[Pink X-tra Strength] Witness Protection

I only registered because my roommate goaded me into doing it. He'd turn into this buxom blonde chick every weekend and teased me with a scantily-clad sight walking about the apartment. He'd say I was lucky to have this lovely amount of flesh in arms reach. Even if I was an Asian man with a fit body and longer-than-average junk underneath by pants, he'd give me dibs to his soft pussy or those naturally-bouncy tits instead of granting access to the black bachelor a couple doors down. If only I wasn't so ****.

I bought a single Pink Basic in order to get my appointment at the local X-Change clinic. My Orientation went well with the pill changing an Asian hunk named Charles, into a petite Asian woman named Charlene. Unusually, the tattoos I had on my male body changed while I was on X-Change, but I thought little of it. I was easily 5 feet, 10 inches tall, above average for my ethnicity, but when I transformed, I shrank to a couple inches higher than 5 feet. Men who stood at eye level with me as a guy were basically towers if I used X-Change. I had no plans on using the Pink Basic that came in the mail a few days later, but the NHPA-issued ID card I received a few days earlier at least made my roommate happy.

The weekend after my appointment, I was working late at my job. I knew my roommate Raymond would surely be on X-Change and lounging around in an inappropriate state of dress as his female alter-ego Rachel in our apartment. I was surprised to see a text message during my shift from my roommate, saying she landed a date with someone. I wasn't keen on finding out the details, thinking that she'd return to the apartment to tell me all about it whether I wished to or not. With a body like hers, it was likely they would skip past the romance and head straight into fucking.

A rainstorm blew in, so it was hard getting back to the apartment after my shift. On my approach to the door, I found it ajar. I pushed the door in slowly to find the kitchen was in disarray. A trail of blood snaked from the kitchen into the carpet of the living room. I saw Rachel's bloodied form, naked and sitting upright against a wall. It was clear she was frightened and crying. Towering above her was a white man, his clothing and facial features unmistakably familiar, in his hand a chef's knife.

The door's hinge creaked as it always did if we opened it all the way and upon hearing the sound, the man who I only knew in passing, turned to see me in the door. He had a sinister and murderous expression on his face. He too recognized me, but his expression did not change. There was no remorse for his actions or the future actions he'd commit. In a rage, he plunged the knife into my roommate's naked body and pulled it out. He again turned to me and took a step towards me. My flight-or-flight response was to flee. I would have made a quick dash back to my car if it weren't for a bag of groceries that I placed on the ground before entering the apartment, that caused me to fall backwards. The noise had alerted my black neighbor and he came by to find out if I was okay. When he saw the man brandishing a large knife approach me, he came in from the side and tackled him.

I used this distraction to get back to my car and start the engine back up. Through the windshield I witnessed a scuffle between my roommate's killer and our black neighbor. While our neighbor had more brawn and was at least three inches taller, the killer was wily enough to retrieve the knife he had dropped during the initial collision and stab our neighbor in the abdomen. As I pulled out of the car stall and out of the lot entirely, I could see that the killer ran the other way.

My plan was to go to the police station, but in doing so, I managed to get pulled over by an officer. I think he was observant in the state I was in. I had pulled over immediately after he flashed his lights and he also noticed that I rolled the window down all the way despite it raining buckets outside. I also turned off the car and pulled the keys out of the ignition. He deduced that I was in no rush to leave and he also saw how distressed I was.

All I remember was that I told him everything that happened, probably in vivid detail. I informed him my roommate had taken X-Change and as his female alter-ego, went on a date with someone. I didn't know or had a care for who it was, but I swore that it was the same guy who killed her in cold blood. I tell him he targeted me next and would have done so if it weren't for my neighbor. I cannot recall if my neighbor died protecting me or not, but the officer wholly believed my story and requested for paramedics to go to my apartment.

For my safety, I'm taken to the station and placed in a room to warm up and dry off. A towel was provided, which I only used to dry my hair and wipe rain off of my skin. I was shivering, though whether it was solely because of my rain-soaked clothes, the ordeal I survived, or both, remained to be seen. A hot cup of tea seemed to calm my nerves. The officer returns to give me updates. My roommate died at the scene and our neighbor Raymond suffered a knife wound in the abdomen, but the paramedics were able to stabilize him. He is in the hospital, but probably won't be discharged for a while, given that the guy who stabbed him hadn't been caught yet. I make mention that both my roommate and I personally knew her killer.