Viral Second Puberty - Part Two

Holding the paper up to the white fluorescent light the doctor inspects the results, exhaling a little as he turns to me.

"It looks like you have an Early On-Set Milf Variant" the young doctor mutters, double-checking his work with a sharp hiss. "I'm...sorry..." he continues, taking a set away out of the fear of catching such a life-altering variant.

My stomach would sink with it weren't churning and threatening to upturn its contents, my blood would run cold with it weren't for the chills and fever already wracking my body. I'd seen people affected by this in the news, articles being written about the poor few who rapidly found themselves losing anywhere from twenty to thirty years of their lives.

Viral Second Puberty - Part One

Slumped over the doctor's office I fidget in my seat. With each of my wheezing breaths I feel the cloying moisture rise up from my mask, my feverish flushed face only growing more uncomfortably warm the longer I'm left waiting for the doctor to come to check on me.

The moment I had come into the waiting room, rugged up and sweating profusely beneath the heavy layers, I had quickly been ushered into a private room. The receptionists had kept their distance, quickly outfitting themselves with plastic face shields and rubber gloves as they lead me to a quiet and isolated wing of the practice.

It had started only a day or two ago, a bit of the sniffles combined with a slight headache. I had been having trouble sleeping beforehand, leading me to chalk it all up to my immune system being thrown for a loop by the wildly varying amounts of rest. However, by the next day my whole body ached as sweat poured from my searing hot forehead. I'd called a doctor immediately, describing my symptoms as best as I could. Thankfully, and worryingly, I had been given an emergency appointment for the next day as I was warned to drink plenty of water and stay away from others.