Erica, her mind clouded by the powerful, alien sensations of masculine arousal, as well as the testosterone invading her brain and making mental alterations, had suddenly decided to identify as Jamal, the big, buff gay man who she so despised being turned into, only some ten minutes ago! She...err, HE, pumped eagerly on his huge erection, groaning deeply while looking at his half nude body in the mirror. He turned himself on intensely! "I'm a man! I'm a gay, black man! My name is Jamal now! Oh fuck myself, this is so hott!!" He grunted as he felt something incredibly intense building up and reaching a climatic maximum. "Jamal" lets out a deep, virile moan as he experiences his first ever orgasm as a man. His impressive muscles tense up, then relax as he shoots his load all over the mirror, his semen erupting in spurts of hot, sticky ropes of gooey white... "Oohhh fuck that was intense..." The "man" tells himself, reeling in the pleasing afterglow. Catching his breath, he sits himself down on the bed. He felt spent! His gaze falls upon the box on the vanity table once more. The box containing the man serum. He remembers how just a little while ago he had hated on those precious syringes and stubbornly decided to not take the drug, to wait until after the deadline and go back to being a stupid, white little straight woman. He laughs, finding it funny that only mere minutes ago, he was still so foolish, so stubborn, so... boring. Yeah, well, those were still the thoughts of the old him...her, he reasons. The thoughts of an idiot bigot straight girl! Well, HE absolutely intends to take the drug now... He checks the clock. There's still plenty time left, and he still feels spent from his intense orgasm, so he just lies down on the comfy bed... just for a few minutes...
Aaand "Jamal" doses off! He falls into a blissful sleep, his large right hand gingerly clasped around his now soft shaft... The hours fly by, and soon it's morning already...
ERICA opens her light blue eyes, meeting the light of dawn filtering through the window's blinds... She felt a bit groggy. "What, what happened? I, I can't rem... OH!" She suddenly noticed herself, lying there on her bed, wearing a way too large man's shirt and a loosened tie. She notices her right hand awkwardly positioned as if cupping an invisible dick. She also notices the disgusting spurts of cum all over her tall mirror. "Ughh! O my god, I might throw up!" Suddenly, all was clear. She remembered what happened, what she did before going to sleep. Most disturbingly, she remembered the crazy things she thought while doing...that. That abominable drug must have altered her brain! So it wasn't only her body that it was designed to change... She felt horrified. "Those scientists who made that stuff are just... evil and sick!" Erica thinks to herself. Thankfully, it's pretty obvious that all alterations, mental and physical, are gone now. She is her real self again, in body and personality. This was greatly relieving to her. "And to think that before I... he fell asleep, he wanted to take the drug! I got lucky, I guess!" Erica sat down at the vanity, overjoyed to see herself reflected in the mirror. She easily pulls the large white shirt over her head and throws it to the floor, spitefully, along with that ugly striped tie. She touches her beautiful, pale, lightly freckled face, she runs her fingers through her silky red long tresses, and then she cups her milky white, round breasts, lovingly. She was never so happy to just...be herself, she considered.
So, how will she deal with this serum situation, with her boyfriend Dave, who apparently is gay and forced the serum on her? What about that weird kid from the mall, Ty? Should Erica try and track him down or something? This whole mess was his doing, after all!