One day, I stole some of Celeste’s potion.

I couldn’t stop thinking about space. I couldn’t stop thinking about the animals. I couldn’t stop thinking about my Queen. 

My thoughts continued to loop around on themselves, imagining if she came back for me, wondering if I hadn’t been well-behaved enough, wondering what she was currently doing and wishing I was part of it. There was no conclusion, no place where I could tell myself that I had thought through everything and could now accept where I was and move forward.

I just wanted them to stop.

While Bliss was away, I snuck into her room and opened the small safe using a key she had given me and poured a dose of Celeste’s potion from the jug into a test tube just as she had shown me. Putting a stopper in the test tube and returning everything to its place, I slipped back to my room. No one would notice such a small amount missing.

When I got back to my room, I considered what to do with my prize. If I took the whole dose, would I be transformed into a girl? I didn’t want that, I just wanted its euphoric effect. After some deliberation, I decided it would be best to just drink a small amount, diluted. I got a glass of water and poured in half the potion. I drank it over the course of an hour while watching cartoons. My excitement about my crime and subsequent experiment had already pulled me out of my broody mood, so I found I couldn’t tell whether or not the potion was working. Since it was magic, I assumed it should take effect right away, but I wasn’t sure what exactly I was supposed to feel. Vexed, I waited a few hours before going to bed unsatisfied.

When I awoke the next morning, I noticed a change immediately. As I rolled around in bed, too drowsy to get up, I realized that the sensation of my shirt against my chest was uncomfortably intense. My nipples were extremely tender. Of course, a little bit of sensitivity happens sometimes, so I would normally brush this off, but when I remembered my experiment the previous night, I was suddenly fully awake.

I found no trouble pulling myself out of bed and to the bathroom. Unfortunately, it was already occupied. I had to wait several minutes, feeling exposed, for Bliss to finish. When she stepped out, it seemed that her eyes lingered on me as she passed. Did she know? I said nothing out of fear that my voice might have changed.

Inside the bathroom, I locked the door and pulled off my shirt to inspect myself in the mirror. At first glance, everything seemed normal, but as I looked from the side I realized my nipples were protruding just slightly. I had grown tiny breasts, so small that they were barely noticeable. As my curiosity grew, I noticed other changes, like a subtle alteration to my face that I couldn’t quite place. Touching it, I discovered it was softer, and my stubble seemed finer and less rough. My anxiety turned to excitement. Whenever I had tried to imagine what transitioning would be like, I had pictured large breasts pasted onto my body with its broad shoulders, defined jaw, and ever-present stubble. I hadn’t imagined this smooth dip into androgyny. Although I felt a twisting in my stomach, I found myself both thrilled and, to my surprise, aroused.

This is when I noticed another change. I was as turned-on as I had ever been, but I was not erect. Pulling down my pants, I found that my dick was significantly smaller than normal. Of course, dicks change size all the time, but I guessed its current size was due to the potion. I wondered if I would be able to masturbate like this, but the concern was small in my mind.

I could keep doing this, I realized. I could look like this in the mirror and no one would have to know.

I gleefully returned to my room and dressed, then made my way downstairs. Throughout breakfast, I sat at the kitchen table giggling to myself and earning confused looks from my housemates.

This would not be the last time I stole Celeste’s potion.