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Chapter #5

I guess it doesn't cure allergies...

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As you look over all the objects in your immediate area a sneeze erupts from your nose.
"da-- Allergies." you mutter "Your eyes come to rest on the miracle pill. "I wonder if they could cure allergies…" you speculate. In a few strides you reach the pedestal swipe the bottle and pop a pill. At first nothing happens but as the seconds tick on your whole body begins to tingle.
"What the?!?" you start. Now more than a small bit concerned over what you've just taken your eyes search the bottle desperately for instructions or more importantly warnings.

You read the instructions. "Take one pill as desired", the bottle says in the instructions. "But what for?!?" you shout as the tingling sensation strengthens. On to the warnings. A look of horror comes over your face as you read the text.
Do not take unless you wish to be nursing, pregnant, or able to become pregnant.

Finally the sensation is too much to bear your body crumples onto the floor. You can feel your feet shrinking inside your shoes. Your arms and legs change next. Slowly but surely all the hair on your arms begins to recede. The toned muscle you worked so hard for fades away while your skin becomes soft and fair. Your hands too shrink and become softer washing the creases and tough calluses you once had away. Horrifyingly your pride stands erect one last time then deftly recedes into your body leaving only a slit and small patch of hair. You watch as your now lose shirt is pushed tight once again as two large breast begin to form on your body. "No No No No No!" you shout as the changes happen but with each shout your voice becomes more feminine and higher pitched. Finally the change is over and you stand tentatively to your feet. A mirror now replaces the pedestal where the pills once rested.

In front of you is a girl in her late teens. She stands about 5' 2" tall and is light weight for her size. Her hair… your hair is longer but only a little bit giving you a slightly tomboyish look. She has a thin face but still very soft features. You have petite nose, and almond shape eyes. You murmur some wordless shock and watch as your full pink lips move in response. Finally your eyes come to rest on your breast. While not that large they are perfectly proportioned to your body. Curiously you wiggle your shoulders and watch them bounce ever so slightly.

You shake your head.
"I need to figure our how to get back to normal, I'll mess around once I know it can be done."

Unfortunately the pill wasn't done with you. Just as you begin to inspect some of the other pedestals for possible cures the tingling sensation returns. This time twice as fast and much more violent. You fall to your knees and watch as your breast grow slightly and feel as your nipples become hard and tender. Your belly begins to rumble then grow. It continues to grow bigger and bigger. 1 month, 2 months, 3, 4, your female self continues to grow until a 9 month pregnant belly bulges out from under your shirt.

You gasp for breath, finally done with the transformation but before you have time to inspect your body you pass out, and find yourself waking up in...

You have the following choices:

1. Your home.

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2. Another room in the mansion.

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