Too little too late. Intense fear and intense arousal cancelled each other out, paralyzing him just long enough for his old memories to be completely overwritten.
Boys had vaginas, girls had penises. That was just how it always was and thinking otherwise would be absurd, though those strange photo-manipulated beings called “pussygirls” he’d seen once or twice in forbidden corners of the internet would make the basic idea familiar.
Forgotten in the overwrite rush, Nate dropped the remote to the floor and stumbled to his bedroom wondering just why his slot had gotten so wet all of the sudden.
Flopping down on the bed, his thoughts drifted to girls and cocks. The old Nate would have been horrified at what he thought, but now these fantasies were completely natural, even encouraged a bit as part of a healthy boy’s maturity. His pussy ached softly between his legs and he reached down to rub it through his pants, conscious of the eventual need to change out of them or risk an embarrassing wet spot forming.
Nate’s new life had begun, though he might never actually know it. Now it was only a matter of where he’d go from here.