Jen sat down in the seat just across the row from the sleeping, headphone-wearing, sweatshirt-donning teen boy she had just given the pill to, by throwing it into his open mouth - the bus was too loud and distracting for anyone to even notice, so Jen just sat down and watched as the magic happened.
Jen hadn't seen the boy before, but he looked like a mess. He was not a jock, and was fit, but it didn't look like he had been exercising for a while. His skin was pale, and his entire frame was a bit narrow. His face was slightly thin, and kind of cute by Jen's standards. Large bags were underneath his eyes and his hair was all frizzled. His clothing looked mismatched, and his backpack hung open, filled with textbooks from AP and IB classes. Poor guy, Jen thought . . . perhaps the pill would help?
It took just 10 seconds before the effects began to occur - the boy first shifted uncomfortably as his chest inflated, growing two BB cup breasts, which began to split apart to make room between them . . .
The boy's shoulders broadened slightly, and Jen could see just a little muscle arrive to each arm.
His lips began to purse, then softened and turned into a light, rosy pink pair of semi-plump, obviously female lips - though the rest of his face and head did not change. Jen raised her eyebrows in surprised approval at the pill's surreal effects as the boy's tongue lengthened to the point it flopped limply against his chest.
A manicured, feminine hand reached up and put the tongue back into the boy's mouth, closing it and pushing it back towards the window-side of the seat, where it laid more comfortably - Jen looked between the boy's new breasts and saw a pretty, new, female brunette head, wearing a beanie over a full head of brown hair, and AirPods. There was no neck or any other sort of attachment, the head was just stuck between the boy's breasts, and was peeking out from the boy's, or their, sweatshirt it had unzipped, perched over a tank top that was worn inside. The girl head, technically the boy's sister, as they looked the same age, controlled the two feminine arms which poked out of two new sleeves from the sweatshirt. She was texting on her phone until she saw Jen, which caused her to blush and nervously wave hello.
Jen waved back, amazed at the power of the pill and the complexity of the transformation, compared to her mother's, which was bizarre but not so much as this.
Besides a few stares, sideways glances, and some hushed remarks, no one really seemed to mind the conjoined twins.
Jen examined their waist and legs to see if there were any more changes - the boy's sweats were still on them, so Jen couldn't tell what sort of equipment they had before a bump in the road revealed a 5-inch, flaccid imprint on the cloth of the sweats which appeared for a second before disappearing.
The twins had one last visible change - their two legs ended in furry, sock-les, cat-like paws that were haphazardly jammed into large tennis shoes.
A bump in the road woke up the boy, who sighed, still with a masculine voice despite the change in the lips. The sister provided a warm remark, asking if he felt all right, to which the brother responded that he was feeling just a little drowsy. The sister straightened out his hair before her brother took out a comb from their backpack and combed it himself, all while discussing the horrid school menu.
Jen was shocked by the synchronization the twins exhibited - she should get to know them sometime.
Jen could not wait for the next pill.