This was all becoming a bit too much for Will- now Wendy.
The feminine side in her was beginning to take over and tears started to trickle down her beautiful angelic face.
She knew she would have to face Megan sooner or later, after all, she was coming over later to celebrate their anniversary. As Wendy made her way back towards the bus stop she became aware of the time. It was 11:30, the buses had stopped running for the night.
Not all was lost, Megan's house wasn't far from here and she needed some fresh air anyway. Walking down the footpath she couldn't quite grasp what had happened to her. Everything felt like a dream, everything was so strange. The wind picked up and her hair began to flick around wildly. She shivered and goosebumps appeared on her hairless arms under the sweatshirt. As her nipples hardened in her bra it dawned on Wendy that she was gonna have to deal with this.
She arrived at Megan's door and with a sigh, rang the doorbell. Megan came to the door wearing a robe. She looked like she had just come out of the shower. "Hello" said Megan, "How can I help you?"
Wendy broke down in tears and explained what had happened.
Megan stood in disbelief. For the next few minutes Wendy proved to Megan that she was, indeed, Will. Finally she was convinced and let her inside. Megan was now in tears too, but she pulled herself together. "Here, you can sleep in the guest room Will. You need some sleep, we can deal with this tomorrow"
Megan sat on her own bed and thought. 'what if this is permanent... I can't be attracted to a girl.. the best I could do is be friends with him.. her' she cried some more 'this isn't fair on Will though... I'm gonna have to go down to that store'
In the morning, before Wendy had awoke, she went down to the ointment store in Chinatown. The shop keeper was just opening up and Megan took him aside and explained what he had done.
With a smile the shopkeeper told her that that particular vial has no reverse and that Will was now, physically, permanently a female.
Megan broke down in tears. The shopkeeper felt no remorse, but saw an opening for another sale.
"I can sell you one of these vials though, this one, the purple one, will effect you... this one, the yellow one, will effect your boyfriend. Megan eyed the vials... they had no labels, but the shopkeeper had pulled them from a shelf marked "Sexuality".