“Heads up man!”

Barely catching the heavy bottle flung through the air with dainty arms midway through cleaning up after a tiring workout session, a slender young lady cups the oversized thing between her hands, fumbling with it for a moment before managing to pop it open, tipping it over to take a greedy gulp of the refreshing drink without touching the rim with her dried lips, much to the disdain of the man who had tossed her the bottle.

"What? No love for your bud? We're best friends aren't we?"

Feigning ignorance to his whining, the exhausted girl hangs onto the bottle for the time being as she turns to face him with half lidded eyes, blinking droplets of sweat away as the rest drips down her face, soaking into the towel slung lazily around her neck while the rest slips away into the spacious gap of her collar, maneuvering around petite breasts before coalescing on a warm navel, smooth and toned. A sight that could barely be glimpsed by the men’s size clothing she was wearing.

“Y’know…you really should get some new clothes that are more…your size? Aren’t you worried about a wardrobe malfunction?”

“What’s the harm? It’s my own room…and it’s just you and me anyway.”

“Look, that's not the…*sigh* you’re not a man anymore alright? You’ve gotta be more aware of your surroundings…and what’s that last part supposed to mean anyway? I’m a dude!”

"Hmm…never thought I'd see Mister Fred using his brain…I might have to think twice about calling in the zoo's bounty for their missing chimp…"

"Ha ha…funny…seriously though we're gonna need to get your wardrobe fixed…how long has it been since you changed?"

Hearing that triggers a momentary flashback in the girl's mind as it takes her back to a moment in time where her room had become a temporary prison and the sheets of the bed, her only solace to bear against sleepless nights wrought about by an incredibly high fever hanging dangerously close to a fatal 40, accompanied by mind crushing headaches that left her feeling light headed and stinging in her joints that made each involuntary movement feel like her own flesh was trying to tear its way out of her skin.

But in the memory, she wasn't there on the bed, it was a man not too dissimilar from her muted friend. A temporary dissonance that would fix itself as time begins to accelerate in the dreamscape, causing beads of cold sweat to appear across her forehead as she feels the man's body start to ripple and undulate like water, growing smaller and smaller as muscle ebbs and fades, leaving tender skin stripped of hair follicles and supple fat lining dainty limbs…but it wasn't a pleasant experience.

She felt hot, terribly so from all the constant, severe biological changes going on. And as the man's privates begin to dissolve and reshape, gaining new organs while repurposed sacs slide around beneath a tender stomach, the memory of that intense pain shocks the girl awake in tandem with her friend's hand landing on her shoulder, turning her head up in a jiffy with the whites of her eyes on full display as she stares into her friend's look of concern, realizing she hadn't been breathing for quite awhile now as the bubble in her lungs slowly dissipates.

"Sorry…didn't mean to make you remember…"

"I-its…fine…"

In the modern era, there existed a new disease with terribly low rates of survival, especially so for men. No one knew where it had come from but what little there was seemed to point towards a man made origin. For no natural virus was capable of doing what this one was…

On the off chance that the host survived it's rampage and was a male, the virus would begin a painful process to ensure that the victim would never be able to pass on their genetic information to the next generation through the utter obliteration of their ability to procreate, transforming the victim into a biologically functional female in a process similar to that of crabs and clownfish inverting their genders whenever the need arose. But unlike the aforementioned animals, the process would leave the resulting woman infertile; unable to bear a child as if the loss of their manhood wasn't bad enough already.

Some said it was a biological weapon intended to decimate a country's ability to sustain itself. Others hopped on the religious bandwagon, claiming that the time of man was at an end. But the disease itself had been fairly easy to contain. As long as the infected remained isolated and/or wore something like a mask, the chance of transmission was close to zero since the virus would die seconds after exiting the host body. But that still hadn't stopped the local authorities from barricading Sam's room with tape and filtration systems, making her feel like a lab rat for the duration of her time with the fabled infection she still wondered how she had managed to come down with. An errant blob of saliva intercepted by a fellow runner during her daily morning runs maybe…

Whatever the case, it didn't change the fact that she was now a woman…and her friend still seemed hesitant himself to consider her in that light despite his own insistence that she do so herself. And that was a whole other can of worms she didn't want to deal with right now…although she did have some plans in mind to ease herself away from the events of that day…and in her current condition alongside what she'd just been told; she wasn't in a state to be going outside on her own, not when she needed assisted exercise to help nurse her devastated physique back to full health.

Although with the help of her own self appointed trainer and closest friend, Sam was almost positive a quick trip to the mall and back wouldn't hurt as she turned to face him, tapping him lightly on the back to get his attention.

"What you said earlier…about my wardrobe…do you think we could head over to the mall for a bit?"

"The mall huh? But…that's quite a bit aways…and in your current state…I think that's a bit risky…"

"But you'll be there right? Plus, I'll need someone to help pitch in on what fits…if you don't want to I can have Ma go with me…"

"No…I'll go…we go now…"

"Really? If it's too much trouble then I don't mind if we go another day."

"Now's good…I'll go tell your mom…you go get cleaned up and changed."

Without another word, Sam's friend hurriedly makes his exit. Leaving her alone in the bedroom with a slim smile on her face after having manipulated him so easily. After all, the man was usually a massive lech, a horndog who would drool at the sight of a beautiful lady so getting him strung along as a personal cargo handler was easy enough…which also made it slightly confusing for Sam to see him act that way towards her as she turns toward the full body mirror, patting herself down before giving her reflection a once over in the polished glass.

Nothing spectacular…for all intents and purposes, she looked below average at best with her skeletal figure. Although she couldn't really tell since the virus had left her in a severe state of malnutrition she was still working to fix…given a few months time however…

"Nah…there's just no way…"

Proceeding to shuffle over towards her wardrobe for a fresh change of clothes to swap out, the feminized girl sighs at her apparent realization of the truth behind her friend's words while sorting through her current arsenal of oversized shirts, jeans and other assorted articles of menswear. With the validity of her medical leave due by the tail end of the month…she needed to settle the issue of better fitting attire sooner rather than later alongside the nuances associated with her inverted gender.

'To think I'd have to go and get myself a set of bra and panties to wear…'

To Be Continued