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Synergy (A MORFS Universe Story)
by: Shrike
Synopsis: It's 2041, people, especially teens are now faced with the
possibility of many strange changes induced by the MORFS virus.
What happens as a boy with a serious disease, who has a purist
for a father, goes through his MORFS. Watch as his whole world
shatters and changes.
"He Brent"
I automatically looked up hearing my name. As I did, I scowled at the one
calling me, I already recognized the voice, as it had a distinctive
hissing sound. I didn't want to talk to him, not because I didn't like
him, but because he was a hybrid MORF. Last year I would have talked to
Marsha Iverson as a normal person, if I could get a girl talking to me
that is.
But since she got MORFS, she changed into a boy who called himself Martin
and I would not talk to him anymore. Not because I was repulsed at the
hybrid he had become, which in this case, was a person with traits from a
snake. By that, I mean his head was elongated, with poisonous fangs and a
forked tongue and his skin was like that of a snake.
I did not want to talk to him anymore because if I did, my little sister
would tell my dad, and I was afraid of him. Dad is a confirmed Purist and
is always ranting about the evil of morfed people. He had pulled my sister
Isabel into those beliefs and now she hates them with the same conviction
that he does.
Me? I'm more like my mother. We don't care much what people look like. We
care more about how they are inside and treat others. And Martin is still
a kind person, despite all the negative shit he got dumped all over him
after his change.
"Brent, can I borrow your notes on your science project?"
'Man, why can't he just see the signs clearly if someone doesn't want to
talk to him?'
He still kept asking me. "I'm doing a project this summer to get my grades
up and it is related to your past project."
"No Snake, I can't help you." There I'd said it. Maybe I shouldn't have
called him Snake, but Martin. But everyone else already calls him Snake,
so I just did the same. I sneaked a look at him. Though it was hard to
tell with his snakelike eyes, I thought I saw disappointment in his eyes.
"Leave me alone," and I turned away from him.
I could almost feel that he wanted to ask me why I was such a jerk and not
help him, but he didn't say it out loud. Hell, even I felt like a
shithead. I did vow to myself to make it up to him and give him the help
he wanted. But not right now. I would wait till I got to my secure
computer tablet and sent it to him anonymously.
As I walked out of the school building towards the freedom of summer
vacation, my little sister stepped up to me. "What did that reptile want
from you?"
"I don't really know, Sis. You know I don't talk to that kind."
She snorted and answered, "I thought I heard you say something back."
"Well I didn't, and if you tell Dad that I did, I'll tell him that I saw
you talking to the monkey sisters."
I said that referring to two girls that had morfed not too long ago and
now looked like orangutangs. They do look kinda cute with their orange
hair all over, and people always make the mistake of either seeing them as
cuddly playthings or taunting them. But I know they are much stronger now,
and could break a person into two if they really wanted to. Fortunately
the sisters had always been kind, and most people were friendly towards
them. Not my sister though. Isabel heeded my warning fortunately, because
I would never blab anything to Dad. I'm not like my little sister, who is
my father's pet, because she is healthy where I am not. Mom did give me a
little preference to counter Dad, but still Isabel could always get away
with more than me.
The walk home left me wheezing and gasping for air as usual. The asthma is
a symptom of my disease. Other symptoms are my short stature, special diet
and other more disgusting things. The doctors and government manage to
cure more and more diseases every time, but still hadn't come up with
something to cure what ailed me. My disease is called Cystic Fibrosis.
Sure they had come up with medicines to prolong our lives, but still it
was only relieving the symptoms, and not curing the disease it self.
"Hi, Mom, I'm home. Can I have my dinner in my room please?"
Mom stuck her head out of the kitchen. "Don't feel like eating with us
again?"
"I only eat the bar, and have to look at you eating all that delicious
looking stuff? I really don't want to, Mom."
Mom sighed, "OK then, but do come down a little later, we don't want you
to close yourself off totally."
I grabbed my diet bar, in essence it was just like the energy bar that
people got for dealing with MORFS, but it was smaller, and inside it,
there were concentrated vitamins and such to make sure I got all the
healthy things my body needed. This was a great advantage over past
medicine. Then, people like me had to eat a lot to get the nutrients, and
left a big pile after going to the toilet. The downside was that the bar
tasted just as bad as the energy bar for MORFS, and I had to eat them
forever, instead of just a few days while morfing. I just started munching
on the thing, I didn't notice the bad taste that much anymore, especially
when I was busy.
I logged in to the internet with the "Tanpa" login that I used to be
anonymous. I noticed that Snake was already online, and began a
conversation with him. I told him that I was witness to his question to
Brent, and maybe could help him. Snake was suspicious that he hadn't seen
or noticed me there, but I managed to tell him that I wasn't noticeable. I
collected all my data that he needed and sent it to him. Snake asked me
when he could meet me and thank me in person. I told him that I didn't
want that just yet, that I was too shy to meet with anyone in person.
We chatted a little longer before I logged off and went down to be with my
family. It wasn't a pleasant evening again, as all my dad did was get
riled at morfed persons and ranting about how they should all be locked
away. Isabel wasn't much fun either, she always tried to badger me and get
what she wanted. I just kept quiet and to my self, watching a little TV.
It was vacation time now, so I could sleep late, which I promptly did,
starting to tinker with my projects in the shed once I finally did get up.
I was trying to make a hover board of some kind, but the power needed was
still out of my reach. In the meantime, I just finished repairing my
reclining bicycle. It was my favorite way to go out and keep my ailing
body into some kind of shape.
I had a great time, no one to bother me, my sister was off playing with
her friends, and Mom only interrupted me sometimes with something to
drink. That night I went to bed early again, feeling just good.
The next morning, I wasn't feeling so good anymore. I wanted to lay there
and just die. Man, did I feel sick! Then suddenly I had to get up. I
needed to throw up in a hurry. I went to the toilet and made it just in
time to avoid making a big mess.
Mom was the first to notice I was puking my guts out, and soon came to me,
asking what was wrong.
"I don't know Mom, I just feel so sick this morning."
Isabel joined us in the bathroom, saying, "Eew, gross. I don't want to go
to the toilet here anymore."
Soon she went out to her girlfriend's leaving me alone with Mom, as Dad
already had left for work. Mom helped me clean the toilet before taking me
to see our doctor.
I felt even sicker going into the doctor's office. Doc Kopan greeted us,
and started to poke and prod me. Then she sent some samples to the lab and
had us waiting for a while. I had to go to the toilet a few times to throw
up some more before we were invited in again to hear the outcome.
Doc Kopan put on a serious face. "The results came back positive for
MORFS." I was mortified! How could I have MORFS? My dad always prided
himself on having such pure blood. And my mom never had it either.
Mom didn't believe it either. "Are you sure? Both my husband and I are not
prone to MORFS."
"There is no doubt. How Brent got it, I'm not sure, but he has it
alright."
In a daze, we accepted the prescriptions, and at the pharmacy, the energy
packs and the pills.
Quietly Mom drove us home, when in my befuddled mind, a terrifying thought
emerged. "Mom, what will Dad say? You know how he thinks about MORFS."
"I know Honey. I have been thinking about it a lot already. I really don't
know what will happen."
Soon we reached home and she put me to bed with all the medications. I
fell asleep within moments and did not wake up till the next morning. I
woke up feeling dirty and smelly. Some kind of grime clung to my skin. I
heard voices, and they became louder.
"No way that boy is mine! If he was, then he wouldn't turn into a freak."
'Great, Dad is on a rampage again.'
"Lars, there are lots of people that get MORFS because they catch the flu
that makes it active these days. No one can say for sure that anyone is
immune, because almost everyone has the latent DNA."
They moved away I think, as the voices got softer. I couldn't hear them
well enough anymore to hear what they were saying. Besides, I had other
things to do. I had to get to the toilet in a hurry. After relieving
myself, I went back to my room and found Mom waiting for me.
"Dad's on his warpath again, right?."
"Yes. He is threatening to report you to a government agency or the purist
movement. Isabel went with him. Now please gather some of the things you
want to keep."
"Are we going somewhere, Mom?"
"I'm afraid of what your father will do, so we are leaving here. We
already signed our divorce papers. Yesterday I transferred all my money to
a new account, so we will leave now."
"But I'm still changing, Mom. What if something goes wrong with my
changes?"
"We will see. If that happens, I can find a hospital on our way. Please
hurry, I want us to go as soon as possible."
I still felt like shit, but I had to get my stuff together. Mom went out
to rent a car while I searched my belongings so I could sort it down to
what I wanted to keep. Soon I had two boxes with clothes, my laptop and
some other things I didn't want to leave behind. As I finished that, I
felt so very tired. Shit I forgot to take my energy bar. I munched one of
my regular ones and the extra one from the prescription and felt a little
better. When Mom returned, we struggled for a while getting all our things
into the compact car. I settled into the rear with a sleeping pill, while
my Mom started driving. I didn't see much of the trip, as I was mostly
sleeping or going to some toilet in a motel or gas station. I was mostly
out of it, and Mom helped me go to the toilet and cleaned up after me.
Finally I woke up feeling really good. I opened my eyes slowly and saw an
unfamiliar room. I guessed we were in a motel or hotel room. I could make
out two beds, and a door to another room. I needed to go to the toilet
again and hurried towards the door, barely noticing a weight pulling my
head backwards or a jiggling on my chest. I opened the door and as I
started to turn and sit down, I noticed that I had brushed against a side
wall.
I knew it wasn't my back, and wondered how this could happen. Then it
hit me, there was something wrong in front as well. It felt empty down
below, and crowded on my chest. In near panic, I looked down, my view
obstructed by something tenting my shirt. I pulled my shirt to the front,
suddenly noticing that a lot of long hair fell in front of my head.
First things first, I looked down under my shirt collar and saw a nice set
of breasts, 'Well, they'd be nice if they were on some girl, not on me.'
As I looked up again, I brushed my long hair to the back. 'Where did all
this hair come from?' I noticed a mirror on the wall and with dread looked
at my image and saw a scared looking girl mimicking my every move. She had
quite a beautiful face, with strange looking eyes and very long deep black
hair hanging down her back and front. The shirt tented with substantial
breasts, and downwards I could make out the outline and hairs of a female
vagina.
Then I noticed something odd swishing behind her back. 'Is that a tail?' I
didn't believe what my eyes told me and turned my upper body to look
behind me. Sure enough, there was a nice tail covered with fine black hair
attached to my behind. That was it. My head started spinning and I fell
down into a black abyss.
"Brent! Wake up, please."
'Huh, what happened?' Mom was shaking me, asking me to wake up. Then I
remembered ... 'Shit, I fainted.'
"Brent, are you alright? What happened to you?"
"Mom?" I managed to squeak out.
'Shit, was that my voice? It sounded just like a girl.'
"Honey, what happened? Did you hit your head on something?"
"I woke up, had to go to the toilet and felt something behind me, I looked
up in the mirror and saw that I look like a girl now, with a tail, no
less."
"I know honey, I already saw the changes. I just went out to buy something
to wear for you and look for a place to live."
"What do you mean, something to wear, Mom?"
"You need a whole new wardrobe, Honey. You're a girl now, and I seriously
doubt any of your old clothes will fit. So I already bought some
necessities for you. Tomorrow we will go out shopping."
'Great, going shopping with Mom. That means lots of trying on, walking,
matching colors and more. Not something to look forward to.'
"Here, Honey, let me help you up. Did you already go to the toilet?"
Now that she mentioned it, I didn't. And it's becoming a pressing matter.
"I haven't, Mom. Can you excuse me?"
"Sure, Honey, but don't forget to wipe all afterwards. Remember, you're a
girl now."
'Man. I didn't need that, pointing out the obvious to me. Still, I know
she means well.' I sat down, and as I relieved myself, thought about
myself now. I cleaned myself quite well and took a shower to remove the
last dirt on my body. Wow, does it feel like that to girls in a shower? My
skin is so much more sensitive.
I tried rubbing myself dry first, but the skin was too sensitive. So I
just patted it. My very long hair still contained lots of water, so I
wrung it and put a towel around it as I had sometimes seen my mom do.
Then I stood in front of the mirror again. My eyes locked on the mirror
image of them. I had now small slits. They looked just like cat eyes.
"Can I come in already, Honey?"
I opened the door and Mom came in carrying some clothes. As I stood next
to her, I noticed for the first time that I had grown a bit. I wasn't as
short as before, I could look straight into her eyes now.
"Honey, let me help you dry the fur on your tail and your long hair."
I just stood there as she blow-dried my hair while combing it out, and
then dried the hairs on my tail. That was so weird, I now had a tail and
didn't even flinch as Mom regarded it as something completely normal.
When I was dry, Mom helped me get dressed. 'Jeez, I've already dressed
myself for years, and now she has to help me again?' I did need some help
in figuring out how to put on the bra that she got me. It was a nice tight
fit and the support was nice, but still wearing a bra? Fortunately Mom
didn't buy me any dresses or skirts. I already balked at the clearly
feminine pants and blouse. The pants didn't fit well, my tail got in the
way. Mom had me take it off and asked me if I wanted a hole in the back or
that I wanted to wear my tail tugged between my legs towards the front. I
tried that, but though it wasn't really uncomfortable, it didn't feel
right also. I could do that sometimes though.
Mom had brought her sewing machine and kit with her and started teaching
me to use it. When I started to object, she responded, "You are a girl
now. You need to at least know the basics of sewing. Besides, with your
tail I think you need to know it, so you can later fix your own clothes to
fit you better."
I couldn't think of any objections to that, so I just shut up and followed
her instructions.
Afterwards she had a takeout dinner while I had another of my usual diet
bars and watched some TV before going to bed. As we watched the movie, Mom
became annoyed with my tail swishing in front of her. I hadn't even
noticed I was doing that. She grabbed my tail and put it on her lap,
absently stroking it.
Suddenly, she noticed a weird sound. At first she thought it came from the
TV, but then she realized that it was coming from me. "Brent, why are you
purring?"
I was startled out of watching the movie. "What do you mean? I don't
purr!"
"Yes you do." Mom stroked my tail some more on purpose, and without
wanting to, I started to make a low rumbling sound again.
I felt so embarrassed. With a quick yank, I forcefully pulled my tail back
towards me, hitting myself with it. Mom thought it was funny, and started
laughing. I felt even worse. Why was she laughing at me? My eyes began to
fill with tears as I started crying.
Mom noticed and gave me a hug. "It's okay, Honey. I'm sorry I laughed at
you. I thought it was so cute."
I quickly wiped my tears away, saying angrily, "I'm not cute!"
Mom chuckled, "Honey, you are cute, and beautiful too. That reminds me,
you need a new name. You're a girl now and Brent just isn't a girl's
name."
Startled, I thought about her words, for I hadn't even thought of that.
Then I sighed, "I'll think about it."
Later that night I had another strange experience. As I reached over to
flip the switch to turn off the light, the light bulb flashed brightly and
then died.
Mom asked, "What did you do, Honey?"
"I just reached for the switch, I didn't even flip it yet."
Mom noticed that I sounded distraught, and tried to calm me, "It's okay,
Honey, probably just an old bulb."
The next morning, bright and early, Mom took me to a nearby MORF center to
be checked out and cleared for school. I thought there would be a waiting
list for that kind of thing. Mom explained that she already made the
appointment days ago.
First I got a complete physical examination from a doctor. And I do mean
complete. I learned that some things about being a girl just suck. We told
the doctor that I had Cystic Fibrosis and asked what it did with me now.
The doctor tested me with the salt test and had my blood checked. When the
results came back, he said that I no longer had the disease. He expected
that either the change or the stage three cured me of it, and that I now
was a normal female teenager. Well, normal if you don't count the tail and
cat eyes.
Next stage was a session with a telepath. As we talked, I felt a pressure
inside my head, and pushed back to get rid of it. The telepath was very
surprised. He told me to relax and not resist that much. 'So I can block
him out?' He poked around in my head for a while, giving me a headache.
Then he retreated from my head. He told me that I had an extra power, but
he wasn't sure what.
I told him what happened the night before and he thought I might be an
elemental, or a converter. He gave me some fliers to read about that, and
dismissed me.
We were told to wait in a waiting room and after they called my name, a
secretary handed me a folder. Mom took it over from me and started
reading. After reading a little, she said, "It says here that you are not
cleared yet for school. They want to do some more tests later, before
clearing you. What did they find out, Honey?"
I was a little embarrassed, "I think the bulb dying was no accident, Mom.
They said I might be an elemental or a converter."
Mom looked a bit shocked. "So you have a superpower now?"
I just nodded.
"Well, that's okay, Honey." Then she looked at her watch. "We have to
hurry. I have an interview for a job."
It turned out that Mom had an interview at a school. She told me to get
something to eat in a nearby food court. I really looked forward to it.
Now, with my disease gone, I suddenly realized I could eat anything. No
more Diet bar for me. I ordered some salad and a burger together with a
soda. They tasted delicious to me. I'd never been able to eat anything
like this before. Now I could have it all.
Meanwhile, Mom was being grilled by the school administration to see if
she could fill a vacancy as a Gym teacher.
"Miss Naomi Landers, I see that you do have experience in the field, just
not recently, can you elaborate?"
Mom didn't flinch. "Sure, Mr. Biehner. I stopped working for a while to
take care of my children. I did, however, have another profession that I
kept up at the same time. Now the situation has changed somewhat. I just
divorced my husband, and have come to live here with my teenage daughter."
"I understand, do you think you can still do the job?"
"I did keep up taking some courses. I kept my first aid training current,
as well."
After filling in some more details, Mr. Biehner finally said, "Very well,
Miss Landers. You've got the job. How old is your daughter? Will she be
attending school here also?"
"If that is possible, then I would very much like to enroll her here in
school."
Mr. Biehner nodded, "For teachers here, there is a special rate and
acceptance, so that will not be a problem. But you must know that this
year we began to apply a strict dress code. We have issued a list to all
parents, describing the new dress code. We have been asked by the
government to do this as a test to see if this helps behavior, scores and
other things. We were chosen for the test because we are almost a private
school"
Then he gave Mom the dress code list which I would have to abide by.
I looked up to see Mom entering the food court, looking for me. When she
spotted me, and the empty plate before me, she asked with a mocking stern
voice, "How much did you have to eat, young lady?"
"Hi Mom, sorry to disappoint you. I only had a salad, burger and soda. I
didn't have fries or anything else. I really want to try them though.
Finally, I can eat the tasty good stuff."
"Well, watch what you eat, okay? I don't want you to spoil your nice
figure and see you turn into a blimp."
With a mock expression of innocence, I replied, "Yes, Mom. I will keep my
figure."
Mom went to the counter to order, and ordered a burger to go. When she had
it, she herded me back to the car, When we got in, she told me, "We still
have a lot to do today. I want to look at some houses, and then we still
have some shopping to do."
I groaned at the word shopping. I know that I would have to go shopping
more often now. Girls do like shopping. But I wasn't that kind of a girl
yet. Mom ate while driving us around and we looked at some apartments
before we came to a cozy little apartment that was big enough for us two,
while not being too crowded. It was on the 5th and top floor of the
building. We liked it and haggled the price down to what was acceptable.
We picked up our belongings from the motel and put everything in our new
home before setting out again to the shops.
End of part one, to be continued
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