A girl’s medicine causes a strange… growth. And urges.
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Chapter 1: A Terrifying Discovery
I woke feeling the same as I had every morning for months, ecstatic. There is no other way to describe the way I feel when I wake up in the morning. I popped up off of my pillow, slapped off the alarm and was out of bed in a matter of seconds. I wanted nothing more than to get to school, go to class, see my friends, go to cheerleading practice, and just do everything an 18 year girl was supposed to do. I mean, I don’t like to brag or anything but I had the perfect life. I was popular (but with real, deeply held friendships) and had a cute boyfriend who liked me a lot.
Further, I was very pretty. I don’t mean to say this like I am awesome or anything, I just mean that about a year ago I, Mina Hayes, didn’t quite look the way I did that morning. No one would have thought at that time that I would be able to grow to my full size 5’2 95lbs with full, round 32-C breasts. No one would have thought I’d be able to grow my very long dirty blonde hair that or that my green, almond-shaped eyes would have a youthful glow. No one would imagine that my straight, white chompers with slightly rotated eye-teeth would be in a constant smile. Further no one would believe that I would fill out into a slim, long-legged young woman with a vaguely hour-glass shaped body and slim, but healthy tummy. No a year ago, I looked like I was on about to die.
Shortly before I turned 17 I had been diagnosed with a very rare and deadly form of ovarian cancer. At the time the doctors gave me no chance of survival. It was so rare that very little money was invested in curing it and no treatment had ever been proven to be more than minimally effective. I had stopped going to school, I had lost most of my weight and had remained looking like a little girl even while my friends blossomed. I thought I would die like that. Then, a year into my disease, when the doctors were saying I had mere weeks to live, a guardian angel came to me.
Her name was Dr. Marta Morales and she had lost a sister to the same disease when she was very young. She came to me when I was in the hospital and my mother was deciding whether or not to sign a document allowing the doctors to pull the plug on me if I were to slip into a coma. Dr. Marta, as she like me to call her, was an oncologist and she explained to me that she worked in my hospital and had learned about my disease. She said she had connections at the FDA and a small pharmaceutical company in Philadelphia that had accidentally stumbled onto a something that might work as a treatment for my disease. She explained that she might be able to get me into an experimental test for the drug. She didn’t know if it would work at all and further they had no idea if it would make me worse or have horrible side effects. But I was dying and my mother quickly signed the consent form. It was a shot in the dark.
There were two other girls in my trial, two twin sisters who were two years older than me who hadn’t yet reached the point where they were on death’s door. But we all started taking the drugs immediately. At first we noticed nothing, but then again I didn’t die. But it in a few weeks, I started to feel better. In two months I was out of the bed and then, 6 months after starting the medicine, I was discharged from the hospital. The cancer was in remission and there was no evidence of it in my body. I stayed on the medicine for a few more weeks and then, all of the sudden I was a teenage girl again. The other two girls in my trial bounced back as well. It was clearly a miracle drug. When I woke up that morning, I had been back at school for months, I was on the JV cheerleading squad and everything seemed perfect.
That brings me back to the morning in question. I had been wearing a tank-top and a pair of my brother’s boxer shorts to bed and I looked at myself in the mirror as I headed towards the bathroom to get a shower. My brother was in college and my mother went to work very early so when I got up in the morning I was always home alone. I looked good in the mirror and smiled to myself. I walked into the bathroom, rubbed the sleep from my eyes. I pulled down my boxers and sat down on the toilet and started to pee. Suddenly, my breasts were covered in hot liquid. I shook my head and looked down.
There, between my legs… was a small 3 and a half inch penis looking up at me from between my legs. It was pissing all over my breasts! I stopped peeing immediately and stood up. The penis fell limply between my legs but stayed attached to me! I was in a state of complete shock. What was this this and why was it stuck to me? I reached down to pull it off but I could feel my hand against it and it hurt when I tried to tug it off. I quickly threw on my boxers and rushed into my room. I could feel is slapping against my leg inside of my boxers.
I didn’t know why and I still don’t really know, but I called Dr. Marta. It wasn’t as though I knew then… Well you’ll find out. It’s just, I had to talk to someone and I really trusted Dr. Marta. She had saved my life. Plus this was obviously something medical and she would sit me down, calm me, and let me know that there was nothing to be worried about and that she could take care of it completely. I had her cellphone number so I knew I would get her. After a couple of rings, she picked up.
“Hey Mina. What’s up?” She said casually. We talked a lot and she wouldn’t be worried about me calling.
“I…” I started and I could hear the tears in my own voice. This was so confusing.
“What is it? Are you feeling sick again?” she asked, sensing immediately that something was very, very wrong.
“No it isn’t the cancer. It’s… something else. I can’t really explain. I don’t know,” I said and then I was balling.
“Honey, honey, honey,” the doctor said soothingly into the phone. She sounded relieved that it wasn’t the cancer but I could tell she was still very concerned.
“I woke up this morning and went into the bathroom to get a shower and I noticed something. I mean, how could I not notice? This is absolutely insane,” I said, trying to remain calm. But with each passing second I felt myself breathing heavier and I knew that I was going to start crying again. I was curled up in a ball on my bed, hating the feeling of that thing against the insides of my thighs.
“Listen,” Dr. Marta said, suddenly getting stern, “You have to tell me what is up. You know enough about doctors to know how this works. You tell me what is wrong and I make it better. I can’t do my job before you do yours.” That was enough for me, I got control of myself.
“Well I was on the toilet and I noticed,” I said and it got caught in my throat. How could I tell someone. But I picked Dr. Marta, sitting patiently in her office and I knew I could trust her, “I… grew a penis. I know that is impossible. I know you think am either totally gross or totally crazy but that is what happened.” I actually felt better having said it. There was silence on the other end. I started to get nervous, “Doctor…”
“I was hoping it wouldn’t happen with you,” She said, cutting me off. She sounded somber.
“What?”
“Listen honey,” she said in an apologetic way, “We started your cancer trial with five hundred girls across the country. It seems that, after taking the medicine for about a year about 95% of the girls have grown penises. We have absolutely no idea what is going on. It doesn’t seem to be possible. The gender doesn’t really change in the sense that hormones remain the same and the ovaries remain intact but the penis just sort grow out of the clitoris. Worse, when girls stopped taking the medicine the penis did not go away and some of them suffered relapses in their cancer.
“I don’t understand,” I said.
“Honey, I don’t understand either. Listen, I am going to speak with some of the people I know at the drug company right now. I want you to come by my office this afternoon and we will talk about it,” she said.
“I…” I started.
“I am at the security desk there now sweetheart. I have to go. I want you to know that I am really sorry about this and I am going to do everything in my power to fix this. I promise I am going to give it everything that I have,” she said and then the line went dead. There I was. Sitting on my bed. With a penis.
I felt sort of hazy. I wanted to call my mother and tell her I wasn’t feeling well. But I have never been a very good liar. She would know it was something else and she would badger me until I told her the truth and I couldn’t imagine that. I wasn’t really thinking straight, but I decided that the best course of action would be just to go to school and pretend like everything was normal.
I couldn’t imagine going into the shower and cleaning myself. All of myself. I had just showered the last afternoon after cheer practice so I decided I would just get dressed quickly and leave. I put on a white tank top, something tight where you could see my pink bra through it. That way it would keep people’s eyes on my chest and away from my… penis. I also found a knee length, pleated pink skirt so that there was no chance of anyone seeing anything that could be taken as a bulge. I looked at myself in the mirror and felt okay. But not really.