Connor woke up. Kendall laid besides him, still sleeping. He stealthily moved out of bed, avoiding waking her up. He walked to the bathroom. It was becoming some sort of ritual, waking up and checking the damage to his body in the mirror each morning.
He started at the top. His face was different. He had a less defined brow. His features were much softer. He moved further down. His hard pecs were gone. In their place was soft fat. He gulped as he moved further down, to his crotch. His fears were confirmed. His penis hadn't just shrunk. It was gone. In its place was a slit surrounded by blonde hair.
"You have to be fucking kidding me!" he yelled out in anger. His voice was different. No longer a deep bass, but instead a voice similar to his prepuberty voice.
He heard Kendall entering the room. She must have woken up with all the noise had made.
"You're a girl?" she asked dumbfounded.
In the mirror Connor could see an androgynous-looking person, but it was undeniable. Especially with a vagina between the legs. It was true.
"I'm a girl." he stated. He was in shock.
"My boyfriend can't be a girl. This can't work." she stammered.
"Babe, we can work this out, find a way to reverse this." he said, approaching her.
"What if it is contagious?" She backed away from him. "What if the curse, or disease, or whatever it is spreads to me. I don't want to be a boy."
"Babe, it won't spread." he assured, even though he had no idea if it would or not.
"This just too much." she fretted. "Besides I have to go to school. I have enough absence as it is."
Kendall hurriedly got dressed and left for home to prepare for school, leaving Connor alone. At first Connor felt hopeless. The previous day, he had tried to research all about his change, but he found no answer. He began to get frustrated. He fumed with anger. Anger, at what had happened to him, ruining his life. What if someone was behind this? What if it was some kind of curse or drug from one of his enemies, and oh did he have many enemies at school. If he found who wwas behind this, oh then they would have to pay. Connor Blackheart always got the last word.
He decided he should go to school to search for clues of who's behind this. He would be incognito. No one would recognize him in his current state. He had no idea if it would bring him any results, but he couldn't just sit back and let all this happen to him. He was a man of action. It was in his nature to seek out any problem and destroy it directly head on.
He searched his wardrobe for fitting clothes. All of his old clothes were too large, hanging ill-fittingly over his narrower frame. Luckily, deep down in the closet, he found some clothes from middle school he had forgotten to throw out. He got dressed in a pair of jeans and a sweater. They didn't fit perfectly, but it was good enough.
Connor briskly walked to school, fuming in rage.