You decide that in the end to ignore it. "If I have any problems, I'll just call the doctor," you reason as you head for the shower.
That night you have a strange dream were you are watching some children's program with bright pink, teal and white colours on all the characters clothes. When you wake, you wonder if this is serious enough to call the doctor. In the end, you decided to make a mental note of it and ignore it as well.
You get up, dress in your work clothes, eat breakfast and head off to work. But during work you have a strange twist and for some reason during your lunch break you feel compelled to go to the local department store, where you spend the next hour looking at dresses, make-up and what really surprises you, dolls. Fighting the signals that your body is sending you, in the end you return to work hungry.
After work, you make a note to tell the doctor about all this and instead of preparing a meal for yourself, you head down to the local burger stand. There your mind takes another twist and you order a kids meal with a pretty girls toy.
Bothered by this strange behavior, you return home. When you get home, you sit down to eat and as you finish your meal, you tell yourself, "One more day. If I notice anything strange, I'll call the doctor back." After dinner, you sit and watch the telly, nothing strange there and afterward you take a shower and head for bed.
In the morning, you remember that you had the same dream as the previous night and figuring that it was time to call the doctor back, you head to the bathroom to get ready for the day.
In the bathroom, you sit down to pee, something that feels natural to you, even though you have a penis and testicles, but you feel like you've done it your whole life. Disturbed by this, you go to the medicine cabinet to brush your teeth.
Looking in the mirror, your bothered by the reflection. You hair is slightly longer and the roots have started to take on a reddish tint. You look shorter, slimmer and more lithe, plus you look like you've lost some more pounds. Standing on the bathroom scale, you can see that you've dropped down to about one hundred and forty one. "Okay, I'm calling the doctor now. To hell with work!" you tell yourself.
Phoning the doctor, he picks up on the third ring. Telling him who you are, he interrupts before you can say another word. "Can you come in right now?" he asks of you.
Telling him yes, you say, "I'll be in within the next half hour." Bidding him a good morning, you hang up.
Dressed, fed, you head out to your car and begin the drive back to the doctor's place. On the way there, you mind slips as you see a pretty little girl and you think, "Mommy would love me so much if I looked that cute and she would tell me so." Horrified at what is happening, you speed up.
In the waiting room, your mind briefly slips and you think as you look at the receptionist, "I want to be just as cute as her when I grow up." Luckily the arrival of the doctor brings you back and you follow him into his office.
Inside you have a seat a proceeded to tell him of the last couple of days. In the end he opens a folder and says to you, "I'm afraid it is much worse then we thought."
"How could it get any worse?" you demand of him.
"Well," the doctor begins. "The formula is doing what we thought it would do and more. It seems that what you told me confirms what was discovered in the lab when we ran tests on your DNA."
"So what's happening to me?" you ask.
The doctor sighed and pressed onward. "The formula is changing you at the genetic level into a woman. We thought maybe it might only rewrite your brain chemistry, but we were wrong. It seems that when it began to attack your Y chromosome, it also started attacking several other areas of the body; mostly the ones that say 'You are male in sex and gender'. The adverse affect to this was that you started becoming a woman in mind, body and soul. Unfortunately, you were never a female, so this formula read you as a female child and as it rewrites everything, you are slowly changing into a girl. We calculate that you will be somewhere between the age of two and five when the the whole thing is finished."
Gritting your teeth, wondering why you ever agreed to this, you tell him, "So undo the formula. Use whatever experimental process you have to restore my Y chromosome."
The doctor sighs and standing up, looks at you and replies, "Unfortunately this is something that I don't think can be undone. If we prepare the formula, you only have a two percent chance of success, due to the whole age regression deal. If it was only turning you into a woman, the chance of success goes up to about nineteen percent."
Sitting there, realizing that you probably will have to relive your childhood over, only this time as a girl, you are utterly flabbergasted as to what to say.