the grey pill

The librarian reaches out with a trembling hand.

“I hate you for making me choose like this,” she says. “All my life I’ve dreamed of being beautiful. But what you’re offering…it’s wrong. It’s just wrong.”

The woman who would be Norma takes the grey pill from you and puts it in her beautiful mouth. She closes her eyes as she swallows, wincing like she had just handed over a puppy to the vet to be euthanized.

Her eyes slowly open again. Of course, she’s still the gorgeous red head you want her to be. Seeing the old Mrs. Cooper clothed was bad enough. You’re not about to afflict yourself with the sight of her naked.

“What…what happened?” the librarian asks. “I didn’t change back I…I feel funny…”

“Of course, you do realize,” you chide her. “That I’m not a particularly trustworthy person.”

“You’re not? Oh god, I feel…I feel really funny.” she says, then giggles. “What kinna pill wuz that?”

“It was a pill to make you pleasantly drunk,” you inform her. “Permanently pleasantly drunk, at least until you take the antidote. You won’t forget who you were like you would have if you had chosen the pink pill, but I think with that buzz on you should be able to overcome your inhibitions enough to satisfy your cravings.”

“You’re a bad, bad boy!” she says, shaking a finger at him with exaggerated motions, then becoming wracked with giggles. “Oh god, I am sooo drunk!”

“You’re beautiful when you’re drunk, Cupcake,” you observed.

“My namesss naw Cupscake,” she says. “Iss, um, like, huh?”

“Whatever, Cupcake,” you say. “Let’s get you dressed.”

With a thought, the librarian is dressed in a tight pink baby T proclaiming in bold hot pink letters ‘I Suck Dick!’. Her ass is clad in white hotpants with CUPCAKE in pink across her backside. Big pink plastic hoops dangle from her ears. Clear acrylic stripper shoes complete the ensemble, but then you realize in her condition she wouldn’t be able to walk and amend it to hot pink pumps with just a 3 inch heel.

She looks down at her shirt, unsuccessfully trying to read it with her bleary eyes.

“Welp! A’ lease I’m naw naked no more!” she says, then giggles.

“Of course not!” you tell her. “You can’t go to a bar if you’re naked!”

“Wuzya mean?” she asks. “I’mzuh alrezy drunks!”

“Yes, and your cravings are going to come back any moment now!” you explain. “And where else are you going to find men looking for drunk girls who suck dick?”

“Um…I dunno…where?” she asks.

“At a bar!” you tell her.

“Oh!” she says. “Okay. But I’m only gonna suck dick if they’re, like, nice.”

“I see the cravings are already coming back,” you observe. “The only question is, do I chaperon you or let you go off on your own?”