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Ryan lay in bed once again. This was the third day in the last 4 weeks
that he was not feeling well enough to go to school. He didn't mind
missing school. What kid does? The relentless fever he felt however was
disconcerting. His pajamas were drenched as was his hair.
To say Ryan was stressed is the understatement of the year. He was
downright petrified. Looking at his mom and dad, he could see the sheer
concern on their faces as well. Even his little brother and sister knew
something was up.
The signs were there. The high fever that reoccurred every several days.
The fatigue that made him want to sleep non stop. The pain in the
abdomen that was faint but constant. As each episode transpired, the
need to find answers grew stronger.
"Ryan, I made an appointment with Dr. Monroe tomorrow morning. We need
to find out why you have not been feeling well lately."
"Mom, I'm fine...I've just been under the weather a little. It's going
to pass," he replied with a sense of desperation.
"I know sweety but we need to find out. Imagine how relieved you will be
when you find out that you are safe."
Ryan thought about how incredible it would be to find out that he was
not one of them. That all of his symptoms were just an odd coincidence.
That would be such a relief and a tremendous weight off his shoulders.
"Ok mom, I'll go"
His mom gave him a hug and let him rest. She tried to look strong in his
presence but on the ther side of his door she let her concern out as a
tear fell down her cheek. Her son was the epitomy of the all-American
boy. He was good looking, athletic and such a boy. Ryan was their pride
an joy. He led the high school football team as its quarterback and
dated the head cheerleader. He was a boy's boy and prided himself on
being the best at everything he did. Oh how their lives would change if
he was stricken. The possibilty made her shudder, but she had to know.
This suspense could not go on any longer.
The next day Ryan was feeling much better. His fever had subsided and he
felt like himself again.
"You know mom, I'm way better than I was yesterday. I think I would be
ok with not going to the doctors today."
"Ryan, we need to find out. It been happening too often for us to just
ignore. We need to do this."
Ryan knew his mom was right and silently agreed with a nod of his head.
"So Ryan, it seems that you have been having symptoms of high fever,
persperation, dull pains in the abdomen and exhaustion several times
recently. It could be a virus of some sort. Although rare, it is
possible to have a reoccuring illness." Dr Morgan explained.
Ryan felt a little at ease. It could be only a virus.
"With these symptons though, we need to run the GR-2 test which I'm sure
the both of you figured."
Ryan and his mother nodded their heads in agreement.
"Ok. Now I can't say I understand what you are going through but I can
tell you that by tomorrow you will know for sure where you are headed.
I'm going to send Nurse Leigh in to take the swab and we will contact
you as soon as we recieve the results."
"Thank you doctor," his mom replied.
Nurse Leigh entered the room and had Ryan open his mouth as she took a
swab sample from his inner cheek. Ryan noticed how she looked at him
with a sympathetic glance. It looked like a "poor-thing" or a "pity"
kind of face that she gave him. He wasn't used to people feeling sorry
for him.
Mother and son left the doctor's office both knowing that tomorrow would
shape the rest of Ryan's life one way or another. Both knew they would
not be sleeping that night.
"Let's go get some ice cream honey. It's going to be alright."
Part 2
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It was a restless night. Ryan drifted in and out of sleep. So much was
engulfing his thoughts. The results of the test meant either life as
usual or a a dramatic, world-altering change. There is no way that this
could happen to him. That kind of stuff happens to other people right?
Ryan saw the look on his mom and dad's faces as they sat in the waiting
room of the clinic. The concern was visible. He was glad his brother and
sister were not there. The whole idea of this was not only scary but
also incredibly embarrassing.
"How are you doing today Ryan?" the doctor asked.
"I'm feeling alot better than yesterday doctor"
"Well that's good. So we received the results back from the GR-2 test
and it's positive," the doctor clearly stated.
The oxygen seemed to get sucked out of the room and time stood still as
that word left the doctor's mouth. POSITIVE. Ryan couldn't breath...his
mind went blank...his body numb.
"It's not possible!" his dad shouted in disbelief. "How accurate is this
test?!?"
"Mr. and Mrs. Conway, the results are 100% accurate. I know how much of
a blow this must be for your family but..."
"Ryan is a star quarterback and is my boy! This cannot and will not
happen!" his dad interrupted.
"Ted, please calm down," said Ryan's mom. She too did not know what to
think. She knew this was a possibility but never did she think it happen
to them.
"We have counselors here to help you all transition through this. This
is going to be a very big change for not only you Ryan, but for all
those around you. You are going to need a support group." The doctor
explained, "I know how scared you must be, but you are not alone in
this. There are thousands out there with your same condition who go on
to lead very healthy and productive lives."
Ryan sat there motionless unable to comprehend what this all meant to
him. His mom rose and wrapped him in a big hug. This could not be
happening.
The next week was a whirlwind of counseling sessions for the family.
Ryan found out what would happen to him over the next three months. Gr-2
was the medical term for a genetic condition which afflicted boys in
their early to mid teens. For a still unknown reason, around 12% of the
population of males began to see these changes 11 years ago. Although
there has been a lot of light shed on the subject and acceptance has
become commonplace, there is still little known of the cause of the
change. What is known, however, is that a boy will undergo several
periods of high fever and tiredness followed by feminizing physical
changes. These changes vary from child to child but the end result is
always a genetic female.
Ryan heard everything that had to be said but there was no way that
these things could happen to him. He was strong, masculine and big-
willed. If anyone could win this battle it would be him.
He met another boy in a later stage of the condition which was
disturbing to say the least. The boy was so frail and thin and nothing
like him. He never considered himself a homophobe, but this other boy
was a plain sissy and the sight of him made Ryan angry. What really got
to him was the way this other boy seemed to be fine with and even
enjoyed the changes. His clothes were girl's clothes for the most part
and he even had a girl's voice and mannerisms...freak!
Ryan's father continued to deny that his some was stricken. He would
leave the room if the subject was even brought up.
Ryan's mom was the sensible one. She knew that her son would be going
through a rough time soon and she would have to be the strength. The
thought of losing her son was almost unbearable, but she tried to
rationalize all the other things that are far worse than his condition.
It seemed to work most of the time.
Jimmy, Ryan's 12 year old brother took every chance to tease his older
brother. He didn't quite fanthom that it was real.
Kristen, Ryan's 16 year old older sister was worried about how people
would treat them once the word got out that he was gr positive. Like any
teenage girl, she was concerned about her social standing.
As for Ryan, he was determined to beat this. He felt fine now and he
planned on keeping it that way. He chose not to tell his girlfriend or
any of his friends.
Things were fine for three weeks...then the first fever hit.
Ryan pried open his heavy lids. His vision was blurred as he tried to
focus his sight. Blinking several times and rubbing his eyes, he found
his surroundings slowly come into sharpness. Oh, it felt like he had
been hit by a truck. His whole body ached. His thoughts were a little
confused as he tried to think about what had happened to him to cause
such soreness. Suddenly it snapped! His first fever had hit...he quickly
sat up and surveyed his body. Oh crap! He wasn't ready for this.
Funny, he still looked the same. He went through his whole body and
found that nothing had changed. Maybe the fever hadn't hit?
Suddenly his mother entered the bedroom.
"Ryan you're awake," she said with a sense of relief in her voice, "we
were wondering when you would come out of it"
"What do you mean mom?" Ryan replied in a cracky voice that seemed like
it hadn't used in a quite a while.
"Sweety, you've been asleep for 3 weeks."
"What?!? But nothing happened to me. I'm still the same," Ryan stated in
a panicked voice.
His mother looked him over. She knew that his skin had become very soft
and delicate from seeing his progress over the last 3 weeks but could
already see the fear and angst on her son's face. She would have to tell
him though. There was no use denying what was happening.
"Your skin has changed Ryan. Feel it. Its very soft and smooth now. Your
hair fell off your arms, legs and chest about 3 days ago also."
Ryan looked at his arms and was stunned at the change. It was subtle but
obvious at the same time. His skin was super soft and looked like
porceline. There was not an ounce of hair that he could find on his
body. He gasped.
"Mom, it's happening. I don't want this to happen! I'm a boy not a
freaking girl mom!"
His mother reached out to comfort her son.
"I know honey, but this is the card that has been dealt to us and we
will deal with it as it happens ok?"
"No mom, I'm not going to change. I refuse to!" he said with anger in
his tone.
The conversation continued for several minutes and Ryan gained his
composure. He knew that everything the doctor said would happen was on
the horizon but he was convinced that he could beat this. No matter what
he would never be a girl. No matter how much his body changed, nothing
would change his mind. The virus couldn't take that from him. He
wouldn't let it.
His mom helped him out of bed and the next blow came.
"Mom, I shrunk!" he screeched.
Ryan had been 4 inches taller that his mother but now the two looked eye
to eye. He looked just like he did before the fever...only shrunken down
a tad. He now stood 5 foot 5 inches.
"Oh Ryan, I didn't notice that while you were lying in bed. I'm sorry I
couldn't warn you," his mom sympathised with him.
He felt defeated. He was like 8/10ths his regular self. He reached deep
within himself and took a deep breath.
"I can deal with this. I'm not going to let this thing beat me," he said
with conviction.
"Why don't you get dressed sweety. I'm going to round up the troops.
They missed having you around these last weeks."
His mom left him be. Ryan opened up his drawer and pulled out some
underwear. Other than the aching body he felt fine. He felt like his
regular self. He slipped on his underwear and of course they were a
little big for him now. Damn. The waist fit alright but the leg holes
did not cling. There was open space. His put on a tshirt which fit ok
and a pair of jeans. He didn't want to expose his smooth, hairless legs
to the world. Damn again. The legs of the pants were too long now. He
bravely rolled up the bottom of the legs and walked downstairs.
"Hey Ryan, welcome back!" his older sister welcomed him.
"Yeah, about time you got of bed bro!" his brother quipped in.
His dad remained silent.
They all observed what looked like the regular Ryan but he was shorter
for sure. He looked fairer than normal as well.
"Look, can we just forget about how I look different and move on with
life?" Ryan stated. He hated everyone looking at him like some kind of
freak.
"Yes honey, we are just glad to have you awake again," his mother
replied.
"Dude, I'm gonna be taller than you if you keep shrinking," his brother
joked.
"Shut up! I can still kick your little butt with one arm tied behind my
back. Don't forget that," Ryan defensively replied.
His brother knew what Ryan was capable of and shut his mouth.
Dad continued to remain silent.
"So do you feel any different?" his sister asked.
"No, I feel fine ok? I just want to go on with life. I don't want to
talk about this," Ryan replied.
"Good, let's leave it at that," Dad finally jumped in and then walked
out of the room.
"Ok, well let's just get on with life then," Mother stated and left the
kids who seemed to be fine with everything.
She caught up with her husband who had found solice in the garage.
"Do you mind telling me what the hell your problem is?" she snapped at
him.
"I'm fine."
"Obviously not. What kind of way is that to treat your son who is going
through a very rough time right now?"
"What the heck am I supposed to say? Do you have nay idea how hard it is
for me to see him getting all girly? This is not supposed to be
happening to my boy!"
"Do you think I like this? Do you think Ryan like this? No! This is
going to happen whether we like it or not though and I choose to be a
support and rock my my son. You need to decide where you are going to
fit into this because your son is going to need all of our love through
this."
"I just need time...leave me be"
She shuck her head and left. She couldn't believe how insensitive her
husband was being.
"Ryan, Christina wanted to come over when you woke up. You should call
her." his mom told him when she walked back into the room.
"Does she know mom?" Ryan asked. He really didn't want his girlfriend to
find out.
"I had to tell her sweety. She was so concerned when you weren't able to
talk to her."
Damn. He text her a couple times and she was coming over in an hour. How
would this go?
Ryan was nervous. His girlfriend was on her way...what would her
reaction be? He desperately wanted to appear strong and masculine. His
skin had changed and he now stood a bit smaller than he used to, but he
was still the guy she fell in love with. He remained the quarterback of
the football team and could still be her man after all right?
The knock came. Ryan took a deep breath and swung the door open.
There stood his baby girl looking very happy to see him...with a bouquet
of flowers?
"Hi baby!" she said giving her boyfriend a big hug. "I was so worried
about you"
Ryan returned her affection but was thrown off by the flowers.
"I'm fine. I kind of shrunk a little but other than that everything is
cool."
"You look good. Ummm, these are for you," she replied as she gave him
the bouquet of flowers.
They were an interesting arrangement of red and white roses in a pink
wrapper.
"Flowers?" he asked.
She looked at his disappointment and she couldn't take it anymore. She
burst into tears.
"Christina, what's wrong?"
"I'm sorry Ryan. I didn't know what to do. I thought that you might like
flowers now or something. I don't know what to think of all this. I'm so
sorry," she replied sobbing softly.
"I told you not to worry babe, I'm not going to let this affect me. I
don't care what everyone says, I'm not changing. Why don't you keep
those flowers for yourself beautiful. They look much better on you," he
replied with confidence.
"Oh I love you Ryan. I don't want this to happen, but I am going to be
here no matter what ok?"
"Look, I told you that I'm fine. Now can we just drop this and get re-
acquinted with each other?"
"Sure thing babe," Christina replied as they embraced.
The two spent the rest of the day together. Christina heard of other
boys having the virus and knew what the end result would be. She admired
how brave he was but was concerned with his unrealistic approach. He
must still be in denial. He seemed the same looks-wise, but his skin was
porceline and felt softer than hers. It reminded her of a babies skin.
She made a mental note to not wear any heels when she was around Ryan.
He still was an inch taller than her.
That night Ryan took in what had transpired that day. He was
different...there was no denying that. He both marveled at and dreaded
how quickly he had changed. There was absolutely nothing that he could
do to prevent it either. He felt helpless against the changes looming in
future and had a restless night. Come on Ryan...keep your head up!
The next day Ryan saw his return to school after his lengthy absence.
The word that he had the virus had spread like wildfire and he was
confronted by strange looks and snickering by the immature students. He
ignored them for the most part and headed to his peer group. That too
was an awkward experience.
"Damn Ryan, I heard about the virus man. We are sorry about that. It
kind of hit us like a load of bricks when we found out." his friend Rob
said.
"Yeah, I mean not you bro. I feel for ya man." another friend chimed in.
"Drop it guys. I'm not talking about this. I'm still the same guy as
always," Ryan defended himself.
Although they tried to make him feel welcome and act as if nothing had
changed, the air of the group was different. No matter how they
attempted to overlook what was happening, his friends could clearly see
the differences in Ryan already. Ryan too could feel how uncomfortable
the vibe was. Would things at school ever be the same again?
The answer to that question came at the end of the school day when he
was summoned to the principal's office. As he entered he saw his mother
sitting in the room. His football coach was also there as well as a
woman he didn't know.
"Ryan, go ahead and sit down," Pricipal Stevens said, "I asked your
mother to join us as well as Tom and Ms. Jacobs."
"What's this about Mr. Stevens?" Ryan asked.
"First of all, we all understand the journey that you are about to take
and we are here to be your counsel and support throughout your
transition."
"Look Mr. Stevens, I really don't need any of this. I'm fine ok? I just
want to live my life like I always have," Ryan countered.
"Ryan, please listen," his mother jumped in.
"Ryan, there are certain rules and guideline that we need to adhere to
when someone is found positive. These are rules that are set in place by
the state and, by law, we need to follow them. These are put in place to
both protect you and also to make your transition as comfortable as
possible."
"Okaayyyy," Ryan replied.
"Let me introduce Ms. Jacobs. She instructs a special class for students
who have the virus."
"Hello Ryan," Ms. Jacobs said, "beginning tomorrow you will be attending
my classes. There are currently 4 students who are in various stages of
transformation..."
"Hold on a second here. I'm not going to go into some new class. I'm
great where I'm at and I don't need to be segregated from the everyone
else," Ryan interrupted.
"Ryan, this is not optional. You are going to be going through many
changes, some of which you have already experienced. This class serves
several purposes. We will educate you on how to adapt and thrive as a
female and be there for you through your fevers. In addition, this class
setting will protect you from those who may not understand what you are
going through. It's a cruel world out there sometimes. Once you have
fully transitioned, you will be given your "diploma" and you are free to
join your regular classes again. Like I said, this is not optional. The
state requires this for all those who have the virus." she explained.
Ryan sat in silence. She was going to teach him how to thrive as a
female? Holy crap! His heart sunk as everything was becomming that much
more real.
"I'm still going to be able to lead the football team though...right?"
He asked frantically.
"Ryan, this hurts me more than I can tell ya, but with your condition
you're not going to be able to participate any longer," his coach
informed.
"Hell no coach! I'm still good man!" Ryan pleaded.
"You already are not the same physically as you were a couple weeks ago
Ryan," his principal explained, "as you move foward with your transition
you could be seriously hurt."
Ryan didn't know what to say or think. His world was quickly caving in
and he felt helpless to stop it. He thought of how great his life was
and how much it was going to suck. There was no way he would ever
"adapt" to being a girl. "Thrive"? No way! He was a smart kid though. He
knew that there was no reasoning with these people. He would go to the
stupid classes. He would not be on the football team for now. He was
very strong willed and he knew his resolve could do wonders. He would
not let this virus take control of him. He would show them all that he
could beat this thing. Suddenly he was filled with a new enthusiasm and
zest. He would triumph over this virus, and in doing so he would get his
old life back and things would be awesome again!
"I understand and I take your counsel and do what you ask of me," Ryan
replied to a somewhat shocked room.
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The next day Ryan woke up feeling great. His energy had returned and he
felt like he could conquer the world. He took a look at himself in the
mirror and almost forgot that he was a changed man. He went down for
some breakfast and on his way back up his mother pulled him into her
bedroom.
"Ryan, how do you feel about attending Ms. Jacob's class today?"
Ryan had decided to keep calm and play this new class as no big deal. He
had developed a somewhat convoluted sense of power over his virus and
going to some stupid class wasn't going to phase him.
"I'm cool with it mom. Hopefully my classes are easier," he joked.
"Well I don't know about that," his mother teased back, "I bought you
something and I'm not sure if its the right time yet but these are for
you", she said as she handed him a 6 pack roll of underwear.
"Panties mom?!? really???" Ryan scoffed.
"I figured you might want to get used to wearing them. You may want to
slowly ease into this change instead of doing it all at once. I thought
that if we start with panties now, it won't be so much of a shock to the
system when the next fever hits."
"Mom, there's no way I'm wearing those," he replied as he handed her
back the packet, "I think I'm sticking to my normal underwear for now."
What the heck was up with his mom. She was such a freak! Sometimes she
just needed to back off and mind her own business. He was deteermined to
be a boy no matter...even if he underwear was a size or so too big right
now. He didn't care.
Ryan entered his new class which was held in an outside trailer on the
school property. There were 3 other kids in there along with Ms. Jacobs.
"Well hello Ryan, welcome," she said with a smile in her voice.
"Hey," he replied.
"Ryan is our new classmate. He has had the first fever and we are
thrilled to have him. I'm sure most of you here know him." she
introduced.
All three students knew Ryan very well. He was super popular after all.
They were all a little shocked that he would have the virus.
"Why don't we all go around the room and tell Ryan a little about
ourselves."
"I'm Todd and I've had my second fever. I like to go to the movies, play
video games and play soccer."
The first thing that struck Ryan about Todd was his voice. He had a
girl's pitch and tone. He sounded like a girl! He seemed very frail as
well with almost no muscle tone. He looked like an androgenous boy but
that voice was out of control! He was dressed like a boy as well but his
clothes looked like the didn't quite fit his body type.
"My name is Eric and I've had my first fever as well. I don't know what
I like anymore and frankly I don't care," he stated abruptly.
"Eric is still coming to terms with his change and that's
understandable," Ms Jacobs stated.
Eric looked like a regular boy in looks and dress. He was out of shape
and quite a bit overweight. Eric looked like the kind of guy that Ryan
would pick on with the other jocks.
"I'm Karen and I've had the 3rd fever. I like to read, go to the movies
and hang out at the mall," he said.
"Karen is giving her female name a try out. She decided to see how it
works out beginning this week," Ms Jacobs stated. "We address 3rd fevers
with feminine address."
Karen was insane! He looked like a very feminine boyish type of thing.
It was obvious that he was wearing girl's clothing. His jeans had some
sparkly design on the legs and his shirt was a Roxy t-shirt under a
jacket. Even his sneakers had a light blue sparkly streak on them. Ryan
didn't understand how Karen could let himself drift so much. He was
practically giving in to being a girl! Dang...even his nails were
painted a light rose color!
"So you don't mind wearing girl's clothes and changing your name Karen?"
Ryan asked.
"Well it bothers me a little but not nearly as much as it used to. I
think I've just gotten used to the changes," Karen replied.
"I think we need to go over the fevers first and foremost Ryan," Ms
Jacobs stated.
"You've experienced the first fever which usually involves a shift in
size and weight. Skin will soften and muscle tone may diminish.
Basically, your hormones have taken a big hit and your testosterone
levels have plumetted. Most first fevers feel pretty much like their
normal selves.
Once the second fever strikes, you will most likely lose a great deal of
muscle mass and more size. Many second fevers experience voice change
and a slight shift in mental pathing. In other words, they begin to
think more along the line of a female. As you can see with Todd, he has
a very androgenous appearance and if he would dress the part, he could
pass as a female under many circumstances."
Todd rolled his eyes.
"Once the third fever hits, expect the greatest changes. Mental changes
seem to be the major areas of focus. The mental pathing becomes more and
more feminine. Karen does not mind being addressed as "she" or as
"Karen" because her mind is feminized to that more along the lines of a
regular female. Thirds fevers will see a widening of the pelvis to a
suitable feminine proportion and may see some breast development."
Ryan looked at Karen to see if he had breasts. He couldn't tell cause he
had that jacket on.
"Fourth fever is the final fever and it is the culmination of womanhood.
Fourth fevers are 100% female in physical and mental form. Sheila is not
here due to the fact that she is currently going through her final
fever. You will meet her when she returns," Ms Jacobs stated.
Ryan felt so out of place. How did he get himself into this? He
definately did not belong here!
He sat in silence as Ms Jacobs began her classes.
Karen sat right in front of him and he couldn't fanthom that he was not
a girl. His hair was shoulder length and scrunchied up in a pony tail.
How could this kid let himself fall so far into femininity? He must be
pretty weak minded.
Karen removed his jacket and all Ryan could focus on was if this kid had
breasts. He couldn't tell though with Karen sitting in front of him.
Well Ms. Jacobs sure made him feel at home with school...she was as
boring as any other teacher in the school.
As Ryan's mind drifted he noticed Karen bend foward to stretch. As her
tshirt tightened against her back he noticed it. The outline of a
bra...Karen was wearing a bra! No freaking way! He tried not to think
down on him, but this kid was pretty much succumbing to being a girl. A
bra? Really?
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