"And then I had to throw away all thothe icky manly clotheth from my clothet and borrow thtuff from Aaron. He hath, like, thuch good tathte in ..." Karl continued lisping, but then stopped. "Oh, you're already athleep," he said, giggling.
Getting off the desk chair and walking over to the slumped-over Jack, Karl began to watch in amazement as his subordinate and friend began to change, right before his eyes!
His body frame got less and less muscular, and more and more androgynous. His hairy rough skin became smooth and hairless. His head hair got longer, almost looking emo-like. And his face looked boyish, kind of effeminate. This new Jack was practically swimming in his clothes, now too big for his lithe body frame. He needed new clothes. It's a good thing that Karl brought some of Aaron's outfits with him, in addition to those pills.
Karl smiled, then got up onto the chair that Jack still sat in, and straddled him. He then bent down and kissed him on his plumper lips. Jack's eyes fluttered open at the touch. "Wha-" he uttered, confused by his higher-pitched voice, then continued. "Karl, what happened? Did I fall asleep?"
"Yeah, but I wath ecthpecting it."
"Expecting it?" Jack asked, alarmed. He didn't want to look down at himself, but he didn't really need to. He knew he had changed. It wasn't just his voice. His body felt lighter. And smoother. The thing was, though, he couldn't bring himself to be against any of it. Yeah, it was a shock. He wasn't expecting it. But ... somehow, this all felt ... right. Like it was how he was supposed to be, or something. But he knew that he never wanted to be like this. He never wanted to be a twink or a femboy or simply just gay. He wasn't like that. Not at all. Yet, at the same time ...
"What are you thinking about?" Karl asked, smiling, now back behind the desk again.
"I should be mad at you, but ... but I love this! I love it so much!" He then looked down at his oversized clothing. "But I so need a wardrobe change."
"Ta-da!" Karl said happily, holding up a crop top and tiny shorts.
But Jack didn't like it. At first, he thought that maybe his masculinity was coming back. But then he realized that that wasn't it. "I wanna wear a dress."
Karl frowned. "Thorry. Aaron doethn't have any of thothe. Uh ... but I've got a thkirt!"
"Good enough," Jack said, grabbing the top and the tartan miniskirt from him. Soon, he was dressed in the decidedly more feminine clothing, something he never imagined he'd ever wear in his life, and definitely never imagined he'd ever love wearing either. He stood in front of a mirror that was in Karl's office, turning this way and that, loving what he was seeing. Now if only he had some makeup to go with the outfit ... you know, with the emo hair, he might even be able to pass as a girl. Something about that thought interested him.
"Did I get younger too?" Jack asked, still admiring himself in the mirror.
"I don't know. I mean, we both look younger, not ath young ath Aaron, but like in our twentieth or thomething. I think it'th jutht looks. I don't think the pillth can change uth like that. But I'm not thure how they work ecthactly."
Jack just shrugged. Whatever. Actually younger or not, he still looked good. Better, if he had a dress and some makeup. "Maybe we could go shopping? Get makeovers too? Anywhere is better than here," he said, no longer interested in work.
"Oh, I have a way of changing that," Karl said, with a devious smile.
Jack turned away from the mirror and faced his friend. "Oh?"
Karl held up his hands, each one holding a pill bottle. "How about we make thith plathe a lot more fun?"