As if a moment of clarity had hit her, Tiffany panicked and ran to the table of chemicals.
Katie was a meak, single girl - yes, if she was stuck with a pair of balls for the rest of her life, it could definitely be inconvenient, but she was the one who threw caution to the wind by drinking so much! Tiffany even realised she seemed to be loving the sensastion, noticing her friend squat in the corner of the room, playing with new and old equipment alike!
On the other hand, Tiffany was popular at school, fairly good looking and, importantly, she had a boyfriend! She loved him (and she believed he loved her), but no way could she comprehend him staying with her when next time they were naked together, she had to explain away suddenly having a pair of testicles like his. Then, if he left her, what chance would she have of finding someone else who wasn't exceptionally open-minded?
She had to find an antidote, pronto, before any effects were permanent.
The light was poor, the handwritten bottles were dusty (and often illegible), some only containing hastily drawn logos to signify their contents.