My roommate Kira is a genius. A terrifying genius, the kind
who builds quantum prototypes in our apartment for fun.
One night she came home waving a tiny metallic vial.
Mark, You have to see this. I finally made it.
Made what? I asked nervously.
She grinned. A quantum identity modulation
capsule. A what?
She explained way too fast that it was a pill that temporarily
changed someone's appearance, presentation, and expression by
rewriting their surface level probability fields.
In other words, a pill that could make someone look like
anyone, apparently even the cutest possible version of
themselves, She added. Red flag.
Huge red flag. Kira, I said.
Please put that away. I reached for the vial only to
knock it out of her hand. The capsule popped out, bounced
off the counter, and landed in my drink.
No, no, don't drink too late. I swallowed.
Everything stopped. The air vibrated, colors
twisted, My body tingled like it had been plugged into a neon
power grid. Kira, what did I just flash?
A wave of soft pink light blasted from my chest outward.
My clothes dissolved into particles, my hair stretched
downward. My body tightened, softened,
reshaped. What is happening to me?
Kira slapped her hands over her mouth.
Oh my God, oh me God, oh me God, it worked.
I felt my voice shift higher. Sweet girly Kira, fix it.
I I hold still. But I couldn't hold still
because the transformation kept escalating.
Phase one, feminine softening. My skin smoothed.
My waist narrowed. My chest tingled ominously.
Phase two, aesthetic blooming. My hair burst into silky waves.
My face reorganized into a dangerously cute configuration,
my eyelashes extended like dramatic holographic fans.
Kira, I sound like a cartoon girl.
Just just let it finish. Phase Three Outfit Manifestation
The pill created clothes based on idealized femininity
settings. Bad, very bad.
I was suddenly wearing a pastel pink corset top, a ribbon
choker, a pleated skirt that swished every time I breathed
stockings, and the tiniest glitter heels in the known
universe. I stumbled.
Kira, I look like an anime Princess.
She was already taking notes. This is incredible.
The pill optimized you for maximum cuteness.
Optimize me back then. The final holographic message
appeared in the air. Pill effect complete duration 48
hours Reversal locked. Enjoy your femininity.
I nearly fainted. 2 days. Kira nodded quickly.
Maybe 3, depending on how your probability field reacts. 3
days. As as this, my skirt fluttered
dramatically, mocking me. We stood there in stunned
silence until Kira whispered. You're actually adorable, stop
saying that. But then she bit her lip.
But it's true, look at you. No, I refuse.
She grabbed my wrist and dragged me to the mirror.
I saw her, the pills version of me, a cute girl with wide eyes,
soft features, shiny lips, bouncing ribbons and a shy
expression that looked way too natural.
I slapped my hands over my face. This is so embarrassing.
Kira smirked. Well, I did need a test subject,
I didn't volunteer. You swallowed it, It fell into
my juice. Still counts.
I groaned and my skirt swished again.
Kira clapped. Oh my God, the swish physics are
perfect. I hate this.
Do another swish. No.
My heels clicked, my ribbons bounced, and Kira whispered.
You know, you could get used to it, I glared.
But deep down, super deep down, I wondered if the pill saw
something I never dared to.