"Your mom and I will be back Monday morning. No parties while we're gone."

"Sure thing Dad," I replied. "Have fun."

As soon as they left, rummaged through my sock drawer for a little ziploc bag containing a single white pill. "Here goes nothing." I downed the pill.

According to my dealer, it should take 6 hours before the pill kicks in, then another 6 to change me. The effects would then last for 30 hours, and then it would take 6 to change back. If my math was right, I should have just enough time to change back before my parents got back. I also took a melatonin pill so I'd sleep through the uncomfortable/painful parts my dealer described. I tried working on some homework, but I couldn't think about anything other than the pill I'd just taken, and what I'd hopefully wake up as.

I must have fallen asleep at my desk, cause I woke up with my face on my keyboard and a crick in my neck... and a weight on my chest. I sat up and instantly realized that the pill had worked. A reluctant hand down to my crotch confirmed the changes were finished. I ran over to my bedroom mirror and pulled off my shirt, my eyes glued to the bouncy orbs on my own chest.

I played with them in the mirror bouncing, squeezing, and cupping them in my hands. It was the best weekend of my life.