Approach the blonde

You decide to approach the blonde executive. “Hey, do you come here often?” You ask lamely.

“Does that line ever work?” She asks.

“It’s a cliche but it is simple and direct. You’d prefer something more cringe worthy? I have a bunch of those if you like… you must be tired because you’ve been running-“

She holds up her hand. “Less is more. Buy me a drink.” She says. “The best way to a woman’s heart is through engaging conversation but I need a prop… and this is a no smoking establishment.”

“What are you drinking?” You ask as you motion to the bartender.

“Surprise me.” Her eyes sparkle with amusement as she eats the olive from her martini. You nod to the barman, who raises an eyebrow in response.

“A martini for my friend…” you trail off.

“Tina.” She says, warming to you.

“Phil,” you say as you take her hand and kiss it.

Her eyes widen, and she laughs, the sound a melodious tinkle that fills the space between you. “Aren’t you a charmer?” She takes a final sip of her martini, and you can see the beginnings of a smile playing at the corners of her lips.

“I hope to be.” You turn to take her drink from the barman, unaware that Tina slipped a pink pill into your whiskey.

You take a seat beside her, and she leans in, her perfume a heady hint of jasmine. “So, Phil, what brings you to the Broken Drum?” She asks, her voice a seductive purr.

“Friday night. Unwind. Relax. Find good company and someone to have breakfast with,” you say none too subtly.

Tina laughs. “Well, you're in the right place for that. What's your story?”

“My day job is interstate but I work part time as a lion tamer with the circus. I’m only in town for a few days…” you joke as you sip your whiskey. It tastes a little off.

“Really? I’m a brain surgeon. You look oddly familiar. Have I seen you on my operating table before?” She asks, also joking.

You laugh. “Only in my dreams, my dear.”

“So lion tamer. Those are really just big pussies aren’t they. So how many pussies have you tamed,” she asks all flirtatious innuendo.

“Hmmm, I’d have to say a few prides. Most tamers use a whip. But I find that most pussies prefer a gentler approach.” You are unaware that the pink pill she slipped you is starting to work it’s magic on you.

Her smile widens and she leans closer, whispering, “Well, I’ve heard that some pussies like it rough. Have you ever been tamed by one of your pussies?”

The whiskey burns your throat, the sudden heat of the room making your collar feel too tight. You swallow, and the pill takes hold, a warm, tingling sensation spreading through your body. “Can’t say I have, but I’m open to new experiences.”

Tina’s eyes sparkle with mischief as she takes a sip of her drink. “Oh, really? Tell me, Phil, have you ever tried an X-Change pill?”

You cough slightly, the whiskey burning a little more than usual. “Can’t say I have, but I’ve heard of them. They’re all the rage in Summer City, aren’t they?”

“Yeah, I like the more **** pills. They can make a truly dumb and suggestible woman…” her eyebrow raises dramatically.

You feel your body heat up, and your senses become heightened. The pink pill is working and you can feel it now. You can feel your muscles softening, your body getting smaller. The room seems to shift and the sounds of the bar seem to be amplified. “No, can’t say I do. I’m feeling a little … strange.”

“So… Have you heard of x-change slut pills?”

You nod, trying to keep your cool as the transformation takes hold. The pill is like a wildfire spreading through your veins, setting your desires ablaze. “I’ve heard they turn you into a sex-crazed maniac for the night. But they’re supposed to be pretty rare, right?” You look down at yourself apprehensively. Your chest is swelling.

“Not tonight for you…” Tina whispers in your ear as you feel your body continuing to change, the tingling reaching new extremes. You look down to see your hands shrinking and your skin becoming smoother, your nails growing longer and more delicate. You look back up at her in shock, but she’s smiling, her teeth gleaming in the neon glow. “It must be getting harder to think. And you must be getting horny. Would you like to come see my car?”

“Yeah,” You nod dumbly, your voice now a sultry purr as the slut pill takes over. You’re not really thinking - you’re obeying. It’s weird. The bar patrons look at you with curiosity, but none seem overly concerned. People take x-change pills and no one realises you have taken one involuntarily. You follow Tina obediently, your hips swaying more than ever before, your body feeling alien and yet incredibly arousing. The air outside is cool and refreshing, and you feel a sudden urge to run your new, softer hands over your new, more voluptuous body.