Abayomi was a 19-year-old man from Nigeria. For all his life the injustices of his home country had angered him, but even more than poverty and violence what he hated about his homeland was the attitude towards women. He felt it was ridiculous how because of old religions and colonisers, half the human race was looked down upon. Especially because deep down he felt women were beautiful and wished he could help them, but being a man he knew he couldn't really understand or help as much as he wanted.
Ty felt a little heartwarmed at finding out what Abayomi felt. He seemed a very kind-hearted man, and hopefully his power transforming the young man would not only make him happy, but would improve things for people in his home country.
Aboyami was starting to feel a strange warmth in his body from the virus as it started to affect him. He noticed his arms seem to slim down and a gurgling alerted him to his figure following suit. He gasped and went to his mirror to take a look at himself and try to work out what was happening- when he pulled off his shirt, he noticed his torso seemed to have shrunk noticeably, and he even seemed shorter. His jeans suddenly felt tight, and he pulled them off as he realized his hips were widening, and his butt seemed larger while his legs and feet were more small. His underwear seemed uncomfortable as hell, and he pulled it down too, standing naked in front of his mirror.
He had a full view of himself as the transformation continued unabated. His face softened and his lips turned puffier, and his previously short hair expanded out in frizzy curls. There wasn't much of him that still looked masculine, really just his flat chest and the penis between his legs. This, too, soon started to change. His nipples expanded and turned erect and his chest sprouted until it formed C-cup sized breasts, and he peered over them as he felt an odd sensation envelope his crotch. His balls moved up inside him and his scrotum sank inwards and opened at its centre to form labia, and his penis shrank down with its nerve endings concentrating around a tiny point as it became a clitoris.
As her transformation finished, Abayomi looked at her new form with an unfamiliar sense of pride- she was a woman now, and she liked it more than he had ever liked manhood, no matter how much society told him he should. She smiled and somehow knew instinctively that her condition was infectious- she could infect anyone who perpetuated the old nonsense about the sexes and create equality at last!