After all, they were supposed to be estrogen-based, and that was a major women’s hormone.
So the pills joined the other few things Alison had put aside, hidden in a little box in the top of his wardrobe.
The white skimpy top and undergarments set, he had ‘borrowed’ from the bottom of a friend’s sister’s wardrobe, and brought home in his trouser pockets.
A pair of laddered nylons, he had found in a waste paper basket in his mum’s bedroom.
By day six, apart from feeling a bit sick, everything seemed fine.
Nothing was growing, but he didn’t expect that instantly.
