Poison Part 8— It’s just one little pill.

Fiona Dobson
5 min readJun 11, 2024

It was delightful to observe Blair as he sat stiffly in the chair, a tear running down his cheek. What lovely little breasts he had. And the softness in his face. It was delightful.

I told him to pull himself together. He was bleating on about how he was worried the pills were effecting him. I found it encouraging that even he was noticing the difference.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” I said. “You’re imagining it. Of course you’re not turning into a woman! I’ve never heard such nonsense.”

“But I feel so different. I’ve also been experiencing these emotional outbursts. Uncontrollable crying. And have you seen my chest? I haven’t needed to shave in a week, do you know that? I used to need to every day.”

“Alright, take off your shirt then,” I said challenging him.

He removed the shirt, his eyes downcast.

I looked at a pair of perfect young breasts. I reached out and touched the round orbs, feeling how warm and soft they were. His nipples were larger, too. There was virtually no hair growth.

“I don’t think I can see any noticeable increase in mass,” I lied. “But let’s just do a little experiment. If you’re so sure your body is changing then let’s put you in some of my clothes and see if you really do look more feminine.”



Fiona Dobson

The trans blog you’ll love even if you’ve never tried on your sister’s panties. http://FionaDobson.com