After super that night I was laying in my room looking at the news reports on my phone.

The numbers were still rising, some doctor gave an interview saying how they were doing the best they could to figure out what was happening.

I was trying to decide if I was brave enough to take a shower or not when there was a knock at my door.

It opened and in walked Greg, his hair was damp and he was wearing a long tshirt one of my brothers I think.

"My God its been soooo long since I have been able to wash myself, it felt great" she said flopping down onto my bed.

"So what you up to"? She asked.
"Just thinking I said, you sure seem to be adapting well to this" I said as I looked up.

"Well yeah I mean, it's weird and I'm sure I'll calm down eventually but Cotton you have to understand to me this is a miracle" she smiled holding her hands out in front of her and opening and closing her fingers.

"Yeah well its not to me" I said as I stood up and stretched.

"You staying here tonight"? I asked.
"Yeah about that, me and your folks were talking and it looks like I'm gonna be staying here for a while" she said.

"Really"? I asked.

"Yep, they gave me Coles old room".
"Look Clay, I know what its like to go through a major change. If you ever need to talk about anything just say so and I'll be here for you" she said as she sat up on my bed.

I gave a half hearted smile and walked towards the bathroom. My dad built our house from the ground up and when mom said all she wanted was a nice bathroom and a big kitchen that is exactly what she got.

I walked into the bathroom still somewhat steamy from Greg's shower. I looked in the mirror and for the first time had a chance to take stock of my new body.

I looked at the large floor to ceiling mirror near my moms vanity, it was made out of some type of anti fog glass or something cause it was just as clear as day.

I was still dressed as I was earlier, I looked at the image in front of me and felt like crying again but I held it in.

I took off my shoes, then socks, then pants and my shirt which left me standing in nothing but a bra and panties.

Looking at myself I saw a young girl early teens, my mom had measured my height earlier. Five feet two inches and according to the bathroom scale I weigh a wopping one hundred and four pounds.

My skin is super soft, long legs, slender arms and small feet and my hands are so dainty its unreal.

But my face, my face is what I would call cute, cobalt blue eyes that give me a look of innocence and gullibility.

But what really stands out is my hair, I use to have dark hair but I was starting to bald so I kept my head shaved but my beard was long and bushy.

Another thing that has happened is all my tattoos are now gone, erased as if they had never existed.

Honestly I can't say I'm mad about that cause there were a few I had regretted getting mainly the tribal sleeve and the smiley face on the back of my hand.

But that was no longer me, I now had this in my opinion super long bright blue hair, mom called it Aqua. It hangs down to the top of my butt and is one massive pain in the ass, not that its unruly its actually pretty fine and straight but I've never had long hair even when I was younger so it was something I had no idea how to deal with it.

I knew I had to but I was dreading it, first I undid the clip on my bra and l
Pulled it off.

My, boobs were big well to me anyway, mom and the girl at the store actually said I was about as small as you can get but mom said it looked as though I was young enough to still hit a growth spurt. Not gonna lie the idea of these things getting bigger wasn't a pleasant thought at all.

I looked down, seeing my new underwear.
The flat front caused me to have a lump in my throat and I felt like snakes were crawling around inside my stomach.

I closed my eyes and slowly lowered the panties to the floor stepping out of them I faced the mirror with my eyes tightly shut.

I didn't want to look, I didn't want to see. It had been weird enough walking around or sitting that day the whole time I was painfully aware of the vacancy between my legs and that I now had nothing there.

I slowly opened my eys and there it was, I had at that point been with seven girls sexually in my life time. And from experience I knew exactly what I was looking at.

I couldn't stop it if I wanted to as I ran to the toilet and relieved myself of moms dinner she had worked so hard on.

After I finished I sat on the cold floor,I didn't want to, but I started to cry.

I was sobbing, naked on the bathroom floor with my knees pulled into my chestand my face buriedin my arms trying to will myself to awakenfrom this nightmare, I never heard the key being pushed into the door or the lock being turned.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up through blurry eyes at my mom.
She smiled and pulled me into a hug.

"It's ok, mama's got you" she cooed and rocked me like I was a small child.

After who knows how long mom helped me up, I stood there with my hand over my area and my arm over my boobs as mom turned on the water to the shower.

Mom helped me in and for the first time in at least thirty plus years my mom bathed me. She had no care in the world that she was getting soaked.

The water felt good, I felt as though I wasn't in my body anymore.
As if I was just in a serene peaceful place.

The next thing I remember was the feeling of being carried, I looked up to see my dad carrying me in his arms.

My dad brought me into my room and placed me down gently on my bed. Mom was right behind him and they both tucked me in for the night.

Still in that serene place I don't rember what he prayed but he and mom got on their knees next to my bed and my dad held my hand and I could tell he was praying.

I was so relaxed the next thing I remember was waking up to the sun shining into my room.

I sat up and stretched out, looking down I saw that I was wearing one of my mom's flannel nightgowns.

I felt toasty and safe,I felt ok.

I stood up and walked to the bathroom, I cringed at the pale pink panties with the white trim.

I admit, this time was just as weird as the last two times I have went since my change, I had to get use to muscles I have never possessed.

I was sitting there when I heard mom say something. I looked around and ofcourse she wasn't there.

It was then I realized that I was hearing her and Greg talking about doing a shoping run for her that day.

Only issue was, I was in the upstairs bathroom and they were in the down stairs kitchen.

I finished my business and walked downstairs, mom and greg were sitting at the kitchen bar when I walked in.

Greg was wearing the same clothes from the day before but his hair now had two butterfly hair clips.

"Morning sleepy head, are we feeling better this morning"? Mom asked as she was putting some pancakes on the plate infront of Greg.

"Oh yeah, thanks for last night mom" I said smiling.
"Any time Clay, thats what mom's are for" she said sitting me out a plate as I sat next to Greg.

"So you and Greg going shopping"? I asked as I stared to eat.

"Yeah I got some money stuck back and I can't keep wearing these same clothes" Greg said with his mouth full.

"Greg no talking with your mouth full" mom said as she sat down next to us to eat.

"Yes ma'am" he said realizing he had forgotten his manners.
"It's just been so long since I've eaten at someone else's house" he said after he swallowed.

"What about the quarantine"? I asked.
"They lifted it this morning, told people this apparently isn't something that can be transferred from one person to another" mom said.

"So do you want to come with us" Greg asked.
"Naw I'm good, I don't really feel like going anywhere right now" I said.

Mom looked a little worried, "I'm ok mom I just don't feel comfortable enough yet" I said trying to put her mind at ease.

She smiled but I could tell she was still worried.
"Wheres dad"? I asked.
"He's out in the shop, probably tinkering on something" mom said.

I finished eating and walked to my room, I dressed in another pair of jeans and a tshirt. I walked downstairs and Greg and mom had already left.

Walking outside on the back porch I could hear trouble by Travis Tritt playing on the radio in my dads shop.

I walked down and saw he was working on one of our two log skidders. He had one of the huge wheels off and had pulled the axle assembly apart.

I walked over and he saw me,he stopped what he was doing and reached over to turn down the radio on the nearby toolbox.

"Hey son how you feeling"?
"I'm, better" I said looking around, for some reason I was trying to avoid eye contact.

I know now it was shame but I didn't at the time. "You need any help"? I asked.

"Ah sure, the hub locked up on this yesterday at the site so I had David and Samuel bring it to the house last night, I figured it'd be a lot easier to work on here at the shop instead of at the landing" dad said.

So for the next two hours I helped my dad, it was odd. Dad was a lot more helpful and seemed to forget that I had done this a few times in the past.

I could tell this was an entirely different territory for my old man but we ended up finding that rythm and he was acting normal by the time we were done.

I was covered in greese, hot and sweaty as me and dad sat down in the shop lawn chairs.But honestly I felt good.

Dad brought over two beers and turned on the old TV to nascar.
"Thanks for letting me help dad, I really needed the distraction" I said as I sipped the ice cold Budweiser.

"I'm glad for the help, honestly I ain't gonna lie I was worried you might get hurt" dad laughed.

"Well I'm ok, I guess" I said feeling a little more flush at his statement.
"I'm just not use to you being so small, just didn't want you to bite off more then you could chew"he laughed.

We sat there watching TV and enjoying the large shop fans for another hour when Bacon our chocolate lab who was sitting there with us looked up.

About that time I heard a car coming down our gravel drive way.
I looked out the shop door and saw nothing at first till I saw the dust and then my moms SUV top the hill.

It was strange cause I was able to hear it even with all the other noise around me, but for a moment it was like all other sounds were muffled but that one sound.

I stood up and things went back to normal.
I walked over as mom got out of her side but honestly I wasn't prepared for what I saw next.

Greg walked around from the other side wearing a white sleeveless sun dress with a brown shoulder bag and a pair of white sandals.

Her blonde hair still sporting the butterfly hair clips but what really caught my attention were the two small studs, one in each ear.

She walked over and with a quick twirl smiled at me. "Well what do you think"?

I was stunned. "Ah...well are you ok"? I asked not believeing at all what I was seeing.

"I'm fine, are you ok greasy"? She laughed.
she calmed down and took on a smaller smile.

"Come over to the porch swing" she said taking me by the hand.
She lead me over to the porch and we sat down in silence for a moment.

"I..I know it's weird, and I know I might have went a bit overboard" she said looking down at herself.

"I never even had one thought my whole life about being a girl, but waking up yesterday and realizing I had my mobility back was also something I never dreamed could happen".

"Honestly even though its a huge change i keep praying it's not some cruel dream that I'm gonna wake up again and be right back in that damn bed" she had a tear in her eye.

I just nodded. "Look I've never wated to be this, but I'm determined to live my life to the fullest, to experience my new life and not waste it".

"Greg I'm happy for you I am but it's just like, I never could have imagined you as the girly type, I mean the dress and the earrings..."

"Me neither, up until yesterday I have never had one thought or desire to wear a dress but honestly I have to admit it's not that bad, especially as hot as it is today" she laughed.

"And one more thing about my name" Greg said looking into my eyes.

"I want to be called Abigail or Abby for short" she said.

"What's wrong with Greg"? I asked.
"Nothing at all, but honestly I don't feel like a Greg anymore and I certainly don't look like one anymore" she laughed.

"Your mom called me Greg when we were in the mall earlier and it got me some odd looks so I figured maybe Greg wasn't the best name for my new self" she started slowly swinging the swing.

"So why Abigail"? I asked.
"It's what my little sisters name would have been, if not for the crash" Greg said with a sad smile.

Greg's mom was six months pregnant when her and his dad were killed by a drunk driver when he was eight.

Greg and his Brother had been raised by their Grandparents.

"Well I need to go help your mom take my stuff in the house" she said as she got up and walked over to where mom and dad were talking.

I sat on the porch looking out over the cow pasture as the tall grass swayed with the slight breeze.

"Maybe I should think..... no, I'm Clay and as far as I'm concerned I will always be" I said outloud getting up from the swing.

I walked inside to find my mom helping fold Gre...I mean Abby's new clothes.

There were a lot more colors then I was personally comfortable with but Ab...my friend seemed happy.

I was about to walk into the living room, "Clay don't you even think about sitting on my furniture without taking a shower first, your dad is useing the one upstairs so you'll have to use the guest shower" she said with a look I knew all to well.

"Yes mama" I said and walked upstairs to grab me some new clothes.

I grabbed a pair of jeans and a clean tshirt, I figured my underwear was juat fine.
I walked back down stairs and met mom comeing into the living room.

"I called my Friend Jennifer earlier and she said I could bring you and Abigail to see her tomorrow" she said.

"Who's Jennifer"?

"She's my OBGYN" mom said, "We need to get you two a check up and the CDC is deligating sample collection to smaller doctors offices so we can get that out of the way as well".

I groaned "Do I have to, I mean I feel ok"!
"Yes, we need to find out if you will be needing...." mom trailed off.

"Needing what"? I asked fearing her answer.

"Well there's no easy way to say this but, tampons".