Here I was, actually considering to take yet another estroizer pill, to become even more feminine. Despite my rationale, I merely glanced at the six remaining androizer pills, knowing that three of them would counter the three estroizer pills I had taken and return me to my male self.

    The problem was that I wasn't even sure how much of my male self remained. I just felt so feminine, so good, that the thought of becoming male, which I knew would be the sensible choice, was far from appealing. I was actually considering to take more estroizer, and become even more exaggeratedly-feminine.

    I should have known better after reading various accounts in the newspaper and hearing others on the televised news. The human body was a vast chemical world, after all; it was a plain and simple fact that many chemicals were vital for the proper functioning of the body, and thus required, needed. And here I was, with a body that now ran on three times as much of the female hormones as the normal female body demanded. So of course certain parts of my body would have to accommodate the new scheme, to adapt.

    And my mind had done just that. I had tried to take an androizer pill, but the demand for female hormones had been so strong that the decrease in female hormones had immediately sent me into a terrible state of withdrawal, one which I hadn't been prepared to ride out in order to adapt to having less female hormones in my system. So I had taken an estroizer pill to return to my prior state, the one that I now find myself in.

    I only had myself to blame because I hadn't followed the "one-only" rule. It had just been too tempting after I had heard a few tales from a girl that had once been one of my friends from back in high school, who had, of course, become super-feminine. A lot of people try being the other sex for recreational purposes and such (it was a rather popular trend these days), but some people, such as she and myself, end up going overboard.

    And when someone went overboard, there was, of course, the trouble that came along with it. What I had was the choice of feeling as good as I did now, in my current body, or to endure three horrible sessions of withdrawal, each about a week long, in order to get back to normal. Of course, the longer that my eyes drifted to the estroizer pills, the more obvious my decision became.