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

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.”