Preface: The swimming pool water was found to have a chemical compound that would interact with the Y chromosome in males and change their bodies to be XX from XY. It also change bone structure and other physical characteristics of the body from being built like a male to be that of a female and other features, including reproductive organs. Only male children that had swam in the pool were effected, none of the females who swam were effected. The water from the pool was collected and stored in a safe and secure place by some government agency. It was then completely cleaned of all traces and fresh water installed. Monitors were install at a number of locations so that this would not happen again. Military and civilian investigations are being made. Overseas known perpetrators have been 'taken care of' and the lab that most likely made this was destroyed just to be safe. This incident was then classified top secrete on a need to know basis. Help is being given to the children effected. This case is otherwise closed.

1. This is a very dark and very sad story dealing with the worst side of human nature.
2. If you are under the age of 25, then this story is not for you don't read it! Exit now.
3. This story, like all of my stories, have been spell checked, sew I no it's wright.
4. Words on the other hand always confuse me.
5. Warnings:
1. There is suicide in this tale. If you have problems or have thought about it then avoid this tale and get professional help, it really helps.
2. This is the worst side of human nature that can happen, it needs to be told.
1. It needs to be told.
2. It is a tear jerker (If not then your not human, please refer to your robot guide pg 13)
3. It does not reflect true life.
3. This is only intended as entertainment. No character in this tale is real that I know of. And if you happen to resemble a parent in this tale, then seek professional help now.
4. Not everyone in the world is the same. Smile when you real this, because no one can be this bad!

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Chapter 01 — Waking up

I was on the bus with everyone else in school. I saw the other guys passing out right and left. I was no different. And that was my last thought before the pain was to much for my body to bear.

I woke up looking at the ceiling of the hospital. The pain was a lot less so we must have just go there. I tried to move my are over my eyes when I discovered that is was tied down with straps.

“Don't say anything or move, just stay still till we get there.” a nice looking nurse said to me as she put a towel over my face.

I could hear a door open ahead and heard a room full of girls. I guess that they put all of the girls in this room. I wonder if my girlfriend was in the room also. It seemed likely, as she was always where ever there was a group of them.

“Just hold on a little more Brian, we are nearly finished.” The nurse said.

The bed came to a stop. Then a couple of seconds later the towel was lifted and there were three girls looking over me. Two wore their short. I mean one inch short. One blond and the other red headed, the third one had hair that could only be called a butch cut, A brunette whose hair was not taken care of very well.

The blond said, “Hi, how are you doing guy?”

“Fine” I said with a voice that sounding like I had a sparrow down my throat.

“Don't worry about the sound of your voice.” The blond said.

“What happened?” I asked, again in that super high voice.

“We will explain in a minute. First, we have to say that you have been in a coma for about two weeks. And a few things have changed, like your voice.” The red had said.

“How long?” I asked. It seemed like I just passed out on the bus and woke while they carried me in. Two weeks were a shock. Maybe these girls were making fun of me.

“OK, I'm going to let your right arm free. I want you to look at your hand. O.K.?” The brunette said.

I shook my head OK, I didn't want to listen to myself again.

“Now reach up and put it on your chest” the brunette said again.

I obeyed and put it on my chest. Something was wrong. I could feel my chest being touched by my hand, but it felt wrong, swollen like. I must be drugged or something because I was not feeling right. I then thought that I was feeling a breast on my chest, It must be drugs, because that was not right. I felt around some more. I started to breath really fast, I couldn't take this started to hear a girl scream really loud, only when I saw a nurse give me a shot in the arm did I realize that I was the person screaming. As I faded out I heard someone say “Welcome to the scream room.”

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I woke up from a nightmare. But I was hearing girls all around me. It must have been what caused the nightmare. I could fell that I was strapped down. I also knew that I was drugged. I was really really sleepy.

“He's awake Doctor” One of the girls said next to my bed. I could move my head enough to see that there was four girls standing by my bed. They all had short hair, just like my nightmare. Maybe that was what caused the nightmare, I woke up saw one of those chicks and then went back to sleep and had it with out waking up.

“Hello Brian, I'm Doctor Lester, we need to talk OK, just nod your head?” Dr. Lester said.

I nodded my head yes.

“Do you understand that you are in a hospital?” he asked.

I nodded my head yes.

“Do you remembered passing out on the bus like the rest of the students?”

I nodded yes.

“There are a few side effects from your illness, like your voice, have you heard your voice?”

I nodded yes in my drugged state.

“And I have been told that you have felt another side effect, that of your breast swelling.”

I again nodded yes. So my breast were bigger, but they were only swollen.

“OK, now I'm going to let your right arm up again, and I want you to feel your swollen breast again so that you know that they are there OK?” as he let my right are free.

It took me a couple of tries to get my arm up off of the table. And it kind of fell onto my chest. Well it would have fallen on my chest if they have not been so big and swollen. They must have been like, ten times they size they use to be. I wonder how long it would be till they are back to normal?

“OK, no I want you to fell down between your legs for me. Can you do that please?” Dr. Lester asked.

I moved my hand down to my crouch. I tried to find my dick and balls, but there was nothing there. Where were they? Who had them? When were they going to put them back.

“One of the side effects of your illness is that you have become a girl Brian.” Dr. Lester said.

I understood what he said but all that happened was that tears came out of my eyes. I saw the doctor look up at the nurse and shortly thereafter I felt the shot that knocked me out again.

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I worked my way up from sleep. Slowly I started to remembered all of what happened to me. I started to yell at the top of my lungs. Ten seconds later I felt a short that knocked me out again.

I woke up again. I heard girls around me. I realized what I was and started to scream again. I felt a shot in my arm and a couple of minutes later I stopped screaming, but was instead crying. I never cried before. Some of the girls came around and watched me. I tried to stop, but I couldn't. One of the girls even gave me a hug. I must have cried for a couple of hours. And then I just laid there with all these girls around me.

“Welcome to the scream room.” this person said to me. I turned and looked at them. It was another one of those girls with no hair.

“What's your name?” She asked.

“Brian” I said idiomatically.

She just looked at me for a while. And then said, “What are you in here for?”

“I don't know” I responded.

“What happened” She said.

“Everyone at school got sick” I said.

“Did the girls get sick too”

“I don't think so, I only saw the guys getting sick before I passed out.”

“What happened after you passed out?” she asked.

“I woke up here.”

“Well I guess you can't complain waking up in a room full of girls, can you?”

“I don't know. Why am I here, why did they put me in with the girls, I'm a guy?”

“This is just the scream room, they put anyone that screams in here, so did you scream?”

“Yea”

“What did you scream about?” she asked.

“I must have had a night mare, cause I dreamed that they made me a girl”. I said.

“Oh, so that's why your here. Well, you can't really be a girl can you Brian, I mean that's impossible, isn't it.”she asked.

“Yea, that's impossible” I said.

“So if you think that your a girl, then you must still be dreaming, huh?”

“Yea” I said.

“Since your talking with a girls voice, you must still be dreaming? Huh?”

“Yea”

“So I'm going to let you have your right arm, and you can then prove that your still dreaming, cause no guy can just get tits in like minutes, can he?”

“No”

I felt my arm being untied and let lose. “OK, now you can prove that you are in a dream, so if you have breast, you must be dreaming.” And she took my right arm and placed if over my breast. “See you can feel that you have some breast, so you must be dreaming, so it's not really real.”

“Look at those hands they can't be your hands, can they, so you must still be dreaming guy.”

I looked at my hands, they looked like girls hands, with nails that were to wide and messed up.

“See there is nothing to be afraid of since it's all in a dream. You will wake up and find that you can't remember this dream, because you never remember all of your dreams. Now I'm going to untie your left arm and let you sit up. It's all a dream, so don't let anything bother you.”

As the bed rose, I could feel my chest. But it must be just a dream. OK else I hurt myself and all that weight was just from swelling that happened. And this dream was just confusing everything. As I sat up in the bed I could see girls all around me, they were mostly crying and sitting in chairs around the walls. Some were just sitting, or talking to girls that were crying. I was the only one in a bed. I looked down at my breast. They were girl breast. I could tell because girl had those dark big round nipples, and boys had small ones. I reached down between my legs again. I didn't care if a girl was right there next to me. They shouldn't have put me in here. I didn't feel my dick again. I must be dreaming. I couldn't help my self I started to cry again.

“How are you feeling Brian?” the girl asked again.

“What's wrong with me?” I asked.

“We have all caught something that changed us from boys to girls.” She said. “All of the guys caught it and changed us. Not everyone changed. Some died Brian. So count yourself lucky that you lived.”

“I don't want to be a girl” I said.

“No one wanted to change into a girl Brian, but we did, and it sucks.” she said.

I looked around again, and realized that most of the girls had guy hair cuts, just like me. So this was not a dream. We all changed into girls. “What's going to happen to us down? What are they going to do to us?” I asked with more than a quiver in my voice.

“As you calm down, we are going home.” she said. “Lets get you out of the bed so that someone else can be brought in.” She untied all of the restraints. She then helped me off of the bed and sat me down in a chair that had places to hang the bags that were still flowing into my arm. Two girls then took the bed and rolled it out of the room, never leaving the room themselves.

I sat in my chair, occasionally sniffling and crying. I just couldn't stop crying.

Beds came and went with some girls leaving all of the time. Doctors and nurses would also come and go. After what seemed like days I was able to not cry so much.

The girl that I had talked to earlier had left when someone came and told her that her parents were waiting for her. The one thing that she tried to get me to do was give myself a girls name. She had to be joking.

The doctor came and and sat next to me. “I think that we are going to keep you here overnight Brian for observation just to make sure that everything is OK with you. We are also going to run a few more blood test.”

I was allowed to go back to a room. After a few gallons of blood were taken I was told to sleep.

“Brian your parents are not going to come and get you right now. We seem to be having a little trouble with them understanding the results of the incident involving your change in gender. They think that it can't happen, and frankly I can't blame them. So principal and sheriff is going to take a couple of you home in an of hour. So why don’t you get ready.” The nurse said.

An hour later I was in the sheriff's car, being driven home. We didn't go home, we stopped at where my father worked at a factory. I was told to just stay in the car until the sheriff came back. I waited about fifteen minutes. Then the sheriff came back out with my father. Father had his hands tied behind his back and was not looking to happy. The sheriff placed him in the back seat and came around me to front and got in.

“Can you confirm that this is your father?” He asked me.

I was looking at the floor and wishing that I could crawl under the car. “Yes, this is a dad”

My dad started cussing and swearing that he had a son and not a 'god damn fag for a daughter'. The sheriff ignored him and drove us both home. At home I could see that my mother was already home from work. It must have been noon, so she must have had to take off most of the afternoon.

The sheriff got out and motioned me to follow him. I got out of the car and followed him to the front door where mom was just opening the door. I didn't want to go home after what dad had said in the car about me.

“Mr. and Mrs Sierpinski. Can we step inside for a while.” the sheriff asked politely

“What's going on? And why is John under arrest? And who is this girl?” mom asked the sheriff.

“I came here to explain the judges orders to you and Mr. Sierpinski. I would rather do it inside, where we can have some time for me to explain it to you Mrs. Sierpinski.”

We finally got into the living room. The sheriff said “Mr. Sierpinski, I am going to release you so that you can get comfortable in your chair before I go over this with you, it's going to take a while for me to cover all of the points that the judge wants to make perfectly clear to you. Are you going to just sit in your chair and listen to the judges orders? If not I will simply arrest you, take you downtown, and you will never see the light of day again. Is that clear sir?”

My dad could have put the sheriff six foot under if looks alone could kill. “OK” dad said.

After we all sat down the sheriff pulled out papers from his folder and opened them up.

“The judge has ordered the following for everyone involved in this terrorist act.
First no one is to say anything to any body. He has put a gag order on this whole thing. That means if you say anything to anyone you go to jail, period. Not even a trail for you Mr. Sierpinski because it has been declared an issue of Nation Security.
Second this is in fact your son. In the days that follow. . . “

My dad interrupted “This damn thing is not my son. My son doesn't have tits and a pussy.” he said while raising from his chair.

“Mr. Sierpinski do you want to go to jail?” The sheriff asked.

“No, of course not, no on wants to go to jail. But if it means going to jail, or accepting this thing as my son, then haul me away.” dad said.

“OK” the sheriff said while whipping out his handcuffs and butting them around my dad wrist before he could say another word.

“You are here-by under arrest for stating your intentions to ignore the judges orders.” The sheriff then took my father outside and placed him in the backseat of the car. He then returned to the house. “Shall we continue Mrs. Sierpinski?”

Mom listened to all of the judges orders. They basically said I as Brian, but that I was to be treated as a real girl. That any activity that was not for girls only was disallowed. It was very exhaustive and included what I was allowed to wear, go to school, classes that I was allowed to take, even the colors and decoration of my room. The some penalties were also listed for failure to follow the intentions of the judges orders. They were not simple ones either. I could tell that I wasn't going to see dad for a while.

After the sheriff drove off with dad. Mom said. “What am I going to do for money now?”

“How about I get a job Mom?” I said.

She just looked at me. “I saw from the judges orders that your already going to cost thousands girl. Dam right your going to pay for yourself. The judges said that your going to take over Brian’s life, well John and I had planned on Brian getting a job to help out with the expenses of this family. So you better believe it that your going to bust your but to replace what we expected Brian to bring in and also pay for all those girly things that the judge said we had to get for you. You have two hours to start earning money, and I don’t care if you work for it standing up, or on your back. Now get the hell out of here.”

Chapter 02 Betty goes to Work

It was the fifteenth application that I had filled out today. I only had two more days before school re-started. Mom was still made at me for causing dad to be in jail. And mom could not even visit him. She had gone and seen the judge yesterday. The judge had been very clear. Dad was staying in jail for another week then would be transferred to the state hospital for the foreseeable future. The judge said that my name was now Betty Ann Sierpinski. She could tell everyone she traded Brian with her niece from back east because Betty's mom had also got feed up with Betty and the two of you thought it would be a good idea to change the two of you and give each other some breathing room. But if this didn't work out then mom would find herself in jail just like dad.

Fifteenth times the charm. “Yes mam I would love to be the night receptionist” I said. So I started that day. Just lucky for me the receptionist didn't show up for the third straight day in a row. I started right then and there.

That night I got home after ten PM. “And just where have you been all night you little tramp?” mom asked.

“I got a job as a receptionist answering phones, typing and filing” I said.

“And why didn't you call? And when you get your check, you are going to sign it over to me. Consider it payment for the food you eat and the bed you sleep in.” mom left me at the door and went up stairs. But at the top of the stairs she turned around and said. “I've been working all day, you can clean the house and kitchen, and after school starts Monday you can do your homework after those things, then you can go to bed. And since John and Brian’s gone, you can do the yards on weekends. I want all those weeds gone this weekend before school starts. If you start first thing Saturday morning, you should be able to finish by Sunday night.”

I worked for two more days.

Saturday morning mom was at my door “Get your lazy ass out of bed and get to work in the yard. You are already slept in to late to get me breakfast. So you can do with out too.”

Saturday and Sunday I spend working in the yard. Dad nor I had worked in the yard for years other than mowing it once a month. I finally just got the worst of the weeds out. If I got rid of all of the weeds. Ice water was to much trouble for mom to get me, so she made me drink water out of the hose like the animal I was she said.

Monday was school. Since I didn't have any cloths I put on my old Brian clothes. The boxer shorts just didn't seem right, and I knew that the blue jeans that I had were to big, but I turned up the cuffs and made a hole in the belt. I could almost wrap it around twice.

The school schedule was all messed up. Every class that I went to was changed it seemed. I was listed as Betty in every class, but the class was not right. History was woman’s studies or something, and Math was how to do home budgets. Auto shop class was changed to sewing class. By the end of the day I was miserable. And there was a new dress code for tom-girls, which is what everyone was calling all of the guys that were changed. I didn't own a dress, so I knew that I wasn't going to be able to pass. Oh well.

Right after school I went to the receptionist job. They told me in no uncertain terms that my dressing was not acceptable. When I told them that I didn't own a dress or skirt, or even a pair of slacks they didn't believe me. Finally I was given $10 and told to get something from the thrift store across town tomorrow before work. I got home from work to find the biggest mess I had ever seen in the kitchen and a note from mom telling me to clean it up and don't forget to vacuum the whole house except her bed room, the one with out dad in it.

Next day at school was a disaster. I of course couldn't wear what the school wanted, so first period I was escorted to the gym which seems to have been made into the largest dressing room you could image. I was sat down and explained that I was not dressed according to the new dress-code. I said that I was unable to wear dresses that I didn't own. When told that my parents should be providing me the clothes. I informed them that they had already thrown my dad in jail for not providing me a place to eat and sleep. After about two hours of this crap back and forth, they finally gave up and just took me into a room, striped me and dressed me up. I hurt for a couple more hours from the holds they had on me. I should have realized that they must have been military in the way that they were able to hold me still, against my struggles, while the other one dressed me. It saved me a trip across town to get an outfit. I wore it to work, and they were very happy with it. I thought that it look like a hooker outfit, with the dress swinging, showing my ass, with every step I took.

When I got home the kitchen was in a mess again, there were at least 10 pots again. Mom never used 10 pots a week before. After 1AM I started my homework, but quickly feel asleep at the table. The next thing I knew mom as screaming at me as to why I stayed out all night dressed as a common prostitute.

After taking her tirade I washed up, put on any clothes I could find, which meant another pair of jeans, and went to school. The same thing again, except this time I just said, sorry, I'm new to these rules, was dressed and back to class in fifteen minutes. After school work was a breeze. And then home again to another mess. This time mud all over the house with a nice note from mother. Clean up the mud from the plumbers having to fix the bathroom that you broke yesterday. At 3AM I was finished enough. I went to bed knowing that mom would be in to wake me up. And I was not disappointed when she came in at 4 AM and said that I had to get up and fix her breakfast before getting ready for school. Girls had to get up early to fix themselves everyday, so I might as well get us to it.

“The school has a new dress-code, where all of the girls have to wear dresses or skirts to school” I said.

“Well I don't have extra money to waste on you getting a wardrobe. So you'll just have to continue to wear Brian’s things. After all you are suppose to be Brian, just without a dick between your legs.” mom yelled at me.

I wore my old clothes again. But this time I went directly to the gym and reported, your going to make me change clothes anyway, so lets just get it over with. The dress this time was not showing my ass at least.

“You know if you get your hair fixed, you wont have to wear these short skirts that was acquired to dress you tom-girls in just to make a point about being a real girl and not a guy in a girls body.” the woman told me.

“I wish that I could, but money is to tight right now for mom to buy anything at all for me. Maybe after I get my first paycheck I'll be able to afford some clothes from the goodwill store.” I said.

“Make sure that you get new panties if you can dear, and if you have to get used ones, then make sure that you wash them in bleach a couple of times to make sure you kill all of the germs.”

“Thank you I'll make sure that they are clean, I've learned the difference between the real need for girls to be clean, and that lack of need of cleanliness in boys.

School was good that day. Even tho I skipped the last class of the day so that I would have time to get to that thrift store and buy some clothes. With the $10 they gave me I was able to get a weeks worth of usable girls skirts that fit and blouses. I couldn't afford real girl shoes. I would just have to put that off for a while more I guess.

The rest of the week was OK. Til Saturday, that's when I found out my father came home. I was working outside on the yard, weeding again when dad drove up. He didn't even look at me as he went inside. I tried to follow him inside, but the door was locked. He had locked me out of the house. Our door was never locked when both parents were home. Just one more change to family life for me. I worked in the yard till it got dark. Then I tried to go inside to clean up. The front door was locked, and so was the back kitchen door when I tried it. I went back to the front door and rang the door bell. I could hear it ring from inside, but no one ever answered. I started ringing and ringing it. It was getting colder, I must have waited for hours and hours. I finally curled up on the porch and went to sleep. It was a good thing that it was warm out that night. The next morning as dad came out the front door to go to work he said “Just like a tramp out all hours of the night being a hooker.”

I tried to go past him, but he blocked me. “I rang the door bell after working all day in the yard, but you wouldn't let me in” I said.

“Likely story, get inside and get leaned up. Because of you I'm going to have to work six days a week for a year, just to pay that dam fine the judge gave me.” he said as he went to the garage to get his car for work. “So I don't want to hear about any bitching from you.”

I went inside to get cleaned up. After a shower, I looked in the mirror at the girl that I saw looking back at me. Dad and mom would never see Brian again. All they would ever see would be this strange girl that some old judge made them take in.

Lose of hope was a strange thing.

That night when dad got home he opened the garage door. Hanging from the rafters was a girls body hanging from a rope. He took his phone and dialed 911. “There is a girls dead body hanging in the middle of my garage, can you have someone come and take care of it for me.”