I am Woman
By
Amethyst

Dr. Jason Nesbit has been tasked with finding a cure to TG-003. Will he succeed, or join the horde of unmen?
 
Disclaimer: I was hoping to do another Werewench story for Halloween this year but work has kept me too busy. So, instead, I wrote this short that was inspired by Dot and Jaci's actions. Be warned: This was written while I was sleep-deprived and not thinking clearly so the humor and stuff may be a little weird.

October 5th, 2025

To whoever is reading this journal, I am Dr. Jason Nesbit, a virologist. I have been tasked with finding a cure, or at the very least an inoculation, for TG-003. Called Super-cooties by some, TG-003 appeared two years ago in Asia as a mutation of a viral treatment method that was being developed for transgendered women to have a complete transition through viral gene modification.

Despite efforts to contain the virus, TG-003 spread quickly, becoming a global pandemic within five months. It only affects males and less than two percent of the male population has exhibited any form of immunity. It is spread through contact with bodily fluids and 28 days after infection the transformation process is complete, leaving the infected as a teenage girl anatomically, biologically, and mentally. They are young women in every sense of the word, despite what noted author J.R Knowling and other TERFs may say.

Elderly men and those with compromised immune systems have a 50 percent death rate; their bodies just can’t handle the strain of the transformation. During my studies, I have been trying to learn more about them. Most post-transformative cases seem to remember their old lives, they just don’t care. They appear to travel in cliques and are obsessed with cute boys, shopping, and talking on their cell phones, and they seldom leave their cliques.

This virus has been disastrous. Two-thirds of the male population either have been infected or are now post-transformative and the effect on the economy has been profound. Not only has it affected the workforce and government negatively but the fashion and makeup industries, the malls, and high schools can’t keep up with the demand. If a cure is not found, mankind may soon face extinction.

October 14th, 2025

I went to the mall today, strictly for research purposes of course. It is simply the easiest place to encounter the infected and the transformed. There was a BoGo sale at Victoria’s Secret and it was just the bait that I was looking for. The dwindling number of cute boys worked in my favor as one of them, a very pretty redhead named Joni, took an interest in me. Interacting with her and gaining her trust should help further my research.

I may have become infected, only time will tell. It took a good two hours of snogging with Joni, but I was willing to take one for the team… for research purposes. Not because I want to be a girl or anything, I just feel that monitoring my illness will help me, or whoever takes over for me, to find a vaccine. Note to self: Delete the browsing history on my laptop.

October 22nd, 2025

I was indeed infected. My skin is much softer, and I can already see the changes in my face and body. Finally, my dream will come true. My dream of finding a vaccine, of course. Joni has taken me under her wing, and I have managed to infiltrate her clique. During the days, I go shopping and hang out at the mall with them and in the evenings, we talk on the phone as I study blood and tissue samples and try possible vaccines on rats. I may need more rats soon though. Ewwww, I hate rats.

November 16th, 2025

Dear Diary,

I found the cutest miniskirt at the mall today. It’ll go great with the frosted pink crop top I bought yesterday. I’m gonna look totes adorbs. Sorry that I haven’t written anything in a while. I’ve just been so busy hanging out with Joni and the girls. They’ve been teaching me so much and we’re like, totally besties.

I’m still totally looking for a cure though and I’m getting my BFFs to help. I mean, how are we gonna find cute boys if they all turn into girls? There would only be geeks and nerds left and making out with one of them would be social suicide. I can’t allow that to happen. The cute boys must be saved.

Talk to you later Diary,

Love Jade