Ryan crawled out of bed feeling oddly sore. Clad in only an undershirt and boxers he trudges to the bathroom. He looks at himself in the mirror. He still had messy red hair that he'd inherited from his mother, freckles dotting his cheeks, and bright green eyes. "Something is different..." he mutters, his eyes still bleary from recently awakening. Rubbing his eyes he stares in shock at his reflection. His hair has seemingly grown a full inch over night, his face a bit softer, and most alarmingly his nipples poke out from his chest as if they were having some kind of allergic reaction. The now sensitive buds are quite noticeable through the fabric of his undershirt. He lifts the shirt up and sees them swollen and dark red. "What the hell?!" he exclaims. Ryan was sure something was wrong with him.
Slowly the pieces come together in his mind, things he had seen in school, movies he had seen, things people talked about... he quickly turns back to his bedside table and grabs his laptop. After frantically looking up some stuff on the internet he reaches a horrifying conclusion. These are the early signs of a FEM infection. "Oh no..." he groans in disbelief. This can't be happening to him! FEM or the Female Mutating Virus had started appearing 10 years ago and the origin and cause are still unknown. Though some hypothesize that it was created as a form of chemical warfare on the battlefield by enemy nations, it is generally considered as a freak mutation in nature. Whatever the cause is, it only affects a tiny fraction of men.
Ryan panics in front of the mirror. If he is infected he will eventually turn into a girl! What is he going to do? How do you treat the disease? What will his friends think? What will he do?! "MOM! HELP!" He calls out frantically, desperate for some advice.
"Yes honey, what's wrong?" Kaitlyn responds in her singsong voice as she enters the bedroom. She's clad in a pair of pink yoga pants that cling tightly to her fit frame and a light blue crop top. Kaitlyn was a born gorgeous model and her long red hair flows freely over her shoulders, her pale skin has no sign of imperfection and her facial features look as if they had been perfectly sculpted by a master craftsman. The 32 year old looks no older than 25 with a lithe athletic body that can cause any man to stop and stare. Her only flaw being a slightly too large bust.
Her concern melts away upon seeing the subtle changes in her son, instead her beautiful face shows nothing but excitement and joy. "Honey! You've been infected!" She gasps gleefully as she rushes up and pulls him into a big hug, smushing her soft boobs against her son's face. "I'm finally going to have a daughter!" she cries happily. Kaitlyn always dreamed of having a little girl she could pass all of her secrets down to and raise in the ways of being a model and actress. She'd hoped that she'd get that chance once she was done with her career. But the work never stopped coming her way and she got so busy raising her son she could never seem to make the time to have a daughter of her own. But now the Fates have finally shined upon her. Her dream was now about to be realized!
"Don't be happy! Mom this is terrible! I'll... I'll end up a girl!" Ryan sobs, desperately clutching on to his last shred of masculinity.
Kaitlyn only laughs and says, "I don't understand your hesitation. You will definitely inherit my sexy genes so why not become the cute little daughter that I have always dreamed of? You don't want to end up looking like your father after all."
Ryan pales at that remark. The man he knew as his father had once been very handsome, but age has been cruel to him. Michael is now 44 but he looks like he's pushing 55. His once chiseled face is now filled with wrinkles, his hair has already gone fully gray and is beginning to thin. His creepiness toward women only got worse the older he got, now it is bordering on obsessive and borderline rape.
Kaitlyn, despite being disgusted by her aging husband, is not in a position to leave. She was very young when she married and foolishly signed an uneven prenup. If she left her husband she'd likely only be able to escape with what little money she could take and the clothes on her back, leaving all her possessions and the business she started in Michael's hands. She could only ignore her husband's rumored infidelity, his drinking problems, and his overall creepy attitude toward young women.
The more Kaitlyn thinks about how her life could be in 5 years time the more excited she gets. "Think about it! With my connections I'll be able to help you start a modeling and acting career as a cute girl and then we can even start up the business I started from scratch together." Kaitlyn beams excitedly as she lays out all these possibilities in front of her son's eyes, painting him a very bright future indeed.
"No way, I don't want to be a girl, let me go find a way to reverse the process!" Ryan pleads.
"Honey, it doesn't work that way. It's impossible to reverse the FEM process. All we can do is try and help the process along." She says, biting her lip and considering something in her mind. "Actually... that gives me an idea." She whispers to herself. Kaitlyn thinks for a minute then continues. "Well there's one way I can help speed up the transformation..." She trails off as a dark smile crosses her beautiful face