once my awfully lightweight bags were offloaded, I walked over to the intercom, and pressed a button to ring the house.

No one spoke, nor did I hear the intercom chime in for someone to speak. The gate simply opened. I know I did not announce it to my uncle nor did I inform my parents I would be going to the villa. As far as they knew, I was spending my summer vacation somewhere more tropical. I entered with my rolling suitcases and since in them contained lighter clothes, there was no struggle walking them up the hilly driveway. It had been seven or eight years since I've been at the villa, so in that time frame, there may have been changes to the property. I clearly did not remember where the entrance was, so I was left wandering. I stumbled onto a courtyard near where the garage was. It had its own fountain, though it looked as if it had been empty for a long while. The wooden structure that surrounded the courtyard, which also served as a natural-roof walkway, were encrusted with vines, most of them dry and crumbling.

Then I heard a door open and I turned to see who it was. It was my Uncle Nathan. He had a slight smile on his face and he walked over to me, greeting me. “Charles, nice to see you,” he said, finally embracing me when he got close. I hugged him back. I felt he was probably starved of human contact and a familiar face was one kind of remedy for him. “I'm not surprised to see you here.”

“Why's that? I'm pretty sure I didn't tell anyone I was coming. Not even my parents know about it. Like, is there anyone else here?” I ask.