Billie's father Robert, now known as Robbie(Short for Roberta) sat in amazement as she watched all of the chaos unfolding outside of her office. She hadn't seen such a massive traffic jam and general sense of worry and panic since 9/11 when all the worried parents rushed to pick up all their kids from...
“Billy!” she gasped, suddenly realizing that her five year old son might be caught in this horrible gender wave. Picking up her new purse, which had somehow materialized from nothing, the new woman awkwardly got up from her seat and sashayed to the end of the room where the elevators were, still not used to her new body and center of gravity, not to imagine the slowness required of walking in heels(Or her huge tits). At least the blouse and business skirt she was wearing was comfortable. Finding her parking space, Robbie was bummed to discover that her very slick looking Audi had turned into a “Mom car” minivan. Sighing, she stepped inside the foreign vehicle and looked for the keys in her purse, finding them immediately in addition to several unwanted female items such as makeup, and then started the car. She tried to readjust her seat and mirror to compensate for her new shorter height(Robert being a strapping 6'3, the new “Robbie” only being 5'7) but found it unnecessary, as they were already in the correct positions, Robbie intuitively realizing that reality had been altered and compensated for all the little things like
“Weird” she said, staring at her new doe eyes, slowly backing out of the parking space. She had been one of the last people at the office since the gender wave had hit, being somewhat bemused by the event, watching her now stunningly hot co-workers one by one ask to take an early leave and reading about all of the worldwide anxiety on her work computer until it had hit her that Billy must have gotten the same effect. As she exited the parking lot, Robbie, turned on her headset phone to call her wife Elizabeth, who was a stay at home mom.
“Liz!?” she asked, sounding more panic-stricken than she had intended.
“Who's this!?” screamed Elizabeth in an equally panicky fashion.
“It's Robbie...I mean Robert. For some reason I keep calling myself Robbie now. It's me, your husband.”
“Oh my god, it got you too!? Are you a woman now!?” asked the wife, having watched the unprecedented transformation event on CNN for the last few hours after all of the male attendees at the Rio Olympics suddenly passed out.
“Unfortunately. Listen, have you picked Billy up from school?”