Tell Jessie about the pills

"It must be those stupid meds of Sara's..." you tell Jessie, a hand on top of your chest, trying to catch your breath.

"Meds?" Jessie asks, and you can hear the concern in his voice. He takes his head out from within the wall and looks up at you. "You took medicine meant for Sara?"

"Wasn't exactly given a choice," you say, then gesture at your femininely clad form. "About any of this..."

Jessie waves away your concern as he stands up. "It's just a dress {firstname}, and that can be stripped off you anytime." You blink at that turn of phrase, but Jessie's already moving on. "But **** can mess you up long-term, and last I heard, Sara was experimenting on some strange ****."

Even with the medicine warming your body, you feel a chill at Jessie?s words. "What do you mean, 'strange'?"

"Chemicals that could drastically modify moods, hormones, even the body..."

You pale. "But, but CARA said the multicolored pills were just for, for health."

"Health?"

You bite your pouty lower lip. "Women's health," you admit. "Is that... is that bad? CARA made me take three."

Jessie sucked in his breath. "Well, it's not good - those are probably full of estrogen and fat burners. But the effects of three should wear off in a day or so." He smiles brightly. "Although, you'll probably have quite the bikini body by then."

"Not. Funny." You say, one hand on your hip.

Jessie holds up his hands in surrender. "Well, just thank your lucky stars you didn?t take one of those pink pills of..." He stops when he sees your expression.

"Don't tell me..."