A virus made every female a superhuman over time. All women become taller, much stronger, muscular, beatutiful, sexy, durable, drug and alcohol resistant, greatly improved intelligence, memory, learning speed, memory. They become very dominant, gaining insatiable lust and sex drive. Sometimes, the urges are taken on males, regardless of their consent. The story follows Jake (male, 18, footballer) living during the women's changes.

Chapter 4: At home

After stepping into the familiar confines of my home, I dropped my backpack onto the floor with a heavy thud. The scent of Mom's homemade lasagna floated delicately through the air, tickling my nostrils. But the aroma of a comforting meal could not quell the bitter taste of defeat in my mouth. Jessica, my ever-ebullient younger sister, trailed in closely behind me. Barely acknowledging my somber mood, she beamed with a devilish grin and taunted, "What's the matter, big bro?

Did it suck losing again? Maybe you should take some pointers from me since I'm the superior athlete now."

I turned my head, meeting her gaze, my eyes heavy with annoyance and frustration. She'd been going on like this for weeks, always eager to remind me of a power shift in her favor, her bravado echoing the experiences and transformation women everywhere had undergone.

"Whatever, Jess," I grumbled, making my way toward the kitchen, hoping to escape her taunts. She followed me closely, undeterred by my attempt at avoiding her.

"You know, it's pathetic how hard you're taking the loss. It's like you can't accept the fact that I've surpassed you." Her bright green eyes sparkled with mischief, teasing me mercilessly. It was clear she relished every moment of her newfound competitive edge over me.

I responded curtly, "It's just a stupid game. Besides, I wasn't even at my best today." The weight of my defeated performance in the field lingered heavily on my shoulders, but she didn't need to know that.

And this virus. The Feminine Transcendence Experience. FTX. Not a soul predicted the radical transformation it would unleash among the fairer sex in all aspects. Kathy, my devoted mother with her sun-kissed blonde hair and infectious laughter, now stood taller and stronger, outmatched only by her fierce determination.

Dad, a once jovial man with an oafish charm, appeared more subdued, seemingly aware of the striking paradigm shift in their relationship.

The balance of power within our family, along with so many others, tilted heavily in their favor.

The world around me, the aftermath of FTX, became an irrefutable reality. My sister, Jessica, danced on the precipice of her newfound power and influence with unchained excitement. Jessica's transformation spanned far beyond the physical attributes that left me grappling for dominance on the field. The transformation had taken over her mind as well, and it was relentlessly bent on reveling in her glory at every opportunity.

Jessica had grown past her adolescent teasing phase and evolved into someone who reveled in her enhanced abilities—and the fact that she now had the upper hand over me in pretty much everything.

“Oh, come on, Jake. Lighten up,” she urged, her grin widening as she skipped ahead of me and twirled around to face me. Her chestnut hair, once short and untamed, now cascaded down her shoulders in soft curls.

She poked my chest playfully.

"Remember, I'm the future star quarterback, and you... well, you're just the has-been. Deal with it, big bro." Jessica's laughter rang through the hallway, a stark contrast to the heavy thoughts swirling in my mind.

As I entered the cozy kitchen, I could see Mother, her vibrant blue eyes beaming with pride as she sliced a homemade lasagna laid out on the countertop. It's a rare occurrence, as ever since she became the house breadwinner, dad's been the one who made most meals. The divine scent filled the air, seeking solace even amidst the turmoil of my thoughts.

I could not forget the seismic shift my world had taken, with the virus, FTX, ushering a new era. Women everywhere, including the ones I hold dear, acquired enhanced physical abilities and heightened intellect almost overnight; and in firms with prominent female executives, a revolution had begun. Men, on the other hand, faced a disconcerting identity crisis. Our long-entrenched privileges that we scarcely acknowledged were swiftly fading.

As the dinner came to a close, I went back to my room. On my way there, Jessica stopped me. I knew what she wanted, and I knew I was playing into her hands, but I had to shut her up for on ce. She challenged me to a game of chess. We were both competitive and had been playing each other since we were kids, but I never lost - until recently. As the game went on, I started losing. With every check, her face glowed with victory, and it disgusted me. It wasn't just the game, but the fact that she had changed and become so confident. I struggled to come to terms with my own inadequacies.

As I looked at my sister's face, I saw something different in her eyes. It was a fierceness that wasn't there before.

Jessica's gaze held a new depth, one that demanded respect and submission. As much as I wanted to resist it, my eyes were drawn back to hers, as if hypnotized by her captivating presence.

"Checkmate, Jake," she announced with a low, sultry voice – a voice that echoed her evolved femininity, bouncing off the walls of our childhood home. Jessica's transformation was increasing her power over me, her voice alone igniting sensations I had never experienced before.

My cheeks burned with frustration, but also uncharted desire.

Jessica smiled, basking in the sweet taste of triumph. She leaned back in her chair, her athletic tone emerging even more prominently through her sleeveless shirt.

I cleared my throat, gathering myself to avoid her enchanting spell. "Alright, I concede. You win." My words felt heavy with more nuances than what I intended. Even I couldn't ignore the hidden meaning in them— tone of defeat, insecurity, and perhaps a hint of longing in the face of a tantalizing, feminine adversary.

Jessica's gaze lingered on mine, eyes glinting with a devilish satisfaction. "Come on, big bro," she teased, "Don't be a sore loser."

I scoffed, pushing away from the table, "You're triumphant, Jess. Congratulations. I'm going to bed."

"Stopping now? How about a different competition? Arm wrestling maybe? There is no way you can't beat your younger little sister." She stood in front of the mirror, flexing her biceps with pride, emphasizing the sharp contrast in her athletic prowess and confidence in comparison to my own. I knew what she was doing, but what was left of my masculinity had to rise up to the challenge. Every since FTX she was stronger than me, and ever since then she has been working out.

I rolled my eyes and groaned, "Fine. Let's get this over with. But if I win, we're going back to a level playing field, and you'll respect me in areas that don't involve sports or winning." I held out my hand for the arm wrestling match, my heart pounding with uncertainty, as I never anticipated engaging in such activities with my own sister.

We locked our arms together with a satisfying thud, firm stares meeting.

"Ready?" she asked, smirking. "I won't go easy on you, you know. Since I've been dominating you, I might as well kick you when you're down."

I glared back at her but didn't reply.

With a sudden, forceful twist, I pressed down on her wrist, but to no avail. No matter how hard I tried, her arm didn't budge.

"Have we started? I can barely feel your attempt." her voice dripping with amusement.

"Fuck you," I hissed, gripping her hand tighter and straining to move her.

Our positions remained locked, her breasts steady, her eyes glittering with excitement. She yawn, feigning nonchalance. The pleasure she derived from our struggle was heady and addictive, and it wouldn't be long before I tired out. I knew I was no match for her, but my male ego held out for appearance's sake.

Jessica's low laugh reverberated between us, only driving the point further.

"Come on, big bro! Stop pretending and give it your all. Or is that all you got?." She flexed her slightly larger bicep, giving me a view of the obviously superior muscle. Humiliation crept over me like a bad rash, but it paled compared to the growing desire coursing through my veins.

Then she started to push. Our arms began a slow, yet unstoppable march to my inevitable defeat.

Gritting my teeth, I stubbornly held on for a moment longer until she overpowered me.

With a relieved exhalation, I submitted, slumping in defeat. Jessica's chuckle filled the space around me, the warmth of her body only inches away. My cheek grazed hers, and her smile stretched wider, meeting my own tired gaze.

"Wow, Jake. I didn't think you'd last that long!" Jessica teased, her exuberant voice echoing in the room. She took on a feigned shocked tone, pressing a hand to her chest in a dramatic fashion.

"Seriously, big brother, have you been neglecting your gym time?" Jessica's jabs didn't just sting physically; they left cuts on my pride too. A tangible reminder of the hierarchy that had changed forever between us.

I rubbed my jaw, grimacing as I relished the lingering warmth from her own skin. The feelings the encounter dredged up surprised me, confusing me: an odd mixture of protectiveness, jealousy, and admiration for her all rolled into one.

Before I could grapple with these emotions, she tapped the tip of my nose with her index finger, startling me out of my reverie.

“Lighten up, Jake,” Jessica said, looking at me with her eyebrows raised. “You can’t bottle up your feelings forever. It might do you some good to let loose sometimes.”

Was this really my little sister offering me relationship advice? The world we now lived in had warped time and space itself, creating this odd reality where the typical roles were reversed. I found myself struggling to keep up, feeling more lost by the day.

I couldn't shake off the emotions roiling inside of me, nor could I understand how to process them. I wanted to be angry and dismissive, but I was just... confused.

"Jake, do you ever think about anything else other than football, muscle, and glory?" Jessica's soft voice, now deeper and more mature, seemed to reverberate through my very core. She spun around, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. When had she become this stunningly beautiful? I was at a loss.

Never before had I felt this perplexed, this… exposed. Granted, I hadn’t exactly been close with my sister prior to her transformation, but now it felt like a chasm had opened up between us, swallowing any semblance of our former sibling bond.

Jessica no longer saw me as her older brother, her protector. Now, she regarded me with an amused condescension, one that irked me to no end. Perhaps I resented her newfound strength and her unwavering confidence.

It seemed unfair, almost cruel, for her to possess these gifts while I was, for the most part, relegated to my previous state of being a relatively ordinary teenager grappling to come to terms with the new reality order.

Yet as I observed her, my mind continuously wandered and fixated on the one thing I couldn't understand or comprehend — the irrefutable desire that meandered through my very veins every time I was near her.