Matthew was so angry at David.
Why did she have to be such... such a girl! All she had to do was show up at the party, let people see she had three boobs, and he could have probably scored with Sally. What exactly was the problem with that?! He kicked a can down the road. He didn't think it was likely he would ever get another invitation to those frat-boy parties. He would have given anything to just.. go to the movies with Sally. Dean was a bit of a jerk, but.. he was generally fair when it came to giving a chance.
"Sorry bro, no bunny boobs, no Sally Summers." Dean had said simply.
Just like that, his chance to meet the girls of his dream gone... why couldn't his friend do him just this one favour? Just one? He was certainly fine with him being a girl, that wasn't a problem- but he didn't have to -act- like one too!
He arrived home, his mother was there cooking.. and boiling of all the things, Brussel sprouts. Urgh! It just seemed to compound the mess of this day.
"Hey baby," smiled Matt's mother. She was dressed in an apron, in the kitchen as she looked to her teenage son.
"Mom I'm not a baby any more," he groaned exasperated.
"Oh I can't help it," she giggled as she stirred a cook pot.
Matt sighed. For some reason his mother was always... babying him. "I've had a really bad day mom, I don't really want to deal with all-"
Then her mother gave him the puppy dog eyes. "Aww come on, tell me."
" I... just... it's just a guy thing.."
"So it's about a girl maybe? Oh my sweet little baby is growing up!" she giggled again looking excited. But at the look Matt gave, she decided to let it go."I made some sprouts to make you big and strong- oh and some healthy fruit here. I placed a bowl in the living room. Eat up!"
Matt sometimes wasn't sure how he ended up with a mother quite like this. She was always so... motherly it was unbelievable. Maybe it was just her way of trying to keep the virus away from him. Healthy fruit, no junk food... though he did snack on his journey to high school and back- it was the only time he could, away from the gaze of his mother. "I'm going to just.. get some sleep mom. Honestly this day was just the worst."
"Okay baby, just... you know if you want to talk, I'm here right?" she smiled earnestly.
"...yeah."
With that, Matt went up to his room.
Matt had a rather typical room. A bed with blue sheets. His mother decorated it sometimes and placed a flower vase (the flower itself being fake, since Matt would never water it.) He had a few toys from when he was growing up, but for the most part most of his games were on a computer. Perhaps the oddest thing in his room was the old NES robot R.O.B sitting on a shelf.
He placed his school backpack down with a large thump, not even bothering to put it in his cupboard. He had a desk, but it wasn't well organised. Pens and paper were scattered about in some makeshift random pattern that was in itself a form of chaotic art. Matt never had any trouble finding things though. He liked to draw stuff from the internet.. not being much of an artist himself, but he was good at 'copying' what he saw. He hoped that would somehow translate into being some kind of artist one day, but it never worked. All he ever did was just make the same thing... with only the slightest variations.
He fell onto the bed, fully clothed. His eyes moist with tears. All he wanted to do was see Sally... talk to her, get to know her... get her number... just.. anything! He had a best friend that had been turned into a girl, and while that should have made things easier... said girl wasn't going to use her new found social life to help him out. It was just... stupid. He would have done it!
wouldn't he?
He slowly started trying to place himself in that position. It wasn't easy but... maybe... just maybe... was he expecting too much? All the years of friendship he had with David... he quickly shook his head, then turned out the lights.
As the day progressed to night, there was to be a new... change.
Perhaps Matt caught the virus from David, or at the school... from Jon... it didn't really matter where he got it. The point was... he got it. A very severe case of it too, as would be found out when he woke.
Matthew slept in his bed, looking quite casual despite the turmoil he was feeling. His breathing had taken on a steady flow, rising and falling in time to his heart beat. The virus got to work, on the surface of his skin spreading almost like an invisible rash, raising his body temperature a bit.
First of all, the hair on his body- such as it was, for he didn't have much started to flake away. It was an odd sensation to his mind, but subtle enough not to really waken or alert him. Perhaps he might feel the odd prickle of his now loose hair on the mattress upon insanely smooth skin... but hardly something that would bother him.
Matthew's breathing became a bit deeper, as he lay onto the pillow face down. He turned around, his back to the mattress, in a dreamless restless sleep. Now he was starting to get slimmer. His broad shoulders lost much of their width, evaporating bone structure into a stranger 'liquid' matter deep into his blood stream. They were no longer broad... not at all.
Still the virus worked. His legs got smaller... much smaller, followed by his torso and arms. Luckily they still maintained their human shape.. though they had very subtle curves that no man would have. His hands were much smaller, as were his feet.
Small breasts started to form on his torso that quickly filled out. Not particularly large, perhaps about the same size as David's. Much like his friend, it would appear that Matthew was becoming younger, enough to be in her early rather then late teens. His hips took on the delicate curves of a young girl about to become a young woman... a woman that looked perfect. Almost.. too perfect.
.. though this could not really be made out by the profile of his... rather now, 'her' body as more changes occurred, under the covers. There was a tingle in her scalp as her hair suddenly lengthened... not just in a small way, but it fell as a waterfall of perfect length of luxurious blond that would reach all the way to her feet when standing up.
Matt mumbled something, trying to clear her throat or cough. The virus started to work upwards, going into her vocal chords, dramatically improving her pitch and tone. it changed her voice to match the new girl she appeared to be, with that same otherworldly perfection as her facial hair was gone, besides her eyebrows and eyelashes. Her face certainly looked more innocent and child-like... not yet mature at all. One could call it a fairly cute face, as her eyes under her closed eyelids turned into a lovely shining baby blue.
But that wasn't even the strangest change.
She was now a young, exceptionally pretty young girl in her early teens. Her breasts appeared to be about a B-cup... though certainly very round and perky on her slim body which was comparatively slimmer then David's rabbit body and cocooned in lovely blond hair.
The virus caused a tingle along her back and shoulder blades. On an instinct, she turned to lie down on her front. This crushed her new breasts, but the sensation was so odd and new that it was dismissed by her sub-concious mind as perhaps her pillows. Given that the edge of the bed felt further away, more movement must have happened then registered.
An odd 'cut' started to appear, running in parallel along her shoulder blades. The strange material from the loss of her bones started to reform back into a new design. All the bone mass she lost, was about to return. They expanded filling the cuts with a new and odd pair of symmetrical appendage. A plethora of hollowed bones, conjoined in an intricate fractal design suddenly grew outward, much like the branches of a tree arching in a natural curve.
As these bones grew, feathers started to form of pure white hiding them. The force was enough to throw out her bed cover, clear across the other side of the room with a gust of air.
Her wings... were huge. Not at all subtle and impossible to hide. Much like her hair which were to her feet, these wings tipped the ground even when they were in their natural 'closed' position. They were so large she could wrap her entire body.. and perhaps another, within them. Since she was lying flat on her bed, they were stretched outward, lying flat and tickling along the side of the bed and barely touching the ground at either end...
Matt continued to sleep...
