Polymorph Pill

It's just you and your partner in this bedroom. You're high as a kite, both of you are. The drugs and alcohol that are already in your system make it hard for you to think clearly. You're under the sheets, clothes already flung off. But as you approach for a kiss, your partner stops you.

You're offered a tiny pill. Two colours, blue and pink - or purple and pink, you can't tell in this light. You know what it is. Your heartbeat thumps a little louder, you grow a little more dizzy as intoxicated blood courses through your veins.

"Take it." You're told.

"It's a Polymorph Pill."

It's a Polymorph Pill.

It dawns on you.

Your fingers carefully pick it out of your partner's palm. You reach in for a kiss. Then another, and another, each one more passionate than the last. At some point, you slip the pill into your mouth. More thrill, as your tongues intertwine, two pills dancing between your lips as you kiss.

One person swallows, the other quickly follows.

And it slowly, but surely, takes effect.

It's like a buzz that slowly grows stronger. goosebumps form on your skin as your hairs begin to stand on end. Your skin ripples, then morphs, though it starts slowly. It moves with your thoughts, images that you forget about moments after you envision them.

Stronger.

Bigger.

Taller.

Fuller.

More!

You watch as your partner's eyes change in colour. Skin turns lighter momentarily, before a beautiful bronze tan takes over, but it shifts every second. Always something different. Someone new every minute.

Then the mind starts to change, morphed by its own thoughts. Changes become more unconventional, the take a turn towards the perverse.

The next morning, the pill has worn off.

But its effects still linger.