Ding!
Jennifer gets a notification on her phone about someone ringing her doorbell. The 35 year old woman glances at her phone at her desk. It is the mailman delivering a package. Her family ordered many things online so she thought very little about it. She puts the phone down and returns to her work.
“I wish I could spend more time with my family.” She thought. She had made herself busy, very busy. She wanted to make up for lost time with her stepsons for being absorbed so much in work. She didn’t know that package might make that happen.
(Little bit later, at the house.)
You, Matthew, but mostly called Matt, walked up the driveway of your family’s house. Your family was very well off. Your father was a wealthy business owner before he died so things were well off for the housing situation. It wasn’t super fancy but it had nice accommodations. You do notice a lack of a muscle car out front.
“Figures, he’s already decided to go to a party.” You correctly made the right assumption. “I will have the house to myself.”
You spoke about your older brother, Zach. He was 18 and you were 14. He was quite popular with the ladies and liked hanging out with them as well. He had been your male role model since your father passed. It wasn’t hardcore or mediocre idolship of your brother, he didn’t deserve it, but you would listen to his advice.
You see the package next to the front door. Thinking it was normal, you pick it up and enter your house. You put on a counter, next to a note that you already know the contents of. It was from your stepmom, Jennifer. It was her saying she would come home late from work. That is why you knew that you had the house alone.
Jennifer had married your dad two years after your mom’s passing. She was a coworker of his and several years younger, several. After six years of marriage, your dad died. The last four years have been the three of you. Jennifer dived into her work and Zach into women. Zach made time for you while Jennifer became invested into her work to *provide* for her family. It might have been that, you didn’t know. You were left wanting to have a closer relationship with your stepmom.
You brought a knife out and opened the box, not reading who it was addressed for. You would have realized it was for the wrong person and address. You pull the box that was inside, out. Pulling an advertisement paper away from the top, you read the fancier box.
“GrowTech?” You read. It was an interesting business name. What does it mean? You look at the advertisement paper.
“Tired of being your old self, time for a new you with GrowTech transformation medication.” What sort of advertisement was that? Did Jennifer order weight loss pills? You glance over the pictures to see before and after pictures. The photos were crazy as the befores were not similar at all to the afters. It was like they were different people. “That is stupid false advertisemnt. You need to work on your photoshopping skills.” You flip the paper over to see more detail of this crazy drug. You scan, barely reading until you come across one line.
“Hormone treatment will vary from person to person and could affect the psyche. Your body will change with this medication, guaranteed!”
This was a hormone treatment. You didn’t know a lot about it but you have heard that this stuff was powerful stuff. The before and after pictures could be true. You flipped back over to the before and after pictures. A single picture caught your eye. It was of a mother. She was unhappy in the first picture and the second she was joyfully surrounded by her happy children.
“I wish things were like that.” You catch yourself saying out loud. You wanted a little bit more bonding with your stepmom. She was always at work.
“Could I make it like that?” You had a thought pop into your head.
This drug offered a person to be a new person that you wanted. It said physical changes but mental changes were mentioned as a possibility. Could you make your stepmom more motherly and less worky? It is what you desired.
“There is only one way to find out.”
You opened the fancier box to find ten pill bottles. You didn’t bother reading or checking the difference between them. You just grabbed one and carried it over to your mother’s bedroom. She had a series of pill bottles on her night stand. She would take several vitamins and medication before going to bed and whenever she felt like it. You find one that isn’t a serious medication, you empty out those pills. Slipping in the new one, you have it set for her to take these special pills. She wouldn’t second guess a pill from her pill bottles. You store the old pills in the special pill bottles.
“All set.” You brush your hand through your black hair. It was an easy swap. “We will just have to wait and see if it works.”
You hid the box and the evidence in your room. No one would guess there. You proceeded to do your normal evening routine when you had the house to yourself. Exercise a bit to start muscle building as you go through puberty. You were still a little thin but you wanted to get ripped when things came around. You ate, did your dishes, and played some video games. When your curfew came, it was lights out and you went to bed. You would have no idea when your mother would be back and especially your brother. He was either sleeping here or with a hookup.
(at around midnight)
Jennifer walks into her home. The package from earlier is gone. Matt must have gotten it. She goes to the kitchen for a little snack before bed. She sees that there are some dishes in the drying rack for one person.
“Am I a horrible mom?” She questions herself. Her youngest stepson with no one here for him. She was feeling bad about treating Matt like this. She had no idea about Zach. She didn’t know how to handle that grown man.
She ate her snack and went back to her bedroom. She got ready and went to her bed with a cup of water. She opened the array of pill bottles and dumped what she needed in her hand. She paid no attention to the shape of the pills. She simply dropped them in her mouth and swallowed them, including the pill Matt had switched out. She then pulled the covers over herself and went to bed like Matt.
“I will be a better mom tomorrow.” Jennifer murmured to herself. She didn’t know how she was going to be a better mom tomorrow.
(next morning.)
You wake up the next morning at your usual time. you cleans yourself, pick your clothes out, and check your schedule. Once that is all done, you go to get breakfast. You hear a sizzling sound from the kitchen, which is unusual. Zach would never wake up this early. You go and check out what is going on.
“What’s up, sweetie?” Jennifer, your stepmom asks as she cooks eggs.
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