"Okay..." I mutter, sealing the bottle before placing it in the back of a draw for safe keeping. "... That's done... now..." I weakly croak, my voice catching as I grab the identical container in all but label that had come along in the package.
Rattling the bottle a bit I feel the large pill jostle and shake around, another confirmation that there was only a single pill inside. Swallowing hard I pop the cap, holding out my hand as I shake the pill out.
Watching as the contents roll out I find myself staring at the Pink Pill, my pulse spiking as I realize womanhood is in my future. My stomach quickly begins to twist itself into knots, a sinking feeling soon follows as I squeeze my thighs around the flaccid organ resting between them.
"God damn it..." I huff, taking a long exhale in an effort to calm myself down. "I mean... I knew what I was going into..." I mutter, putting the empty bottle back down before shuffling off towards the living room.
"... But this is still..." I sigh, dropping into my well-loved and threadbare green sofa with a thud. "... Going to be weird..."
Gritting my teeth for a moment I slowly raise the pill to my mouth. My nostrils flare as I give it a sniff, the sterile pink capsule smelling not like much at all. Sighing to myself I slowly unclench my jaw, my expression softening as I mutter to myself.
"Why did I think it would..." I grumble, shaking my head a little as I toss the pill between my lip before letting it slide inside my mouth and under my tongue. "... Jush... washting time..." I babble, finding it hard to speak as I swish the oddly large pill around in an effort to find a comfortable way to swallow it.
Reaching for the last of my cold coffee I quickly add some to my mouth, my body bracing itself as I swallow back hard. I can feel the damn thing slide all the way down, the oblong pill catching for a moment as I quickly guzzle down the last dregs of the morning brew.
Finally, as it comes to settle in my stomach, I pat firmly t my chest. Coughing loudly I feel my stomach quickly begin to unsettle, the blend of anxiety along with old coffee and new medications leaving me more than a little nauseated.
"Okay..." I splutter, catching my breath for a moment as I look down at myself. "... I should... I should get out of these jeans..." I stammer, quickly setting about unbuttoning and pulling down the admittedly baggy pants out of the very real concern of what my body might do to them over the next hour.
Before long I strip down to just a set of boxers, the button-up business shirt that I had worn to the meeting having been discarded to. Reaching for the TV remote I quickly find something to put on, the sound of horrid gurgling inside my abdomen needing to be drowned out with literally anything else.
Over the next hour I feel my body grow flushed from head to toe, whatever had been in that pill quickly taking up residence in my blood stream before permeating every ounce of tissue it could bury into.
Sweat builds on my slumped figure, my body quickly expelling various impurities and excess water weight as I find myself soaking into the plush cushions beneath me. Despite the loud television playing in front of me I can hear my shoulders pop and crackle as the joints are reconstructed mere inches from my ear, the sound only getting worse as I feel my jaw too begin to crackle and shift.
My eyes water as their sockets begin to warp and stretch, my vision blurring for a moment as I'm soon forced to close my eyes while the constant shifting beneath my skin takes place.
Even with my eyes closed I can still feel changes occurring around my face and head, the most obvious feelings coming from the strands of hair dancing around my ears. While my hair doesn't seem to grow at all, the relative changes to the size and shape of my head leave the short cropped strands feeling lengthened by comparison.
As my eyes flutter back open I glance down, my voice cracking like in puberty as I stare at my chest. The last of the dark coarse hairs appear to recede, the follicles vanishing into my pours as I'm left bare. Budding mounds bubble up beneath my taut pale skin, the soft and squishy fat taking up residence beneath my small pink nipples as the areolas are stretched to accommodate the excess mass.
My arms and legs grow thinner by the minute, the fat draining away to parts very well known. Before long my legs appear lean and disturbingly muscular despite their slender size, the muscle too soon easing away as it is burnt to make more energy to then turn into fat.
My breathing becomes heavier and more labored as the mounds on my chest grow and grow, the weight soon becoming more than noticeable as the heaving store piles of what was once just normal fat begin to sag and pool into my armpits.
With a loud crack I feel my hips begin to part, a void soon forming in my abdomen as the once narrow pelvis makes room for a new and unwelcome organ. However, even as sufficient space is made my hips simply refuse to stop moving, the pelvic floor growing more and more as my waist soon begins to cinch inwards.
I can't help but squirm a little as my joints and bones shift inside my lower half, my arms and legs crackling as they shrink down to donate more and more bone to my ever expanding child-bearing hips. As I writhe in my seat, the chest jostling disconcertingly, I feel my rear begin to expand in kind as I'm raised a little in my seat with the aid of a second set of fleshy cushions.
In the flurry of simultaneous changes I barely notice my cock shrinking alongside my narrowing and softening thighs, the once proud organ turning to little more than a tiny delicate numb as my balls slowly grow flat against my crotch. My insides twist, my abdominal muscles cramping terribly as what were once my balls tug inside of me as they race to fill the space within my pelvis.
Whimpering pathetically, my voice reaching new squeaky heights, I clutch at my stomach as my delicate and dainty little fingers run over the taut flat flesh and feel a hint of a rib pressing through my petite torso. With watering eyes I feel the twisting in my stomach reach a fever pitch, my head soon beginning to pound as I'm forced to bring a hand to my mouth.
Lurching up from the couch, stumbling as my hips grind to sway and my heaving bust drags my center of gravity well off from where it was, I quickly race towards the kitchen. It feels an eternity away, my tiny legs stumbling over themselves as my mouth fills with the taste of bitter coffee and sour acids from my stomach.
With a long series of heave and chokes I complete up end my stomach into the sink, the half a dozen cups of coffee from this morning seemingly either not fitting or not reacting well with the shrunken youthful form.
Its the only thing I can thing of as to why I needed to throw up, the pounding headache and the buzzing sense of alertness and energy permeating my entire body being largely blamed on simply too much caffeine.
Spitting into the sink over and over, trying to clear my mouth of the foul taste as best I can, I am immediately aware of the hanging weight on my chest. The massive rack droops as I lean over the sink, my diminished form threatening to have them rest on the counter top should I stop standing on my toes.
With one last snort and spit, clearing my sinus as well in the process, I take a deep breath as I look to the living room.
"Better take that..." I begin to wheeze, my eyes going wide as I listen to the bright and soft spoken words come from my lips rather than the usual deepness I was accustom too. "... Picture..." I final manage to blurt out, squeaking instead as I pace over to the phone and run to the bedroom in search of my mirror.
Stepping into the bedroom I let out a whimpering murmur, the room feeling far larger than it had any right too as I slowly tug the boxers down over my generous hips and rear. Shuffling in front of the mirrored door I hold up the phone, my eyes going wide as my jaw drops at the sight of my reflection before I can even open the camera app.
Standing in the reflection is a truly diminutive young woman, the cute doe-eye brunette sporting a seemingly poor and rough pixie cut that only adds to her cutesy features. She appears to barely be out of high school if that, the eighteen year old still having soft pinchable cheeks and a dainty delicate nose and jawline that leaves her looking downright adorable.
My lip quivers as I try to guess my new height, the rough numbers fall far short of my old six foot four frame as I stand at closer to a little under five foot. Along with this new height I also appear to have taken on a new weight, my arms and legs lacking much in the way of muscle at all and sporting a downy soft plush that keeps the bony limbs from appearing skeletal. With a tiny waist and flat belly I look downright pathetic, a faint hint of my bottom ribs showing through my pale skin.
"I look like Tara..." I mutter softly, wincing at the delicate and demure voice escaping my lips. My youngest cousin, despite being a tomboy simply didn't have the body to match. She too was only around five feet tall, her frame refusing to add on muscle or fat as the scrawny and flat young woman had always fumed about.
"...Expect..." I continue, turning slightly to the side as I take in my new assets along with everything else.
Wide child-bearing hips only act to accentuate the tiny waist, the massive pelvis playing host to carpet of brown pubic hairs on the front and a plush and plump rear that forms a perfect taut heart shape behind me. I whimper as I stare at my lower half, my female self seemingly having taken after my own mother in at least one department.
"... So I got half her pear-shaped..." I begin to mutter, my dainty hand reaching up to the massive bulbous bust bolted to my slight and slender chest. The mounds are massive, at least in comparison to the rest of my body, the overly generous rack being bigger than my damn head as the shelf of pale flesh appears to shaking slightly with each and every movement.
"...Stacy..." I grumble, my eye twitching as I think back to pictures of my aunt back in her youth before she let herself do. Perky, perfect, and oh so large, it had been more than obvious how the gold digger had landed her first wealthy husband in her early twenties.
Swallowing hard I try to calm myself down, the constant jiggling and swaying of my chest doing little to help keep my mind on track. Holding up the phone I try to take a decent picture, standing in a neutral position like I had done in my original application. With a few flashes I snap a dozen or so pictures, pivoting part way through to take some side on photos as well.
"Okay... good... done..." I huff, reaching up with my hands as I grab my chest to try and keep the mounds from moving as I walk around my room. Letting out a shuddering breath I feel the cold screen of the phone press into the sensitive flesh, a slight soft moan slipping out as my tiny nipple firms up and presses into the glass.
Rushing to the wardrobe I grab out a large black t-shirt I had used for pajamas in the past, the whole thing quickly being draped over me as I let it drop from my left shoulder in order to make it into an improvised dress.
Plodding back to the couch, my hips rocking back and forth as I slowly find a groove in my body's natural gait, I quickly return to my computer. Following the emails I had received I quickly set about signing up to my X-Change Testing Account, the instructions largely feeling familiar to making an account on any other website.
Sitting on the dashboard is a single task, a reminder to upload my first set of pictures post use of the experimental X-Change Co-Ed. Scrolling through my phone I pick one from the front and one from the side, my face scrunching up as I stare at how big my tits look from the side of my delicate form.
"God this is so..." I grumble, my free hand reaching up to rub the bridge of my dainty nose as my head continues to pound. It almost feels like my brain is turning to mush, the throbbing and tension in the front of my skull and behind my eyes leaving me yearning for some kind of relief.
While not really the relief I was looking for my phone receives yet another of notification, my heart skipping a beat as I quickly glance over them.
'You have completed a task in the X-Change Testing Portal'
'You have met the conditions for a bonus in the X-Change Testing Portal'
'Your bonus is being processed'
'Your bonus has been processed'
Letting out a sigh of relief I ease back into the seat, my feet kicking in the air absentmindedly as I sink deeper and deeper into the plush and well worn cushions. Through the pounding in my skull I try to think about my next steps, my gaze shifting down the my shrunken body before returning to my phone as I bring up my banking app.
With a quick confirmation of the new deposit I turn off the screen, my shoulders rolling a little as I test and enjoy the freshly reformed joints.
"Okay... first things first...
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