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Journal of Mark Trewidden
October 7th 2012
I have decided to start this journal because of the worries that I have
about my health. I am not 100% sure when the problems started, but I am
fairly sure that it all could be linked to the dig. I went on the dig
with Jen on Tean in the Scilly Isles. It was back in June, we spent two
weeks working as volunteers on a dig, that was investigating a newly
discovered burial site on the island. The dig was led by a female
archaeologist and there was only one other member on the team. She was an
ostaeo archaeologist.
The reason why I suspect that the dig might have been the start of the
problems, is because both Jenny and I went down with a fever, two days
after the end of the dig. The fever was quite severe and quite scary. It
lasted for a little over four days and it took both of us a couple of
weeks before we were back to anything like normal. Neither of the other
two archaeologists went down with the fever. The puzzling thing is that
although I have developed some strange after effects, Jenny seems to be
much less affected.
The dig had been very interesting. We had been working on a grave
containing three skeletons. The grave had been discovered by a sailor,
who visited the island after a major storm. The storm had uncovered some
bones. The police had been called in and they had quickly identified that
the bones were at least 2000 years old. The dig had been arranged to
investigate the remains.
The three sets of bones were initially investigated by Doctor Fran
Bennett on the island, but have since gone to the lab for further
investigation. Fran was a little confused at the start. She had
difficulty deciding the sex, but had concluded that the three skeletons
were female. It wasn't until she did the lab analysis, that she
determined that the skeletons DNA was male. It was quite strange. Jenny
and I uncovered a number of grave goods including a complete pot that was
undamaged. Unfortunately the pot crumbled before we could fully extract
it, it was very fragile. We did get good photographs of it.
Anyway enough about the dig, the purpose of this journal is to try to
make some sense of what has been happening to me. After we both recovered
from the fever, we were feeling weak. The medics did not seem to have any
idea what the cause was and just told us to rest.
We were supposed to be borrowing Jen's dad's boat for a trip around
Brittany straight after the dig. We are in the very fortunate position
that we do not need to work during our vacation. We both have healthy
allowances from our parents, so we can just have fun. We had planned to
spend July on the boat, but it was the end of the month before we were
fit enough.
Uncle Ben ended up using the boat in July and we took it on near the end
of the month. We were both due to start our masters degree at Exeter in
September and we needed to get some work in earlier. We decided that we
could afford to spend three weeks on the boat and aimed for southern
Brittany.
We both suffered a strange bout of sickness in the morning of every day
that we were away. It was wretched for an hour or so and then
disappeared. We had a great sail, the weather was good and we enjoyed
ourselves completely.
One strange thing was that Jenny complained about tenderness in her boobs
all the way through July and August. Jenny had been blessed by the boob
fairy quite young and had settled as a very pretty B cup by the time she
was fifteen. All of a sudden at the age of twenty one she was starting to
find her bras uncomfortable. When we got back to Exeter at the start of
September, she went for a fitting and found that she was now a C cup.
Since then her tenderness has gone and I get to enjoy the increased
bonus.
The reason why I have decided to write this journal is because of the
changes that occurred to me. While Jenny was suffering tenderness, I
started to get sensitivity in my nipples. They started to rub on my T
shirts. They also grew noticeably over time. As far as I can tell they
are still growing. My nipples are now more like Jenny's than a man's. The
second thing that started to happen during August, was that I started to
develop a hard lump behind my nipples. Jenny noticed and said that it was
just like the breast buds that she developed when she was twelve.
I must say that I could remember those days. Jenny had become very self
conscious for a while and we did not share for a few months until she
proudly showed me her developing breasts.
It worried me that there must be something wrong but I was reluctant to
go to see the doctor. Over the last month there has been more
development. I have developed small mounds under the nipples. Jenny says
they are very like when her boobs were developing. The second thing that
I noticed, was that my skin was changing, it was becoming softer and
smoother.
When I sat down, I had a feeling as if I was sitting on a thin cushion.
Jenny said that my bum had lost some of its buns of steel look and was
getting rounder. My jeans were getting tighter round the hips and bum.
Mum kept asking me if I was alright and if I was putting on weight. The
strange thing was that my weight has not altered.
The third thing that was happening was the ache in my pelvis. What with
that and the swelling that I had experienced in my balls, I had been
quite uncomfortable below. It had quite ruined my sex life for a while.
Jenny and I have always been very active sexually, but my appetite had
gone down noticeably for a couple of months. I think it was the
discomfort. My nipples had become a source of much pleasure, but my
erections were less rampant than they had been.
At one point, I had been worried about testicular cancer, but no sooner
had I decided to take my swollen testicles to the doctor, than the
swelling went. My balls now seem smaller than they were.
Jenny has persuaded me that it is time to see the doctor.
October 15th October 2002
I went to see the doctor at the university practice on the 8th October.
She was very nice and sympathetic. I told her the whole history of my
health since the dig. My records were not very helpful about the fever.
The doctor in Penzance had basically written "buggered if I know" on my
records as to what it was. The doc took loads of blood for tests and gave
me a thorough examination. She was bemused, she said I had the symptoms
of a girl starting puberty. I was starting to develop breasts and my skin
was taking on the characteristics of a female.
She said that it would appear that my prostate was smaller than she would
have expected. Now that was a very different experience. When I told her
about the sickness on the boat, she said that it sounded as though it had
been morning sickness. She asked if Jenny was pregnant and I said that we
had worried about that, but no she wasn't. She said the growth in her
bust size sounded very like the effect of a hormone surge. She asked
Jenny to get some blood tests done as well.
I went back for my results today, wow, what a shock. My bloods were
normal except that they were normal for a woman, not a man. Something had
happened to cause me to start producing female hormones.
The doc arranged for me to have more tests done, to see what the problem
was. She explained that the appearance of going through female puberty
was explained by the simple fact that I was going through female puberty.
I shall be going in to see an endocrinology consultant in a week.
Jenny is very concerned. She was not unhappy about her boobs growing, but
it is clear that something affected us both, me more than her. Since the
visit to the doc, she has examined me more thoroughly. She reckons that
my nipples and bust development are close to hers when she was about
thirteen and a half.
The most irritating thing is that my balance is changing and my strength
reducing. I have always been able to beat Jenny at badminton and she has
beaten me three out of the last four times we have played. The other
thing is that Jenny has told me that I have been a moody bugger quite
frequently. She still loves me, but I am acting a bit differently.
October 18th 2012
I really lost it today. I had a huge crying fit. I never cry. It just all
got too much. My tits are growing, my bum has got bigger, my pelvis
aches, my balls are shrinking and my nipples are so sensitive, I have had
to start wearing a silk vest. What is worse, is that it is one of
Jenny's.
Jenny just held me until I stopped crying. I have not made love to her
for four days, I feel self conscious. We cuddle a lot, which is nice, and
I love it when she plays with my nipples, but it all feels wrong.
I am finding the research for my masters a god send. I can forget about
my troubles for a while, when I am working at the computer. The only
problem is when my nipples itch, or I go to move he cushion that I am
sitting on and then realise that it is my bum, not a cushion. I have
decided to spend more time in the gym and get rid of the padding.
October 23rd 2012
I went to see the specialist again today. What bizarre news they gave me.
It would appear that I have somehow developed the ability to convert
testosterone into oestrogen. My testicles have also undergone a change
where they are acting like female ovaries. It would appear that since the
fever that I had, my body chemistry has changed. They had never come
across a case like it before and had no idea how it had happened. They
had found changes in my blood and in the microbes in my gut. They had
found similar changes in Jenny's blood and gut, but the only affect they
seem to have had on her, were the spike in hormones, phantom pregnancy
and bust growth.
My obvious question was how could they stop the changes. The answer was
that they did not know. If they gave me testosterone, my body would
reject all that it did not convert to female hormones. The only thing
that they could suggest, is that, if they could find the source of the
infection, they might be able to find a solution.
Jenny and I talked about possible sources and the obvious answer was the
dig. We had both gone down with the fever within a couple of days of
working on the graves. Jenny reminded me of the confusion about the three
skeletons, all three had appeared to be female, but had male DNA. We have
decided to get in touch with Fran and Mary from the dig and see if they
have any answers.
October 25th 2012
I have spoken to both of them now. Mary said that what was happening to
me could explain the curious results that they had with the skeletons.
They were three males who showed all the characteristics of females. The
grave goods had been those that you would expect in a female grave. There
had been a small bone figurine that had both breasts and a penis.
They now had a definite dating for the bodies at middle iron age about
two thousand two hundred years old. Both Mary and Fran have gone through
the dig records about anything that jenny and I had been exposed to that
they had not. The conclusion was the Beaker or pot that we had uncovered.
We had so nearly managed to remove it complete. It had been sealed and
Fran was convinced that, had it not been for a sudden shower, we would
have been successful.
The pot had probably survived so well because it had been kept dry in the
kist. Once the rain hit it, the moisture weakened the structure and
caused the failure. There had been something in the pot that looked like
a powder coating. It had turned slightly slimy and smelled very sweet
when it became moist. Very stupidly, jenny and I had both touched it and
tasted it. By the time we gathered the bits of the pot together for
transport there was little or no slimy residue left and the smell had
gone.
It was, to my mind, the most probable cause of whatever was happening to
me. They still had the pot back at the lab, but had been unable to
identify what it was. The most that they could come up with was that it
could to be some sort of microbe. Whatever it was, now seemed to be dead.
I arranged for Fran to send the pot and any residue to the specialists
who were looking at my case. It was clear that the specialists were very
interested in me. They had never come across a case that was at all
similar although one of the medical historians had heard of a legend
about an illness that made men partially turn into women. Nobody had come
across an actual case though.
I am keen to get this sorted and cured as quickly as possible. The amount
that I have already changed is scary. I have been in denial that anything
serious was happening for too long. I am fucking scared to say the least.
They need to find a cure before I change too much.
I am finding it difficult to hold things together. I had to stop just now
while I had a sobbing fit. What is happening to me? Jenny is being very
good, but she is finding me very different. I need to have a long heart
to heart with Jenny.
Jo
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