Erika Donnington was the happiest soon-to-be-former girl in the world. She had the TG flu. She knew she did. She'd woken up with some minor sniffles and gone to her girl's "school"(not that it was much of a school, since all it taught was housekeeping and ways to please men) anyway, told by her father that it was just a cold, but as the day went on she could feel something changing inside, and she just knew. She wasn't showing any signs of changing externally yet, but she felt more confident, felt years of learned submission and obedience starting to melt away.
But there was one thing she could do to make the rest of the day better. She had to infect her family. Her cruel father and brother, who had never treated her as anything but property and a convenient way to get their rocks off, had to get what was coming to them. Her mother wasn't abusive, but she was utterly broken, thought of herself as worthless property and lifelessly obeyed their commands. Erika only despised her for that, as she despised all women who gave in to this twisted world, but she figured her mother should get a chance at freedom, if there was anything left of her to seize it, and if not, and the shock of changing just drove her mad, then, well, it was little loss.
But as soon as she started showing signs of maleness the authorities would show up to quarantine her until she was no longer contagious, so she had to act fast. She made sure to sneeze on as many people as she could during class, and then in between class, she made her escape. If it was discovered that a girl had cut class the consequences would be very severe, but it was worth the risk. Hopefully, she'd be a boy before she got caught anyway, but there wasn't time to wait until after school. She'd be sprouting facial hair by then.
She raced home, thanking God that she lived within walking range(since females weren't allowed to drive), and found her father passed out on the couch, his beer having fallen from his hand and spilled upon the ground. For a second, the sight frightened her. On a normal day, she'd be rushing to clean it up before he woke and got angry, but her new growing confidence and rebellion urged her onwards. She approached his unconscious form, which thankfully would likely not be waked if a plane crashed in their living room, so drunk was he. She wanted to make sure he was infected. It was gross, but she dug out a big booger, spit on it, and crammed it deep up his nose. He didn't wake, and she smiled a euphoric smile. If luck held out, her horrible father was no more, soon to be her submissive and obedient mother who she could order around as she pleased.