Chaos exploded around me and the horrendous noise rolled over me like thunder, threatening to deafen me from the raw force of it. Everywhere I looked, there were wild and ferocious creatures that could end my life... or worse. I shuddered slightly as I looked around the complete madhouse that I was trapped within. The zoo known as high school.

I took another look around and shook my head, glancing back to the drivers ed pamphlet in my hands. I was filled with anticipation, barely able to wait until I was eligible to attend, just so that I could get my license. Unfortunately though, I still had several months to wait before I was the required 15 and a half.

"And ten more minutes before school starts," I reminded himself, slowly moving towards first period.

Just then, I noticed someone familiar walking towards me. He was about my height, with shaggy brown hair and wearing a pair of glasses. A faint smile decorated his face.

"Yo, Dylan," he called out to me.

"Hey Kyle," I nodded towards him, "What's up?"

Kyle just grinned with an excited look in his eyes. "Not much." Then he chuckled before adding with an even bigger grin, "But Sherry caught the Bug."

"The Bug?" I repeated stupidly, staring at him and not sure whether to laugh or feel sorry for Sherry.

Sherry was Kyle's older sister, only by one year but she used that slight age difference to lord it over him. She was one of those gorgeous girls that always seemed to have everything going for them and all the guys lined up. And though I wouldn't admit it to Kyle, I had a bit of a hard on for her myself.

"Yep," Kyle nodded enthusiastically, "But we just found out this morning so we don't know how bad yet."

I nodded again, frowning as I thought about Sherry with the Bug. Or at least that was what we sometimes called it. The technical name was Burke's Biomorphic Virus, though people called it a variety of things, usually being Burke's Bug, the Bug or just simply Burke's. No matter what it was called though, the Bug was still the same.

For a moment I was lost in thought, thinking about the Bug. About how it had suddenly changed everything. It was about 5 years earlier that the first cases of the Bug suddenly appeared. No one knew for sure where it came from, or at least admitted it publicly, though there was no limit on the number of theories available.

A lot of people thought that Burke's was some government or corporate genetics project that had gotten loose, either by accident or on purpose. Though which government was yet another question surrounded by theories. Others thought that it came from space, or was a mutation from some already existing virus. There were even some who swore that it was the work of God... or the devil.

I vaguely remembered the time when the Bug first showed up myself, but I knew that when the first cases were discovered, people were in a panic. Quarantines were declared and the infected were locked away. However, within a short time it was realized that none of that did any good. It was already too late and the Bug had spread around the world.

Then, after the initial panic, people had calmed down. Especially once many of them or people that they knew had caught it... and survived. In fact, there were very few fatalities from the Bug and it had almost become commonplace in the years since. Sort of like the chicken pox or the flu.

No one had ever seen anything like the Bug before, but what was most amazing was what it did to those who caught it. It changed them. It changed them in ways that science still had a hard time trying to explain. The effects varied from person to person, sometimes being very mild but sometimes being rather... extreme as well.

Burke's Biomoprhic Virus caused people's bodies to change in unpredictable ways. Sometimes it would make their hair just grow longer, or change it to a different color. Other times the Bug would change a person so completely that they wouldn't even recognize themselves. They've look like someone else entirely.

I couldn't help but wondering what effects the Bug would have on Shelly. However, with her luck, I suspected that she'd just have her tits grow a cup size or something. As for me, I had caught it a year earlier, though it only caused my previously brown eyes to turn green.

Shaking my head, I turned to Kyle. "We'd better get to going or we'll be late."

"Sure thing," Kyle agreed, obviously still thinking about his sister. Probably hoping that she'd get something a little less pleasant. Maybe turning fat like one of his neighbors had.

A minute later, Kyle and I stepped into the first period class that we shared and made our way towards our seats. As I sat down, I looked around at the other students, unable to help but look at Keisha in the back corner.

Keisha Green was a strange sight in our classroom, and an awesome looking one. She was a gorgeous blonde with huge tits, looking as if she was 25 or so. However, I could scarcely believe that she was the same girl that was in our class the year before. Before she caught the Bug over summer vacation. Before that... she had just been a chubby black girl, the same age as the rest of us.

"Ya know she works at Hooters," Kyle whispered to me when he noticed where I was looking.

I nodded and looked away, having heard that rumor as well. Not to mention the one where she had a part time job at a strip club. Still, I didn't know if there actually was anything to that but rumors, though they were certainly believable ones. Then again, I remembered that she did seem pretty self conscious about herself, realizing at the same time how hard it had to be dealing with her family.

A minute later, class started, though I couldn't really pay attention as I kept thinking about the Bug. I normally didn't think about it anymore than anyone else, but at the moment I couldn't help it. It was like one of those annoying songs that wouldn't get out of my head.

Glancing around at the other students, I mentally pointed out the changes that I knew about, though they weren't the only ones. Jason used to have brown hair, now he had red. Kelly had grown 3 inches after her bout and Charlie... Charlie looked like an almost completely different boy.

I knew that well over 50% of the kids in class had caught the Bug at one time or another. A few had even caught it several times, which wasn't very uncommon. And whatever happened after catching the bug again rarely seemed to have anything to do with what had happened the first time a person caught it.

When class was finally over, I said a quick "See ya dude," to Kyle and rushed to my next class, smiling faintly in anticipation.

My second period math was taught by Mr. Lewis. Though I couldn't help but thinking 'Ms. Lewis'... if that. He... or was that she, had caught the Bug several years ago and now looked like a 7 year old girl. Really cute too, but hard to take seriously as a teacher. However, the newer anti-discrimination laws made sure that he couldn't be fired because of his reaction to the virus, at least not as long as he was still capable of doing the job. And of course, I knew that there was always a chance that he'd catch it again and get turned back into an adult. Not a great one though.

The rest of the day passed pretty much as normal, until lunch that was. Kyle and I were sitting at one of the tables, talking while we ate. Another one of my friends, Mark was sitting next to us as well. He was one of those chubby guys with bad acne who always went on about the latest movies, though he was a pretty good friend. At least when I could get a word in edgewise.

"And so this Romulan goes and gets vaporized...." Mark went on, still talking about Star Trek 14. Just as he had been for the whole lunch period, though I'd tuned him out after the first ten minutes.

"Yeah, cool," I nodded, just to keep Mark happy. Kyle grinned at me, reminding me how he always joked that I was practicing to be married when I did that.

"So," Kyle started, "Did you see that sub in history?" He gave an exaggerated shutter, "She musta been around back when school was invented." I smiled at that, though she hadn't looked that old.

Mark broke off from his talk about movies and looked at us. "I heard that he was out sick." He obviously meant Mr. Anderson, our normal history teacher. Then Mark added, "With Burke's."

Kyle and I looked each other at that and shook our heads. I silently hoped that he'd be alright, but I was sure that Kyle hoped he'd turn into a midget or something.

Suddenly I heard a girl shouting from a short distance behind me, "Get outta my way dickweed."

I snapped around and groaned at the sight of Kimberly Jennes shoving some skinny boy that I didn't recognize out of her way, and not using much effort. Kimberly was my height, maybe just a little taller. She had slightly long brown hair that was a little stringy looking, however what immediately drew everyone's attention to her was her shear bulk.

Kimberly had been something of an outcast, tall, skinny and often picked on. At least until she caught the Bug a couple months earlier and suddenly packed on nearly 60 pounds of pure muscle. She'd almost immediately started making up for her frustrations by not only beating the shit out of nearly everyone that she'd ever even imagined had picked on her, but anyone else that got in her way as well.

As soon as the guy on the ground got up and quickly left, Kimberly laughed loudly. Then she looked around with a smug expression, almost as if daring anyone to pick a fight with her. Not that many in the school would, not even most of the guys on the football team.

"What are you looking at pip-squeak?" Kimberly demanded, glaring at Kyle. Then once he looked away, she muttered, "I thought not," turning and leaving.

"Man that was close," Mark whispered. "I thought she was gonna clobber your ass."

I smiled faintly, watching Kyle with amusement, "Maybe you shouldn't have turned her down for a date last year."

"Shut up!" Kyle grumbled, staring back at his food, obviously not wanting to talk about it.

I just chuckled again, though I couldn't help but feel a little sorry for Kyle. But with a shrug, I went back to my own lunch, deciding that I could give Kyle some more shit later. At the moment, I was still a bit hungry.

After school, I went home and found my Mom in the kitchen, finishing up dinner. Just as she was nearly every day, though she complained about it all the time. But I didn't have much sympathy for her, nor did Dad. After all, being home to do that kind of stuff was one of the prices she paid for being able to work at home from her computer. I just wished that I could do that wish school sometimes.

"Howdy," I called out in my customary greeting.

"How was school?" Mom called back, just as she did every day.

I shrugged as I sat down on one of the dining table chairs, "Not bad." Again, it was part of our everyday exchange after school. Then I added, "Kyle says that his sister has the Bug."

Mom sighed, looking sympathetic. "I hope she gets better soon." However, I knew what she really meant. What almost everyone meant when they said that about the Bug. That she hoped the changes weren't too bad.

For a moment, I just stood there and watched my Mom work. She was a somewhat tall blonde and rather pretty I guessed, though I certainly was no judge. After all, she was my Mom.

Then, I got up, grabbed a cookie out of the cookie jar, ignored the glare my Mom gave me and started up the stairs towards my bedroom. I finished my cookie then decided to take a quick pit stop and drain my bladder.

"Ah," I sighed when I'd finished relieving myself, "that felt good."

After I'd finished washing my hands, I looked up into the mirror and smiled. I might not have been a hunk or anything, but I certainly wasn't ugly either. I had blonde hair, combed back a bit and a faint scar on my forehead from a childhood accident on the monkey bars.

A moment later, I was back in the hallway, heading to my room to surf the Internet a bit before dinner. I paused just outside of a door in the hall that was covered with various stickers and signs, mostly saying 'keep out', 'go away', 'no girls allowed', and other similar things.

Sticking my head through the door, I exclaimed, "Hey twerp."

My brother Elliot turned and glared at me, making me chuckle. Elliot was 10, and a real pain in my ass at times, though I certainly returned the favor. After all, isn't this my sworn duty as his big brother? I certainly thought so.

"Mom wants you to take out the garbage," I lied to Elliot, quickly closing the door and continuing to my room. I didn't know if he'd do it or not, but I suspected that he'd probably at least go and ask.

A short while later, I was sitting at the dinner table with the rest of my family. Elliot was glaring at me, apparently having taken the garbage out before he'd thought to ask. That just made me smile. Mom was putting the last bowl of food on the table while Dad sat there, licking his lips and saying how good it all looked.

Dad was about 40, though looked a few years older. His hair was still pretty dark, though it was speckled pretty badly with gray. Especially around his temples. I glanced at his smooth shaven cheeks and tried not to chuckle as I thought about it. He used to have a nice beard... until he caught the Bug around the same time I had... and it all turned red. It had almost immediately been shaven off since it didn't match the rest of his hair, and now red hair was the only color that he grew on his face.

"Looks great honey," Dad told Mom, bending over and sniffing at the fried chicken.

Elliot just glared at the vegetables. "I don't like carrots," he whined. For once I agreed with him.

A moment later, Dad was going off one of his lectures about how there were millions of starving people in Mexico that would be glad for his carrots, or something like that. I just did the same thing that I did with Mark and tuned him out. Maybe it would be good practice for whenever I got married.

For some reason, I didn't really feel as hungry during dinner as I usually did, and by the time that I was done eating, I was actually beginning to feel a little sick. Sort of nauseous and tired with a slight headache beginning to form, but I just shrugged it off and went back to my room.

The next morning, I weakly sat up at the sound of my alarm, hating it more than I'd ever hated anything. Still, I was barely able to turn it off and sit up the rest of the way, looking around my room miserably.

"Not now," I grumbled, shaking slightly.

My whole body ached and I felt extremely weak and tired, even though I'd gone to bed an hour early the night before. I coughed as I looked around, feeling nauseous and wondering for a moment if I'd even be able to make it to the bathroom.

I cursed, "Damn flu," managing to stand up and stumble towards the doorway.

After pausing for a moment to lean against the doorframe and catch my balance, I went out into the hall, letting out a faint sigh of relief when I saw my Mom at the other end.

"Mom..." I called out weakly. As soon as she turned towards me, I told her, "I think I'm sick."

Her eyes went wide slightly and her expression turned to one of concern. "Oh Dylan, you sure don't look very good." A moment later, she was standing beside me with her hand on my forehead. "You've got a fever."

I nodded miserably then gave a forced smile. "I guess I don't have to go to school today."

She snorted, then joked back, "The things you do to avoid those tests." Then she added, "Now get back to bed and rest."

Nodding again, I did just that, after a brief stop at the bathroom to relieve myself.

Sometime later, my Mom came in to check on me, smiling but still looking a little worried. "How are you feeling?" she asked me gently, once again putting her hand on my forehead.

"Like shit," I complained, "I feel sort of like I'm gonna puke and I hurt all over."

Mom looked a little more concerned as she looked carefully at me. "I... I don't think that you have the flu," she told me. Then she added in a worried tone, "I think that you might have Burke's again."

My eyes went wide at that. "Burke's?" I grimaced, suddenly remembering that I had felt a lot like I did at the moment the last time I got the Bug. Then I couldn't help but feel worried, quickly followed by thinking how unfair it was. If it was the Bug, it would be my second time with it while neither Mom or Elliot had ever had it. "I hope not," I told her, starting to get worried. There was no telling what would happen with the Bug.

After Mom left to call the doctor, I just sat in bed, staring at a talk show on TV and tried not to think about the Bug or how sick I felt. It certainly wasn't easy though, especially when an hour later I started to feel the tingling. The tingling throughout my whole body that verified my having the Bug.

I muttered, "Just fucking great," before pulling my blankets over my head and trying to get to sleep. It didn't take long before I was out again.

For the rest of the day I drifted in and out of sleep. The times I was awake, I refused to look at myself, knowing that it was probably too early to see any changes... if there actually were any, but I could almost swear that I could feel my skin moving around on me.

Mom brought food in for me a couple times, always looking pretty worried. Still, she did somehow manage to make me feel better. Especially after Elliot was out of school and she chased him away, keeping him from even going into my room.

It wasn't until around dinnertime that I finally took a good look at myself. I was sitting on the toilet taking a shit and couldn't help but notice that my body had started to change. I just sat there and stared down at myself with a sinking feeling, not sure what that damn Bug was doing to me but knowing that I wasn't going to get off as easily as I did the last time.

"Shit!" I spat out, not even laughing since that was exactly what I had been doing. "Not good." I gulped nervously. "Not good at all."

I took a deep breath and slowly ran my hand over my legs, noticing that they were now completely hairless, as were my arms. For a minute I just sat there, trying to look at myself while I was still sitting.

"Fucking Burke," I cursed, wishing a thousand horrors on the scientist who'd first studied and named the Bug. I knew that he hadn't made it or anything, but it still made me feel better, though not much.

Finishing with my dump, I got back up, having to hold myself steady against the counter. My muscles were all hurting like hell and my sense of balance was totally off. All part and parcel of the Bug's normal symptoms. And to make matters worse, my balls were sort of a strange mix of hurting and feeling numb. Even my nipples felt really sore, as did the rest of my chest.

"Let's see..." I sighed, looking down at myself and trying to point out all of the differences that had already started.

There was the hair of course, and I thought that my stomach looked a little thinner, though I wasn't sure. That could have just been since I hadn't eaten any real food all day long too. My arms and legs looked a little thinner as well, but again, that could have been just because the normal layer of hair was gone.

I gulped, tearing my eyes away from myself, deciding that I didn't want to know. Thoughts of the worst case scenario kept running through my mind, making me even more afraid than I already was. However, I was too tired at the moment to get as worked up as I would have otherwise.

"Damn Bug," I exclaimed with a yawn, just before heading back to the comfort of my bed.

Several hours later, I was still in bed, staring bleary eyed at the TV and sipping at the orange juice that my Mom had brought me. I'd been staring at the TV, not really paying much attention to what was on it though for some time, feeling pretty out of it.

I pulled my blankets tighter over me, shuddering slightly at the waves of tingling and numbness that had continued to move over my body. Who knew what was happening to me at the moment? I still didn't and had refused to look underneath the blanket ever since I'd climbed back in.

"Honey," my Mom called out gently, sticking her head through the door. She smiled at me though still looked a bit worried. "Are you doing all right?"

Snorting, I responded, "Yeah, just great." There was no way that she could have missed the sarcasm that practically dripped from my voice, though she showed no signs of noticing.

"That's good," Mom answered, coming the rest of the way inside. Then I noticed the cordless phone in her hand. "Kyle's on the phone for you."

I just groaned at that, pulling my covers even tighter around me. "I don't wanna talk to him," I grumbled, suddenly feeling embarrassed. I didn't want Kyle to know that I had the Bug again, especially after the way we'd both joked about Shelly having it.

Mom frowned but nodded. "I'm afraid that he's asleep right now," she said into the phone, giving me a wink. "He's still pretty drained from being sick. All right, I'll let him know that you called."

When Mom hung up, I groaned, "You told him I had the Bug?"

"No," she chuckled, "I just told him that you were sick."

Then, just as she was leaving, I weakly called out, "Thanks." A moment later, she was gone, leaving just me and the Bug.

Shrugging, I turned back to the TV, getting into it a little more this time, though not much. I just sat there for several minutes, muttering, "Damn Bug," every once in awhile.

Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. My imagination had gotten the best of me, nearly giving me nightmares just at the thought of what could be happening to me. The Bug changed people all the time and I knew that it wasn't too strange, at least not anymore, but I still felt afraid. I couldn't help but chuckling slightly at that since I'd gone through the Bug once before and came out all right. But still, I had to know.

With a grunt, I forced myself out of bed, wincing at my sore muscles and horribly aching body. Then I just sat there for a moment, trying to fight back the dizziness that had hit me from the sudden movement.

"How bad is it?" I asked quietly, looking down at myself hesitantly.

For a moment I just stared with a sinking feeling. My body definitely looked a little thinner, though that wasn't what really had my attention. My nuts were still a bit tender and partly numb, not to mention sort of flabby. Almost like they were empty and it was just skin hanging there. My dick was pulled back and small, almost looking like it belonged on a little kid.

"Shit," I whispered weakly.

Then I moved up and gently touched my nipples. They were bigger than normal... and very tender. It hurt a bit just to touch them. And as I gently started rubbing at what felt sort of like bruises on my chest around my nipples, I was surprised to find that they were... soft. And puffy.

"What the...?" I started, blinking several times and still feeling rather dazed.

I touched them again, paying just a little closer attention. There was no doubt that my chest was swollen on both sides, just around my nipples. Swollen more than just a tiny bit as well, making me gulp uncomfortably.

"What's the damn Bug doing to me?" I demanded weakly, pausing with a loud yawn.

For a moment I just sat there staring, then finally got up and went to relieve myself in the bathroom again. I returned just a short while later, asking myself what was happening to me. Trying to figure out just how the Bug was changing me. However, in the back of my mind I knew. Or suspected at the very least, even if I wouldn't admit it to myself. And the moment I was back in my bed, exhaustion finally overcame me completely and I was out for the night.

The weather was nice and sunny, with the bright sunlight shining right on me through the window. However, I made no move to go look outside. Instead, I just sat on the corner of my bed as I had for the last fifteen minutes, ever since waking up, staring down at myself in an almost numb silence.

"Shit," I whispered finally, blinking several times.

The Bug had done more of it's work during the night while I'd slept, making me shudder slightly at the sight. It seemed that my suspicions of the night before had been proven correct, or at least a hell of a lot more likely since I knew that the Bug wasn't finished with me. The aches and tingling told me as much.

"Shit," I repeated again.

My hands slowly moved over my changed...and still changing body. Much of the work had already been done, if not most. I still wasn't sure about that as I had no picture of what my final changes would entail. Instead, I could only go by what I saw at that moment.

The changes were definitely noticeable, making my whole body look different than normal. Not only was my skin smoother and softer, but I couldn't help noticing that my hips seemed wider. That my ass seemed a bit bigger too. Hair tickled at my shoulders and my hands seemed just a bit thinner, a bit... daintier.

However, the most noticeable changes were probably the most important. There was no longer any sign at all of my balls. They were gone entirely, while my dick was so small as to be laughable on a toddler. And further up on my body, my nipples were definitely larger than before, and darker. But underneath them, my chest pushed out on both sides, swelling into two round globes. And though they weren't too big yet, there was absolutely no doubt at all that they were tits. I had boobs.

With a grimace, I stood up, feeling rather odd, and unbalanced. I wasn't sure how much of the problem with my balance was from the Bug messing it up and how much was from my body parts being changed on me.

Cursing silently to myself, I threw on a large T-shirt and a pair of shorts, then slowly started towards the door, promising that if I ever met whoever made the damn virus, I was really going to make them suffer. A lot.

Going to the bathroom was a bit of a pain since I quickly discovered that I couldn't really aim my dick anymore. So instead, I had to sit down and piss like a girl. And as I did so, I couldn't help but think that it wasn't going to be the last time. Not by a long shot. That really didn't make me feel any better.

A minute later, I was downstairs, standing just outside the door to the den. I could already see my Mom inside, her back to me as she did her work on the computer. There was even the rapid clicking as her fingers shot across the keyboard, making an almost soothing sound.

With a nervous gulp, I knocked on the door, afraid of her reaction when she saw me, afraid of my own reaction, and incredibly embarrassed. I knew that there was nothing that I could do about how the Bug changed me, but that didn't really make me feel any better. Nor did the fact that it happened to people all the time.

Just as my Mom started to turn around, I gulped, "Um... morning." My voice cracked a little though it sound a lot more like a girls. Far too much so for my comfort.

"Dylan?" she nearly gasped when she saw me standing there. "Oh honey..." The sympathy and concern were obvious in her voice.

I blushed in embarrassment, unable to make myself look her in the eyes. "I... I guess I know what the Bug's doing to me." I looked up quickly and gave a forced smile.

"Oh honey," Mom said, hurrying to me and looking me over closely, much to my discomfort. "I'm so sorry," she told me gently. "But at the moment, you're still sick and need your rest. Now march back upstairs and get back into your bed."

"All right," I agreed weakly, fighting back against another wave of dizziness.

She looked worried as she watched me, adding, "I'll be up there with your brunch in just a little while."

Nodding again, I turned around and started back towards the stairs, staggering a little as my exhaustion started up again. Then without a word, my Mom grabbed my arm in support and started up with me.

For most of the day, I took turns between watching TV, napping and occasionally peaking at myself under my blankets to see how much I had continued to change. It wasn't very comforting, though I was beginning to feel more curiosity and an almost calm acceptance. Perhaps it was because the Bug happened to so many people, or more likely, I was just too tired to keep feeling afraid. But either way, I just wished it would hurry the hell up and get over with. I was tired of waiting, not to mention lying in bed being sick.

At one point, I had my blankets folded awake, revealing my changed body so that I could stare at it. It certainly didn't look like mine, nor did it feel like mine. Of course there were still the aches, tingles and slight patches of numbness as well. However, there was no doubting that it had definitely changed.

While I had been in bed, my new boobs had gotten a little bit bigger, or at least I thought they had. It was kind of hard to tell for certain since I didn't have any way to measure them. And at the same time, my dick was just about entirely gone. All that was left in my crotch was a bit of a mound that was forming, with a slight nub of what had been my cock sticking out. However, other than that, my whole body looked just like a girls.

Suddenly my bedroom door flew open, catching me totally by surprise. I barely managed to grab and my blankets and pull them back over me, cringing in embarrassment at being caught like that. I already knew that it wasn't my Mom since she usually gave a faint knock before coming in. A second later, I knew that I was right.

"Dylan?" Elliot gasped, standing in the doorway and staring at me as if I'd grown a pair of horns or something. Then he came running up at me while I quickly pulled my blankets over my head. "Let me see."

"Go away," I growled.

"You sound like a girl," Elliot laughed. "I wanna see." He started tugging at my blankets, managing to pull them far enough back to see my head.

"GET LOST!" I screamed, swatting at him with my hand, though it did little good as weak as I was. I couldn't even move fast enough to hit him. Then, I let out another scream, "MOM!"

A moment later, Mom burst through the door with an annoyed look on her face. She took one look and knew what was going on. "Get your butt out of here," she snapped at Elliot, giving him a quick swat on his ass as she pushed him out the door. "Leave Dylan alone."

"Thanks," I mumbled, feeling embarrassed that I'd actually had to have my Mom protect me from my little brother. How could it possibly get any worse?

She smiled sadly, "I know it's hard," she told me gently, "but you'll get used it." I just snorted. After all, how could she possibly know. She'd never had the Bug before.

Then Mom said, "Your Dad called a few minutes ago, wanting to know how you're doing." She bent over and set one of her hands on my cheek, "He's pretty worried about you."

"Yeah," I grimaced, grabbing at one of my breasts beneath the blanket, "I am too." I said the last with a bit of a smirk.

"I hope you feel better soon," she told me in a soothing voice, just as she started moving towards the door again. "We all do." And with a faint smile, she added, "Even Elliot." I snorted at that.

Then she was gone, closing the door behind her. I could vaguely hear her through the door, ordering Elliot to keep away from my room, making me smile just a little. I just shook my head, or at least started too before the dizziness hit me again. And with a sigh, I pulled back the blankets again and took another long look at myself.

It was about two hours since Elliot's intrusion and I was still in bed, staring at TV and occasionally glancing at my body. By this time, I was almost beginning to feel numb to it all. Almost. But at least the aching pains and sickness had started to fade. It was almost over.

I was just stretching my body, uncomfortable from the long time in bed when I heard my Mom call out from the hallway, "Dylan, Kyle is here to see you."

I immediately choked at that, knowing that my eyes shot wide and my face had turned red. "NO!" I screamed back, but my bedroom door was already starting to open.

Horrified that Kyle would see me, I ducked under my blankets into the fetal position and pulled them tightly around me.

"Dylan?" Kyle's voice asked hesitantly from a short distance away, "Come on Dylan, I know you're sick but..."

"Go away!" I shouted, trembling slightly, "I don't want to see you."

"What are you talking about?" Kyle demanded, sounding a little hurt. "What's wrong?"

I just repeated, "Go away!"

Suddenly the blankets around me were torn away and I looked up in horror, seeing Kyle standing there with them in his hands...and a shocked expression on his face.

"Dude..." Kyle gasped in confusion, "You're a chick."

With a snarl, I yanked my blankets back and covered myself, glaring at Kyle furiously, trying to hide my humiliation at having been seen like that. Naked... and as a girl.

"Really?" I spat sarcastically, "I hadn't noticed."

Kyle stepped back, looking completely stunned. "You've got the Bug..."

I snorted, climbing out of bed but keeping one of my blankets wrapped around me, "Duh."

Slapping his forehead, Kyle grimaced. "I shoulda guessed. A whole bunch of people around school have it right now." He looked down, obviously embarrassed. "Sorry, Dude." With that, he stepped back again, quickly shifting between staring at the ground, staring at me, and staring at the ground again.

"Dylan?" my Mom asked, peaking inside. She gave me a sympathetic look then turned her attention to Kyle. "Why don't you come out here for a few minutes so that Dylan can get dressed."

Kyle nodded, looking uncomfortable, "Sure."

As soon as Kyle was out of the room, my Mom gave me an apologetic look. "You would have had to tell him sooner or later, and he was worried about you."

I nodded, barely able to look at her. I shivered slightly, still not liking the idea of my best friend seeing me like that. Still, Mom was right. I would have had to tell him sooner or later, though I would have preferred later.

"This time," she told me with a faint smile, "put something a little thicker on than the T-shirt you were wearing earlier, all right." I nodded, feeling embarrassed again.

Several minutes later, I was wearing a pair of sweat pant's that didn't fit me quite as well as they had just several days earlier, and a thick sweat shirt. However, the shapes of my new tits were still somewhat visible through the shirt, though it certainly hid them better than a T-shirt would.

"Alright," I said, stepping out of my room and looking at Kyle in embarrassment, "here I am."

Kyle just stared at me for a moment, his eyes wide and his mouth almost hanging open. "Sorry dude," he squeaked, "It's just weird seeing you like this."

"And how do you think I feel?" I snorted, gesturing down at myself. It was only then that I noticed that Kyle was staring at my chest, making even more uncomfortable. "Do you mind?"

"Sorry," Kyle gulped, embarrassed at either staring at his best friend or being caught, probably both.

A short while later, Kyle and I were sitting in my room and talking. It was a lot easier for me to remain sitting as my body still ached a little, just not as much as it had earlier in the day.

"...and then Kimberly got suspended," Kyle finished telling me about how Kimberly had finally pushed one of her former bullies too hard.

I just nodded, "Cool." I even smiled faintly as I thought about Kimberly getting suspended, though I couldn't help but feeling sorry for the girl whose arm she had broken.

Finally, after several more minutes of talking about what I'd missed at school, Kyle nervously asked, "What's it like?"

For a moment I just stared into space thoughtfully, finally answering, "Strange." I took a deep breath, well aware of the weight on my chest and the new emptiness between my legs. "I'm not really sure," I told Kyle, "I mean, I've mostly been feeling sick and all."

Kyle's response was a quiet, "Oh."

"To be honest," I admitted with some embarrassment, "I'm a bit... weirded out. I mean, what the hell am I going to do looking like a girl?"

Looking sympathetic, Kyle nervously put his hand on my shoulder, "Don't worry man... er... well, you'll figure it out. I mean, Burke's hits people all the time. It's not like you're some kind of freak or anything."

I paused at that and looked at Kyle, suddenly remembering some of those reports I'd seen on TV. It was extremely rare, but sometimes the Bug had done some really weird things to people. Like making some woman grow an extra tit on her chest so that she had 3, or making a guy grow an extra set of arms from his shoulders. I'd even heard that one woman had grown some sort of tail. However, I'd never seen any of that stuff myself, and I'd seen a lot of people who'd had the Bug.

"Yeah," I agreed, shaking slightly, "I just got turned into a chick." I snorted while Kyle chuckled weakly.

Kyle and I talked for a little longer, though both of us were somewhat uncomfortable. Still, we'd been friends since elementary and that wasn't going to change just because of the Bug. After all, for all we knew, I could catch it again in a couple months and end up as a guy again. Finally though, we said goodbye and Kyle left.

Once Kyle was gone, I went to the living room, noticing that my Dad was home and talking to my Mom.

"Apparently there's been an outbreak of Burke's Virus at Dylan's school," my Mom told my Dad.

Dad just nodded thoughtfully, "Hope it doesn't get too bad."

Then they both noticed me and turned, with Dad's eyes going wide for a moment. "Oh my," he muttered, "your mother told me what to expect, but still..."

I stared at the ground, knowing that I was blushing, "Um...yeah."

A moment later, Dad had come closer and was staring at me, his eyes slowly moving over every inch of my body, making me feel even more self conscious than before, if that was possible. Then he shook his head and said, "Still hard to believe that a damn cold could do something like this."

My Mom coughed at that and gave my Dad a strange look. Dad nodded, then left the room so that it was just me and Mom.

"Are you all right honey?" she asked me gently. "I know that it must have been strange seeing Kyle like that."

I nodded, "Yeah, really strange." I gulped, then admitted in embarrassment, "But he kept staring at my...chest."

Mom chuckled a little, "Boys do that. I'm afraid that you'll just have to get used to it." I just groaned at that.

Then, I continued talking to my Mom for another few minutes, feeling rather uncomfortable though she tried to put me at ease, or at least to convince me that it wouldn't be so bad being a girl. I wasn't sure that I believed her, though I didn't bother arguing. After all, I didn't seem to have much of a choice in the matter.

Once we were done talking, I ate a quick but small dinner, not quite having my full appetite back, then I went back to my bed, still thinking about my talk with Kyle. I just hoped that I wouldn't feel as embarrassed seeing the rest of my friends as I was seeing Kyle, though I didn't have much hope of that.

I woke up late the next morning, feeling a whole lot better. There were a few minor aches, but they were pretty small and I wasn't even sure if they were really there or just my mind playing tricks on me. Apparently I'd finally gotten over the damn Bug, but I still had it's after effects to deal with.

"Just stinking great," I grumbled, climbing out of my bed and stretching. It felt good to do so, but strange since my body had changed so much. "Just great."

For a moment, I just stood there, looking down at myself and frowning. I could feel the weight of my tits hanging off my chest, distracting me with their presence. It had made it a little tough getting to sleep the night before, but I was exhausted enough that it didn't stop me for too long. Then, I looked down, staring at the space between my legs. There was no longer any doubt that it was entirely female down there.

"I've got a cunt," I whispered.

I'd never seen one other than in a magazine Kyle had hidden under his mattress, but there was no doubt whatsoever as to what it was. How could there possibly be considering the way the rest of my body looked.

"Fucking Bug," I growled, taking a deep breath and staring towards the bathroom.

Once I was in the bathroom, I gulped then looked into the mirror, staring at my reflection for the first time since my changes had really gotten underway. My eyes went wide at the sight though it was somewhat like what I'd expected, though not completely.

I gasped out, "Oh shit," in my new feminine voice, the same one that I'd been using since sometime the day before.

My face was still my face... sort of. Well, at least a little bit, though a whole lot more feminine. It was definitely a girl's face, that much was sure. It was soft and pretty, with lips that were a little fuller than they used to be. My eyes, once brown, now seemed an even brighter green than before my second bout of the Bug, and perhaps just a little bit bigger. My face was... pretty. Not gorgeous like a super model or anything, but very pretty.

Then I reached back and gently tugged on my hair. Just a few days ago it was short, but now... now it was just past my shoulders, though still blonde, even if a shade lighter than before and a whole lot softer. It actually felt sort of nice between my fingers.

"Just great," I complained, "Now I've got to go and get another haircut." I snorted, knowing that it was the least of my worries but at least complaining made me feel a little better.

My tits felt huge on me, but when I looked at them in the mirror, I had to admit that they weren't. They looked like they were about the right size for my curvier body, though I had no clue as to what kind of cup size I wore.

My skin was all soft and smooth, almost all hairless as well. Every bit of my body looked different, not a single bit having been missed by the Bug. Even my hands had changed. My fingers were thinner and a little more delicate looking. My nails had even grown out a little as well, though how the Bug had known to do that or make my hair grow, I didn't have the slightest idea.

I stood there, staring at my reflection for a minute, realizing as I did so that I looked like I could have been a senior. I could easily pass for being 17 or so. I didn't know if that was because girls were supposed to mature faster or if I actually had aged a couple years during my change. Either way, I knew that it wouldn't be too odd since there were a number of girls in my grade that looked like they could be that age, and that was without the Bug.

Finally, I turned away from the mirror, feeling a bit uncomfortable with what I'd seen. I couldn't imagine seeing that reflection in the mirror every morning for the rest of my life, though I knew that I probably would. Or as my Mom would tell me, I'd just have to get used to it. Along with a million other things.

A minute later, I was doing one of those million things, sitting down to take a piss. It felt a little different coming out and splashed into the toilet differently, but it was the same relief. After wiping myself dry with a wad of toilet paper, I turned towards the bathtub with a faint smile, realizing that I had to be filthy after a couple days without a bath.

It wasn't much longer before I was in the bathtub, soaking in the hot water and sighing in relief. Normally I would have taken a shower, but at the moment, a bath seemed more appropriate. That way I'd be able to just lay back and relax.

I took my time in the tub, slowly washing myself and trying to get used to my new curves and parts. However, I didn't think that I ever would, no matter how long I was a girl.

When I was finally done with the bath, I slowly dried myself off, again running my hands down my changed body, partly out of curiosity and partly out of some strange excitement. I'd never been able to touch a pretty girl like that before and now that I was one, I just had to take advantage of the opportunity. And to my embarrassment, I was even beginning to get just a little turned on, at which point I decided to stop for the moment.

Stepping out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my middle like I'd seen girls do on TV, I started towards my room but suddenly stopped as I found myself standing face to face with my Mom. I gulped in embarrassment while she just stood there, staring at me, her eyes slowly going up and down my body.

"Amazing," she whispered. Then looking me in the face, she asked, "Are you feeling better?"

"Yeah, " I admitted, looking down, knowing that I was blushing. "I guess it's all done."

Mom's eyes went a little wider. "All the way?" I gulped but nodded, knowing that I had to be bright red. "Please let me look."

"Huh?" I gasped, finally looking her in the face in surprise.

She sighed, "It's nothing that I haven't seen before." Then on her insistence, I pulled off the towel and stood there buck naked in front of my Mom. It had to be one of the most humiliating experiences in my life, only getting worse when she bent down to look at my crotch. "You certainly look like a complete female now." She sighed again, adding, "I'll call the doctor and get an exam scheduled."

"Just great," I grumbled.

Then Mom chuckled, "And to torture you further," she said in a joking tone, "I'm going to take you shopping."

"Shopping?" I repeated stupidly.

"Well, honey," she started, "you sure aren't going to be able to wear your old clothes."

I just groaned at that and quickly put the towel back around me, knowing that she was completely right and at the moment, hating her for it.

Some hours later, I was sitting on the edge of my bed and staring at the piles of clothes that covered it. Shopping had been a complete nightmare as Mom pulled me through the clothing stores, buying one thing after another. Fortunately though, I needed so much that she wasn't able to buy the high heels and fancier stuff that she was obviously tempted to. Instead we just stuck with the necessities and the practicals, much to my relief.

"I always wanted to get into a girls panties," I muttered, absently flicking at mine, "but this ain't what I meant." And the bra was uncomfortable as hell, but at least I now knew what size I wore. A small C cup.

Sighing, I remembered the other events of the day and shuddered. The doctors exam had been an even worse nightmare than the shopping. Much worse. He'd looked at every corner of my body, including some that I didn't even know about until then. It was humiliating the way he looked inside my crotch and then pronounced that I was now one hundred percent female, with all that entailed.

Then the doctor had told me, "Gender changes of some form aren't all that uncommon." Apparently it was just to make me feel like I wasn't the only one, but it didn't really help much.

"Just what I always wanted," I grumbled to myself. "I'm a baby factory." I snorted at that, already dreading my first period as a girl.

Finally, I got up, glancing down at the jeans and T-shirt I was wearing, thankful that at least I wasn't stuck in dresses and skirts. Mom had even threatened to make me wear that kind of stuff if I hadn't cooperated with her shopping and the doctor. Needless to say, the threat had encouraged me to cooperate completely, no matter how much I hated it.

A minute later, I was heading towards the living room, hearing my Dad complain, "When I was a kid we didn't have any of these damn super germs around. Now they're everywhere and changing everyone." He snorted the last bitterly.

I gulped and stepped into view, giving an embarrassed, "Um...hi Dad."

He gave me one look and his eyes went wide. "Um... Dylan," he sputtered, looking a little embarrassed himself. It was obvious that he was having a hard time trying to figure out how to deal with his former son.

"It's still me Dad," I told him, forcing myself to look at him, though it wasn't easy.

Suddenly Elliot's voice rang out, "Dylan is a girl, Dylan is a girl..."

"Shut up!" I snapped at him, both embraced and annoyed. The twerp just stuck his tongue out at me though and repeated his comments in a sing-song voice.

"Elliot!" Dad warned while Mom glared at him, "Stop that."

I glared at Elliot, exclaiming, "Better watch it cuz you might get Burke's next."

Elliot's eyes went wide with that in apparent fear. Then he stuck out his tongue before running towards his room, calling out, "Dylan is a girl," one last time.

"I'm glad that you're feeling better," Mom told me, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek, which she hadn't done in years. I wasn't pleased about it either though I didn't say anything.

Dad just chuckled weakly, obviously forcing it. "Then if you're feeling better," he said, "you can go back to school tomorrow."

Mom just gave him a dirty look and told me, "Don't worry honey, you can stay home for a few more days and get used to the changes."

"Thanks," I muttered weakly, not liking the thought of going back to school. Then again, I knew that sticking around home wasn't going to make me adapt any faster. "I'll think about it."

Dinner was quiet as we all tried to pretend that everything was still the same as always. Except for Elliot that is. He kept looking at me then snickering. I just tried to ignore him, already having had years of practice doing just that.

Once dinner was over, I told Mom, "I'm going over to Kyle's for awhile."

Suddenly, it was as if everything froze. The house seemed to be filled with a supernatural quiet for a minute before Mom gulped and said, "I'm not sure that's such a good idea honey."

"What..." I blinked in surprise.

"I mean, things have changed," Mom told me uncomfortably. "It's not as safe for you walking around by yourself anymore."

I just groaned. "I'm not helpless," I growled in annoyance. "Just because I got turned into a girl doesn't mean that I'm going to sit around the phone waiting for boys to call me." I spat the last out sarcastically, enjoying the guilty look on my Mom's face.

"Just be careful," Dad told me.

Shaking my head, I reached back and tugged at the ponytail that I'd put my hair in earlier and started for the door. "Great," I mumbled quietly, "Now Dad's gone all protective on me."

However, I did pay a lot more attention to my surroundings than normal as I walked down the street to Kyle's house. I guess Mom and Dad had gotten me a little paranoid, though there was definitely more than that. I could almost feel lots of eyes on me, as if people were pointing at the guy who got turned into a girl and laughing. I knew that it was mostly my imagination, but that was how I felt.

"Well," I grumbled, glancing around one last time before knocking on Kyle's door, "you can all fuck off." It wasn't aimed at anyone and there was no one to hear it, but at least it made me feel a little better.

A minute later, the door opened up and a middle aged man with a shaggy mustache looked out. It was Kyle's Dad.

"Oh," he said, opening the door, "Shelly's up in her room."

I had to blink at that. "Um... I came to see Kyle."

His eyes suddenly went wide with a look of surprise. "Kyle?"

I could see the wheels turning in his head, suddenly realizing that he thought I was Kyle's girlfriend or something. For a moment, I was strongly tempted to just play along with it and have some fun, but I just couldn't quite bring myself to do it.

"Um...It's me..." I started nervously, seeing that he still didn't recognize me. "Dylan."

"Dylan?" he repeated stupidly.

I sighed in embarrassment, cringing slightly. "I had Burke's."

"Oh..." he gasped as understanding hit him. "Um... I'm sorry." Then he gestured for me to come in, telling me that Kyle was in his room.

Once inside, I had to tell Kyle's Mom what had happened to me too before I could actually go see him. It made me pretty uncomfortable with the way they looked at me and their reactions, but I knew that I'd better get used to it from people who knew me before.

"Hey Kyle," I nodded towards him as I went into his room.

Kyle's eyes widened at the sight of me, only making me more self conscious. "Sorry dude," he apologized after a moment, looking embarrassed, "It's just gonna take some getting used to is all."

"Tell me about it." I snorted.

After telling Kyle about my day and feeling much better for his sympathy, we talked about other... less personal things. It was almost like normal, at least when he wasn't staring at my chest. That was really beginning to get annoying.

"Oh," Kyle suddenly jumped up excitedly, "You haven't seen Shelly yet." I perked up at that, suddenly remembering that she had the Bug too. Kyle just grinned, "Come on."

We rushed to just outside of Shelly's bedroom door and Kyle knocked, grinning the whole time.

"What is it?" I heard Shelly's voice demand.

Kyle just winked at me. "I wanted you to meet my new girlfriend."

I heard a loud snort as the door started to open, "As if..."

Then Shelly was standing there, staring at me with her mouth wide open. She was a rather hot looking girl with blonde hair, though I knew it wasn't natural since I knew her before she'd bleached it. However, I couldn't help but noticing her eyes, which had obviously been changed by the Bug. They looked... Asian, though that was the only thing that did. It made her face look a little strange, but very exotic and a little bit sexy.

"What..." Shelly asked, staring back at me in surprise. I couldn't blame her since Kyle wasn't the kind to bring girls home, not to mention the fact that I looked like I could have been a Senior like her.

"Hi," I said with an embarrassed smile. Then I gulped and quickly blurted out, "It's just me... Dylan." Pausing for a moment, I gulped, "I got the Bug too."

Shelly just stared at me for a moment before whispering, "Holy shit."

I nodded faintly, "Interesting eyes."

She looked a little embarrassed at that. "Um... thanks. I guess I'm lucky that's all that changed." She didn't take her eyes off of me as she said it and I had a feeling that she felt a bit sympathetic towards me. "So..." she started, glancing at Kyle for a moment before looking back at me, "are you..."

"Yeah..." I mumbled, staring at the floor, assuming that she meant to ask if I really was all girl now.

Shelly nodded, "I guess it must be hard on you."

That surprised me a little since she actually seemed interested, rather than just shrugging me off like she usually would for one of her little brother's friends. Then again, I reminded myself, I was not only a girl now, but I looked like I could be her age as well. That probably made quite a bit of difference in how she saw me, even if she might not realize it consciously.

"Pretty much," I admitted with a faint smile, "but I'll live."

We talked out there in the hall for several minutes before Shelly turned to Kyle who was obviously annoyed at being left out of the conversation and said, "Excuse us for a minute, but this is a girls only talk." She grinned at that and pulled me into her room, quickly slamming it shut in spite of Kyle's confused protests.

"That wasn't very nice," I told her, trying to fight back a smile myself. The look on Kyle's face had been rather interesting. "But what did you want?"

Shelly looked a little hurt at that but it quickly passed. "I just didn't want him listening while we talked is all."

Then we continued to talk for a little longer, partly about our recent shared experiences with the Bug, partly about my change and partly about what I thought I would do now. Shelly even gave me a few tips on how to handle things in school, which I really appreciated.

Finally though, I had to say goodbye to Shelly, knowing that Kyle had to be pissed at being left out. I felt a little bad about that, but not too much. Then after Shelly made me promise to talk to her again, I hurried back to Kyle's room.

It was my first day back in school since I caught the Bug, and I really wished I would have taken the extra days off like Mom offered. During the whole bus ride to school, I felt odd and out of place. I didn't know if anyone recognized me or realized what had happened, but at least no one on the bus said anything. Perhaps they just thought I was a new student.

I felt uncomfortable and self conscious as I walked through the school eyes, aware of some boys watching me... staring at me in ways that made me even more uncomfortable. I knew exactly what was on their minds but didn't want any of it. It was a relief once I finally hooked up with Kyle and we went to first period.

"Home period, sweet home," I muttered as we went inside, aware of all the eyes starting to focus on me.

Kyle just winked at one boy and said, "My new girlfriend." I elbowed him at that, then gave him a dirty glare for good measure, though Kyle just laughed.

Then, one of the girls in class came towards me with a curious expression. "You a new girl?" she asked.

Suddenly Kyle burst out laughing while I gave him a glare and responded, "In a way..."

"Excuse me," Mr. Piper, our teacher said, slowly moving towards me, "I don't seem to have anything on a new student in class." He gave me a curious look, obviously expecting me to turn around and leave for my 'correct' class.

I just groaned, glancing at Kyle before answering in embarrassment, "I'm not a new student." I paused and stared at the ground, "I caught Burke's."

"Oh," Mr. Piper gasped, staring at me with renewed interest and obviously trying to figure out who I was.

"I'm Dylan," I supplied quietly, unable to meet his eyes.

A moment later, half of the class had gone silent while everyone stared at me. However, the silence only lasted a few seconds before everyone burst out talking. I just cringed and started towards my seat, trying to ignore all the jokes and comments, even the wolf whistles. Kyle just seemed to find it funny.

"All right everybody," Mr. Piper called out loudly, "Enough of that." After a few minutes of this, the class quieted down.

I just groaned and set my head on my desk in embarrassment, knowing that by lunch, half the school would know.

First period was rather stressful with everyone looking at me oddly, even Keisha who'd been changed just as much as me if not more. And to make it worse, I knew that I could expect the same reaction in just about every class. At least until everyone finally got used to seeing the new me.

When class was over, Kyle and I started towards the next class, talking quietly while I tried ignoring everything else.

"And my Mom scheduled me for some stupid counseling," I complained to Kyle, "To help me adjust." I spat the last out bitterly, wondering what a shrink could possibly do for me. It wasn't my mind that was messed up, it was my body.

I snorted as I thought about all the business the shrinks had to be having ever since the Bug showed up. They had lots of people who needed 'help adjusting' to whatever the Bug had done to them. But what really got to me though was that most of those shrinks hadn't been hit hard or at all by the Bug so how the hell could they possibly understand what it was like?

Kyle nodded sympathetically when I added, "And now Mom says I should think about using a new name."

"Too bad," Kyle told me, "But she might have a point."

I glared at him, growling, "Shut up."

A moment later we were outside the door to our next period and Kyle gave me an odd look. "You know," he started, looking a little embarrassed, "What are you gonna do about... I mean about the bathrooms and stuff?"

Sighing, I told him, "Mom already talked to the school and they said I can use the girl's bathrooms."

Kyle's eyes went wide and he grinned, "And that means you can go into the girls locker room. You lucky bastard."

I couldn't resist laughing at that myself, realizing that maybe there was a bright side to changing. Then again, I couldn't help but start to wonder if it would still mean anything to me. I shuddered at the thought of starting to like guys, though fortunately there was no sign of that. At least yet. Who knew what my new girl hormones would do to me though?

Then, I reached back and tightened my ponytail before going inside, knowing that it wasn't going to be fun.

A moment later, Mr. Lewis was standing next to me, looking at me curiously. It was strange to look down at the little girl and know that she was really my male teacher, though I had gotten somewhat used to it already.

"Welcome back Dylan," he... she said, "Are you still using Dylan?"

I nodded weakly then asked, "How'd you know?"

Mr. Lewis smiled, "Your Mom called the school yesterday so your teachers were all notified." I just snorted, remembering Mr. Piper and guessing that they'd missed at least one.

"Trust me," he said, "It could have been MUCH worse." I just stared at him... her and nodded complete agreement. "Go ahead and have a seat," Mr. Lewis told me gently, "We can talk about it later if you'd like."

Nodding again, I moved to my seat, wondering if maybe it might be a good idea to talk to someone who'd gone through something similar to myself. And I didn't know that many other people who'd had overnight sex changes, though Mr. Lewis assured me that there were a few more around school.

Throughout most of the day, I suffered through the stares and comments from other students. Some were almost cruel, but there were some who seemed pretty sympathetic and nice about it. Especially the girls.

There was one thing that I did notice though. There were several kids missing from each of my classes, apparently out with the Bug. And then there were a few others that I saw who had obviously already gone through it recently too.

"Kyle was right," I mumbled quietly, staring at a girl who looked about 3 years younger than the last time I'd seen her, and a little chubbier, "There really is an outbreak."

It was near the end of lunch period and I'd just finished going to the bathroom. I'd almost gone into the boys bathroom but had caught myself at the last second, nearly running to the other one in embarrassment.

Once I was finished with my business, I started to wash my hands, blushing brightly and trying not to look at the girls who were standing in there talking. Other girls, I told myself half heartedly.

Then one of the four girls noticed me and stared for a moment. "Hey, you're that guy aren't you?"

I gulped, glancing around nervously and feeling humiliated. "Yeah," I admitted quietly. "But they said I should use the girl's rooms now."

One of the girls, a tall brunette glared at me, looking as if she was about to physically throw me out of the girls bathroom, but another girl, a blonde one with dark roots showing responded, "Sorry about that. I know how Burke's is."

"Thanks," I said, forcing a smile.

Three of the girls smiled back while the brunette glared silently though saying nothing.

"Everyone gets it," the false blonde sighed. Then she grinned in embarrassment and admitted, "I used to be a natural blonde before I got it."

I just responded, "Oh."

Then I looked at the other girls, recognizing them from around school. I even had a couple classes with one of them, another blonde, though for some reason she looked a little different. Suddenly it dawned on me. Her skin was several shades darker than the last time I'd seen her, looking like she had a nice tan.

"I just got over it too," the newly tanned girl admitted. "Guess I was lucky to get a permanent tan."

"I never had it," the third girl said in a near whisper, sounding embarrassed. She was the smallest of the three and having reddish brown hair. "But my 7 year old sister did," she continued quietly, barely even looking at me. "Now she has a bigger pair of..." she gestured at her tits, "than me."

"Well..." the brunette finally held out her hand, saying, "Welcome to being a girl, I guess."

I shook her hand nervously, still feeling out of place in the girls bathroom, though not quite as much since they were being so nice.

"Thanks," I told her, trying not to sound sarcastic.

With that, they all introduced themselves. The former blonde was Tanya, the newly tanned girl was Liz, the brunette was Mel, while the shy quiet girl was named Jennifer. After the introductions, I left the bathroom, smiling faintly as I thought about how easily I'd made some new friends.

The next day, I was sitting in the girl's locker room, still dressed in my gym clothes and waiting for the girls to finish their showers and changing before I took care of myself. Though a lot of the girls in class had been helpful, others had definitely been less so. Some of them treated me as if I was some sort of pervert who'd purposely changed into a girl just so I could watch them shower or something. There were even a couple who'd barely stopped short of throwing me out of the locker room, still dressed in my dirty gym clothes.

At the moment, I was in the back of the locker room, surrounded by lockers on 3 sides so that I wouldn't be caught staring at the girls who were showering. Or the ones who were running around topless or naked while changing, though I definitely would have liked to. Then again, having those same parts myself did put a bit of a damper on those thoughts.

I gulped, feeling embarrassed as I thought about how my first day in P.E. as a girl had been. It had been absolutely horrible and humiliating, finding just how badly my coordination was off. And that I was weaker than before. However, the worst part had been the way my tits bounced all over the place, very uncomfortably.

"A sports bra," I mumbled, remembering what one of the girls in class had said I needed. I sighed, knowing that I'd better get one if I was going to keep taking P.E, not that I wanted to. Unfortunately though, it was a requirement.

I leaned back for a moment and listened to the girls finishing up, then thought about how Mark wasn't at school. And when I'd asked Kyle, he said that Mark was feeling a little sick the day before. That just made me gulp, guessing that it was probably the Bug. Just about half the school seemed to be catching it lately, making me give a silent prayer for my friend.

"I hope he's all right," I whispered quietly as I thought about Kyle, then I felt guilty as a part of me even hoped that he'd change the same way I had. Then I wouldn't be quite so alone in learning to be a girl.

After waiting a little longer, until the noise in the locker room had quieted down and I was sure that most of the girls had left, I finally undressed and came out of my corner, blushing furiously as I walked to the shower stalls with only a towel wrapped around me. I tried hard to avoid looking at the girls that were still there, most in one level of undress or another. Some were even completely naked, especially the two that were just climbing out of the shower area.

One girl quickly covered herself with a towel and glared at me, muttering, "Perv," under her breath.

Groaning, I tried to ignore her, which was difficult since she was pretty cute. The sight of naked and half naked girls was starting to get me turned on though, but not as much as I would have been if I wasn't so embarrassed. It was obvious that I did still like girls, making me thankful that at least that hadn't changed.

"Just great," I sighed, wincing as several of the girls quickly left the area while others stared at me. It just made me feel like I was some sort of sideshow freak, which I knew that I wasn't. Still, I could just imagine what they thought of me being in the girls locker room and showering with them. "Just great," I repeated as I started my shower.

By the time I finished with my shower, the last of the 'other' girls was just leaving. That was definitely a relief since I was glad to finally be alone. Or at least to not be stared at. It wasn't so bad in class or in the halls, at least other than a few jokes at my expense, but I guess that my being in the locker room was more threatening to the girls. At least for now, though I suspected that they'd eventually get used to me. Eventually.

I dried myself off and was starting to put my clothes back on when heard footsteps just outside of the locker corner I was in. A moment later, the girl who's footsteps I heard stepped into view as she started to walk past me, giving me a quick glance as she did so. However, she only took two more steps before stopping and looking at me again, this time staring straight at me.

"Dylan?" she asked in surprise.

Blinking, I looked closer, realizing for the first time that it was Shelly and that she was wearing a one piece swim suit. I'd avoided looking too closely at her until then.

"Um... hi," I responded weakly, quickly reacting to cover myself up with a towel in embarrassment.

Shelly continued to stare at me for a moment with her slanted Asian eyes, then she smiled faintly. "Are you doing all right?"

"I could be better," I admitted, and then asked, "What are you doing in here?"

"Swimming practice," Shelly explained, her voice giving the impression that she thought it was a stupid question. Then I guessed that it probably was considering that she was wearing a swimsuit. "What about you?"

"P.E." I responded, still feeling embarrassed. Especially since I was sitting there with nothing but a towel to cover me. "Since I have to use this locker room now, I waited for everyone else to finish." I choked a little as I said it.

Shelly frowned, staring at me silently for a moment before sitting down right next to me. "It'll get better," she told me. "You'll get used to it... and so will everyone else." At that, she put her hand on my shoulder and smiled, making me gulp nervously.

"Thanks," was all I could say.

We sat there that way for a moment, with me being surprised at just how close we were sitting to each other, not to mention that Shelly was actually touching me. It was another sign of just how different she was treating me since I'd changed. Then, I suddenly became aware of the way that she was looking at me. There was something in her eyes... something different.

"Um... Shelly," I started, feeling a little uncomfortable at the situation, not to mention turned on. After all, she wasn't wearing anything but a swimsuit.

Shelly quickly pulled her hand away then looked down, her cheeks turning bright red. "Sorry," she apologized in embarrassment, "I didn't mean to stare. It's just... just that."

Suddenly, Shelly stood up, still looking embarrassed, "Shit."

"What?" I gasped in surprise.

"I think you're... pretty," Shelly admitted quietly, obviously embarrassed. She couldn't even bring herself to look at me for a moment. When she finally did, she blurted out, "I've never felt this way about a girl before." She sounded a little confused by her own emotions, though I was just as confused if not more.

"Feel about..." I whispered, my eyes going wide in realization.

Shelly looked away, still blushing. "I keep thinking about you turning into a girl and I get... excited."

All I could do was stare at her in surprise for a moment before gulping and whispering, "Wow. I... I don't know what to say." If I still had my dick, I would have had a major woody right then. As it was, my nipples were all hard and poking out.

Suddenly Shelly looked away and gasped, "I've got to go." She surprised me again though by quickly darting forward and kissing me straight on the lips. Then she pulled back, blushing badly before turning and hurrying away.

I just sat there for another few minutes, feeling completely stunned and confused. I'd had more than a few fantasies about Shelly, but never in a million years would I have thought that she'd actually come on to me. Especially not since I'd been turned into a girl too. Then, I reached for my clothes with a shaky hand and started to get dressed again, unable to get how good that kiss had felt out of my mind.

I grimaced as I sat in the hard chair, having endured unimaginable torture for the last half hour and knowing that I had even more torture to suffer through before I was finally finished. Before I was finally free to leave the prison that I was trapped within and escape the control of captor.

"Sit still!" Mom snapped, her hand digging into my shoulder to push me down in the chair.

"But Mom..." I complained.

She let out an exasperated sigh, "I'll be done in a minute. Just be patient honey."

I sighed and tried to calm down, but it wasn't easy. Mom had insisted on trying something out on me, saying that she'd always dreamed of having a daughter to do it with. And unfortunately, I was stuck having to humor her... much to my embarrassment.

Finally Mom announced proudly, "I'm done. You can look now."

Gulping, I was finally able to look into the mirror of Mom's makeup table and gasped at the results of the makeover. I was barely able to recognize the face as my own, but that wasn't too surprising. It just wasn't even too recognizable as the new me.

"Wow," I whispered, then quickly clamped down, refusing to give Mom the satisfaction of seeing my reaction.

For the first time since my change, my hair wasn't just pulled back in a ponytail. Instead, it was hanging down around my shoulders, looking rather nice. My lips were covered with lipstick, just as the rest of my face was also covered with makeup. I wasn't too heavily made up, but it was the first time I'd ever worn makeup in my life so it sure felt like a lot to me.

Then I looked down at my hands, stretching my fingers and then wiggling them experimentally. My nails were all covered with a shiny light red polish that was almost a dark pink, about the same color as the lipstick that I had on.

All in all, I knew that I looked rather nice, though I wasn't sure how that made me feel. Embarrassed to be sure, though it also seemed to satisfy a faint curiosity that I'd been feeling since I'd finished changing. Though I didn't like to admit it, I had been wondering how I'd look if I was done up like a real girl. And it certainly wasn't a disappointment.

"Well?" Mom asked, "What do you think?"

"Interesting," was all that I could manage to say. "And kinda weird."

She sighed. "I know that you won't be doing this all the time, but I appreciate your humoring me like this."

I grinned back, "No problem," while at the same time, hoping that I'd never have to go through that torture again. Still, it was kind of nice to make Mom smile just by sitting still for awhile.

"You know honey," Mom started, "You should probably learn to put on makeup yourself now." Just as I started to protest, she held up her hand to stop me. "You might not like it now, but you may change your mind."

"I don't think so," I responded with a shudder, "No how, no way."

Mom shrugged. "You're a girl now honey, so it won't hurt you to at least be able to wear some makeup every now and then." Then with that, she quickly left the room before I even had a chance to argue. Probably to get a camera too.

Sighing, I shook my head and turned back towards the mirror, staring at my reflection for another minute. It was definitely strange seeing myself like that, but then again it was strange enough just seeing a girl's reflection in the mirror. Now I really did look just like any other girl in school.

"Next thing you know," I snorted, "she'll be trying to get me into a dress."

Then, after taking yet another surprised look at my reflection, I absently thought that I should have earrings in if I was going to look like that. I scowled in surprise at that thought then quickly left, trying not to think about it too much.

I went to my room and sat down, staring at my computer screen saver for a minute and starting to think back to the day before. Specifically, the incident in the locker room with Shelly. It had definitely been a surprise, and an extremely pleasant one at that. But definitely a shocker nonetheless.

Of course I hadn't told Kyle about it. I mean, how could I possibly tell a guy that I not only kissed his sister, but that she might be a lesbian too? I just shook my head, knowing that it was a bit of a mess, but then again everything seemed to be since I caught the Bug. I was just glad that it was a Saturday and I didn't have to go to school again.

"Damn it," I grumbled, getting up and leaving my room.

As I passed through he living room, Elliot was suddenly in my face and pointing at me, laughing. "You're wearing makeup. That's gross..."

I sighed, exclaiming, "Watch it twerp, I think you're beginning to look a little like a girl too." I paused and stared at him intently for a moment before gasping, "You have Burke's!"

Elliot's eyes went wide in horror and he gasped loudly before suddenly turning and running, calling out, "MOMMY!"

I just chuckled and continued on my way, glad to have gotten the twerp again. It was always a good thing to have such a gullible brother.

A moment later though, my Mom was standing there with an exasperated look on her face. "What did you just tell your brother?"

I gave her my best 'innocent' look and asked, "What did I do?"

She glared at me for a moment before shaking her head and saying, "Just stop it. Leave your brother alone." However, I could tell that she wasn't really angry about it, just a little annoyed.

Shrugging, I told her, "I'm going over to see Kyle. I'll be back in a bit." Then, I was out of the house before Mom could protest.

Several minutes later, I was standing at Kyle's door with his Mom staring at me in surprise. It was only then that I realized that I'd been in such a hurry to leave the house, I hadn't taken off the makeup.

"Kyle's not here," his Mom said, giving me an odd look. "He went over to visit his friend Mark."

I gave a disappointed, "Oh." I was about to turn away, when on an impulse, I asked, "Is Shelly here then?"

"Upstairs," she answered slowly, looking a little uncertain. Then she stepped aside and opened the door for me to go in while yelling out, "Shelly, you have company."

I just muttered a quick thanks and hurried towards Shelly's room, blushing with embarrassment as I did so. I told myself that I was just going to talk to her until Kyle got back home, but somehow, I kind of doubted my own rationalization.

Just as I reached Shelly's door, I stopped, hesitating for a moment. I was strongly tempted to just turn around and go home, coming back later when Kyle was home. Or better yet, go over to Mark's and see both of them. After all, I suddenly remembered, it looked like Mark had the Bug too.

However, before I could act on my change of heart, Shelly came out and stopping, staring at me in surprise. "Dylan..." she gasped, blinking several times, which only made her slanted eyes more noticeable.

I gulped in embarrassment, half tempted to just turn and run. "Um... hi."

Shelly just stared at me for a moment more as an embarrassed and even somewhat shy smile formed on her face. I'd never known her to be shy at all before. Suddenly, Shelly looked around nervously before gesturing for me to go into her room.

Once I was inside, she nervously asked, "What are you..." Then she paused, looking down at the ground before continuing, "About yesterday..."

"Um...yeah," I started, then stopped shyly, uncertain of what to say.

For the next several minutes, Shelly and I just sat there on her bed in uncomfortable silence. We were obviously both badly embarrassed and uncertain of how to act in the strange situation that we found ourselves in.

"I normally don't like girls," she quickly explained, looking right at me and blushing badly. "I'm not like that."

All I could do was gulp, "Oh."

We were both silent for a few seconds again before I managed to respond, "I... I like you too." Then at the look of pleasure on her face, I quickly added, "I've had a crush on you for a long time."

Then without warning, Shelly threw her arms around me in a hug. I was too surprised to respond, at least for a few seconds. It didn't take long though before I was hugging her back, and then kissing her.

When we pulled apart a minute later, Shelly looked at me and giggled. "Your makeup is smeared." I blushed at the mention of the makeup, but Shelly continued, "It does... did look good on you though."

"My Mom made me," I told her, still embarrassed, not to mention turned on. I was definitely nipping out and the juices between my legs were really flowing, feeling kind of weird but definitely nice.

"You do still like girls?" Shelly blurted, then she stared at me and giggled. "I guess you do."

I nodded, "Um...yeah."

"Bet that makes things really interesting in the locker room," she suggested with a wink.

I just blushed but nodded. "You could say that."

Shelly shook her head and 'tsked', adding, "The things you boys will do to get into the girls locker room." Then she giggled again, quickly apologizing, "Sorry, but it's just so...interesting."

After this, Shelly and I continued to talk, largely about what it was like for me and how I was adapting, though she also offered a few bits of advice. However, several times in our conversation, we went through spurts of making out, then finally, even fondling each others breasts.

"Oh God," I moaned as Shelly rubbed at one of my nipples through my bra. It felt SOOO good. I could just imagine what it would feel like to actually have sex as a girl, not that I'd had it as a guy though. "More..."

Shelly giggled and whispered, "I never would have thought that another girl would feel so nice. Even if she was a guy."

Finally, Shelly said, "I guess we shouldn't be doing this now."

I felt a wave of disappointment and quietly asked, "Why not?" I was half afraid that she'd say that she didn't feel right messing around with another girl.

However, Shelly blushed, "My folks might walk in."

"Oh," I gasped, blushing and quickly darting forward to give her another kiss. I was definitely beginning to like this.

Then Shelly looked at me and giggled, "You really should get cleaned up. Your makeup is like, totally smeared."

I just stuck my tongue out at her, adding, "Yours too." We both started laughing before quickly moving to the bathroom to clean up.

A short while later, Shelly and I were both cleaned up and back in her room, this time behaving ourselves. Somehow though, I doubted that we'd remain that way. At least any longer than we really had to.

"You know," Shelly started in a thoughtful voice, "you really ought to think about a new name. I mean, now that you're a girl..."

"I know," I sighed, staring at the wall thoughtfully.

I'd been thinking about a new name ever since my Mom had suggested that I take one several days earlier. In fact, I'd even come to a decision, though I hadn't had the courage to tell anyone. Changing my name was such a big step.

Finally, I gulped and looked back at Shelly. "I have one," I told her quietly.

"Oh?" she prompted, obviously burning with curiosity. I just smiled and let her wait for a moment.

Then, with a gulp, I spoke the new name that I'd decided on out loud for the very first time. "Deanne." It was strange to my ears, but it sounded similar enough to my old one that I wouldn't have too much trouble answering to it.

"Deanne..." Shelly repeated, testing the name out loud. She nodded, "Nice. I think it suits the new you."

Embarrassed, I just looked at the ground and smiled at that. "Thanks."

Suddenly there was the sound of a door slamming just next door, nearly making me jump.

"Kyle's home," Shelly told me, looking disappointed.

I nodded, feeling a little disappointed myself. "I guess I'd better go see him then," I told Shelly.

"Just come back some time," Shelly told me. Then she smiled, "Or better yet, go to the mall with me tomorrow." She winked, "And we can get your ears pierced."

The thought of getting my ears pierced made me wince, but I nodded. At least to go to the mall. As for the ears, I'd have to think about that, but somehow I suspected that Shelly would be able to talk me into it, no matter how much I protested.

A minute later, I was standing in Kyle's room, telling him, "I've been waiting for you to get back."

Kyle looked at me suspiciously for a moment, as if I'd suddenly changed sides. Then again, I guess I kind of did change sides, but not by my choice. However, he quickly grinned, locking his bedroom door and explaining that he didn't want his 'nosy sister' to 'butt in'.

"So how's Mark?" I asked Kyle, unable to help but worrying about him. There was no telling what the Bug would do to a person. "I mean, what's the Bug doing?"

Suddenly Kyle laughed, slapping me on the back just like old times. "Naw, it was a false alarm. He's just got the flu."

I let out a sigh of relief, "Lucky him."

"Until next time," Kyle shrugged. I just nodded, knowing exactly what Kyle meant. Sooner or later, just about everyone got the Bug. It was about as common as the flu.

With that, Kyle and I turned our attentions to something far more important. Namely, the new video game that he'd just bought. I already knew that we were going to have a blast trying to beat it.

It was several hours later and I was walking home from Kyle's house, my thoughts filled not with the time I'd spent with Kyle, but with his sister instead. Especially the goodbye kiss we'd snuck before I left. I still felt like jello because of it.

"Shelly," I whispered, shaking my head faintly as I thought about her, still amazed at how quickly we'd gotten together and how close we'd become in such a short time. And though I knew it could only be a temporary thing, I had a strong feeling that it wasn't. Somehow... somehow I suspected that we were going to be very... very good friends.

I licked my lips in anticipation, knowing that it wouldn't be long before we were actually in bed together. I didn't think that we could have avoided it if we even tried, not that either of us was going to. I just wondered what I'd tell Kyle since he was bound to find out sooner or later.

"Oh well," I hummed with a smile on my face. I'd worry about that when the time came.

Then, just as my house was within sight, I whispered, "Deanne," deciding that I did kind of like the sound of it. Then again, I'd better since it was probably going to be my name for the rest of my life. There wasn't much hope that the Bug would turn me back into a guy, not much hope at all. Elvis coming back would probably be more likely. "I wonder what Mom will think of it," I mused, knowing that I'd find out in just a couple minutes.

"Deanne," I whispered again, smiling faintly. "I can live with that." After all, I added silently, it wasn't like I really had much choice.

I chuckled a little weakly and shook my head, knowing that a new name was definitely the least of the things I'd have to get used to. Hell, just about everything had changed, just because I'd caught a stupid Bug.

That was something that still amazed me. Just how much a single virus could change someone's life. But then again, Burke's was certainly no ordinary virus, having changed the entire world. Changed how people looked at each other, even those who hadn't caught it yet. What was one person's life compared to the world?

As I stepped inside the house, I was immediately confronted with an interesting sight. Elliot was standing there next to my Dad's chair, looking rather miserable. That alone would normally have been enough to catch my attention, but what happened next drew it even more.

"I don't feel very good," Elliot complained in his whiniest voice, "I hurt all over."

My eyes went wide at that, then even wider as my Mom walked in, rubbing at her temples and muttering, "I'm not feeling too well myself."

"Speak of the devil," I whispered, staring at my family in some surprise.

Beginning to smile faintly, I started towards them, knowing without a doubt that I wasn't going to be the only one around the house dealing with some changes. And of course, there were going to be some very interesting days ahead, and not just for me. Some very interesting days indeed.

With that in my mind, I chuckled and whispered, "Deanne," one more time, deciding that it was about time to tell them my decision. Before things got too confusing.