The Gender Flu

Prologue - The Outbreak

Boston, 8pm.

Doctor Marshall and Evans were on the eve of their year-long experiment, before their funding ran out. They took on a task like no other, changing the gender genomes of mice. Why, you may ask? It was a task no one had attempted before, and with large backing behind them, they did it to prove it could be done, nothing more. Unfortunately, the deadline was next week, and no success had been dealt.

Doctor Marshall was the lead on this experiment. He was 30 years old, and followed research with a passion. Standing at 6’ even, his well maintained, slick hair and strong body demanded respect wherever he went. His assistant, Sara Evans, stood at 5’8” and her long, brunette hair and attractive face made her the beauty of the whole research division. “Well, here goes,” Dr. Marshall exclaimed, as the pair pushed one last attempt on their failing experiment.

As the machine buzzed one last time, the needle stuck into the male mouse, and faded off, liquid formula filling the mouse. “Holy shit…” whispered Sara. The mouse began changing before their eyes, writhing, twitching, transforming into a female mouse. “YES! Nice job!” Marshall yelled as he hugged Sara. Their experiment was a success, and their jobs were saved. As she inspected the now female mouse, unknowingly getting some formula on herself and the floor, she confirmed it: the mouse was alive and well, and changed. All of a sudden, she fell to the ground, dizzy. “Sara, are you ok!?” a concerned Marshall yelled. She wanted to respond, but couldn't. Soon, she started to change. Her once envied female body was slowly becoming more masculine, her legs getting stronger and longer, her arms becoming toned and stronger. Her once long, silky brunette hair shrunk into her scalp, her face becoming more manly every second. Her collarbone became less pronounced, and her once perky, firm, and perfect C cup breasts shrank into herself, her hard nipples coming to a stop on a new, strong chest. Lastly, her private area began to burn like nothing else, as she felt something growing with pressure, like her vagina growing outward.

A man, formerly Sara, was now laying on the ground, breathing heavy and crying, overcome with emotion, as he sat in way too small scrubs, revealing a toned stomach, and stretching out a bra that once used to contain beautiful breasts, and pitching a tent that rivaled even the likes of Dr. Marshall. “Shit… Sara, are you ok?.” “Well, I guess I'm ok… well I feel great actually, powerful.” Relieved, Dr. Marshall took her… him up to his feet, and into a chair. “Now what?” he asked. “MARSHALL! The mouse!” formerly Sara yelled. But it was too late. The infected mouse had escaped into the city of Boston, about to unleash a virus never seen before…