Passing off clear signs like my hair growing longer or my height noticeably lowering over time as my imagination or the food they were giving me. I was furious that they were trying to tell me I was a girl or going to become a girl. But I’m not sure why but at the time I just wouldn’t accept it. They had assured me that it wasn’t dangerous or harmful to me and that there was also nothing they could do about it. Presumably other kids were further on in the illness because another announcement came one day telling me that the virus I had was swapping my gender. There was a fuzzy feeling in my stomach and despite me cutting it every morning my hair grew rapidly out of my head and I would wake up again with long flowing hair. It was after about a week when I started feeling different. The pool is massive and you get it all to yourself, which is great. When you got there they locked you in alone, there would be a towel and pair of swim shorts to change into. One of the guards would take you down and it was as you walked you passed other boys and girls moving about with guards. All the kids in the hotel were kept separate which meant that when it was your turn in the pool it was only you. By far the best part of my day was the half an hour slot I was allowed in the swimming pool. Mostly I wore my own tracksuits and clothes but they also put new clothes for me in my dresser. I soon adapted to life in lockdown, my room had a tv an Xbox and lots of room to do other things. I was surprised at the time because I felt fine, and also I didn’t even know what the virus was. I had been identified as a potential carrier of the new virus sweeping across the nation and that I was in a lockdown facility for the safety of others. Soon after arriving my tv watching was interrupted by a recording of a lady speaking to me about what was happening. Little did I know I would be spending a lot of time in it. I unpacked and sat on the bed watching tv, I remember thinking that it was a nice room, which was good at least. I mean my room was on floor 4 so there’s gotta be at least three floors of people below me. At first I wasn’t sure what I was doing there, all I knew was there was panic all over the country and that I certainly wasn’t the only one in this situation. Hardly difficult when you only have a backpack full of items. They tossed me into this room and told me to make myself at home. All I had was my bag of clothes and essentials and the memories of my family before I was separated from them. It all started as I was being dragged down the hallways of a hotel by two armed guards dressed in full combat uniform so I couldn’t see there faces. This isn’t a ‘dear diary’ kind of thing but they told me that writing down my thoughts might help me adjust.
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