Poison — It’s Just One Little Pill. Part 10.
By: Fiona Dobson
Tags: Nonbinary, Serial Fiction, Erotica, LGBTQ, Crossdressing

I remember coming across a section of Sergey Lazovski’s journals in which he asked himself a question and analysed it in some depth. He asked, “What will become of these athletes once their careers are over?”

It was not a question to which he ever found a satisfactory answer. Far from it. The wall fell, he headed to California, and a bunch of East German women athletes who looked like men swiftly faded into obscurity, along with their medals for a country that ceased to exist. If one attempts to trace them today it proves virtually impossible.

But not completely. In my efforts to understand Formula FM65, to which Blair had been so successfully exposed, I had traced a number of former athletes who had been in Lazovski’s original trials of the drug. Those still in Germany were easy enough to find, though of the six I’d contacted only one was willing to talk about the experience of using the drug.

After nervous exchanges, and fears that she’d lose her medals, I was able to reassure her that this was simply a follow up exercise to assure the treatments had incurred no ill effects. At this she had become at first a little hostile and then more open, as she realised I was not part of the sports institute that had insisted she’d undertaken the treatments.

“The physical changes I understand,” she said eventually. “It was the psychological ones that really surprised me.”

She went on to explain that she’d expected the changes in her body to revert to her normal conditions when she’d stopped taking the hormones for a little while. It had never been explained to her that hormone resequencing was a one way trip, and that her body had been retrained genetically to release more testosterone. It was not a process that could be ‘untrained’. The body needed to do it, and so would continue to do so. I decided it was best to shrug it off and leave her in ignorance. After all, isn’t ignorance bliss?

This particular subject had left the world of athletics, dabbled with academia and eventually persued a teaching career. She had gone on to marry, following her sexual preference and became a wonderful husband to a German lady. She reported attraction sexually only to women. Such had been the effect of training her body to produce large amounts of testosterone, which it apparently continued to do to this day, a full forty years later. Poor dear was shaving daily and always had. She didn’t seem to mind very much, accepting her lot and enjoying her masculine body shape. After all, it is what her body wanted and it is what felt natural to her.

It was for this very reason that I was not concerned when Blair, who had been such a little lap dog, ceased to take my calls. I’d not expected him to drop me the way he did, but as I thought the thing through it made perfect sense.

Blair had been entirely captivated by me and compliant as a result. However, as his libido had altered along with his hormone production, the massively overactive estrogen receptors doing their irreversible work, and his psychological desires made their shifts, too.

It was only logical that his sexual desires — the very tool that had made him so compliant — should shift as well. I was not emotionally engaged with poor Blair and thought of him only as a glorified lab rat. However, it was a minor blow to my ego when I realised Blair had cut himself loose.

I suppose I should have been pleased. It proved conclusively that FM65 was working at both physical and psychological levels exactly as it should. Blair had become a loose end that literally sorted itself out. I knew he wouldn’t be upset by these changes, as they were precisely what his body was screaming out for. As far as Blair was concerned, that weird woman who had given him ‘contraceptive pills’ was just not of interest to him anymore, as his libido shifted.

I felt quite satisfied by this result. And in the matter of his sister, Sarah, I was both flattered and amused by the fact that she was so consumed with her new found infatuation with me, that I could rely on her not to press me on the question of Blair’s recent changes, though the subject did come up in conversation shortly after Sarah started to become a regular nocturnal visitor to my apartment.

“How is your brother?” I asked, after she’d mentioned him.

“Well, it’s very odd. He seems to spend very little time with the family these days,” she said. “He seems to be very busy socially.”

“I’ve not seen him in weeks,” I pointed out. “He seems to have dropped me like a hot potato.”

“Yes,” she said snuggling closer to me on the couch. “I’m fine with that.”

I stroked her hair and mused, “I think he was going through a few changes. He was never really that interested in me,” I said. “I was quite surprised when he asked me to meet the family.”

Sarah nestled closer into my embrace, and replied “Well, his loss is my gain.”

We laughed a little, and I reminded myself that while this confused girl in my living room was as tender as a pussy cat lying beside me on the couch, her head in my lap, I would shortly be applying a firm hand to her backside in the bedroom. I found a good spanking assuaged her guilt at her decent into the lascivious delights of quenching her lesbian desires.

How ironic that she should feel so guilty about something that brought her such undeniable pleasure. Perhaps I would explore that idea a little further. After all, I would soon have the financial where withal to do so.

In a large pill bottle in my bathroom closet was a large Multivitamin bottle with over a thousand doses of Formula FM65. I had proved quietly to myself that a mere ten doses created undeniable change. At this rate I could provide a hundred very well paying private clients with the magical prospect of sexual reassignment in all but a surgical form. A covert but highly lucrative business opportunity that I planned to make full use of.

I knew this supply would soon dry up, as the FM project was soon to close, supposedly a financial dead end. Sports medicine testing, after all, has come a long way and the pharmaceutical company wasn’t remotely interested in experimenting further with the drug. The hundreds of thousands of test pills would likely be scheduled for destruction in a month or two, under my own supervision, of course.

Little did they know that what would be disposed of would be the hundreds of thousands of multivitamin pills with which I would soon have switched for the genuine article.

As Sarah slid closer to me, placing my hand on her breast, my mind drifted to the question of her sense of guilt. There was much to be said for this quality, that maintained her silence and made her so easy to manipulate. Perhaps relieving her of it could wait, after all.

As luck would have it I did see Blair on the street some weeks later. He failed to notice me, as I sat the window seat of a coffee shop. He was far to engrossed in the man walking by his side.

How far he’d come, all the while completely unaware of his participation in a test that would make me very wealthy. To him I was simply a fling that he’d become bored with. One that he’d never even brought to it’s sexual conclusion.

As he walked in short little footsteps beside this rather well built gentleman I could see his perky little breasts had developed a little further, and his gait looked positively female. And on his face a look of contentment.

I stared, unobserved. What was that look?

There was no doubt. Blair had found love.

The end.

Jerry

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