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The man’s gaze lingered on him for a moment, as if unsure what he was seeing—a woman with masculine features, or a man with an oddly rounded figure. That curious, slightly bewildered look pierced Garrett, sending his heart racing. He turned away abruptly, feeling a cold sweat trickle down his back. "What the hell… Why am I even reacting like this to…?" raced through his mind as he clenched his jaw, barely containing an inner tremor.
— Garrett, listen to me, — Levitt’s voice grew more insistent on the line, sounding increasingly nervous. — The “health pill” is a great supplement; I take it myself from time to time. Do you think I…
— Think? — Garrett cut him off with a voice unexpectedly high-pitched, almost a squeak, and this undid him completely. Garrett tried to clear his throat, to force out his usual gruff tone, but something had shifted in his voice as if the usual bass and power had deserted him. He sounded more like a young woman trying to take charge than the seasoned millionaire who dominated every negotiation.
Garrett practically choked on his own words as he felt his expensive shirt stretch uncomfortably tight over his chest once again. With a trembling hand, he felt the soft contour expanding beneath the fabric. His skin was unbelievably sensitive, each touch sending a light, unsettling tingle through him.
— Are you kidding me, Levitt? — he managed to say again, feeling his voice not only quieter but tinged with a husky, almost seductive rasp on the lower notes. He instinctively looked around and caught himself staring at the men in the corridor. It was unbearable. — Damn it, this is all because of your pill! What the hell did you give me?!
— Levitt hesitated, coughed, and then tried to regain his composure. His voice wavered, with a nervous laugh slipping through at the end.
— Garrett, I think… something’s gone wrong. Can you describe what you're feeling right now?
— Feeling? — Garrett fumed. — I've got… Levitt, I’ve got a goddamn boobs! It’s growing right now! And… — he swallowed, feeling his voice rise, becoming softer, like it didn’t even belong to him. — I… I think I’m shrinking!
Levitt turned pale, his eyes darting to his desk. His usually tidy row of medication samples stood there, but now he noticed an empty spot among them. The pill in the green vial labeled “ETH-11” was missing. Instantly, he recalled the recent experimental trials. ETH-11 had been developed for accelerated hormonal stimulation in women—it was intended to rapidly enhance chest size and change body shape by intensively targeting estrogen receptors. The pill was designed to simulate the effects of hormone therapy in a compressed timeframe and was strictly prohibited for men, even in trials.
A cold sweat broke out on Levitt's forehead. He opened his mouth to say something, but words failed him.