Virus                           by: Destiny

 

Part One

The second gulf war was to be remembered, not for the massive casualties or Britain's first use of nukes but for the Iraq's last act of defiance, the virus. It swept across the globe in a matter of weeks, no-one could find a cure. The results of this virus were astounding, any man who contracted it would find his genetic code being rewritten. A lucky man would find himself merely growing a large pair of breasts (typically DD cup), others could find themselves gaining anything from female body shape to full transformation to femininity. The world was never to be the same again.

The first infectee was discovered in the city of London. Sam Glassford stumbled in through the front door of his flat and turned on his television set, he didn't really want to listen but he needed some noise while he made coffee to get over his hangover. Sam had had a great night, he'd scored with a stunning Middle Eastern student, funny he thought that she would want to celebrate her side losing a war, still he never understood those Arab feuds. In the background the newsreader started talking about the risk of terrorist retaliation with biological weapons. Sam drank his coffee switched the television off and decided to get some sleep. The office he decided, could wait another day.

When Sam awoke it was with an odd fuzzy feeling in his head and a slight tightness in his chest, he dismissed those as a mere legacy of his hangover. He fist began to suspect that something was wrong when he had to stretch slightly to reach the top shelf in the bathroom, and when he started to shave Sam noticed that he didn't have as much beard as he should. "I've got to cut down on the booze" he muttered to himself" it's affecting my mind." He noticed his face seemed a little odd, but just ignored his worries.

As Sam pulled his trousers on he noticed that not only did his legs seem more defined and slimmer, they were now totally hairless they were also clinging to his bottom. When he pulled his belt tight it was two notches tighter than usual and his shirt seemed awfully tight in the chest but loose at the waist. "What the hell is happening to me?" His voice had now changed from his normal baritone to a more breathy, sultry tone. Sod the office, he thought, I've got to get to a doctor. Sam discovered to his shock that he now needed three pairs of socks to get his shoes to fit his feet, not only that but his trouser legs seemed to bunch up at the ankles he appeared to have lost four inches in height.

Sam ran down the stairs to where his car was parked, as he did so he could feel his chest not only strain against the front of his shirt it also seemed to move oddly underneath the fabric. "oh shitohshitohshit" he swore sounding more and more like a scared woman with every step that he took. He tore open his car door and threw himself behind the wheel and was scared to find that he had to adjust the seat to reach the pedals. As he moved the mirror to compensate for his new viewpoint Sam brushed a long strand of blonde hair from his face. It took a few seconds for him to register what he had just done but when it did he twisted the cars mirror so he could see himself in it. Sam gasped loudly with his new feminine tone as he saw his reflection. Where his hair had once a brown close cut style, it was now shoulder length blonde and below that. Sam stared at the face in the mirror, the face stared back. It was definitely his face but it was a softened, feminine version. Sam felt a twinge of pain in his jaw and at the same time he saw the jawline of the face in the reflection (he still couldn't bring himself to think of it as his face) become less square, more pointed, more feminine. He hurriedly twisted the ignition key and the engine of his mark two Subaru Impreza Turbo roared into life, as he pulled into the road he noticed that his hands seemed very slim and graceful on the wheel. He had to get some help, and Sam knew just where to go.

 

 

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