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Jerry was skeptical that a pill could do all this, but he couldn’t deny his friend looked entirely different than he had just a few days earlier. He studied his aging face, receding hair, and frail frame in the mirror. He had always hated how weak he looked, even in his youth.

He dumped the little black pill into his palm and immediately felt dizzy. Visions of powerfully built men rampaged through his head, as if long-forgotten desires were being pulled to the surface. When his vision cleared, the pill had transformed into a rich brown with a light blue stripe.

Staring down at the pill, he knew this was no regular pill. Jerry felt an odd connection to it, and before he realized what he was doing… he had tilted his head back and swallowed the pill.

Almost immediately, he felt his skin begin to itch and a heavy weight settle in his stomach. The visions started again, blurring together until they became a single, powerful man who filled his mind’s eye. And then, it began…

Jerry marveled at his reflection: a powerful, beefy man stared back with deep brown skin and brilliant, pale blue eyes. He felt strong—a sensation that excited him and filled him with an unfamiliar confidence. Smiling, he realized the name Jerry didn’t fit anymore. He needed something with more presence. Jerome. Yeah, that felt right.

Jerome strode back out into the bar, seeing the world through new eyes—figuratively and literally. It wasn’t long before he was leaning against the bar, hitting on the bartender—something he never would have dared before. Johnny had been right; the little black pill was the Change everyone needed to try.

Back at home, John stared at himself in the mirror— Was he really going to take a pill that he bought from some guy in an alley? He looked at his old, tired, flabby self and knew the answer… for the chance to have a body like the one he’d always wanted… of course he would.

Staring at the black pill in his palm, he felt a sudden wave of vertigo as visions of different men swirled through his head. It felt like the pill was drinking in his deepest, darkest wants. When he blinked, the pill had changed from solid black to intricate patterns of color.

Before he could change his mind, John popped the pill in his mouth and swallowed. He leaned against the sink, not sure what to expect and wondering how long it took for the pill to start wo—

A prickling heat spread across his skin as the visions of men swirled in his head again.  Then the visions coalesced into the form of a single tattooed man, and the change began…

He flexed in the mirror, marveling at his muscles and the intricate tattoos now covering his body… Fuck he was hot. That bad boy look he had always longed for, but had been too timid to pursue. But now… now he was that guy and felt his confidence surge. It was time to introduce the new John—no, Jonny—to the world. 

A few days later, fully settled into his new skin, Jonny was back at the bar hunting for another hookup and savoring all the attention he was getting. It’s not so much that the pill changed who he was, but that it let him be who he always was deep down inside. And it was fucking amazing. His musings were interrupted when his old friend Terry spotted him— “John? Is that you? What the—?”