Curiosity Killed the Cats

"Alright, champ, I hope you'll stay out of trouble!" Max's dad called out as he walked out of the front door. "We'll call you when we get there!"

"There's a pantry and a freezer full of food for you, honey!" His mom called out as she called upstairs. "Bye!"

"Bye!" Max called from the top level of the stairs. The door closed shut and his parents were gone.

    Finally, Max had the house to himself for a full weekend! His parents were gone for a vacation to themselves since his dad had gotten hurt on a recent mission. His dad worked in the CIA, so he took advantages of those benefits that the government gave him.
    Max went over to his phone and called some of his friends, asking them if they wanted to come over to his house.

"Yea, I have the house to myself! We can be as loud as we want and... Well, pretty much no other rule!" He explained.

"Cool! We'll be right over!" His friend exclaimed over the phone in excitement.
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    His friends didn't live far from where he lived nor were they a bad influence on Max; they were just really self-loathed and nerdy, but got quite a lot of respect from children at school. Max was setting out chips and drinks on his coffee table when a knock sounded on the door. He finished dumping a bag of chips into a bowl and jogged to the door, greeted by 2 of his closer friends, Alan and Francis.

"Hey hey, what do you say?" Francis held out his arms in a Fonzie type style, almost asking for a hug.

"Hey guys!" Max greeted back. Both friends entered his domain and he shut the door behind.

"So, what's there to do?" Alan asked, looking around his house questioningly.

"Good question..." Max muttered, "Maybe a paper airplane contest?" He shrugged.

It was a lame idea, but the boys were up to it. "Alright, I can dig it." Francis nodded.

"So can I!" Alan agreed. They all went to get paper to make their weapons of war.

    Max made a simple paper airplane that would be sure to do the job. Alan decided to go a little more fancier and make a shorter, 'high-tech' airplane and Francis made a circle. Both of them laughed at Francis' creation.

"What is that?" Alan chuckled.

"A monster; this thing will destroy your stupid little planes!" He feigned an evil laugh.

"Whatever floats your root beer, bro."

They took their stances on an imaginary line on top of the stairs and aimed down the hallway. Max counted down, "3... 2... 1... Throw!"

    Alan's plane fell like a lead balloon as soon as he threw it and made a face of disappointment. Max's plane flew some inches down the hall, but hit the wall and crashed near his bathroom. Francis' place was making quite the record. Both boys were surprised that his circle plane was actually flying, it looks kind of freaky the way it flew. The plane flew into Max's dad's room.

"I'll get it!" Francis took a step forward, but was stopped by Max's hand.

"Are you crazy? If my dad find anything misplaced in that room, he'll kill me!" He explained, "At least let me go first so I can take the blunt of the force."

    Max walked forward and his posse followed behind. He creaked open the door a little bit more to reveal to their eyes a top shaped and well kept office of his dad. He had pictures of the wall with him and several presidents as well as a couple of plaques he'd received during his time at the CIA. On the desk and on top of a briefcase, was Francis' airplane. They walked behind the desk and Max sat down in his dad's cool leather chair.

"Whoa..." He felt around the chair on the desk, he'd never been in his dad's room before. Curiosity got the best of him and he looked in all of the drawers, but there was only paperwork and pens.

    Francis went to grab his plane, when the briefcase suddenly popped open. Max stared him down with a hard scowl, but soon turned his attention to the open briefcase. Inside was a stainless steel cylinder and a couple of high-tech devices that seemed to have kept the thing secure in some sort of way, maybe even for some other reason unknown. His friends huddled behind him to take a look at the alien briefcase that was on his dad's desk.

"What is that?" Alan asked in a trance like tone.

"I don't know..." Max grabbed the cylinder and held it in his hands.

    It was quite peculiar why his dad was harboring an unmarked cylinder with no sort of opening whatsoever. He fiddled with it for a while, tossing it carelessly from side to side and rolling it around, trying to find some sort of opening. But, with no avail, there wasn't anything on it. He felt kind of disgruntled considering he couldn't find an opening; what was inside this thing that had to be held in a suitcase? Defeated, he set the metal canister on the desk. Then, small gears whirred inside the cylinder and it unfolded before him and his friends. The outer layer dissolved inside the canister and revealed to them a white skeleton with red trimming and a white vial in the middle that was no bigger than a pinky finger. Max reached out to touch it, but a sudden burst of white powdery smoke covered him. He slid the chair back and into the wall, coughing and waving his hand around to clear up the cloud of spray. His friends freaked out and ran out of the room and out of his house.
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    Max continued to cough. He got up from his chair and stumbled as the constant abuse on his lungs made his eyes tear. He managed to find the bathroom where he would wash up and get some water to stop the aggravating coughs. He turned the water on and cupped some water and threw it onto his face. As soon as the cold water hit, his face started to burn. He screamed in pain, placing his hands on the hurting skin, and felt around for a towel. Knocking over a couple of bottles and other things, he found a towel and started to dab his face. The pain was starting to go away, but the 'after shocks' of the burns lingered around.

"Oh man!" He gasped, "That was horrible! What was that?" He went back to the mirror to see if there was any sort of damage on his face. There wasn't any damage, but there was a significant change to his face. It wasn't even his face anymore, he looked like a girl with a man's body, in all honesty. "What the...?"

    He started to cough once more and remembered that he didn't drink anything to clear his throat. With the water still running, he dipped his head underneath the stream of water and was about to take a sip, but thought back to the burning sensation that he'd endured. He was hesitant to drinking the water, but took the risk and went in for a sip. Max didn't realize how thirsty he must have been because he was drinking more than a cow! After his drink, he wiped off the excess water and sighed with satisfaction. However, something wasn't right. His mouth and his throat was better, naturally, but when he had sighed, it sounded higher. His voice didn't seem normal.

"Ahh..." He opened his mouth only to hear the sound of what sounded like a girl's voice. He squeaked in surprise at the sound of his voice. He spoke once more to double check. "Is this what I- Ahh!" Max screamed in more of a shock as the truth escaped from his mouth.

    The attention was drawn from his voice to his hair, which felt like a million bugs running through his scalp. Looking up, he could see that his hair was quickly growing at such a fast rate, it was surreal to him that it was even happening! He placed his hands on his head and felt the hair grow smoothly between his fingers; it was quite disturbing to him. Growing to length, and matching his new feminine face, he saw that his entire body frame was diminishing before his very eyes. He was shrinking down and losing all traces of masculinity and brought him down to a fragile creature that had no name.

    Max's clothes were quite loose on him. He wanted to take them off, but at the same time, he didn't want to gross himself out nor did he want to see his naked body change before him. So, he kept his clothes on the best he could, trying them as tight as he could to compensate from lost body mass. With the tight shirt hugging his waist, the shirt pulled off into a more looser flap as his stomach reshaped itself into a nice curvature. His pants had fit a little better when his hips and butt grew to proportions to match the new figurine he'd just received. Behind the tight denim, Max could see the shape of his legs take on a new form that only a girl would have. He fell out of his socks as the many shrinking changes took place.

    He knew it wasn't over if he was turning into a girl. He knew there was the important matter that had declared him male when he was born. Knowing his fate, Max looked down at his groin, feeling the piece of flesh change and dissipate away into nothingness. There was a sense of butterflies inside him as something new formed within. He had a feeling as to what it was, but he didn't want to acknowledge it completely.

    Technically a girl, Max thought that transition was over, but there was something else that he had failed to pay attention to. He felt a pressure inside his chest build and the pressure was only growing. It was so bad, in fact, that he had to take deeper breaths in fear of hyperventilating and maybe even suffocating. He felt that his chest was pulling itself together, but it was only expanding. He could see that the changes were showing from behind his shirt. Eventually, the pressure faded away into nothing but heartburn and Max was officially female.
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"Max, we're home!" Her dad called from downstairs. She looked out the door with a such a face that could only describe horror. She ran out of the door and onto the stairwell, overlooking her parents but not being noticed, "We forgot out passports!"

"Oh no... Oh no, oh no, oh no!" She whispered in and held her head in fear. Footsteps started from the bottom of the stairs and got louder as they came up, "Max?" Her mother called. She quickly ran and hid inside her bedroom, closing the door.

"Max, sweetie, are you here?" Her mom called from behind the door and knocked before opening it. She swiftly flung her blankets over herself to hide the new appearance from her mom. Just when things thought they were going her way, she forgot to cover her legs.

"Max...?" Her mom sounded almost worried, but still questioning as she found the unfamiliar leg. She uncovered her 'son', "M-Max... Is that you?" What could she do? The jig was up.

"Yes, mom, it's me..." She answered in a deflated tone.

    Timing couldn't have been more right, her dad found his briefcase breached and the contents broken.

"MAX?!" He shouted in anger. Normally, her dad would only scold her, but this was CIA grade stuff, he could get into serious trouble, "What did I tell you about..." He saw the girl that was once Max on the bed. "Well, the evidence is all there." He had a tone that only 'Max' knew that he was disappointed.

"I'm sorry, dad, but my friends--" "Your friends?" He cut her off, "So, they're the reason as to why you're my daughter now?" She hung her head in shame. "Well, since they're at fault, I don't want them in this house anymore, do you understand?" She nodded.

"What will we call her, now?" Her mom asked, still quite shocked at 'Max's' gender swap.

"I don't know, Michelle would do, I suppose. Something still with an 'M'." Her dad declared. "So, Michelle, how did this happen?"

    Michelle explained everything that had happened that lead up to the event of her change. Her dad was still angry, but thought that her change was enough of a punishment while her mom was scared that she had to take on a daughter under her wing.
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    Monday came around and Michelle had gotten a week's worth of women's clothing to fit the new appearance of her change. She went to school, almost embarrassed, and sat in the cafeteria until school started. She was listening to her music when 2 more girls came up to her, she didn't know them.

"Max?" One of them spoke. It was odd as to how they knew her old name.

"I'm... I'm not Max, anymore." She was hesitant to say that because they may have gotten the wrong impression that she was transgendered.

"We know, we're Alan and Francis..." The other girl spoke.

    Michelle was horrified; she didn't know that the substance that exploded on her had gotten on them. Now, here they were, girls like her. They explained they started to feel weird when they went to sleep that afternoon. At midnight, they changed into girls like a werewolf in the moonlight, only, they didn't change back when the sun came up. Instead of being known as Alan and Francis, it was now Alexis and Faye.

    All 3 girls had never really thought about being girls, in all honesty. They thought such a thing couldn't happen, but here they are, their lives changes within an hour of being exposed to whatever Michelle's dad had in her briefcase.

    After that school day, Michelle went to ask her dad what exactly was in the briefcase. The concoction he was working would change the object into the opposite thing, some side experiment that the CIA was working on. Apparently, he was to figure out some sort of algorithm that would change the object back into the original state. Unfortunately, he had the solution figured out, but never implemented it into the substance. All 3 of the girls were permanently females now.