“No....” John was heard to say softly.
Everyone looked at him and saw him staring down at his file.
“Not you then, John?” his mother asked, thinking he was just reading off the negative.
John looked up at her with wide, teary eyes and said,”Its me.... this isn’t fair.... First I learn I’m turning into a fucking monster and now I learn I’m going to turn into a fucking chick?”
“Hey, come on, its not the end of the world.” Susan said though she and everyone else felt an incredible wave of relief that it wasn’t them.
“Your Mom’s right, pal, this isn’t bad, your life - OUR lives - aren’t over, just changing.” Mike chimed in.
“Its alright, John, we might be identical twins soon,” Mary said, patting her brother’s trembling hand,”And Mom and I can teach you all you need to know.”
“All I need to know?!” John said,”I don’t want this! I don’t want to be a girl! Why is it me that has to change like this?!”
“We don’t yet know why the virus affects some differently than others even within sets of twins,” The Doctor said,”But you won’t be going through this alone. You’ll have your family and our staff here to help you transition.”
“Why are you all all acting so fucking calm?!” John said angrily, standing up suddenly, his file and chair falling to the floor,”Stop acting like this is okay! Its not okay! I don’t want to be a girl!”
He was as attracted to girls as any red blooded teen boy could be, but the idea of suddenly being the target of the very fantasies where he’d once been the seductor filled him with intense self loathing. Looking down at his lithe body he shuddered imagining himself sprouting breasts and his cock, his favorite toy, retreating inside of him to become a slimy receptacle for male pleasure.
“John, there is no stopping the transformation,” The Doctor said,”But....”