Kyle could not believe he had hooked up with someone at the bar where he worked; it really wasn’t like him. But the man lying next to him was incredibly hot, and last night had definitely been fun. It wasn’t long before the man got up, saying he needed to head home. As he left, he mentioned leaving a present on the bedside table—a "Change" he knew Kyle would enjoy.
As he stared at the little pill in the baggie, Kyle vaguely recalled a ridiculously attractive, tattooed guy at the bar talking about how "The Change" was the best thing he'd ever tried. Kyle wasn’t the pill-popping type, yet he had to admit his interest was piqued.
The pitch-black coloring of the pill felt a little ominous sitting in his hand. He was about to put it back in the baggie when he felt a slight warmth radiating from it. Suddenly images of powerful men began racing through his head like a wildfire. When Kyle looked back down at the pill, he saw it had turned a vibrant red.
What had just happened? Without thinking, and still a bit dazed, Kyle found himself placing the bright red pill in his mouth. Only as he swallowed did he realize what he was doing…
Immediately, a fire spread through his veins as those visions ignited in his mind again. They slowly burned away until only a single image remained: a man with fiery red hair. Then, he felt his body begin to change…
As the fiery sensation finally faded, Kyle found himself grinning and flexing as he admired his new physique in the mirror: a tall, muscular man with fiery red hair, freckles, and bright green eyes. This was the man Kyle had always wanted to be deep down. But the name Kyle didn’t feel right anymore. No—Callum. Now that was a name that fit him.
Callum was quite the popular sight while he was bartending that evening. He never realized how much he would enjoy it, having his massive frame towering over the other men as they jostled to be next in line to order a drink from him.
The Change felt so good, and he knew exactly who else needed it. So when his buddy Joseph finally showed up, Callum greeted him with a knowing smile and a tiny baggie that would Change his life forever.
John had heard rumors for a few weeks now of what people were just calling “The Change”—a “magic pill” that could give you the body you always wanted. That’s how he found himself standing in a back alley with a guy who said he could hook him up with the pill. Just a single pill that could change his life. The man was beautiful, so despite his concerns, the chance of having a body like stranger's won out and he took the shiny black pill from the man.
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—?”
Jonny just smiled, held up a tiny bag containing a single black pill, and said, “I’ve got something you’re gonna want to try.”
Joseph was still in a bit of shock as the massive redheaded man dragged him toward the restroom. He knew it was his friend Kyle—or Callum now?—but he still couldn’t believe that the tiny pill had changed his friend into this hunk of a man.
Joseph’s gaze flicked between the pill he was holding, his skinny reflection, and the massive figure of his friend leaning against the wall. He had always wanted a body like that—big and muscular—but he had been a tiny guy his entire life. Could this pill really change that?
As soon as he took the pill from the baggie, his head began to swim with images of muscular men. It felt like the pill was churning up his dreams and desires, then pulling them in. As his head cleared, he saw that the pill now had a warm golden glow.
Joseph glanced back at his friend, who just smiled and nodded, before popping the golden pill into his mouth and swallowing. He opened his mouth to ask how long it would take—but realized he didn’t need to ask.
He felt his muscles tense and his skin warm as if the sun were beating down on him. The visions of men came crashing into his mind again, tumbling and colliding until only a single man with golden blonde hair remained. That’s when he felt the change begin…
Joseph let out an excited laugh as the buttons on his shirt popped open, unable to contain his now massive body. Flexing in the mirror, blonde hair and all muscle, he looked like one of those stereotypical gym bro douchebags—and he loved it!
“Looking good, Joey!”
He turned to see Callum staring at him with a hungry grin as he stepped in close and ran a hand along his massive chest. Joey—yeah, that did feel more like who he was than Joseph. And Joey was definitely going to enjoy the Change.
“So, you up for joining us? You look like you could use a Change.”
Jerry couldn’t believe the man in front of him was his friend John. The tattoos, the muscles… he was hot. John—or Jonny, as he preferred now—said it was all thanks to the little black pill. It was the Change he’d needed, and he insisted Jerry should try it for himself.
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.