Over the next few days, our transformations progressed. The virus had soon changed both Michael and I into women. There was no trace of the virus left in either of our systems, and both of us now had fully functional female parts. But our work continued.
Michael seemed to embrace it well enough. I noticed he was wearing makeup and painting his nails. He also seemed....happier.
“How’s things with the girlfriend?” I asked one day.
“Good. Very good.” Michael replied. “She’s pregnant. The doctor’s say it’s a boy.”
“Congratulations! That’s amazing!”
“More so than you think,” Michael started to explain, “The fetus in the womb shows no signs of infection or exposure. At first I thought it was the protection of the womb, but I took some samples from my wife, and...well...”
“A cure? A vaccine?” I asked hesitantly.
“Not exactly. There’s no stopping the spread among any males now, but if we administer what I’ve developed to pregnant women, it should stop the disease in any future generations. My boy will still be a boy. I’m not sure if this will save humanity, but it will at least give it a chance.”
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