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This story takes place in my Burkes Virus universe. Invisible No More By Morpheus The high school hallway was full of noise as well as the hustle and bustle of nearly the entire student body rushing about lunch. I grimaced as I made my way through the crowd, completely ignored by just about everyone as I made my way to the lunchroom. "Watch it dweeb," a large guy exclaimed as he stepped into my path and I nearly ran into him. "Just great," I grumbled, quickly dodging away from what could easy escalate into an unpleasant situation. It was embarrassed about how I didn't stand up for myself, but I was used to it. My name is Lee Forrest, and I was a 16 year old guy, and a junior at my high school. Unfortunately, since I was 5 foot 9 and looked pretty young, I was frequently mistaken for a freshman and sometimes even picked on by kids younger than me. It was pretty embarrassing. "It's better when they don't notice me," I sighed, adjusting my glasses. Then I reached the cafeteria and paused at the entrance to glance into my lunch bag. I frowned at the sight, wishing that my dad would make me something other than a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. It was getting a little old and I wouldn't mind a little variety. That just reminded me that dad was working late tonight so I would have to find my own dinner. In fact, I would probably make something for him to eat when he got home. As dad liked to say, since it was only the two of us, we had to help each other out. A moment later, I spotted my friends sitting at out accustomed lunch table. It was in the back corner, right next to a couple of large garbage cans, so it wasn't exactly prime lunch real estate. But that meant few people wanted to eat there, leaving it usually open for us. "Hey guys," I said as I joined them. "Hey," my best friend Toby nodded to me. Toby was the same age as me and was pretty average looking, though over the last year he'd had a bit of an acne problem, which earned him the name 'Pizza Face' among a few people. Sitting next to Toby was Edgar, a rather large guy...and I didn't mean tall. He was about my height, but at least double my weight. In fact, Edgar was probably one of the fattest kids in school. He usually told people that this is only because the Burke's Virus did that to him, and that he had been skinny before, though I knew otherwise. Edgar had come by his size the old fashioned way, not due to the Bug. And then there was Jessie, the fourth member of our little group. He was a tall, skinny boy with thick glasses and a less than perfect complexion, though not nearly as bad as Toby's. Even as he sat there eating his lunch, his eyes darted round nervously. I felt a bit sorry for Jessie. Just the year before, he had been Jessica, one of the prettiest and most popular girls in our entire class, and even in the school. She had even been a cheerleader. But then she caught the Burke's Virus, and the Bug really did a job on her, turning her into geeky looking guy. Almost immediately, all of her old friends had turned on her, cruelly taunting her at worst and completely ignoring her at best. Even less popular kids, who had been jealous of or attracted to her before, took the opportunity to make her...now his life a living hell. In the end, Jessie had lost everything that he'd had before. He'd lost his beauty, his friends and his popularity, becoming a social outcast instead. We were the only ones to really accept him and welcome him into our group, which made us his only friends in the world. Our little group was composed of social outcasts. None of us were rebellious enough to be Goths or smart enough to be nerds. We were the social nonentities. As far as most people were concerned, we didn't exist. We were invisible. So that was what we jokingly called ourselves, the Invisibles. "You need the secret handshake to sit here," Toby grinned at me as I sat down. "And what is the secret handshake?" I asked him with a sigh. "I'd tell you," Toby smirked, "but then I'd have to kill you..." "How about this one?" I responded, flipping him off before digging into my lunch bag. "So anyway," Edgar continued with whatever he had been talking about before I arrived, "My uncle goes to this big signing and gets me this..." Then with a big flourish, Edgar pulled a framed picture out of his backpack and set it on the table in front of us. He sat there with a smirk, letting us all get a good look. "It's autographed..." The picture was an autographed publicity photo of a gorgeous looking brunette with sultry eyes. I immediately recognized Shanna Sinclaire, a big time model who had recently started making a few movies. She was very popular among the teenage boys of our school, and I knew more than a couple of guys who had pictures of her in their lockers. Edgar and Toby were both nearly drooling over the photo, though I just glared at it in disgust. Jessie just let out a sigh, shaking his head. As a girl, Jessica had been straight and only attracted to boys, and after being changed by the Bug, that hadn't changed. Or at least the being attracted to boys hadn't, though you couldn't exactly call him straight anymore. "It's autographed," Toby exclaimed, "My God she's hot..." "She's an angel," Edgar sighed. "She's a bitch," I spat out bitterly. All three of my friends stared at me in surprise, and Toby shook his head, "No way... Any girl who looks as hot as that has to be an angel..." Jessie just shorted at that while Toby laughed at me, "Like you've ever met her..." "I have," I muttered under my breath, earning a few skeptical looks from my friends. "Yeah, right." Edgar snorted, "And I've been on a date with Celia Hansen..." At the mention of Jessie's former best friend, the girl who was generally believed to be the hottest one in school, he scowled. Obviously, he didn't like to be reminded of the way she'd turned on him after his change. I'd seen some of the things that Celia had said to his face, and they weren't pretty. I scowled as I looked around the table, seeing that my friends were all looking at me as though I'd just claimed to have seen a UFO in my back yard. I knew that I probably shouldn't say anymore, but I didn't like my friends giving me that look. "She only looks like that because she caught the Bug," I grimaced, suddenly having the full attention of my friends. "And I suppose you knew her before she caught the Bug," Toby snorted in disbelief. I just nodded sadly at that, clenching my fists at the same time. "She was my mom," I whispered, tears beginning to come to my eyes. I quickly pulled off my glasses and wiped them away, embarrassed to be crying in the school cafeteria. "Bullshit," Toby said, though he didn't look completely convinced of that. My tears were obviously making me look a lot more sincere. "A few years ago," I started, my voice shaking, "she got changed by the Burke's Virus. She was sort of average... Suddenly, she was beautiful and popular, with guys throwing themselves at her. I guess she decided that she could do better than my dad, and that she could start over again with a perfect life. So she left me and my dad, changed her name and went into modeling... I haven't heard from her since... I guess she didn't want to be held back by a kid either..." "No way," Toby whispered, staring at me with an expression that was part sympathetic and part amazement. Edgar didn't say a word as he slipped the photo back into his backpack. He looked just a little less enthusiastic about having it all of a sudden. "I bet you could sell that story to the tabloids," Toby told me with a weak smile. "They love to know that kind of stuff about celebrities..." "She's kind of the opposite of me," Jessie sighed, looking jealous. I just scowled and got up, "I'm not all that hungry anymore..." I tossed my lunch into the garbage and gave my friend's a weak smile, "I'll see you guys later..." After this, I went to my next period, though I had a hard time focusing. Not only was I thinking about my mom, and the way she'd abandoned my dad and me, but I was also feeling a bit sick. I kept getting cramps in my gut and feeling kind of nauseous. I'd felt a bit off all morning and hadn't really thought much about it, but it was getting worse. When the class was over, Toby appeared next to me in the hallway and asked, "What you said at lunch...about Shanna... Were you telling the truth?" "Yeah," I grimaced. "Why didn't you tell me before?" Toby frowned, looking as though I'd insulted him by failing to trust him with such an important fact. I frowned, not sure what to say to that. I wasn't exactly eager to go around telling people, even my closest friends, that I was so worthless that my own mom had ditched me. In spite of what Toby might think, the fact that 'Shanna Sinclaire' was my mother wasn't something that I was proud of. Every time I saw one of her pictures, it made me sick to my stomach. Then, almost as if on cue, I was hit by another wave of nausea. My stomach recoiled so badly that I thought I was going to puke right there in the school hallway. Fortunately, it didn't quite go that far. "Dude," Toby trapped my shoulder, "Are you okay?" "I don't feel very good," I told him with a weak smile, just before a massive cramp hit my leg and I had to grab the wall for support. "In fact, I feel like shit..." "You'd better see the nurse," Toby frowned, looking concerned. "C'mon..." Toby helped me to the nurse's office, then he hurried off to his next class so that he wouldn't be late. The school nurse looked at me skeptically, trying to decide if I was faking or not. I didn't really blame her since my next class, gym, was my least favorite, and I had faked being sick to avoid it before. "Tell me what's wrong," she finally said, deciding to be patient and go through the motions rather than just dismissing my complaints. After I told her about my cramps and nausea, she had me stick a thermometer under my tongue. And when she checked it a minute later, she looked a bit surprised. "You have a fever..." "I do?" I blinked, not having noticed that part. The nurse stared at me for a minute, a thoughtful expression on her face. Then she asked me a few more questions about my symptoms and how long I'd had them before she finally reached into a drawer and pulled out a something that looked a bit like a stun gun. "We just got this in a few weeks ago," she told me, pushing a few buttons on the front. "It's a new tester that will make this much faster and more accurate..." "What does it do?" I asked nervously, then paused to wince as my arm started to cramp. "It takes a small blood sample and tests it," she told me holding the small device to my arm. "This will sting for a moment." When she said that it would sting, she was right. I automatically jerked my arm away when it felt like a bee stung it. My flinching didn't bother the nurse, who seemed to have gotten what she needed. "Ouch," I complained as I rubbed my arm. There was a red spot on my arm where the device had stung me, along with a single drop of blood. She didn't say a word as she put a Band-Aid over it. "This will take just a minute," she told me, keeping her eye on the tester. After a minute, she nodded faintly and said, "I thought so... You have Burke's..." "WHAT?" I gasped in surprise. Then I gulped nervously, "I've never had the Bug before..." "Really?" the nurse looked a little surprised, "It's quite common..." "I know," I responded quietly. Ever since Burke's Biomorphic Virus had first appeared about six or seven years ago, it had become so common that a lot of people had started to treat it sort of like the flu. However, what did was quite different from the flu or any other virus. It caused the human body to change...to different degrees and in different ways from person to person. It could change your eye color, or turn you into a super model...like it had my mom. The very thought of having the Bug was frightening, especially since you had no idea of what it could do to you. Fortunately, the virus wasn't lethal. In fact, I had learned in health class that about the only ones who ever died of the virus were people whose bodies were so old or frail that they couldn't handle the strain of the changes. For most people, it would change you but you wouldn't have to worry about it killing you. "I've had it twice," the nurse continued, "The first time, I didn't notice any actual changes, but the second time, a few scars that I've had since I was a little girl vanished." I just nodded at that, then paused as a powerful wave of nausea hit me. I bent over, feeling like I was going to throw up. The nurse immediately set a small bucket in front of me, though I didn't have to use it just yet. "Here," she said, going into a cupboard and pulling out a large plastic bottle that looked like it could hold Gatorade. However, this bottle was full of a thick looking brown liquid and had medical stuff written all over it. "Take a drink of this..." She unscrewed the cap and handed it to me. "Ugh," I winced after taking a deep gulp, "That's gross..." "A lot of people call it bug juice," the nurse gave me a sympathetic smile. "It's a mixture of protein, enzymes and vitamins that your body is going to need for any changes. It will help the virus run it's course more quickly, and help ease some of the discomfort. I suggest that you have your parents buy several bottles of this from the store." "Okay," I responded weakly, then suddenly bent forward and used the bucket, emptying my stomach into it. "Do you have anyone who can come pick you up?" she asked gently. "You need to go to bed and get a lot of rest..." "My dad," I told her quietly, knowing that he was going to hate having to leave work early. When my dad came to pick me up a half hour later, he wasn't mad like I'd feared, only worried. He gently got me into the car, then stopped by the store on the way home to pick up a couple bottles of that 'bug juice', which turned out to be fairly expensive. As soon as we got home, dad made me drink a glass of the bug juice, then he sent me to bed with the instructions, "Take it easy and relax..." --- I awoke with a groan of discomfort and stared at the ceiling, something which I had been doing off and on for the last day or so. Sometimes, it seemed like I had been lying in my bed for years, not just since the day before. My whole body ached, from the bones and muscles to my very skin. Everything hurt, which made it all the more difficult to sit up in bed. I looked around the room, seeing that everything was a big blur. But when I put my glasses on, that didn't really help any. In fact, after a minute, I realized that everything was just a little less blurry without my glasses, so I left them beside my bed. "Time for my medicine," I croaked, drinking a glass of the nasty tasting bug juice, followed by another glass of water. I was thankful that I had bottles of both beside my bed, though I would rather do without the bug juice. Just then, my body reminded me of my other needs. I grimaced and slid out of bed, trying to ignore just how much my entire body ached. And to make it worse, I was dizzy and half blind, so needed to use furniture and walls for support. If there was such a thing as Hell, I was pretty sure that this had to be close to it. Since my dad didn't come rushing to my aid when I left my bedroom, I knew that he must still be at work. He'd come home during his lunch break, but other than that and the occasional visits from the neighbor woman who was checking up on me, I was by myself. But that suited me fine as I'd spent most of my time just sleeping...or trying to. After I'd relieved myself in the bathroom, I slowly made my way to the kitchen, my stomach growling more insistently with each passing moment. I couldn't believe how hungry I was... When people were sick, they were suppose to lose their appetites, though that was certainly not the case with me. I felt famished...starving. And no matter how much I at that day, I kept getting hungry again just a short time later. Since I woke up that morning, I'd already had two bowls of cereal, two slices of leftover pizza, a leftover pork chop, three cans of soup and an apple. And there I was, ready to eat yet again. "Just great," I groaned as I tried finding something in the kitchen to eat...again. Ever since I'd first climbed into bed the day before, I found myself settling into something of a routine. I would sleep for a few hours, wake up and relieve myself, then go and gulp up as much as I could eat before returning to bed again. And the cycle continued. I rummaged through the kitchen and finally ended up toasting two slices of bread while microwaving a TV dinner. It was hard to stay there that long, and I ached to just get back in bed, but my grumbling stomach wouldn't let me. I just had to get something to eat. As soon as my food was ready, I gulped it down, then got up with a groan. I had to catch myself against the kitchen counter as a wave of nausea hit me, but I managed to keep from falling flat on my face. It wasn't easy though as every movement I made hurt like hell. It was like my entire body was one big charlie horse. Then, just as I had finished eating and was heading back to bed, the doorbell started ringing. My first impulse was to ignore it completely, but I remained aware enough to be curious as to who it was. So with an immense effort, I made my way to the door and opened it up. "You look like shit," Toby exclaimed the moment that I'd opened the door for him. I stared at him for a moment, having to squint a bit, as he was all blurry. "I feel like it," I croaked out a bit, slowly going back inside. "I came over last night but you were asleep," Toby told me, looking worried. "Your dad said I shouldn't come over till you were done with the Bug, but I wanted to see how you were doing..." "And how I was changing," I gave him a weak smile, knowing how he thought. Toby looked just a little self-conscious at being that transparent, but he shrugged, "I was kind of worried..." Then he paused to stare at me, "You do look a little different..." "Really?" I croaked, curious in spite of myself. I hadn't looked into the mirror lately, not that it would do me much good with my eyes all blurred over at the moment. I couldn't help but being a bit curious, not to mention worried. You never knew what the Burke's Virus would do to you, but I figured that I didn't really have much to lose. "Your hair's a little longer," he said thoughtfully, "And maybe just a bit lighter..." Then he stood back to look me over again before adding, "And I think you might be a little taller..." "Really?" I felt a surge of hope. I'd always wanted to be just a little taller. At 5 foot 9, I wasn't the shortest boy in our school, but I'd always felt short. Toby just nodded, "You really look bad..." "Thanks, "I mumbled, then said, "My dad has a digital camera on the counter... Can you take a picture of me with it? He says recording my changes will make it easier to prove my identity if I change a lot..." "Good idea," Toby nodded. "My aunt Clara changed a lot and she's still trying to prove that she is who she is... Of course, some woman went in and claimed to be her so that she could get aunt Clara's money... Identity theft really sucks..." I could only nod at that, as I was too tired to have much of a conversation. And the fact that I was being hit with another wave of dizziness didn't help. "Whoah..." Toby stared at me, "You'd better get back to bed..." "Yeah," I nodded weakly, my energy level dropping through the floor again. Toby helped me get back to my room and back into my bed. Then he told me, "I hope you feel better soon." And with that, he was gone and I was collapsing back into unconsciousness. --- I sat back on my living room couch and watched the TV with a faint smile. For the last several days, I had been consigned to my bed, too sick and tired to do much. But I was currently having a brief period where I had enough strength to get up and move around a little, and I meant to take full advantage of it while I could. But I held no illusions that my bout with the Burke's Virus was over. In fact, I was only about halfway through it. The brief respite that I had at the moment could very well be the calm before the storm. There was no longer any doubt that I was getting an extreme transformation from the virus, that I would probably no longer be the least bit recognizable as myself once it was through. I wasn't sure whether to be excited about that or extremely worried. My body had continued to change, and by now I could see enough of the changes to guess what I might be once it was finished. However, these changes also left me even more confused. Toby had been right when he said that I was getting taller, but that wasn't all. I had grown in other ways too. My whole body was getting bigger...even more muscular. I had always been skinny, so having even a bit of muscle growing on me was cause for celebration. Over the last few days, I had outgrown every pair of pajamas that I owned, and now stood at a height of 6 feet tall. It was a dream come true. For a short while, I let myself dream of being tall and athletic, perhaps like some of the jocks at school who got all of the girls. However, there were other changes... My hair had grown just a little past my shoulders and had become a golden blond color. My testicles had pulled up inside of my body so that there was no sign that they'd ever been there, and my johnson looked a little smaller than normal...and it had never been all that impressive to begin with. I was definitely worried by these changes. Just then, the doorbell started to ring. I groaned, trying to ignore the massive aches and pains that I still felt through my body so that I could get to my feet again. It wasn't easy. "Don't worry," my dad called from the kitchen where he was preparing dinner, "I'll get it." A minute later, Jessie came into the living room, surprising me a bit since I don't think that he'd ever been to my house before. He glanced around nervously, then stared at me. "You look," he paused for a moment, "different." "I feel like shit," I told him, my voice cracking as I said it. Jessie nodded, then gave me a sympathetic smile, "I remember what it felt like..." Then he looked embarrassed as he reached into his backpack and said, "I brought your homework... I know that you won't feel like doing it yet, but this way you won't be so far behind when you come back to school..." "Thanks," I told him weakly. I looked at Jessie and realized that the homework was partly an excuse. Like Toby, he wanted to see what was happening to me. People did tend to get really curious when they heard that someone was going through an extreme case of the Bug. Then again, since he'd gone through a bad case himself, he probably sympathized a good bit too. After a few seconds, I grunted and got to my feet, wincing from the aches in my bones and muscles. I was sure that this was what arthritis had to feel like, topped off with a full body charlie horse. Or at least that was how I'd come to think of the aches and cramps that I'd been suffering through for the last couple days. "Take a look at this," I said as I opened up the bathrobe I had borrowed from my dad and stood there in only the swim trunks that dad had brought me that morning. "I'm taller and I've got some muscles..." Admittedly, they weren't all that impressive, but I had enough to feel rather proud. "And look at my pecs..." Jessie stared at me for a moment, then his expression changed. He silently looked me over, his eyes taking in every detail. There was a strange, almost surprised look on his face as he did so. "Um..." Jessie finally said, looking a bit uncomfortable, "Those aren't muscles..." "What?" I blinked, flexing my arm though I didn't have enough energy to do a proper flexing. Still, I could see a little bit of definition. "Okay, I'm not the Hulk, but I'm not scrawny anymore either..." "No," Jessie shook his head, looking a bit feminine as he stood there with his hands on his hips. It was when he did things like this that I was reminded that he had once been Jessica. "On your chest... Those aren't pectoral muscles... Not exactly..." "What?" I blinked in confusion, sitting back down as it hurt a bit too much to keep standing. Jessie let out a feminine sigh of exasperation, "As a former girl, I can tell you that THOSE are breasts. They look about an A cup too..." I stared at Jessie in disbelief, then down at my chest. It was swelling out a bit on both sides, so I'd assumed that it was just more muscle growing in. But I had to admit, my nipples did look kind of big, and they were soft rather than hard like muscle... Still, they couldn't be... "I think you're turning into a girl," Jessie told me with a look of amazement. "No way," I protested with as much energy as I could muster, "Just because you had a sex change, that doesn't mean I am..." Jessie looked a little hurt at that and I immediately felt bad. I felt worse due to the fact that what he said made a certain sense when I thought about the other changes that I'd been worried about. "I...I can't be turning into a girl," I protested weakly, gesturing down at myself, "I'm getting taller and more muscles..." "Some girls are pretty tall," Jessie told me, giving me a gentle smile that was supposed to be reassuring. "Or maybe..." He looked me over again and went slightly pale. "What?" I asked. "Maybe you're going to be an anomaly," he told me quietly. I gulped at that pronouncement. Most of the time, when the Burke's Virus changed someone, it was pretty consistent. But occasionally, there were anomalies...situations when the changes were odd or out of contest to the rest of the person's body. Sometimes this meant extra body parts, like extra arms or breasts for a woman. But it could also mean things like a woman with a penis, a guy with breasts or someone with mixed genitals. These kinds of anomalies were pretty rare, and there were only a couple hundred in the entire country. "No way," I shook, my head vigorously, "I can't be... The odds are..." "Not good," Jessie finished for me with a frown. "But I guess you'll know for sure in a couple days..." "Just great," I groaned, shaking my head tiredly. I was already worried enough about what the Bug was doing do me, and now I had a few more things to worry about. I might be turning into a freak, or even worse...a girl. As if I wasn't enough of a social outcast before. "Just what I need..." "I've got to get going," Jessie told me, looking uncomfortable at the direction his visit had gone. "I've got to get home for dinner..." "Okay," I nodded, "Thanks for coming over..." After Jessie had left, I sat where I was for a minute, poking at the soft tissue of my chest and feeling uncertain. I gulped, then went to the kitchen where my dad was still working at dinner. "Dad," I asked him hesitantly, opening my bathrobe so that he could see my chest, "Do I look like I might be turning into a girl..." "Of course not," he started to say automatically. Then he paused to look me over, his expression changing just slightly. "Now that you mention it, you are beginning to look like a girl..." "Oh God," I groaned, turning and staggering back towards my bedroom. If that was how I was changing, I didn't want to be awake for the rest of it. *** I awoke with a groan, wincing from the morning sun in my eyes and the discomfort of having my feet stick out over the foot of my bed. But in spite of that, I remained where I was, relieved that I had I'd at least been able to have a full night's sleep. It had been my first since coming down with the Bug nearly a week earlier and it was more than welcome. A minute later, I let out another groan and sat up, shifting my weight off of my bed. My body still ached a bit, though not nearly so much as before. That was one of the main signs that I was nearly over the Bug, with the fact that I'd been able to sleep through the night being another. "Finally," I sighed, thankful that it was nearly over. After nearly a week of living Hell, I was grateful to feel even the least bit better. And from the way I felt, I had a feeling that I would be completely over the Bug by tomorrow. "I can't wait." However, I knew that I wouldn't be over the effects of the Bug tomorrow...or anytime soon. It had changed me...more than I ever could have imagined. When I looked at myself in the mirror, there wasn't anything of the old me left. When Jessie had visited me several days ago, she had been right. Within just one more day, there was no longer any denying that I was turning into a girl. It became more and more obvious with every passing hour. But my body continued to change in other ways as well. I continued to get taller, to get more muscular and my budding breasts swelled out into real monsters. "Definitely monsters," I muttered as I cupped them. They seemed absolutely enormous to me, especially since I wasn't used to having anything on my chest. But I didn't want to think about those at the moment. I frowned and reached to my nigh stand for my glasses, then paused as I was bringing them up to my face. When my vision had finally cleared the day before, I'd found that I no longer seemed to need my glasses. I could now see perfectly fine without them. Still, it was hard breaking a habit of so many years. "At least that's something I can really get used to," I said, looking at my glasses, "I'm not going to miss these things." After a moment, I remembered one other thing that I had been trying not to think about. When I had gone to bed the night before, my changes seemed to have pretty much finished, except for one small issue. And as I looked between my legs, seeing that it now looked completely female down there, I knew that the changes were finished. "Damn," I spat out, feeling a strange relief at the same time. It was nice to finally get the worry over what I was going to turn into off my chest. It was good to finally know. I was just happy that it was finally over. "Now I have a bunch of new problems to deal with..." I hesitated a moment, then put on my new bathrobe. Dad had bought it and a few other things for me yesterday when he'd seen that my transformation was nearly over and realized that I would need something to wear. However, there was no doubt that I was going to need a lot more. In fact, I didn't think that I had a single piece of clothing that really fit me anymore. With a scowl and a sense of determination, I went to the bathroom in order to face the inevitable. I knew that I would need to confront what I had changed into sometime, and the sooner the better. That didn't mean that I was all that pleased about it. As soon as I caught sight of myself in the bathroom mirror, I froze and stared. I had seen myself as I changed, including the night before when the changes were almost entirely completed. But then, I had been pretty overwhelmed by pain and exhaustion, so this was the first time that I could see what I looked like with a clear head. "Wow," I whispered, shaking a bit as I stood there. Of course, there was no trace of the old Lee Forrest in the mirror, but I had already known that. Instead, there was someone else, someone completely different. The reflection was that of a woman, an adult woman in her early to mid twenties. She was stunning, but also very unusual. "Damn," I shook my head, "I can't believe that's me..." While the Bug had been turning me into a girl, I had continued to grow bigger as well. As a result, I now stood at a height of 6 foot 6, which was 9 inches taller than when I'd started. I was also ripped, bursting with solid muscle that seemed as hard as rock. I hadn't really been able to appreciate just how strong I now felt until that moment. Until this morning, I had been too sore and tired to really notice any of that. I slowly ran a hand over my 6 pack abs and muttered, "Wow," not sure what else I could possibly say about that. But in spite of being so big and muscular, by some miracle I didn't look too bulky. When I was relaxed and not flexing, my muscles weren't nearly as noticeable, especially since I had a thin layer of fat over my body, which helped to hide them a little, as well as give me the sexy look and curves of a well-developed woman. I tried to remain as impartial and neutral as I could while examining my body, but it wasn't easy. I had long, well muscled but sexy legs. I had an unbelievable body with all the right curves. And my breasts were so big, round and firm as to be the most perfect pair that I had ever seen or even imagined. It looked as though gravity had never even touched them, which, since I had just gained them, actually was the case. My face was that of a strong yet beautiful woman, just old enough to have a hint of maturity and young enough to have an equal measure of innocence. The eyes, which stared out from that face were a striking crystal blue, and I now had waves of long, golden blonde hair cascading down my back. As I stared at my reflection in the mirror, I couldn't escape the feeling that I wasn't looking at a real woman. No real woman could possibly look like that. Instead, it was more like I was staring at some mythical Amazon from a fantasy story, or some super hero straight out of a comic book. "No wonder dad kept staring at me all day yesterday," I whispered, surprised that he hadn't stared even more. Then I suddenly wondered what my friends would say. I hadn't seen any of them since Jessie had come by a few days earlier. Of course, my dad said that they had all come by yesterday while I was in the middle of a nap, so none of them had been able to see me or just how much more I had changed. "Oh God," I gulped, worried about what they would say when they saw me. The very thought was frightening. I didn't know what I would say to them. It wasn't every day that you turned into someone so completely different. The only one of them who would have any idea of what I was feeling was Jessie. "What am I going to do?" I frowned and absently reached up to adjust my glasses in an old nervous habit. But since I was no longer wearing glasses, it did little good and I was forced to bring my hand back down without that faint comfort of habit. "One thing at a time," I tried to reassure myself. "Just take things one thing at a time..." I took a deep breath, reminding myself that millions of people go through changes from the Burke's Virus every year. It wasn't like I was the only one to ever go through something like that. In fact, there were even other people in my class who had, including Jessie. That reminder gave me some comfort. A minute later, I turned my attention back to business, specifically, the business of relieving myself. I winced as I sat down on the toilet, which seemed so much smaller than normal and which groaned under my weight. I was half afraid that it might actually break on me, though fortunately it didn't. Then I had to worry about my new plumbing, hoping that it would work right, though to my relief it all worked about the same as before, giving me the same results. "So I won't be able to stand and pee anymore," I muttered to myself, "That's not too big a loss..." I took one more look in the mirror, then decided to get some breakfast. My dad was in the living room, working on his computer as I walked past. He watched me silently for a moment before getting up and going to the kitchen with me. "Are you feeling all right?" my dad asked with a concerned expression. When I looked at my dad, I was a bit stunned to realize just how short he now seemed to me. He was 5 foot 10 and had always been an inch taller than me, though now I towered over him by a full 8 inches. Since I'd spent so much time sitting down or in bed during my changes, this was the first time that I'd really noticed our new height difference. "Just a little sore," I told him weakly, "But I'm feeling a lot better..." My dad smiled up at me, obviously a bit uncomfortable with the changes. After all, I was not only a lot bigger than him now, but a girl at that. He probably didn't know what to make of the new me or how to how to treat me. "Boy, I'm hungry," I said to change the subject. I gulped down a glass of that nasty tasting bug juice, thankful that I wouldn't need it any more since I was done changing. In fact, that was probably going to be my last glass, which improved my mood a great deal. "Let me make breakfast," my dad offered, already pulling the eggs out of the fridge. My dad always made good omelets, so I was more than glad to let him cook. Normally, I could barely finish off a single one of his omelets, but this time I was so hungry that I ate two of them, along with some bacon and toast. I could barely believe how much I ate, or the fact that I didn't feel stuffed. "I guess I have a bigger stomach now," I gave him an embarrassed grin. Dad just nodded and pushed his own plate away, giving me a steady look for a moment before saying, "We've got a lot to do today. You'll need a lot of new clothes and supplies, and I've already scheduled a doctor's appointment at one." "I don't need a doctor," I protested weakly, "I feel fine..." He raised an eyebrow at that, then told me, "We just want to make sure that everything is all right..." I couldn't help but nod at that. To be honest, I was kind of worried what the Bug had done to me too. After we had finished cleaning the kitchen and talking about what we had planned for the day, I decided to take a nice hot shower. I hadn't taken one since coming down with the Burke's Virus, so it was definitely about time for it. All of the aches and pains that I'd been feeling due to the Bug had been fading pretty fast, and as soon as I stepped under the hot water, they faded even faster. I gasped in pleasure at the hot water, and just how nice it felt against my skin. And the way it felt against my nipples... VERY nice. Unfortunately, the showerhead seemed kind of low to me now so I had to hunch over to get the water, and the whole tub seemed a lot smaller. As a result, I started feeling a little claustrophobic and cut my shower short. "I never imagined being tall could be so annoying," I muttered to myself, thinking about the small shower, and the fact that my own bed was now too short for me to really sleep in. And of course, my new height and dimensions threw my balance completely off and left me a bit awkward and clumsy. There was no doubt that it might take some time to get used to this. A few minutes later, I discovered yet another problem. My hair was soaking wet, and no matter how much I used the towel on it, it didn't seem to get much dryer. My dad listened to me complain about my hair for a minute, then mused, "Hairdryer," as he wrote it down on the notepad he'd been using to list everything that I was going to need. The pad was quickly getting longer and I could almost see the pain in my dad's eyes as he thought about what this would do to his wallet. Then it came time to really get dressed and I looked through all of the clothes that dad had bought for me the day before. It was a good thing that he hadn't bought me many, because none of them was exactly a great fit. The only underwear I had were a couple pairs of extra large boxer shorts, which would cover my lower half but do nothing for my upper. I might be completely new to the girl thing, but even I knew that a pair of knockers as big as mine would need some kind of support. "Let's see," I grimaced as I put on the rest of the clothes, which consisted of a pair of very large sandals, which pinched my feet, some shorts and a sweater. They were all anything but fashionable, but I figured that they would at least give me something to wear out of the house. "Not like I can go out in a bath robe..." When we were finally ready to go, I squeezed into dad's car and we drove across town to a big and tall store. It was huge, a warehouse just filled with clothes for people who were too big to wear most standard sized clothes. It was a bit strange to realize that from now on, I might have to do all of my clothes shopping from places like that. There was a salesman who was just a little taller than me, who helped me find some clothes that would fit me. I was amazed that they'd have any clothes for a girl who was six and a half feet tall, but they did. And he even pulled out a catalog so that we could order even more. By the time we left, I was wearing a pair of blue jeans and a sweater that fit fairly comfortably. I would have preferred wearing one of the T- shirts we bought, but I still didn't have a bra so my nipples would have been just a little too obvious. Next came the shoe store, which had what I needed, and then the lingerie store. I gulped as we went in, immediately feeling self- conscious. I glanced down at my generous chest, blushing a bright red as I looked around. But from the look on my dad's face, I wasn't the only one feeling a little uncomfortable there. "Let me guess," a busty sales lady came up to me with a grin, "You've recently gone through the Burke's Virus and you need some new garments." "How'd you know?" I asked in surprise. The sales woman just laughed, "You looked pretty uncertain while standing there... If you don't mind my asking, how big were you before?" I looked down at my chest and blushed an even brighter red, "Um... I don't really know the sizes... I've never worn a bra or anything before..." "Really?" she blinked in surprise, which she quickly covered up. However, she still gave me a curious look, perhaps wondering if I'd just been some flat-chested woman, or maybe a girl who hadn't developed yet. "I'm..." I started, then paused to mutter, "I was a boy..." I couldn't even bring myself to look at her as I said it. I only stared at the floor, feeling pretty embarrassed. "Really?" she gasped, then added, "We had a woman come in here last month with the same problem. She had been a man just a week before and didn't have a clue about her size. If you'd like, I can give you a quick lesson on female undergarments and how they're sized, but I'm afraid that we don't have anything in your size. You'll probably have yours special ordered..." "Just great," I groaned, feeling even worse. I looked at dad for help, or at the very least, some moral support. But the look he gave me said, 'you're on your own'. So I let out a long sigh and went to the back with the sales lady, who gave me a short lesson about bras and cup sizes. Then she measured me and ordered a couple bras, which she said would be rush delivered by tomorrow. When dad saw how much those special order bras were going go cost, he momentarily went pale. Then he said, "Thank God my company insurance includes Burke's coverage... That should offset these expenses a little..." Still, insurance coverage or not, he wasn't very happy about paying for my panties and such, though at least he didn't really complain. As we left the store, my new packages in hand, my dad glanced at his watch and said, "I think we have time for lunch before your doctor's appointment..." "Sounds good to me," I grinned, relieved to be able to think about something other than the unmentionables that I had just been surrounded with. And I was beginning to get hungry again. Just as soon as I stepped into the burger join a few minutes later, everyone inside froze and stared at me. I cringed self-consciously, feeling a bit uncomfortable with the way they were all staring. Nearly everyone had looks of amazement at my size, though every guy in the place had an expression of lust...and envy as they looked at my dad. It embarrassed me further to realize that they thought me and my dad were an item. "Ugh," I grimaced, not used to this kind of attention and not having any idea of what to do. For my entire life, I had been the kid that no one noticed, that everyone ignored. I had long since grown used to being nearly invisible. But now, all of a sudden I was anything but. Everything about me stood out to an amazing degree. I was tall, muscular and a gorgeous woman with big knockers... How could anyone NOT notice me now? I didn't think that I could be invisible now if I tried. "It's okay," my dad gently reassured me with a worried expression. "Just ignore them..." Nearly everyone went back to what they were doing, pretending that they didn't notice me. But I was well aware of the brief glances that many of the restaurant patrons kept sneaking. Still, I did my best to follow my dad's suggestion and ignore them, though it wasn't easy. And once I had my meal, we sat down in the back corner, just out of plain sight so that we could have a little privacy. "This is weird," I told dad, "The way those guys were looking at me..." I shook my head, never having imagined that guys would stare at me like that. Of course, I'd gotten a few looks like that since leaving the house, but this time there were a bunch of people, all at once. It had been so embarrassing. "I know it's difficult," my dad told me with a frown, "But there's not much you can do except ignore it." I nodded at that, looking at my dad and noticing the strange, thoughtful look in his eyes. I suddenly realized that this whole situation had to be reminding him of mom and how people had treated her right after she'd been changed by the Bug. I remembered the way that guys were suddenly drooling all over her, and how much she'd enjoyed having all that attention on her for once. I frowned but ate my burger without saying anything. What could I say? Dad had to be pretty shaken up about the way everyone was staring at me, but he was trying hard to be supportive and not show it. That made me feel just a little better. "You sure are wolfing it down," my dad pointed out after a minute, gesturing to my empty place. "Yeah," I smiled weakly, "I guess my appetite got bigger too." Of course, I'd already noticed that during breakfast. Dad shrugged, "Bigger body. Bigger stomach. Bigger appetite. It makes sense. In fact, I think I'd be worried if you only ate as much as you used to." Then he glanced at his watch and told me, "I guess I'd better hurry up to so we're not late for your appointment." When we arrived at the doctors office for my appointment, the doctor was already set up and waiting for us. Dr. Brennan was the same doctor that we'd used for years, and he looked the same as he did the last time I'd seen him, with one exception. Then, he had still been fighting his baldness with a bad comb over, though now he seemed to have given up the fight and shaved his head bare. That made his bushy red beard stand out all the more. "I keep hoping I'll catch the Burke's Virus and grow my hair back," Dr. Brennan chuckled when my dad mentioned his shaved head. "But until then..." "I'll wish you luck," dad grinned. Dr. Brennan finally turned his attention to me, saying, "Well Lee, it looks like you had a bad case of the Bug." "Yeah," I muttered self-consciously. "If your father hadn't told me that it was you," he smiled gently, "I never would have recognized you. Are you feeling better?" "Yeah," I nodded, "I'm not hurting or feeling sick anymore." "But I would imagine that you feel quite strange," Dr. Brennan said. "It's quite common after such an extreme change. In fact, I would be a little concerned if you didn't feel strange at first." I just nodded at that and squirmed a little uncomfortably in my seat. "You'd think they'd come up with a cure or something..." Dr. Brennan smiled gently, "Scientists are trying to develop a vaccine, though without much success from what I've heard." Then he gave me a serious look and said, "Okay, let's get started, shall we..." At this, the polite conversation turned into the medical examination that I'd come for. Dr. Brennan looked in my eyes, ears and throat, checked my pulse, took my blood pressure and all of the normal things that were done during a doctor's visit. Then he checked a few other things, including taking a sample of my blood. "If you'll leave for a few minutes so we might have some privacy," Dr. Brennan told my dad, who nodded and left the room. Then he said, "If you would like a woman present for this, I can call in Dr. Ascott from the next office..." "No," I squeaked out, feeling embarrassed enough about this as it was. I didn't want anyone else in there for the next part. After this came the truly horrible part of the examination. I cringed at the very thought, and the only thing that gave me the courage to go through with it was the realization that I was a lot bigger than Dr. Brennan and could stop him if he tried anything, even though I knew that he wouldn't. I undressed and he examined my whole body, checking out my breasts and even between my legs before finally letting me put my clothes back on. "Oh God," I grimaced, thinking about what had just been one of the most humiliating experiences of my entire life. It ranked up there with the time that someone shoved me into the cafeteria garbage can because he'd caught me looking at his girlfriend. That was one of the times that I'd wished to be more invisible, while this was another. Once my dad was back in the room. Dr. Brennan stated, "It seems that you are now a perfectly healthy young woman." My dad frowned slightly, then hesitantly asked, "You said that he...that Lee really is female now... Does this mean that he...that Lee will have periods and can get pregnant?" I groaned at that, knowing that my dad would have to be the one to get to the heart of the matter. Those were questions that was curious about myself, but not about to ask. I was afraid of what the answers would be. "I can't say for certain until she sees a gynecologist for a thorough pelvic exam," Dr. Brennan frowned, "But since the Burke's Virus tends to be quite consistent in it's transformations, I can be very confident in saying yes." "Just great," I groaned, shuddering at the very thought of being a mother, or even of having a period. The very thought was just...nasty. I was a guy... Or at least I was inside, so this wasn't something that I was ever supposed to have been forced to deal with. "At least," I gave a weak smile, "I can hope that I catch the Bug again and change back into a guy..." "I'm sorry to disappoint you," Dr. Brennan told me, "but the Burke's Virus doesn't work like that. Recent studies have shown that once the virus changes a part of you, it is extremely rare that it will ever change that part of you again. It's as though the changed parts gain some immunity to the virus, or at least to further changes. The same study shows that people who go through extreme transformations such as your own, almost never go through any significant changes again." He frowned and shook his head, "You can catch the virus again, but it's unlikely that it will cause any further changes, or at least any that are very noticeable." "Oh," I squeaked out, feeling as though my heart were jumping into my throat. The full impact of what he'd just told me registered almost immediately. Before, there had been some hope, even if only in the back of my mind, that since the Bug had changed me, that it might very well decide to change me back. "So...I'm stuck like this? For the rest of my life?" Dr. Brennan didn't say anything, but he didn't have to either. The look on his face was confirmation enough. I was a girl...a giant, Amazon woman for the rest of my life. I staggered a little and gulped, not sure what to do...what to think. And while I was just sitting there, trying to absorb this, my dad gave me a sympathetic look and put his hand on mine. After a moment, dad turned to Dr. Brennan and said, "I've noticed his...her unusual size... Is Lee an anomaly?" I immediately looked back at Dr. Brennan, wondering that very thing myself. Dr. Brennan stared at me for a moment, giving me a speculative look before answering, "Not quite. Lee's physique is very unusual, but there are numerous women of significant height and muscularity." He looked at me, "You could be considered borderline, but you are not an anomaly." I just nodded at that, feeling a faint relief that I wasn't an anomaly. After all, to be labeled as an 'anomaly' would have been like being officially labeled as a freak. As it was, I was odd enough that I didn't need that extra label. "What I want you to do," Dr. Brennan told me, "Is to make an appointment for a complete gynecological exam." He handed my dad a business card, "There's a specialist just down the hall. I assure you that Dr. Kincaid is very professional." "Thank you," my dad responded looking less than enthused. "Just great," I grumbled, even less enthused about my dad. He was probably worried about the bill, and the fact that he had just lost his son. I was the one who was going to have to go through what Jessie had once described to me as absolute torture, and the one thing he missed the least about his old life. "I would also recommend counseling," the doctor handed my dad another business card. "These people help Burke's Virus transformees to adapt to their altered selves. And they can teach you the things that you'll need to know as a woman." All that I could say to that was, "Oh." I wasn't much more enthusiastic about this counseling thing than I was about going to see a gynecologist. "Is there anything else?" dad asked after a moment, looking at the cards that Dr. Brennan had given him. "No," the doctor shook his head, "She seems to be perfectly health." "Thank you," my dad told him, while I just grunted, "I'll see you later." As we were leaving the office, Dr. Brennan told me, "Things will work out. People adjust to new bodies all the time." However, that didn't really make me feel any better at the moment. *** I leaned back on the couch, letting out a long sigh. It had been a busy day and I was glad to be back home where I could relax, and not be stared at by people. The kind of attention that my new body drew was one of the most uncomfortable things about my transformation. With a slight frown, I absently flipped my new ID card between my fingers. Dad and I had stopped by the licensing department right after seeing Dr. Brennan, where he proved my identity with all those pictures we took of my transformation. After an hour of paperwork and such, they issued me an ID card, which was clearly marked to say that in spite of my appearance, I was still a minor. "Too bad I don't have a drivers license yet," I sighed. Of course, if I did, it would be marked just like my new ID, so that I still couldn't go into bars or buy alcohol. They were pretty strict about checking people's ID anymore, ever since the Bug had first appeared and made it difficult to judge people by appearances. "It's not like this thing does me a lot of good..." I held the ID up and stared at the picture of me on the front, and all of my new statistics such as height, weight and eye color. It was so different from what I was used to that I had a hard time associating any of that to me. In fact, the only things on the ID that were recognizable were my name and home address. Dad had even tried talking me into changing my name, into taking an alter name. "Like I'm really going to call myself Leanne," I muttered, thinking of the new girl name that he had suggested. Fortunately, Lee was neutral enough that I figured I could still use it. After all, I had so many new things to get used to that I didn't want to have to add my own name to the list as well. "Lee works perfectly fine..." The last was said in a tone of defiance. "Are you still sitting there?" my dad asked as he stepped into the room and gave me a disapproving look. "You can't hide in the house forever, you know." "I was just thinking of doing my homework," I lied. "I have to get caught up before I go back to school..." "You won't have to go back for a couple days yet," my dad told me with a faint smile, "I think that you can take care of the school work tomorrow. Go on, get out of the house." "But we just got back an hour ago," I protested. But it was obvious that my dad had already made up his mind. He stood there with his arms crossed and a stubborn expression on his face, "Maybe, but you need to go out and have some fun. Go on..." He handed me a twenty dollar bill, "I don't want to see you back in here for at least an hour..." I groaned but knew that he had me. There was no way that I was going to turn down twenty bucks just for leaving the house for a bit. So I took the money and left, glancing at my watch so I would know when it was safe to come back. "Now what do I do?" I muttered. It wasn't like I went out and did a lot of things before I'd caught the Bug. "Maybe I can stop at the book store..." After a moment, I suddenly had it. I could go to Freddy's, which was a local restaurant that catered to teenagers. The food wasn't the greatest, but they had a bunch of really cool video games set up. In fact, they prided themselves on having some of the latest and most popular, which dew a lot of kids there after school to compete against each other. And considering the time, and which day it was, there was a decent chance that some of my friends might be there. "Would that be good luck or bad?" I asked myself, not sure if I was ready to see my friends yet. Hell, I didn't think that I was ready to see anybody from school yet, but I was already on my way before that thought occurred to me. When I arrived at Freddy's a short while later, I was relieved to find that it wasn't nearly as full as I'd begun to fear. In fact, it was fairly quiet. I glanced to the table, which seemed to be perpetually reserved for the popular kids, and there were a couple of people sitting there. Then I looked around at the other tables, finally spotting the one that I was looking for. "Oh shit," I muttered, staring at Jessie, Toby and Edgar, who were all finishing off a pizza. My heart jumped and I thought about turning around and immediately running out of the place. I wasn't ready to face them yet. I wasn't ready to show them what I'd turned into. Then I took a deep breath and muttered, "Don't freak out..." I remained where I was for a minute, well aware that everyone was beginning to stare at me again. Of course, how could they not? I was not only a gorgeous woman with big knockers, but a very tall and athletic looking one at that. It would have been almost impossible for them not to notice me. But knowing this and feeling comfortable with it were two different things. I absently reached up to adjust my glasses, which were no longer there, then slowly went forward. As I got closer to the table that my friends were sitting at, I could overhear them talking about me, about how they wondered how I'd changed and about how they were planning on visiting me once they left Freddy's. My heart beat louder and louder with each step and I had to fight the urge to just turn around and leave. "You guys about ready to go see Lee?" Toby asked the other two. I stopped in front of their table, gulped and said, "There's no need for that." All three of them froze and looked at me in surprise, with Toby and Edgar staring at my prominent chest. Jessie stared at me as well, but with a more speculative look on his face. "I'm right here," I told them, trying to look confident and not show how nervous I felt. What if they didn't like me like this? What if they left me, just like my mom had? But I wouldn't know unless I told them. Jessie's expression suddenly became one of satisfaction at having guessed right. "Lee?" he asked, "Is that really you?" I nodded self-consciously, unable to bring myself to look my friends in the eye. I stared at the tabletop for a moment before finally looking at them. They were all staring at me, their expressions ones of complete amazement. "Lee?" Toby gasped, "Holy shit... Man the Bug got you good..." I just stood where I was so that they could get a good look at me. At the same time, I was becoming more aware of just how short they all seemed to me now. I had always been the shortest one of our little group of Invisibles, but that was obviously no longer the case. After a moment, I sat down, giving them all a weak smile. "Wow," Jessie exclaimed, "You look amazing..." "No shit," Toby echoed, staring at me in complete amazement. Jessie was the only one of my three friends who wasn't staring at me in lust and looking like he wanted to jump me, but he was gay. But even so, I could see the look of awe and admiration in his eyes. There were a few seconds of uncomfortable silence before I realized something else. They were intimidated by me. I was stunned to realize that, but knew that I should have earlier. After all, I was not only a lot bigger than any of them, but was a gorgeous woman with big knockers, who looked like an adult. Any of those three things was enough to intimidate most teenage boys, and all three of them together... I had little doubt that if I'd run into someone who looked like I did now, before I had changed, I would have been pretty damn intimidated too. "This is pretty weird for me," I broke the silence, smiling nervously. "I mean..." I gestured down at myself, then shaking my head. Edgar finally tore his eyes away from my chest long enough to ask, "Can I touch them?" "No," I snapped back, blushing brightly, "Get a pair of your own." Jessie and Toby both started laughing at that, then Toby pointed out, "He already has a pair. I mean, look at those man boobs..." "Watch it," Edgar glared at him, then gave a weak chuckle. The tension seemed to have broken and I let out a sigh of relief. They weren't immediately turning on me, kicking me out of the group and calling me some sort of freak. I was thankful, but realized that my friends weren't the type to do that in the first place. "So," Jessie asked, "What alter name are you using?" "I don't have one," I answered. "I figured that Lee would still work." "It should," Toby teased me, "I always thought it was a girlie name anyway..." "Did you know," Jessie smiled, "I heard that Amanda is the most popular alter name used by guys who turn female? I guess they like the pun." "What pun?" Edgar asked with a blank look. Toby just rolled his eyes. "A...man...duh" Jessie giggled a little at that while I snickered. Edgar stuck his tongue out at Toby and it seemed just like everything was normal. "So, what's it like?" Toby asked me. "I mean...damn... You look..." He shook his head. "Weird," I muttered, "Very weird. I don't think I'll ever get used to this." "You will," Jessie told me with a sad expression. "Trust me." "You look like an adult," Edgar said. "I bet you could get into bars now..." "No," I shook my head, "My ID still says that I'm a minor." "You are pretty lucky," Jessie sighed, a look of envy on her face as she obviously thought about all that she had lost. There was no doubt that she would have much rather come out looking more like I did. "I mean, it could have been worse..." "Yeah," Edgar grinned, "You could have come out looking like Toby..." Toby glared at Edgar and added, "Or him..." After this, I ordered a banana split and ate while we talked for the next hour or so. I told them what I'd been doing all day, skipping over my visit to the lingerie store, and tried explaining what it was like to suddenly become so completely different. However, Jessie was the only one who understood what I was going through and he kept nodded knowingly. When we finally left Freddy's, Jessie pulled me aside and gave me a sympathetic look. "If you need anything," he told me "If you have any questions about being a girl or if you need help with anything, I'm here for you. I know there's a lot you'll have to learn and get used to...and I want to help." He paused, looking teary eyed, "You guys were there for me when..." H