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Poison! It’s Just One Little Pill — Part 8.

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.”

“Jerry, Why would we do that?”

“Just as an experiment. You are clearly concerned you’re becoming more feminine. It might be interesting to see what you look like.”

“It’s not just more feminine. It’s more female.” Insisted Blair.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Well, it’s embarrassing,” he said shifting awkwardly.

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Blair stood in front of me, his pants around his ankles. I was bending down looking studiously at his penis.

“It’s smaller than it was,” he said.

“Well, it’s not exactly huge. But I can’t say I think it’s shrunk. I mean, I never really saw it before. Not like this.”

I’d groped around a bit with Blair, and jerked him off a few times, just to keep him hungry for more. I found his penis laughably inadequate, but that wasn’t what I had Blair for.

“It was much larger,” he said pitifully. I found it interesting that he wasn’t lamenting the loss of size, but was merely trying to convince me of it. It struck me that the effects of the pharmacy were driving him toward something he was not resisting. His body must be so overwhelmed with estrogen production that doing anything feminine must feel wonderful, satisfying psychological needs that were hitherto unknown. Yes, Blair was far beyond any thoughts of this being reversable. This was a train that couldn’t be stopped, even if I’d wanted to.

“I’ve never really heard of anyone having a shrinking penis.” I said dispassionately, silently laughing to myself. “I’m sure it’s just in your imagination. Besides, men always think they’re larger than they really are. You’re probably just imagining it.”

I stood up and then left Blair in the living room, while I went to my bedroom. I returned a few minutes later with a handful of clothes.

“I want you to try some of these on, just to see how you look.”

I watched Blair’s gaze race over the clothes and immediately saw the effect on his penis. He became aroused immediately. I made a mental note. Apparently a subject having this kind of hormonal treatment would have powerful psychological urges to assimilate a more female life style. Blair was almost snatching the clothes from my outstretched arms.

He quickly pulled on the panties and asked me to help him fasten the bra. His erection betrayed his excitement as he pulled a skirt on, and slipped on a sweater. I watched as he settled into the clothes and noticed how he seemed so much more relaxed.

“Just go and sit down for a moment, on the couch.”

Blair moved gracefully across the room and sat down, his legs quaintly crossed. He looked quite lovely. It was fascinating to me that he was falling into these new behaviours and actions without needing to be introduced to them. His body was simply doing what felt right to him. And it was undeniably female in nature.

“Well, you are quite feminine,” I said. “There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“Do you have any make up?” He asked.

I went to the bathroom and brought back some eyeshadow and some lipstick. I handed them to him, and saw him check the room for a mirror. He stood up and went to the large wall mirror and started applying a little makeup. It was obviously he’d been doing this secretly himself, as he did so with practiced movements. Clearly the effects of the pharmacy were far further along than I’d thought. He was already compulsively seeking out female activities, trying to satisfy the desires he was now experiencing.

It occurred to me that this altered behaviour was coming out in a number of ways. It was not lost on me that while he’d been very demanding recently, he wasn’t trying very hard to sleep with me. His efforts were of a more plutonic nature. More sisterly.

I decided to try a little experiment. As he was working on his make up I returned to my room, and reaching into my dressing table took out a small dildo. I placed it in plain view on the bedside table, as though it had been carelessly left there and then retuned to the living room.

Blair’s makeup looked lovely.

“My goodness, Blair. You look lovely.”

Blair looked at me awkwardly and then said, “I feel lovely.”

“Let’s try you in a dress. Come into my room, and let’s see what we can find.”

Blair followed me as I led him to the bedroom. I opened the large wardrobe and with my back to Blair started sorting through a few of my dresses, looking for something that might fit him. When I turned back to face Blair he was staring at the dildo. He reached his hand out for it.

“Oh,” I said. “How careless of me.”

I hope you’re enjoying this story. Be sure to comment below.

Jerry

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