Mikey, inquisitive boy that he was, looked around at the strange fog, even sticking his tongue out to try and taste it.
Linda fretted, worried about what was going on, but realizing she was unable to do anything about it.
"Oww," Mikey said, his pajama bottoms suddenly felt extremely tight, almost to the point of ripping, but then they seemed to expand, as if they were elastic, to accommodate him.
Linda looked at him. "Mikey, are you all right?" She asked. "Does it hurt?" That's a stupid question, she thought to herself. He's having a growth spurt while I watch and I ask him if it hurt. She couldn't do much but watch. She could barely move any of her body.
"Mommy, I feel weird," he said, clutching his stomach. He looked to be about Zoe's age by that point, but his voice still sounded like that of a little boy. "Feels like things are moving around in my stomach." He continued to fidget.
Linda didn't know what to make of it, or what to say, other than to tell Mikey it would be all right, even though she had no idea one way or the other. When Mikey's bare chest began to swell, she had a sudden realization that her son was hitting puberty fast...only it appeared he'd hit the wrong puberty.
The same force that had made Mikey grew appeared to be refining him, shaping him...the delicate features of a child were being quickly adjusted into that of a maturing female.
Linda gathered her bathrobe more tightly around her, feeling a chill at the realization her baby was rapidly and inexplicably turning into a woman, and a rather attractive one at that.
Mikey held his hand up in front of his face. watching the fingers grow and lengthen in amazement. He was getting bigger. It didn't hurt, so much as feel like his insides were moving around on their own...which in fact they were.
He moved the hand down, to experimentally touch the two breasts that had sprouted from his chest. "Don't play with those!" His mother blurted out.
He moved the hand away. "Sorry, Mommy."
"It's all right, sweetie," she said. "I don't know what's going on, but we'll figure this..." her voice suddenly cracked, and she coughed, trying to clear it.
Mikey's hair streamed down his neck, expanding outward into a shoulder-length. There were still some touches that made him look strange, but, like an artist working on his masterpiece, whatever force was changing him appeared to be refining his work. Before long, an independent observer would have a hard time believing Mikey had ever been a little boy, as there was nothing little or boyish about him...or her, to be more accurate, as Mikey's most identifiable male parts had been sucked up into his body some moments before.
The pajama bottoms finally decided they'd had enough, and split along the seams. The fabric shimmered, and seemed to roll up Mikey's body as if it were a liquid, reforming into a nightgown that hid Mikey's developed features...if not fully.
She hoped he would stop changing soon. He already looked older than Zoe, if he got any older...already he was at risk, a girl who looked like him with the mind of a little boy. She'd have to keep him home.
Mikey suddenly found it easier to move, as if the force holding him had weakened its grip a bit, and was able to move closer to his mother. He looked up at her. She was still taller than him, but not by as much. That was cool. As for being a girl...well, he'd thought girls were icky, but being one didn't feel icky. It felt the same as being a boy, just...well, different. It didn't even occur to him to be bothered by it.
