Since Julie's milk had changed him, Miguel had been determined to get his old male body back. Yet something in the soda was starting to shift the way he thought about the situation. There was no doubt about it: he looked good now. Even in the blurry reflection on the refrigerator, he saw that he was a knockout. Just the sight of himself was turned himself on, and when he gave his breast an experimental grope, both the sight and sensation of it nearly drove himself over the edge.
He had half a mind to join the other girls out in the hallway. From the sound of it, they were well on their way to a good time. But Miguel knew there would be time for that later. There was something he wanted to try first. If one soda had made him drop-dead sexy, what would two sodas do?
In fact, what would any of the sodas do? Miguel wasn't well-read enough to know what a 'sylph' was, and none of the other labels offered explanations that were simple enough to follow. And if Miguel had possessed a more rational brain, he might have made a connection between hair color and the effects of various sodas. Alas.
All Miguel knew was that he wanted more. And once he had more, then it would be time to take care of the urges that were building. Without thinking, he grabbed a bottle at random and chugged it.
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