At the mercy of my hormones
It happens… unpredictably. Every time I’m back to normal I’m on edge for weeks, months even, thinking it is about to happen again. And just when I think it won’t, maybe I’m free, it does. I’ll never be free of it. It started about five years ago. My little sister spiked a soda I was drinking with a massive dose of our mothers’ hormone replacement therapy drugs after I teased her about her growing boobs. Yep, I was a dick. What teenaged boy isn’t? Maybe she thought I would get a little sick, or maybe I’d have trouble getting erections for a week or two. Instead, doctors told me, it kick-started a second, separate endocrine system which had lain dormant in my body since birth. So now, when this system builds up enough power, I’m flooded with female hormones which operate aggressively and… well… I’ll tell you about the first time it happened. My sister Kat confronted me when I got home from college one day, asking how I was feeling. “Actually, I’ve been feeling a little off. Kind of sweat...