Your legs lost their muscle and hair to the point that your pants would have fallen off if not for your widening hips. However, the loss of mass is enough for you to wobble and fall on your rear, which is much more thick than you remember it being.
"Dad?" William asks with concern while you feel like your face and chest has suddenly caught on fire. You had no idea why he looked so flustered as well, but the pain was the only thing in your mind at the time. Nick watched on with horror and John watched with confusion. None of the boys could do anything to help you.
"Ahh!" You let out a womanly scream from the pain reaching its peak. From your chest erupted two bulbous breasts that had absorbed and erased any pronounced abdominal muscles and semblance of an Adam's Apple you ever had. Thankfully, after a few more changes, your body finally cooled down and stopped causing agony. You and the boys remained silent to process what just happened.
"Greg?" Your wife Stella called out to you. "Are you ok-? oh my..." Stella's face turned white with horror and shock. Whether she could recognize you or not, you could tell this was not going to end well. After a few seconds of Stella experiencing a hurricane of emotions, she finally spoke up again. "Greg... you're a woman?"
"Huh?" You already had reasons to suspect this might have been the case, but you were not willing to believe that it was true. Now having the strength to move, you sat up to take a good look at yourself. You saw that, indeed, you had grown breasts and had developed a smooth feminine frame to match. You instinctively covered your chest with one arm in case your draping shirt failed to protect your new modesty. Reluctantly, you placed your other hand on your crotch to be absolutely sure. You could not help but squeal in horror to find nothing down there. "How did this happen?" You tried as hard as you could to ignore your new feminine voice, though you were tempted to crack from that as well.
"Does this mean daddy is mommy now?" the youngest son John asked. You could tell that Stella almost giggled at that, but she restrained herself from seeing how uncomfortable you clearly were.
"I'll let you borrow my clothes. Come on. Everyone inside." Stella gestured everyone to the door, to which everyone including yourself complied. You were not willing to risk being outside for any longer in case you got another strange mosquito bite. You figured that you will need to see a doctor tomorrow, preferably under an alias. Until then, ___.
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