You were only cooking pancakes until you felt a sharp jab in your neck before passing out. You woke up surrounded by femboys, thoroughly tied to a metal chair by purple ribbons. You were in some kind of warehouse/factory, with various canisters with glowing pink liquid scattered about the place.

Suddenly a spotlight raised to a figure descending a set of stairs. Carmeline. She had her usual physique; miniskirt, arm and leg warmers, thigh highs, long ginger hair, and a pink hoodie too big for her.

Carmeline: "Well. Well. Well. If it isn't the one that started this in the first place. The one that tossed me into a vat of estrogen all those years ago."

To be fair, you didn't exactly push her in, she was just unlucky enough to trip over a loose railing.

Carmeline: "Honestly, I've grown quite attached to my new femenine body, but it's left me with a craving ever since I accepted my truest form, revenge, and a harem."

Even the femboys around the room were awkwardly silent at that point.

Carmeline: "Now I could just release a ton of extrogen gas across the whole city, but that would be too villainous right? I can't just force everyone to become a femboy, but I sure can make them crave it."

She held up a vial of that pink glowing liquid that the canisters were filled with.

Carmeline: "You see, I've mixed som very concentrated estrogen with modafinil, a very addictive drug. And once I spread it across town in the form of energy drinks, jams, exotic butters, and anything else that's edible and trending, every man and woman will be knocking at my door, asking for more, slowly becoming more femenized until EVERY person in the tri-state area is reduced to a dumbed-down estrogen-drunk femboy!!! As you can see, I've already tested it on some of the goons right in front of you, and they're just the best aren't they? But don't feel gloomy that you won't be able to save your dear city, after all, you'll be joining them. Hold em down boys. Let's get you hooked on your new favorite flavor~!"