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Allan groaned as his radio sprang to life.
"Gooooood morning Seattle. This is XYZ radio and it is just past seven,"
the male radio host practically screamed in enthusiasm.
"In this cold weather hot news are flashing through," the female co-host
pitched in.
"That is right. Naomi! The name of the new named flu. It is an African-
American strain with a gorgeous face and a well developed body. If you
get my meaning."
"I think we all get it," the co-host said dripping with fake overdone
resignation. "I mean don't they all look like that?"
"So you aren't excited?" the host jibed.
"Of course I am! Finally a non-white named flu. It's been ages!"
"We had Lucy the year before last."
"Which was half white and half asian," the co-host countered. "A real
non-white was half a dozen years ago. Remember Selina?"
"How could I forget. I caught Selina back then," the host admitted. "Now
for those who don't want to catch Selina or any other old named flus get
vaccinated now. It won' help you now with Naomi, but ..."
Alan finally managed to stretch enough to turn the radio off.
"What a scam," he mumbled to himself. "All the pharma companies are in
the pockets of the clothing and makeup industries anyway."
Still grumbling he managed to step into his bathroom and shower. Then
made his way downstairs to the kitchen. His parents already busy eating.
"Morning," his Mom greeted him. "Don't get too close. I think I got the
flu."
"First Meghan and now you," Allan commented. "Dad isn't so good looking
either."
"I always look like that. It's my dreading-to-go-to-work face," his
Father joked.
"Speaking of. Where is your sister?" his Mother asked. "MEGHAN!"
They heard steps upstairs and then a goddess with chocolate colored skin
descended the stairs. Wrapped in a blanket, she was nearly naked.
"Mom. Dad. I think I caught Naomi," the woman, presumably Meghan, said.
It was hard not to stare. Allan cursed the named flus. His sister was
thirteen. A dweeb. She shouldn't be attractive to him. Or sexy.
"Looks like it," Allan's Mother agreed. "Don't worry sweety. It'll only
last a week or two. I'll call the school that you'll be late. We need to
get you some clothes. I hope the stores already carry something for
Naomi."
Allan rolled his eyes. "Of course they do. It's a rigged game. They knew
Naomi would break out."
"And our son is off on his conspiracy theories again," his Father joked.
Grumbling Allan finished his cereal and then got ready for school.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Damn," Zachary, Allan's best friend, exclaimed. "Naomi is hitting
hard."
"Looks like it," Allan agreed. No matter in which direction he looked.
He saw at least a dozen walking around the school ground. "Even Meghan
has caught it."
"Really? Lucky guy," Zachary commented.
"Dude! She's my sister!" Allan protested. "Get your mind out of the
gutter."
Grumbling and a little disgusted he left his friend behind to go to
class.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Good morning Seattle! It is seven on the clock and here is XYZ radio. I
am your host ..."
Silence greeted Allan as he managed to hit the off button on his alarm
clock. For a moment he contemplated to just fall back into the bed. He
didn't felt so good and he could already feel a light headache building.
Nonetheless he dragged himself out of bed. Hit the shower and then made
his way downstairs. He winced as he saw two Naomi's in the kitchen.
"Morning," he greeted them. "Which one of you is Meghan?"
"Neither," the left one said. "Your Dad and I caught Naomi too."
"Great. Just great," Allan commented dryly.
"Sweety. Are you alright?" his mosher asked. "You don't look so well."
"I am fine," he brushed her off. Only to be betrayed by his body as he
had to sneeze.
"Sounds like tomorrow we will be all Naomis," Meghan joked as she came
downstairs.
"No way," Allen protested. As if he could avert it just by saying it.
"Honestly Naomi isn't so bad," his Father added. "I don't feel any
strong compulsions or changes in behavior. Remember the time you caught
Giselle, Allan?"
Allen cringed. How could he forget? For two weeks he had spend in a
young woman's body that was obsessed with fashion. He blew his savings
of a few months of allowance in just one week. Then he had begged his
parents for more money so he could by more dresses. It reminded him that
all those clothes were hidden up in the attic. "Just in case," his
mother had said. There was always a chance that an old flu came back and
infected someone of their friends or family.
"I totally forgot," was Allan's sarcastic reply. "Thanks for reminding
me."
"Don't be like that," his mother chided him. "It could be fun to be a
family of just Naomi's for a while."
"No thanks," Allan cut her off. "I eat on my way to school. I am not
gonna catch Naomi from you."
Both his parents looked at each other and shrugged as their son stormed
out of the house.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Dude. Look at that," Zachary exclaimed while waving over all of the
Naomi's around. "Naomi is hitting hard."
"Damn," Allan cursed. "Every third person I see is a Naomi."
Zachary grinned after Allan had to sneeze. "Looks like you will be
joining the club soon. Can you send me pictures like last time? When you
had caught Stoya?"
"Would you shut up about that?" Allan hissed. The time as a Stoya had
been embarrassing. A lithe female body obsessed with sex and everything,
Stoya had turned his world around. His parents had to give him house
arrest for the fear of him boning random guys on the street. However,
they hadn't taken away his smartphone and as a Stoya it sounded like a
good idea to send his best friend nudes.
"I only did that because of the compulsions," Allan continued. "No way I
do that by choice."
"Party pooper," Zachary said with a grin.
Allan shook his head and walked into the school building.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Good morning Seattle," the radio host chimed up and was immediately
silenced by Allan.
"Good morning to you too," Allan said beaming into the room.
He felt a lot better. The reason for it he saw in the mirror. Gone was
his muddy brown hair and eyes. Instead blond hair and smouldering blue
eyes greeted him. Along with a familiar female body.
Full on excited, Allan clapped his hands a few times, until another
thought hit. He had nothing to wear. The was the carton in the attic,
but that was so last season. Well, more like last year. Still. It was
better to wear boys clothes to the mall.
He scrambled to run for the attic and retrieve them when he ran into a
Naomi.
"Allan?" she asked.
"Yes!" Allan beamed.
"You caught Giselle again," she pointed out.
"Isn't that wonderful?" Allan asked. "But I so need to go to the mall."
"Later honey. First I have to drive you to the doctor," the Naomi said.
"I go tell your mother and sister and you get dressed."
Allan pouted. So the Naomi was his dad. And he had to go to the doctor.
In old clothes! What a shame.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Allan Compton?" the doctor asked as he came into the room.
"Yes," Allan beamed. "Well. Maybe for now Alli?"
"Short for Allison?"
"I guess," Alli agreed.
"I see this is the second time you contracted Giselle?" the doctor
asked.
"That is correct. I am so lucky to be this pretty again."
"And you know what a second contraction of the same flu means?"
"I'll be this awesome for ten years?"
"Give or take, but yes. We will do some general tests and then you get a
prescription."
"I need to take drugs?"
"A second contraction means a hardening of the named flu for ten years.
In this time you are a source of infection for others, unless suppressed
by medication."
"I hate taking drugs," Alli pouted.
The doctor gave a sigh. "Right. One symptoms of Giselle's are aversion
to medication." Then he looked up and caught Alli's eyes. "Listen. This
prescription is for your hair. If you take it once a week it gets silky
and smooth. But not if you take it irregular, too few or too many. One
per week."
"I want silky hair," Alli chimed up.
"As soon as we ran some tests. A nurse will come for you and we speak
later again."
Alli nodded. She couldn't wait to get this over with and head for the
mall.
* * * * * * * * * *
Allison Compton groaned as her alarm clock sounded off. At once she knew
something was wrong. Looking down in her pajamas she spotted what she
dreaded. Her dick was back. All her lovely womanly features gone. She
knew this would be happen. Second infections of a named flu last about
ten years. When she was overdue by nine months she had been hopeful.
Maybe she could be one of those rare cases were the second infection
becomes permanent. No such luck. She did what her heart demanded. She
cried till she couldn't anymore.
Eventually she had to face the reality. Once again she was in the body
of a sixteen year old boy. The named flu always reverts back to the
original body the same way it was before the flu started.
There was no helping it now. Then again, she had planned for this
moment. She hurried to write her employer. They too knew that this would
happen. Allison had made a deal month ago. She would get a month off to
get used to her old body. At least that was what she had told them.
Allison had no intention to remain a small little boy.
In the back of her closet, behind clothing she maybe never wear again,
was an old outfit from her childhood. Hopefully she wouldn't have to
wear it long. At last she snatched her keys and an envelope with cash.
It took her a half hour to reach a bar that was open twenty-four seven
and found the barkeeper she was looking for.
"Hey boy. Twenty-one or over. No minors," the barkeep greeted her.
"I am twenty-seven years old," Allison replied calmly.
"And I am eighty-one," he countered.
"I am serious," Allison chagrined and slammed her personal I.D. on the
counter. On it not only her picture as a Giselle, but one from her
sixteen year old self too.
"I am serious too." He gave her a charming smile.
For a moment Allison raked her brain. He had a named flu too. She
thought it was Brad, but she wasn't sure.
"So, Miss Allison Compton, what can I get you?"
"Jelly shots. I like to see your menu," she replied calmly.
"Not here," he advised her.
After flagging another man to take over for him he lead Allison to a
stockroom in the private area of the bar.
"So what should it be?" he asked and showed her an assortment of small
flasks. "I have Dan, Brad, Jason..."
"No men," Allison interrupted her.
"I see. No worries. Maybe Kylie? I got Stoya since yesterday. An oldie
but goldie."
"Had it once. Not a fan," Allison shot it down.
"Well, let's see. Cindy, Natasha, Naomi, ..."
"Wait," Allison interrupted him again. "How many flasks of Naomi you
have?"
"At least two," he said wit a smirk.
Allison was intrigued. Back then she had been annoyed by the Naomi's.
Now she wondered how it would be to live as a nubian goddess for ten
years.
"I take it," Allison declared. "As long as you have the shots too."
"Of course," the man replied. "Listen. These are illegal. Don't let
yourself be caught with them. And don't take the full shot. They are
portioned for adults."
"Got it," Allison said with a nod. Immunity repressing shots could get
one killed. If taken too much at once. But they practically guaranteed
that Allison would get Naomi.
They negotiated a price and not five minutes later Allison was out.
Already planning ahead. The first shot would give her one to two weeks
as Naomi. If she liked being a Naomi she could get a second infection
and gain ten years as her. Just in time for her vacation to end. It was
worth the risk. Smiling she headed home.
The end.
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