Ellie was in a swimming-pool accident when she was 8 and woke up in the hospital learning she'd never be able to walk again. A lot of tears were shed, and countless hours of horrible physical therapy were spent trying to get her half-numb arms in shape. She was mentally ready to have a wonderful life once, but it was all destroyed by the sudden change in her body, and she felt the overwhelming weight of paralysis crushing her each and every day. Her spirit struggled to overcome the constant pain, pressure, and humiliation to which her broken body now subjected her. Every bowel movement, every homework assignment, every itch she couldn't reach was an overwhelming reminder that she could never be truly alive, that she was trapped in a cursed and broken body, forever, and could never really start living. It was all about recovering, caring for the broken body every hour of every day, until she grew old and died.
Anyway, the Danny virus was a lucky break.
Hannah was a teen now and caught the virus from Jeff. One day she felt tingling in her legs and feet, the first time she'd felt them in years. Her arms grew stronger and she could flex them like she'd been unable to do for years. She felt her organs, her intestines churning and rumbling. She felt her butt! Wow! She tried to climb out of her wheelchair and stumbled over onto the floor, as the transformation took a few minutes. She rubbed her feet with her hands, such a beautiful feeling. She touched her butt and her belly. Then she realized her clothes weren't going to fit her new body, so she awkwardly took them off. Within a few minutes, she was Danny, and she stood up proudly in her naked male body. "Mom! Dad!" she yelled, running around the house. "I can walk! I can walk!!" She jumped and down feeling her dick and balls and big flabby muffin-top belly flop around.