Panic!

You must be seeing things, but the side effects don’t list “HALLUCINATION”. You shut your eyes, count to ten, and run your fingers down to where you must STILL have a cock. Your eyes must just be playing tricks on you.

You gently draw a line from your belly button down to your crotch. You don’t feel any hair, you feel as smooth as the blonde bombshell in the mirror looked!

You keep going, slower and slower as you approach your pubic mound.

“Why are you hesitating?” You think, you know logically you probably just need to go back to bed. You know that you will eventually meet the base of your penis with the tip of your index finger. You know that you can’t just suddenly go from one 5’7”, unremarkable, acne-scarred, man to a leggy, pouty, supple, tall, perky-breasted creature of Heavenly delight and Earthly pleasure.

You know that you are not a woman.