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Ryan settled into his life and classes over the next couple of weeks. He
was so accumstomed to his newer self that he seemed to forget about how
he used to be.
He hadn't seen his father at all since he left the family. It was tough
on his mother which really pissed Ryan off. How could his dad leave her
to care for the entire house? It was very selfish of him and Ryan felt
alot of anger towards his dad.
Being the determined person he was, Ryan began playing football again. Of
course he wasn't allowed on the team any longer, but he took up playing
with some of his brother's friends. Sure they were younger and not nearly
as good as he was, but he got to kind of be a role model to them which
fed his ego a bit. He had to be careful with how rough he was though
because the kids were younger and smaller than him. Ryan got too physical
a couple days before and made one of his brother's friends cry after he
knocked the wind out of him. Eh, it was good for the kid...built some
character into him Ryan thought.
Life was ok. It was not perfect, but it was pretty darn good. Ryan kept
in the back of head the thought of the next fever. He wondered if just
maybe he would stay as he was now. He could live with that, but he feared
what the future may bring. Although smaller in stature, he was still all
boy and the toughest kid on the block. The thought of losing his
maculinity terrified him.
Just as he got comfortable and felt impervious to any health issues, Ryan
felt the burning in his eyes. He did not want to tell his mom and hoped
that it was just a cold or his allergies coming on. Positive thinking
Ryan! Don't let this thing capture you!
The burning in the eyes turned into what felt like a fever. He began
waking up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat and would go from
sweating to shivering. He refused to tell anyone though until his teacher
Ms Jacobs pulled him aside a couple days later.
"Ryan dear, are you feeling ok?" she asked.
"I'm fine...why do you ask?" Ryan replied thinking he was doing a good
job hiding his issues.
"Sweety, I've seen the flush look before. I've seen the tired look from
lack of sleep several times. I've seen the loss of ability to focus and
concentrate, and trust me, it's not from normal teenage boredom. You
haven't been feeling right lately have you?" she asked in a concerned
tone.
"Not great. I mean I'm ok though..." he replied.
"Ryan, you are going to have the 2nd fever soon. Does your mom know how
you are feeling?" she asked.
"Yeah, she knows all about it. I told her already and she thinks the same
as you," he lied. His mom had no idea what he was going through, but he
didn't want Ms. Jacobs to tell her.
"Ok, good. I would suggest you stay around the house and take it easy the
next week or so until the fever hits. I'll talk to your mom about it."
"Oh that's not necessary. My mom knows more about this than you do. She
does not let me go anywhere other than school now," he lied once more.
Ms. Jacobs was happy with the response and let him be.
Ryan on the other hand was in full panic. The 2nd fever would hit soon?
This couldn't be happening! He would not let this get him!
Later that day at home, Ryan felt even worse. His vision blurred for a
whole hour which freaked him to the extreme. His mother came in to see
how school was and Ryan pretended like he was watching tv and was too
busy to chat.
His vision finally cleared, but his condition seemed to be getting
progressively worse. His whole body was aching and he felt so terribly
weak.
"Dinner time!" he mother yelled through the house.
Crap! Ryan had to attend. Maybe he would feel better with something in
his stomach. He worked his way downstairs to the dinner table and plopped
down. He was perspiring and felt a cold sweat about his entire body. If
he could only get through dinner and get some rest all would be well he
hoped.
The family began to enjoy the great spaghetti dinner mom had prepared.
His siblings partook in their usual banter and mom added jabs in every so
often. Ryan even jumped in a couple times even though he was having a
hard time getting through it.
As the dinner went along, the conversation seemed to lose focus to Ryan.
The voices drifted into the distance and he could not get his hand to
deliver the fork to his mouth. Everything sounded like it was in a
distant tunnel and time felt like it was going in slow motion.
"Ryan? Are you ok Ryan?" he could hear it but it sounded so far away. He
made an effort to turn his head and look at where his mom was. What
seemed like minutes to accomplish, his head finally turned enough to see
her. He saw a worried look on her face, but her voice was muffled.
Everything was moving sooo slow. He attempted to stand to go lay down. If
only he could rest for a minute or two he would snap out of this. The
next thing he knew he was looking at the ceiling and his mother's face
was staring down at him. He couldn't hear anything but a ringing in his
ears. His mom's face looked so terrified. She was full of tears. He tried
to lift his body but nothing would repsond. He lay there motionless in
the ringing silence.
Suddenly the light began to fade. He blinked several times in panic
trying to clear his sight, but it was to no avail. As his mom and
siblings looked on, Ryan's vision faded to darkness. He could not feel,
hear or see anything...then his conciousness slipped away as well....
The first thing Ryan became aware of was that he was aware. It seemed as
if he had regained a train of thought and that his brain started working
after a long rest. Everything was jumbled though as he tried to piece
together what was going on. Something weighed heavy on him, but he
couldn't nail it down. In an effort to clarify his thoughts, he tried to
structure what had transpired that would give him that stressed feeling.
He thought back about school, his girlfriend...his condition!
Ryan's thoughts instantly organized and his eyes quickly opened.
Everything was out focus. He blinked several times to clear his vision
and attempted to rub his eyes with his hands. Panic set in as he couldn't
move. It was as if his whole body was asleep. His eyes darted back and
forth frantically trying to figure out what was going on as he
instinctively tried to scream for help. All that came out was a faint,
raspy whisper. Determined, Ryan tried to yell out again. He could feel
his vocal cords quiver as the volume of his voice increased.
"heeellllppp". It was barely audible.
He took a second to concentrate his entire being on his vocal cords and
took a deep breath. "HEEEEELLLLPPPP!!!!" he screamed. His voice came out!
"HEELLLLPPPP!!!" he yelled again. His voice was very raspy and breaking,
but he could speak!
"Ryan! I'm here baby!" he heard his mother's voice. The sound of her was
like a gift from heaven.
"What's happening?!?" Ryan asked his mom in a still raspy voice.
"You've had the 2nd fever sweety," she replied as she ran her fingers
through his hair attempting to calm him down, "Your feeling will be
coming back to your body in a couple minutes. You've been asleep for a
while Ryan. The numbeness is a result of that. Just relax."
Ryan did as he was told and just tried to calm his nerves as he closed
his eyes. His mind was still foggy and drifted in and out of focus. He
could feel his entire body start to tingle. It reminded him of the
feeling he got when his arm would fall asleep at night. It felt like a
bunch of springy needles pricking him all over whenever he moved. Even
with all that discomfort though, he was thrilled because his movement and
feeling was returning.
He opened his eyes once more and everything began coming into focus
slowly. He could pick up his mom silhouette as well as his brother's and
sister's.
"Hey Ryan, welcome back," his sister warmly stated as she gave him a hug.
"Owwww," he replied. The hug sent needle sensations all over his body.
"Dang, he sounds like a girl," his brother quietly said as his sister
gave him an elbow to the side and told him to be quiet.
"Ryan dear, are you ok?, his mom asked.
"I feel like I was hit by a truck..." he stopped. His voice stunned him.
He did sound like a girl.
"I know baby, this is all normal though. You body went through some
changes and that why you are aching," his mom replied.
"Mom, I sound like a girl," Ryan said with a shaky voice.
"I know honey. Try not to talk too much. Your voice is very raspy," she
replied not knowing quite what to say, "Take these pain killers. They
will help with the soreness."
With his mom's help, Ryan sat up in the bed. His tingling was quickly
going away and he could move his body well now. He sipped down the pills
with a glass of water. He was so thirsty.
"Yes, go ahead and drink all the water Ryan. We kept you hydrated but I'm
sure you are craving a drink," she tried to joke.
"Mom, everything is still blurred.". Ryan began rubbing his eyes to gain
some clarity while freaking out at his wierd voice.
"Your vision will return baby, just give it a couple minutes," she
replied.
"Oh mom...my voice."
"I know...it will take some time to get used to, but it's going to be
ok," she tried to comfort him.
"How long was I asleep?" Ryan asked. His body grew stronger by the second
as he sat himself up in bed more firmly.
"5 weeks honey...a long time."
"What?! Oh my gosh mom!" he said in a shocked and very girly tone.
"It's going to take a while for all this to settle in Ryan. You are being
overloaded with so much right now. Please just try to relax and let me
take care of you," she pleaded.
Ryan's eyesight was losing its blur. With each passing minute it became
that much sharper.
"Where am I?" he asked. The room, although still out of focus, looked
alot different than his bedroom. There seemed to be alot more posters on
the wall and the color was different. Ryan rubbed his eyes again.
"You're in my room," his sister replied with aprehension.
"Huh?" he replied. He was in his sister's room?
"Look at the bright side of this, I get my own room now," his brother
joked in a most inappropriate way.
"You be quite young man!" his mom scolded. "We moved you in here because
it's closer to my room so I could take care of you."
Ryan closed his eyes for a minute and contemplated what was happening.
Obviously his mother was trying to soften what was happening. He knew
that he was moved into his sister's room because he probably had changed
enough that he "fit" into a girl's room more that a boy's. He had to
reamin calm although he was shaking from nerves of the unknown. He took a
deep breath and open his eyes.
"I can see you guys now," he stated as his vision cleared, "my voice is
so weird."
"You sound like me now. I think it's an improvement," his sister joked in
a sweet way that made the others giggle.
"Yeah, thanks. I have to admit...what am i wearing?" Ryan asked as he
just noticed what he was clad in.
"You didn't fit into your pajamas anymore so I put you in these," his mom
aswered with trepidation. Did she screw up?
"No way, mom...really?!? Where did you get these?" he asked. He was
shocked that his mom would do this to him.
"They're Kristen's sweety...like I said, your pajamas were swimming on
you and I just thought that you may want something more feminine when you
woke up. I wasn't sure what to think baby. You can switch clothes if you
want."
He was wearing a pair of his sister's pajamas. They were familiar to him
as he had seen her wear them a couple times before. They were a light
lavendar and white pinstripe print. The shorts were short! To make
matters worse, they had a little lace along the waistband and around the
leg openings. The top was a tank that once again had lace along the
bottom.
He grew embarassed that his brother and sister were looking at him and
pulled the covers over himself.
"I'm sorry Ryan, I thought that you might be ok with this," mom stated.
"You two ought to leave please."
Ryan's siblings left the room.
"Please talk to me Ryan. I know this is difficult, but I'm here for you,"
his mother pleaded.
"I can't believe you dressed me like this mom. I know what's happening to
me, but you should have asked first."
"I know I should have. I wasn't thinking clearly I guess. This is all so
new for me too baby. I really screwed up and I'm so sorry," she
apologized.
"Oh mom, I don't know what to think. Do I look different?"
"Yes Ryan. Let me help you over to the mirror," she answered as she
helped her son out of bed and over to his sister's full length mirror.
The two stood in silence as they beheld the changes that occured. He was
tiny! The mother he used to look down at was now 3 inches taller than
him. He must have been barely over 5 feet now. He looked so small and
fragile. Every trace of his muscles were gone and he looked just plain
frail. He walked closer to look at his face. He still looked like Ryan,
but everything looked younger and more babyish now. His masculine
features were gone and he looked more like he did when he was a little
boy. His felt his masculinity drain at the sight of such a small, tender
body.
Ryan's mom just held her arms on his shoulders as he began to tear up. He
couldn't keep his macho act up in the presence of such a drastic change.
"Oh mom...why is this happening to me?!?" he cried out as tears flowed
down his pretty face.
"Oh dear, I don't know baby. I don't know what to say. Things will get
easier I promise," she replied as she hugged him deeply.
"I can't wear these clothes mom. I don't want to be a girl. I know my
body is changing, but I don't have to dress this way if I don't want to
right?"
"No sweety. We will find boy's clothes that fit you. You don't have to do
anything you don't want to Ryan," she tried comforting him.
"I need some time alone mom."
"Are you going to be ok?" she asked with concern.
"Yeah mom, I just need to get my arms around this."
With that, his mom left the room.
Ryan stood in his sister's room alone. His body ached...like he had been
hit by a truck. The amount of stress his body must have been under had to
have been tremendous. His head, however, was clear now as was his
eyesight. He was unconcious for so long! He looked in the full length
mirror.
The reflection showed a slight resemblance to the guy he used to know.
Girl's pajamas? Really mom? He removed the pajama top and laid it on the
floor. Where they were once strong and muscular, his arms were now thin
and soft. His torso looked like a little boy's with no tone at all. It
was as if puberty had never hit. With all the change however, he was
still relieved that he still looked like a boy on top.
He pulled down the pajama bottoms and there they were...panties. His mom
actually decided to put him in girl's underpants during his fever. Did
his brother and sister know this? He grew embarrassed once again. The
very sad thing was that the panties did not look too out of place.
Although he wanted them off, he was fearful of what he would see under
the soft, delicate fabric. Would his manhood still be there?
Ryan inched off the panties and surveyed the damage. His penis was small.
All the magic of puberty that had transformed his best friend into
something magnificent had been reversed. It looked like it belonged on a
little boy. His heart sunk. This was yet another hit to his maculinty
that he was not ready to accept. Ryan reached under to find out how much
his balls had shrunk. The hand was met with emptyness and his eyes darted
down as he moved his drawfed penis to the side. Everything was gone! His
testicles, his ball sack...everything! Ryan grew weak in the knees.
This was too much to take in. He put his hands on his face and slumped
over. He had to compose himself or else he was going to lose it. Ryan
took a deep breath and re-assessed what was happening. No balls meant no
testosterone right?
A knock came.
"Ryan, I brought some boy's clothes," his mom stated.
Ryan quickly threw on the pajamas and answered the door.
"I grabbed some of your brother's clothes. They will fit you better ok?"
"Ok," Ryan answered quietly.
"Are you ok sweety?"
"I'm alright. This is really shocking to me," he replied in a very
feminine voice.
"I know. Its something that we all need to get used to, but we are all
here for you," she stated in a very warm way.
"Thanks mom. I'm gonna change."
The clothes were his brother's who was 3 years his junior and yet they
were a little big on him. Ryan felt good to be in male garbs regardless.
He walked closer to the mirror to observe his face. He was a softer
looking version of himself. His eyes seemed bigger although his face
looked smaller. His complexion was flawless and almost porcelain-like. He
touched his cheek. The skin felt like his girlfriend's. It was so soft,
smooth and the pores were microscopic. He worried about what his
girlfriend would think of him now. Could he still make her happy or would
she want something more?
Ryan headed out of the room to face his family once again. He knew the
best way to deal with what was happening was head on. That's the way he
had always approached life and he wasn't about to change now.
"Hey guys," Ryan announced in his female tone as he walked into the
family room. His mom, brother and sister were all sitting there almost
waiting on him to enter.
"Hi sweety. We are all happy to have you back," his mom said with a
smile.
"Yeah Ryan, it just wasn't the same without you," sister added.
"Dude, sorry bro but you look wierd and you sound totally like a chick,"
his brother quipped.
"Jimmy! Don't you dare do this!" mom scolded.
"It's ok mom...really," Ryan replied, "I know I look different and I'm
not going to act like I don't. My voice is totally tripping me out as
well and I know that all of you are thinking the same thing. Jimmy, even
though he is a little punk, is the only one who is voicing it. So ask
away so that we can get over this uncomfortableness and get on with our
lives."
"Ok, I have one then," his sister stated, "do you feel different? I mean,
do you feel more feminine or anything?"
"No way. I'm still the same Ryan as always inside. I know I look
different, but nothing is going to change who I am at the core," Ryan
replied.
"We would expect nothing less from you," his mom said as she patted him
on the back.
"Do you have tits yet?" little brother added with a jab.
"I can still whup your butt little bro so you better be careful with what
you say," Ryan joked, "and no...I don't have anything there."
The Q&A went on for a while as the mood grew lighter and lighter. Ryan
was relieved. He hated being fussed over and the sooner things could just
be "normal" the better.
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