Ryan stood in his sister's room alone. His body ached...like he had been hit by a truck. The amount of stress his body must have been under had to have been tremendous. His head, however, was clear now as was his eyesight. He was unconcious for so long! He looked in the full length mirror.

The reflection showed a slight resemblance to the guy he used to know. Girl's pajamas? Really mom? He removed the pajama top and laid it on the floor. Where they were once strong and muscular, his arms were now thin and soft. His torso looked like a little boy's with no tone at all. It was as if puberty had never hit. With all the change however, he was still relieved that he still looked like a boy on top.

He pulled down the pajama bottoms and there they were...panties. His mom actually decided to put him in girl's underpants during his fever. Did his brother and sister know this? He grew embarrassed once again. The very sad thing was that the panties did not look too out of place. Although he wanted them off, he was fearful of what he would see under the soft, delicate fabric. Would his manhood still be there?

Ryan inched off the panties and surveyed the damage. His penis was small. All the magic of puberty that had transformed his best friend into something magnificent had been reversed. It looked like it belonged on a little boy. His heart sunk. This was yet another hit to his maculinty that he was not ready to accept. Ryan reached under to find out how much his balls had shrunk. The hand was met with emptyness and his eyes darted down as he moved his drawfed penis to the side. Everything was gone! His testicles, his ball sack...everything! Ryan grew weak in the knees.

This was too much to take in. He put his hands on his face and slumped over. He had to compose himself or else he was going to lose it. Ryan took a deep breath and re-assessed what was happening. No balls meant no testosterone right?

A knock came.

"Ryan, I brought some boy's clothes", his mom stated.

Ryan quickly threw on the pajamas and answered the door.

"I grabbed some of your brother's clothes. They will fit you better ok?"

"Ok", Ryan answered quietly.

"Are you ok sweety?"

"I'm alright. This is really shocking to me", he replied in a very feminine voice.

"I know. Its something that we all need to get used to, but we are all here for you.", she stated in a very warm way.

"Thanks mom. I'm gonna change."

The clothes were his brother's who was 3 years his junior and yet they were a little big on him. Ryan felt good to be in male garbs regardless.

He walked closer to the mirror to observe his face. He was a softer looking version of himself. His eyes seemed bigger although his face looked smaller. His complexion was flawless and almost porcelain-like. He touched his cheek. The skin felt like his girlfriend's. It was so soft, smooth and the pores were microscopic. He worried about what his girlfriend would think of him now. Could he still make her happy or would she want something more?

Ryan headed out of the room to face his family once again. He knew the best way to deal with what was happening was head on. That's the way he had always approached life and he wasn't about to change now.

"Hey guys", Ryan announced in his female tone as he walked into the family room. His mom, brother and sister were all sitting there almost waiting on him to enter.

"Hi sweety. We are all happy to have you back.", his mom said with a smile.

"Yeah Ryan, it just wasn't the same without you.", sister added.

"Dude, sorry bro but you look wierd and you sound totally like a chick", his brother quipped.

"Jimmy! Don't you dare do this!", mom scolded.

"It's ok mom...really.", Ryan replied, "I know I look different and I'm not going to act like I don't. My voice is totally tripping me out as well and I know that all of you are thinking the same thing. Jimmy, even though he is a little punk, is the only one who is voicing it. So ask away so that we can get over this uncomfortableness and get on with our lives."

"Ok, I have one then.", his sister stated, "do you feel different? I mean, do you feel more feminine or anything?"

"No way. I'm still the same Ryan as always inside. I know I look different, but nothing is going to change who I am at the core.", Ryan replied.

"We would expect nothing less from you", his mom said as she patted him on the back.

"Do you have tits yet?", little brother added with a jab.

"I can still whup your butt little bro so you better be careful with what you say.", Ryan joked, "and no...I don't have anything there."

The Q&A went on for a while as the mood grew lighter and lighter. Ryan was relieved. He hated being fussed over and the sooner things could just be "normal" the better.