A petite latina

I open my eyes to see Jeffrey standing before me, maybe a bit of a worried expression on my face. Is he worried that I might’ve seen my life flash before my eyes in the previous moment? “You okay?” he asks.

I nod at first, feeling different, but not in pain, which is a good thing. I open my mouth to speak, “Yeah,” but I hold up my hand to my lips, shocked to hear that it’s not my manly voice that I had used moments before. I briefly see Jeffrey smile before seeing that my hand is not the manly one I had before. The skin color is the same, but the fingers of my hand are thinner and maybe a bit shorter. The words “delicate” and “dainty” come to mind when describing my hand. Jeffrey offers me his hand and I take it, observing that it is small compared to his larger hand. He pulls me up to my feet and I stumble, feeling a new balance once I’m standing.

Before taking the pill, my eye level was around Jeffrey’s chin, making him a bit taller than me. Now, as I stand on my new feet, I’m practically looking up at him, my eye level having dropped to his chest area. I’ve now noticed that I haven’t let go of Jeffrey’s hand. It feels good, even as he caresses it with his thumb. The contrast between his darker skin color and my tan complexion is an interesting observation in my eyes. It’s then when my pants drop to the floor, level me in my boxers, which are also a bit loose on my new, thinner waist.

“I have some clothes, if you want to change into something more appropriate,” Jeffrey says.

Unbelieving, I ask, “You have clothes? That will fit me?” It’s still so surreal hearing my voice ring out.

“Hey, I’m the one with the X-Change pill. I’ve dabbled in it before,” he replies. Now I’m curious how he looks when he takes an X-Change.