As the boy that had once been his son was led away by his, now her, mother, Mike felt disgusted.
Turning, he marched back to his sons room and started to pick of the girls clothing scattered about. He did not pay much attention to the amulet or when it brushed against what appeared to be several pairs of underwear that looked like they would fit a ten year old.
Throwing the amulet and the clothes into a garbage bag, he thought to himself, "I teach that queer boy good."
Failing to notice the changes over coming him, he dragged the bag down the hall and outside; encountering none of the family, whom he presumed where off dealing with the sissy.
Seeing the garbage truck pulling up, he ran to catch it. As he pulled closed, he noticed that it was harder to run and thought, "Need to start doing those morning exercises again," he thought as he flagged down the garbage men.
He watched in satisfaction as the two men threw the bag into the back of the truck and engaged the compacter.
Noticing the funny looks they were giving him, he quickly turned and started walking back to the house. Noticing that his pants felt odd, he began to worry.
He really began to worry when he walked in and his wife asked, "Mike! What have ya done to yourself?"
Wondering what the woman was talking about, Mike quickly ran to the hallway mirror and gasped. For peering back at him was his face now surrounded by shoulder length red hair and not only was his face was becoming more feminine, he was finding that he had to stand on tip-toes in order to see into the mirror.
Looking back at his family, he saw his son, now a seven year old girl and screamed, "What have you done to me?"