You walk in.

You swing the door open and step inside. ... … Same as it was before; no one except for the clerk. He was still behind the counter, sitting on a ragged-looking office chair, head resting on his hand as he watched an old television set. But now he was looking at you again, a curious expression on his face.

You got this. you try to tell yourself, walking up to the counter.

He sits up, and you notice his eyes taking in as much as they can, drinking in each and every curve. You can’t help but look down, even if he wasn’t making eye contact. You should feel disgusted, but you feel pride instead. Delight even, at being looked at in such a way. By now it’s clear to you that the pill affects more than just your body, your mind now conjuring thoughts you never would have had before. That wasn’t necessarily a bad thing… you just have to make sure you don't take it too far. You could use your new body to your advantage… the same idea ran through your head when you first walked in:

”If I offer myself to him, he’d accept in a heartbeat… no way he would refuse you.”

Whether it’s a phone call or a ride out of here, you’re sure you could twist this man around your finger… But...

You collect yourself again - if only for a second - and remind yourself not to overdo it. This pill completely changed you physically, should you really test the limits of what it’s done mentally…?