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The Purple Pill
By Ellie Dauber
(c) 2003
The Rite-Aid was gone.
Leo Ridley looked around the east wing of the Pine Hills
Mall. He'd been shopping here for years, ever since Dutton
had transferred him -- he choked. Dutton. He'd worked for
the company for almost sixteen years. Good work, too; his
employee evaluations had always been marked "Superior".
It didn't matter to the new management team, though. They'd
taken over the company in a proxy fight and merged with
their own. Couldn't have duplication, though. Leo's project
review section had a twin in the new company, so it had to
go.
The younger ones, most of them, had landed on their feet.
He hadn't. He'd been job hunting for over six months.
Unemployment was gone. So were his savings and anything
vaguely resembling a good credit rating.
And so was Judy.
The long, fruitless job search had torn apart the last
shreds of a failing, childless marriage. Leo smiled for a
moment. "The only good thing was that I didn't have to pay
alimony."
He sighed and got back to looking for the store. "I know
it's around here someplace."
A new thought came to him. "Maybe I don't want to find it.
If I do, I'll find the aisle with the sleeping pills..."
He let the words trail off. He didn't want to waste what
little courage he had. He'd need it when he got the pills
home and tried to take them all at once.
"It was always right here... right across from the Piercing
Pagoda earrings kiosk."
It wasn't there now. Instead there was this crazy -- what
had they called it when he was a kid? -- head shop. He
shrugged and decided to go in and ask for directions.
"Spells 'R Us?" he said as he walked in. "What kind of a
name is that?"
"I like it," a voice said. "It... it suits the place."
Leo followed the sound to the back of the store. The
merchandise he passed, a jumble of odds and ends, was even
weirder than he expected. A couple of things even seemed to
be moving under their own power. He just shrugged again and
kept walking.
At the end of the set of shelves, he saw a counter. An old
man stood behind it, smiling as if waiting for him. The old
guy was wearing... a bathrobe? 'Must be a slow day,' Leo
thought.
"Actually, Leo," the old man said. "I wear it all the time.
It's a lot more comfortable that that suit you've been
suffering in all these years."
The old man pointed to a sign. "I'm a wizard. I know all
sorts of stuff."
"That's a cute sign," Leo said.
"Look again," the man said.
Leo looked. Now the sign said, "Who are you calling cute?"
"What the..."
The old man frowned. "I thought that little joke could get
you out of your funk, Leo, but I can see that I was wrong.
Are you really so certain that you want to kill yourself?"
"How'd you... and don't point to that sign, old man."
"All right. We'll dispense with humor. Why _do_ you want to
kill yourself?"
"What've I got to live for? If you really could read minds,
you'd know. I lost my job... my future..." He took a
breath. "My wife. What, if anything, have I got to live
for?"
"For life itself, Leo. Each day is a new opportunity if you
want it to be. You're not that old. You're smart,
personable. You could have a wonderful future if you were
willing to look for it."
"Yeah, right. And I've got some swampland in Florida that I
could sell you to finance it." He paused a moment. "Look,
if you want to help me, tell me where the Rite Aid is.
There's something there that I... I need to get."
"They can't sell you anything that I don't have." He
reached under the counter and took out a small cardboard
box. "This purple pill, for instance."
"Purple... I don't understand."
The old man opened the box. Inside was a single pill the
size of a large chocolate covered almond. It was a deep
purple color, sort like an overly ripe eggplant. He
carefully put the box down on the counter.
"You're planning to buy a bottle of sleeping pills," he
said. "You intend to go home and take enough of them, so
you never wake up. It's a crude plan, but it would probably
work. Probably." He held up the box. "This is a better, a
much more elegant solution."
"It'll work?"
"Double your money back, if you live to come in and ask for
it."
"What do I do? If I _do_ buy it."
"Just pop it in your mouth and wash it down with water, a
soda or something. By the way, you should do it here or in
a hotel or someplace where they'd find the body quickly. If
you committed suicide at home, weeks might go by before
curiosity -- or the smell -- made them go in to your
apartment. It really wouldn't be very pretty."
"You're rather matter of fact about it, aren't you?"
"I don't like the idea of wasting a life. If I can make you
change your mind, I'll be happy. If I can't, I'd just as
soon make a little profit by selling you the means."
"Does it hurt... the pill I mean."
"No, you'll just sort of doze off. It works fairly
quickly."
"How much, then?"
"Hmmm... five dollars, including the tax. That's less than
the sleeping pills would cost."
"Done." Leo took out his wallet. He took out a five and
traded it for the pill. As he put the box in his pocket, he
said. "I guess that's it then. Goodbye, sir." He turned and
quickly walked out of the store.
"Good bye, Leo Ridley... and good luck."
***
"The condemned man ate a hearty meal." Leo wiped the last
bits of chicken fried rice off his face. Way of the Dragon
was one of the better Chinese restaurants in town, even if
it was in a mall.
He took the fortune cookie out of its plastic wrap and
cracked it. "A life of bliss awaits those who are willing
to find it."
Leo chuckled. "Must have been talking to that old man."
He tossed the garbage from his tray into a nearby trash
can, keeping the half-filled paper cup of orange soda.
There was a small fountain with some benches around it at
one end of the food court. Leo had always liked benches. He
walked over and sat down.
He looked around. It was early afternoon on a weekday. The
mall was almost empty.
"Here goes nothing," he said.
It was a pretty fair assessment of his life, he thought.
Nothing. He put the pill in his mouth and used the soda to
wash it down.
A sudden wave of dizziness washed through him. "Whoa," he
yawned. "That thing is... is... strong."
He closed his eyes and leaned back against the bench. In a
moment, he was snoring softly.
As he snored, his body began to shrink until he was almost
a foot smaller than he had been. His body grew slimmer and
much less muscular. His suit hung on his body like a tent.
Now his thinning gray hair grew thicker and darkened to its
original black. It got longer, as well, growing down over
his ears, past his neck, to just below his shoulders.
Leo's ruddy complexion lightened to a pale, "peaches and
cream". His wrinkles smoothed out. His nose became smaller,
even as his cheekbones shifted slightly and his lips became
fuller. His square jaw curved, making his face more heart-
shaped. Under his closed lids, his green eyes shifted color
to blue.
His Adam's apple shrank down. When he next spoke, it would
be with a pleasant, feminine contralto. At the same
instant, all of his body hair vanished except for a
triangular patch at his groin. The angles of his body
filled out with soft female curves, narrow waist, wide
hips, and long, long legs.
The areolae around his nipples darkened and grew larger.
His chest was puffy. The puffiness became firmer and
fuller, as a pair of 34-C breasts slowly formed on his
chest.
Then, his chest became _her_ chest. His penis and testicles
shrank. The testicles moved up inside Leo's body. The sack
tightened into a pair of lips around what was now barely an
inch-long clitoris. The new organ settled down into an
opening that formed beneath it, as the internal organs
moved into their new, female status.
The body was changed, and the clothes changed to match.
Leo's undershirt bunched up around her new breasts. The
white fabric became lighter, softer, transforming into a
blue silk bra with an ornate embroidery on each semi-
transparent cup. At the same time, her boxers tightened
around her hips. The shirt legs moved upwards, so that she
was soon wearing a matching pair of French-cut panties.
Her shirt softened into a pale, blue blouse, as her tie
transformed into a blue silk scarf. Her jacket was now a
dark blue cardigan sweater, a single button closed just
above her breasts. At the same time, her pants formed into
a single tube of cloth that moved up her legs. It stopped
just past her knees to become a loose, pleated blue dress.
Her socks followed the tube of cloth. They continued on,
growing sheerer as they did, to join around her hips as a
pair of flesh-colored panty hose. His oxfords grew a heel
and changed color to become a pair of dark blue pumps.
When Leo's pants had transformed, the back pocket had
vanished. Her wallet fell onto the bench. It grew larger
and a strap grew out from one corner. Where a wallet had
been moments before, there was now a woman's purse.
Leo's fingernails darkened with a light pink polish. The
lipstick she now wore was the same color. There was a light
blusher on her cheeks and mascara on her eyelids.
Eyelids that began to flutter. Her eyes opened.
"Damn!" She stood up, instinctively taking her purse and
started walking back to find that weird store. "That pill
was supposed to kill me instead it..." She looked down at
herself for the first time and saw her new body. "I'm gonna
kill that..."
A new wave of dizziness hit just as she got to the store.
She shook her head to clear it. Then she looked at her
watch, a thinner, smaller woman's model instead of the
man's watch it had been.
"What the hell... I'm going to be late."
She hurried down the row of stores to the Department store
at the center of the mall. Up the elevator to the second
floor and past the merchandise to the store office. A tall,
man in his mid twenties was sitting just inside the office.
He looked up as she walked in.
"I'm afraid the receptionist isn't here right now." He
smiled, and she noticed how cute he was.
Cute? The thought troubled her for a moment. No, he was
cute, in a manly sort of way.
"I-I'm Leah Ridley. I'm here for the employee briefing. I
start tomorrow in purchasing."
The man smiled. It was a very nice smile. "Well, it is
going to be a good day, after all. I'm Jeff Woods. We're
going to be working together. They sent me to show you
around the store."
Leah smiled back. "That would be very nice, Jeff." She
reached out to shake his hand.
He shook it, then held it in his for a moment. "It
certainly will." He took a breath. "And maybe we could have
a drink after work, sort of a 'Welcome to the Store'
celebration."
Leah looked down demurely. "That would be nice, too."
***
The old man made a gesture, and the scrying bowl darkened.
He smiled and sat back in his chair. "Identity suicide is
so much better than the real thing."
The End
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