Gender Virus: Islamic studies

Stopping for a moment to adjust her hijab and touch up her makeup, Yasmin admired her handiwork in the mirror. She smiled, thinking about how long it would have taken her just a few months ago. She had struggled at first, dealing with her new position in life, but looking at herself now she knew that she was becoming the woman she was always meant to be.

She reflected back at the events that happened to bring her here. Just a few months ago, she was Aaron, an American Islamic studies major on a student exchange to Cairo University, in Egypt. He was placed with a host family who, although very traditional, was quite kind to him. They encouraged him to build a closer relationship with Islam, including him in their prayer sessions and trips to the mosque. Just as he was settling into this new routine, however, he began dealing with a nagging fever that never seemed to go away. Going to the campus health office, he noticed a number of other students in the waiting room with the same issues. A few days later, the entire campus was quarantined. The Egyptian health ministry had identified an unknown virus spreading through the student population, one that was resisting all treatments so far. The first stage showed itself as a light fever, but unexplainably, as the fever broke the second stage of the virus would kick in, rapidly changing the patient’s body to that of the opposite gender, down to their DNA. The unfortunate victim would be indistinguishable from a biological woman in a matter of days, and any attempts to reverse the change with a subsequent reinfection was proving impossible.

Aaron knew what awaited him as he woke up in the quarantine room, fever finally broken. He barely had time to finish his breakfast before he collapsed back onto his bed in a cold sweat, barely able to move. Over the next few days, his body was flooded with hormones, changing him from the inside out. His arms and legs slimmed down, losing hair as they took on a distinctly feminine look, a hint at what was to come to the rest of his body. Fat redistributed itself around his body, pulling his waist in as his hips flared out. He arched his back reflexively as his butt filled out with soft fat, pushing it out as a new reproductive system formed in the place of his old one. Now undeniably female, the changes rapidly continued. His face was next, cheekbones reforming and lips plumping out to reveal striking, womanly features.

As he woke up on the last day of his changes, he gasped as he looked in the mirror, not recognizing the woman he saw before him. His body had one last surprise left though, and as he felt the tenderness in his chest, he knew what was coming next. Unfamiliar sensations ran through his body as breasts pushed out his hospital gown, filling with fat as he supported their new weight in his hands. Looking up at his new reflection, he was greeted with a gorgeous Arab woman looking back at him, mimicking his every movement.

Once he was deemed no longer contagious, he was allowed to return to his host family’s house. Although under medical supervision, he was relieved to have a sense of normalcy back in his life. His host family accepted him back with open arms, helping him pick up the pieces of the life he left behind. After a long discussion with his hosts, he decided to take on the role of a woman in the Islamic faith in order to not rock the boat too much, wearing a hijab and adopting a new name to go by in public. He chose Yasmin, a name he had always thought sounded pretty.

He felt conflicted wearing a hijab out in public for the first time, but he soon found comfort in the modesty that it afforded him. With his hair and body covered, he felt comfortable interacting with the world knowing he was being seen for his personality, not his body. He felt butterflies in his stomach every time he went out, but the longer he did, the more he realized he was falling in love with his new self. He found himself thinking of himself not as Aaron, but as Yasmin, The gorgeous Egyptian woman that the world now knew him as.

When her medical supervision was finally lifted, Yasmin was finally given the opportunity to return back to her home country. It was a date she had been anticipating for months, but when she finally heard the news, it didn’t feel anything like she had imagined. Her old life felt so much less real than her new one now did, and a pit formed in her stomach as she imagined leaving now. She went back to her host family to discuss her options when they surprised her with a proposition: She could stay in Egypt, and they would adopt her as their daughter. Yasmin happily accepted, overjoyed at the thought of keeping the life she had made for herself.

Three months later, Yasmin was getting ready for a meeting her new parents had arranged with a potential match. She had given her consent to them to arrange a marriage between her and Ahmad, a man she had been meeting with for the past few weeks. She began to get flustered imagining Ahmad’s broad shoulders and strong muscles, feeling a stirring between her legs as she imagined him on their wedding night, throwing her onto the marriage bed and exploring her body. Her body ached for the moment she would finally become married, a loyal Muslim wife. She had been holding back her desires for long enough, but now she wanted to take the final step as a woman.

Tracing her manicured fingernails around her lips, she anticipated the night she'd finally be able to kneel down in front of Ahmad and take him into her mouth, using all the knowledge she'd gained from years as a man to please her new husband in all the right places. That wouldn't be enough, though. She had been feeling a growing urge to use the equipment that her new body was gifted with. With another round of butterflies in her stomach, she knew the night wouldn't be satisfied until Ahmad came deep inside her, filling her new womb with what it so desperately desired. Only then would she be his, completely.