Sorry for Party Rocking

Now, you may ask, why I think it was Kyle and his peers whom got me with the pill? Couldn't it be someone else? Well, it's... More complicated than that honestly. But keep it up with me here, me and my friends Drey and Phil were at a girl's house party and there was booze mixed in with the fruit punch. Do we all remember that? Great! Then, I started to loosen up after a few drinks and started dancing with the girls, which did had a meathead frustrated I was more popular than him, so here's where we pick up... I think.

After a good hour or so of dancing and fooling around, I felt thirsty, so it only felt logical to go and get me some water, but something felt off as soon as I went to the kitchen, as Kyle and his goons were smirking and talking to themselves.

"Heya Santi! How's it going at the party? Feeling well? Heard Melissa was even grinding close with you?"

"The blonde...? Or the redhead?"

"The raven haired one! Damn, you must be drunk! Already this hammered?"

I don't remember exactly whom was talking to me, but it wasn't just Kyle. It was all of them, laughing a bit as I walked and got me a glass of water. They were snickering amongst themselves about a big plan against someone. I didn't care much, of course, but should it be known that if I actually listened to what they said, I would know of what's coming ahead.

"Santi, those girls up there ain't that fun, some of them are here just to party, you know that?"

"Yeah. I know... Amber too. What's your point?"

"Oh, nothing big. Just planning on helping you out. You know? You're a foreigner and Brazil seems to be like a very packed place in terms of women. But we wanted you to feel the American way!"

"Oh. No need to Kyle, I can talk to women, no prob."

"And have you already gotten laid with that short king energy?"

I would snap back, but I stopped, and he was kind of right. Girls were a bit dismissive of my height and while they do talked about my charm, I was somehow labeled as a "cute guy" just because I don't grow enough facial hair. Trust me, I tried before in my earlier teens when the hair was sprouting, but it didn't work out, so I just shave it all instead. What the big shot jock said actually made me somewhat stung, like his comment went home, I should've cared less, but he was partially right.

"Well, there are girls that dig a short king."

"In senior year? Barely any of the girls at this party. Say, I've been picking on little Phil and I want that to change for a bit. I can help you."

And then, the big guy put a hand inside of his pockets, being very civil about it and got out a small pink package written X-change. I didn't at all knew the name, thinking this might be a knockoff of Viagra or something like that. I had been living in the US for a while but never heard of this weird pink pill.

"What is this?"

"X-change. My uncle Frank works there as a chemist and they're almost ready to start their rollout of pills. He told me there is a party package, but I went for other stuff. It's very good with girls, or so I've been told."

I should've seen it coming, but I didn't, after all, never heard of it and Kyle was being very straightfoward, not a single ounce of deceipt or any sort of trickery. I don't remember what happened next, but I must've popped a pill while drinking another cup of alcoholic punch, which made me feel the weirdest of sensations.

Do you know it is to feel your body change while you are carried to a bedroom? I don't know what happened, I just know that Kyle left me in Amber's care, telling her I took some pill. And meanwhile I felt everything: how my hips widened, how my thighs expanded drastically and even how far away from the ground I was... I could also remember the vertigo sensation that somehow came from my groin, shifting and opening something inside of me, to the absolute utter bad trip that was having a pair of breasts balloon out of your chest.

"Ugh... Where am... I?"

"Kyle told me you popped a pinky. Never knew you liked that Santi... Well, you better choose a new name girl."

"Girl?!"

"Yeah, that's what pink pills do. Turns guys into gals. Never had one?"

"N-no. That bastard tricked me!"

"Calm down... Uhm. I never leave a sister in need. Mostly everybody already left. Your friends are still here. I had to let them in, you know?"

"Honestly... Thanks Amber. I didn't know much about you, and you're already so sweet."

"No probs, sister. Anyway, I'm sorry for your clothes, you are taller and a bit more... Uhm... Fuller than me? So I have you my momma's clothes around, so we could dress you, but she's quite the showoff. Want to see how you look?"

I didn't know at the time, maybe I didn't needed a clue to know how I looked, but as I refused to look down, feeling the air of the room against my body, I got to know I was naked, got up, weighting my new body as I stumbled over to the mirror, while feeling myself a lot further away from the floor.

My grandparents used to say that I look a lot like my mother, like I had her eyes and nose, and it was nice compliment, but I never told everyone the full context of why I moved in, right? I tell you all later, but for now, just know that they wanted to raise me. Now? I could actually see what my grandpa and grandma told me, I did looked like mom, from the down turned eyes to how protuding they look, making me actually look a bit older than I was. My face was also very reminescent of her: small mouth and jawline, but with my dad's bigger lips, which just made them look very round, specially since all of this was framed by a lush mane of chestnut brown hair, which went all the way down to the middle of my back.

I was actually taller! I would later discover that my size shot up to an entire 5'8" and as much as I find that weird, being taller did made me not find all of this so bad. My original skin tone was very much a mix between my mother's fair skin and my dad's darker one, which left me with my olive skin, and now? It seemed that I took more after my dad. Sure, I wasn't any darker, but it did stood out more, it looked like my skin was... Cleaner? Did the pink pill actually gave me skincare? Anyway, my olive skin was standing out more, which only attracted eyes to the rest of my body.

I had breasts, and as much as I was more of an ass guy, I was simply shocked. They were huge, and surprisingly perky, not in a fake way mind you, they actually were big. Sure, they sagged down, but there was so little that made my chest puppies gain that alluring teardrop shape, and I didn't know how to estimate them, but later Amber told me that these were E-cups?! Had I suddenly became one of the most endowed girls in my class? And as for the rest of them? Well, no pink nipples for me, brown all the way, and honestly I didn't care much, my nipples were a bit smaller than usual and my areolas also followed suit, so nothing truly eye catching, atleast for me.

For my body? Yeah, I was somehow chubbier than I ever been, which to me doesn't at all make sense, how I went for a short normal 18 year old to a tall kind of curvy girl that packed more weight than before? Man, genetics suck. But I still looked good, specially with how my hips were not just wide, but they actually seemed bigger due to how stacked I actually was. As I turn around slightly over a small set of giggles from Amber, I got to see what I wanted, a blend of a peach shape and the fabled, but no so fabled, brazillian ass. Seriously, it was something out of a lingerie commercial or a beer advertisement.