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He'd heard about it various places online. A girl on Instagram had supposedly used it to get the body of a fitness model in a couple weeks, despite her previous pudginess. And yet, no one seemed to know much about Freyja's Kiss, a mysterious drug that promised all the strength and beauty of its namesake goddess to even the fattest women who took it. It seemed too good to be true, almost like some huge, satirical stunt. An exaggerated parody of Ozempic and the like designed to poke fun at the unrealistic expectations that the phrase "weight loss drug" was so liable to conjure. No one had been able to debunk it, though, and stories of women going from fat to fit in weeks or even days kept slowly trickling in. But to him, the most perplexing loose end was that he'd never heard of a man taking it...
Sam had been an undeniably fat guy since his high school days. He'd had a rather jaded attitude toward his own looks for as long as he could remember, always feeling somewhere between hating them and not caring about them. Losing weight was certainly an appealing idea to him, but he had never felt motivated enough to put in the effort. Sure, he knew about those other, less esoteric weight loss drugs, but their relative novelty made him uneasy, given the possibility for nasty side effects. Freyja's Kiss, by contrast, was apparently so radically transformative that even the near total lack of information about it wasn't enough to keep at least two dozen women from uncannily fast glow-ups. Why shouldn't he follow suit? After all, if he got fit, he might finally feel better about himself.
The Freyja's Kiss website was just as strange as the substance itself. For one, it only appeared in search results on Fridays. Trying to visit it on any other day would result in a 404 error code or, supposedly, on rare occasions, an otherwise blank page with "The Goddess sleeps when it is not Her day" written in plain text. Additionally, the site gave fairly little description of what the product was, beyond "all the strength and beauty of the Norse goddess Freyja in a single pill." That, along with the need to enter sensitive information to buy the drug and have it shipped to your door, made the whole thing terribly shady. But Sam was desperate for... something. He never could quite put his finger on it, other than it being what Freyja's Kiss offered. And for a fleeting moment, he wondered if it was just weight loss...
The pills weren't cheap, but they weren't exactly expensive, given what they promised to do. Sam waited out the four-day shipping period rather tensely, second-guessing his decision to order Freyja's Kiss on a few occasions, but repeatedly circling back to the same conclusion that prompted his choice in the first place. When they finally arrived, he wasted no time in retrieving the small package from his mailbox. They'd arrived in an otherwise mundane black plastic pill bottle marked only with the product's logo and usage guide, accompanied by a stylized image of a curvy, athletic woman. Sam felt something... odd when he looked at it. The flicker of arousal was to be expected, given the somewhat provocative nature of the depiction; the envy, on the other hand, was much stronger than he would've anticipated that it would be. His feelings slowed him for only a moment before he took his first dose.
The next day, Sam awoke feeling more energized than usual. When he got to the bathroom and saw that nothing seemed to have happened overnight, he was slightly disappointed, but hardly surprised or discouraged. He made himself a breakfast that was... somewhat healthier than usual, and spent about half an hour attempting a simple, at-home workout routine. He found it all much more palatable than he’d have thought just a day or two ago.
The following few days were all similar to the first; more energy, a more balance diet, simple but increasingly vigorous exercise… and bursts of hard to explain emotions whenever he looked at the Freyja’s Kiss bottle. After he took his fifth dose, he decided that he'd finally try to sort through those feelings. He knew he wanted to be fit, but that alone didn't explain why so many things about his body just felt wrong after seeing the picture on the bottle. Come to think of it, it wasn't just after looking at that picture. He'd felt that way... a lot. The fat gut; the facial hair; the body hair; the flat, flabby ass. And as suddenly as the flipping of a light switch, Sam realized why it all felt so wrong: She was transgender.
In the wake of her epiphany, Sam's goals and desires crystalized in her mind. She would lose weight, keep it off, research and start HRT, figure out how she wanted to express her new gender, and just generally get her life on track. She would also look into maintaining her penis, considering that it was just about the only aspect of masculinity she actually liked having. As she continued down the medical line of thinking, a rather outlandish thought occurred to her: What if Freyja's Kiss would somehow feminize her? It did promise all the strength and beauty of a goddess, after all. And it would explain why she'd never heard of any men losing weight with it. All of that was tomorrow's concern, though. It was getting late, and Sam knew that good sleep was critical for getting and staying in shape.