You struggle with the idea.

X-Change was a **** and some said it was addictive. People made bad decisions on it all the time. Binging on X-Change was not common though. But some people just couldn’t stop once they started. You could understand. You weren’t yourself at the moment. Yes you had a pussy. “Hmmm yes Bridget, deeper girl,” you cajoled. You had breasts. Your nipple ached. But... “oh...” you moaned. Your mind though. Such pleasure. Hormones. Sensations. New thoughts being triggered. New desires and proclavities being imposed by the **** and your body. A submissive embraces her lowly status. Seems to perpetuate it because that is what she is. What you are...? You shake you head. You’re a switch. A dom and a sub. But being a sub is so much better. Why fight it? God her tongue is deft and delectable...

You consider the pill. Of your own free will would you enslave yourself. Swap a cock for a cunt. Embrace a life on your knees. You look at Bridget’s mindless fuck face. Your resolve coalesces and you take the pill.

Steve blinks. “You’re taking a second pill? That’s... I’ll advised. Two custom pills... who knows what might happen.”

“Huh? I thought my first was a placebo ... you were just fucking with me for shits and giggles... What did I take?” You gasp.

You shudder as the two pills start to take hold. You feel yourself getting smaller. Your small breasts expanding, nipples large and tingling with increased sensitivity. Your waist narrows further. Your hips widen. Where before you’d been a slinky svelte slimly curved woman you were now a shorter much curvier creature. A sexpot. Sexually exaggerated. Your face felt different. You stared up at the ceiling and your reflection there. Before you’d looked almost Asian. Now you were. But younger. Barely 20. Much shorter. About five foot. If that. Young innocent soulful eyes, a girlish face with cocksucking lips and a body made for sin. Your sex reformed slightly. Your nether lips fuller, fleshier, more fuckable. Your clit extending out of its puffed up hood slightly. Your nipples longer. Your mind though. If you questioned whether you were a switch before you now knew you were a sub. Bridget grinned and wrapped her mouth around your newly altered clit. Your eyes glazed. “Oh... yes... Bwidget...” you found yourself drooling in slack jawed opiate-like bliss, unaware how much your voice has changed.