Try to count the number he took and maybe match that?

While sitting on the opposite side of the counter James thinks, if the pills he ordered were supposed to make him more masculine, rather than simply make his penis bigger, perhaps the defective pills he took acted opposite to them? Then if he matched the number of pills he took from the first bottle he should be back to normal?

James spreads the pills from the first bottle over the counter and counts ... 78, then he proceeds to put all of them back, while the task is mundane and repetitive it does distract him from his predicament. After finishing with the first bottle he opened the second one and did the same, counting 100 this time. That makes it 22, damn if 22 did this much to my body I'm afraid to know what taking a full bottle would do to a human, an image of a girl with comically impossible proportions flashes in James' mind, which causes him to shiver. Shaking his head as if to shake the thought out of his head. James purse 22 ills from the second bottle into his hand, and gulps while looking at it.

W-What if his theory is wrong? What if this does not solve his problem but makes it worse? Maybe he shouldn't? what if he is missing something? James ponders on what would be the best choice, perhaps he should take half of that? So 11 pills to start, and if they work he can take 11 more afterward, and if it's bad then it won't be too bad right?

As Jeames' resolve crumbles, he brings his empty hand and palms his forehead to relieve stress, or well at least tries to, his hands so soft, his fingers so thin and dainty, his skin so smooth, he feels the size and shape of his forehead an eyes, it's so smooth all around so feminine, he definitely looks like a girl. He has to fix this before his step-sister or his father comes back, speaking softly under his breath "Eleven it is" James takes a deep breath and swallows the pills, forcing them down his throat with a single gulp.