That's right, no more dick and balls for me, and none for Clayton either. Yesterday morning our mom had cheerfully marched us to a clinic and had them removed. It was cheaper and easier, she said, than replacing our worn out jeans.

I rolled back, which rocked the bed, which woke Clayton. He reached out and tried pulling me closer.

"Kinda pointless, don't you think?" I mumbled.

"We're not dead," he observed. "We're only numb from the procedure, and that only lasts a couple of weeks. In the meantime we can still kiss and snuggle and finger our butts."

"Small solace," I replied, then I slid my arm under his neck and met his trembling lips and tongue. We rolled around like that for quite a while.

"Still not as much fun," I gasped between breaths.

"Less messy," he remarked, then we stayed coupled as I rolled onto my back. We sweated and slid and slithered in our newly smooth skin. Despite our utter lack of stuff down below, we somehow passed the time.

Eventually we heard the crackle of a frying pan and bacon. "You wanna get up?" I asked softly.

"Might as well. Here goes nothin'," he replied.

"So true," I grimaced, and then we both stood up and checked each other out.

* * * * *

Of course nothing had changed. Clayton was still nutless, dickless, and hairless from nose to toes. He looked like any other null but certainly not like himself. How could he possibly be so smooth and flat and empty?

I grabbed my own crotch and felt nothing. The perfectly smooth and perfectly flat layer of pseudo-skin was still intact, still oozing sealants and healants and suture fibers and anesthetics where my proud male stuff used to be. I pulled my hand away and stared desperately. Nothing. Again and again but still nothing. Blinking didn't help either. My stuff was well and truly gone. I switched my attention to the room.

"Where are our clothes?" I asked no one in particular.

"Mom turned 'em in for recycling. She told us last night. Did you forget?"

"I must have been out of it," I surmised.

"Anyway, everything was worn out. Remember those jeans you complained about?"

"Yeah, but I wanted new jeans, not a whack job and no jeans. How are we gonna go around naked all the time?"

"Just as we are," Clayton stated. "Just like any other null. Nothing to hide."

"Nothin' to flaunt either.

"You flaunt your nothing," Clayton retorted, and then I chased him into the bathroom.

* * * * *

"You think we need to pee?" Clayton asked near the toilet.

"Beats hell. Probably. We usually do in the morning. It seems like it oughta be more obvious, though. This is screwed, man! How's a guy to know?"

"Well, everything's rearranged and it's still numbed up. Do you feel like before your safety valve blew yesterday?"

Oh, that has been a mess!

"Sorta, but like you said, everything feels different. It's not like shitting piss either, it's, oh crumb, its..." then Clayton ducked into the shower.

"You should turn on the water before you pee," I scolded him. "Now I have to go and the shower is full of your piss."

"Use the toilet," Clayton suggested. "Or just wait a minute. Or don't."

"I hate sitting down to pee. It's weird. The piss comes out the wrong place. It seems fem. There's no aim. C'mon, man, rinse the floor! Oh hell, I gotta go!" and with that I stepped into the funky shower and pressed my relief spot.

Simultaneously, Clayton started the icy-cold water.

"Asshole!" I shouted.

"OK, OK," he replied as piss spewed out from the impossible spot between my legs. At least the piss was warm. "You want the plug or the dildo?"

* * * * *

Mom was working naked in the kitchen with a barbell in one hand and a cast iron skillet in the other. She used the barbell for pumping iron and the skillet for flippin' flapjacks.

She'd been null so long I couldn't remember her any other way. Ditto for the giant frame and massive muscles that came from her upsizing treatments. Her breasts were near zero but her pecs were world class.

"You ex-boys are lookin' fine this morning. Must be feelin' better, too. I heard you havin' fun upstairs. Bein' null ain't so bad, huh?" she greeted us.

"Yes, Mom," we replied dutifully in unison but I still missed my stuff. My whole body felt strange. I was tense. I couldn't relax my butt. One moment I felt like covering my package, the next like covering my lack of it. I checked myself again and couldn't believe my eyes. I kept hoping to wake up, or for some kind of magical reappearance.

Sitting at the table was no help. My butt kept sticking on the wooden chair. I feared for splinters.

Clayton leaned casually against the countertop. Secretly I hoped he'd get butter or maple syrup or blueberry jam on his butt and not notice. Mom carried on about what a nice job they'd done on us. Let her. A call came in and I tapped the phone chip behind my ear.

"Hey, what?" I answered automatically. Mom flipped me a rolled-up jack and I caught it against my chest, never suspecting it'd be full of syrup. The sticky goo rolled across my abs and down my left leg.

"Clint! Is that you?" gushed a girlish voice on the phone. "It's Tammy! You know, from History class! My sister and I saw you guys at the clinic yesterday! We got nulled too! Isn't that wild? We looked for you afterwards! Where'd you go?"

"We went drinking to see what it's like. Uh, look, Tammy, it's nice that you called but my brother and I, we, uh, mostly hang around with guys, y'know?"

"Oh, wow, my sister and I, we like, so totally understand that! We used to hang around with girls all the time! But now we're ex-girls and you're ex-guys and we're all nulls! Nulls with nulls! There's so much to talk about! Names! Makeovers! Coping with catheters! We could all pee together! How cool is that?"

"Some other time, maybe," I suggested before things got weird.

"We're going to the mall this afternoon for new haircuts and piercings!" Tammy continued. "'Cause, you know, who wants to be plain naked the same every day? Whadya think?"

"You wanna meet two ex-girls and get haircuts and piercings this afternoon?" I asked Clayton. I was sure he'd refuse and then I could hang up. The syrup was down to my knee.

"Yeah, sure. Nulls with nulls might be interesting. Why not? Wait, that's not Fannie, is it?" Clayton reached for a sponge and so did Mom.

"No, someone named Tammy."

"Fannie is my sister!" squealed Tammy.

"Tammy is Fannie's sister," explained Clayton. "Fannie's in my Science class. We talked at the beer joint yesterday."

His sponge hit me in the face and Mom's in the elbow. "How come I don't remember that, and why doesn't Tammy remember finding us?"

"She wasn't there, only Fannie. You were passed out. Hang on," Clayton urged, and then he began punching numbers into the tat-pad on his wrist.

"So whadya think?" said Tammy's voice in my inner ear.

"They can meet us at the food court at twelve thirty," Clayton announced.

"They have beer?"

"You can get that at home," Mom interjected, after which I raised an eyebrow and she tossed me a couple.

"Yes, the food court, not Tammy and Fannie. I mean, they'll drink it but not bring it. C'mon, get out, meet other nulls..."

"Sure, why not, nothin' to lose," I commiserated.

"I'm not commin' to get you if you puke and pass out again," Mom warned. "In fact, you better hose yourself down right now."

"In a minute," I gasped between gulps, then she dumped me out the chair.

* * * * *

It was a cool day for February: seventy-seven degrees Fahrenheit, twenty-five Celsius. For the first few seconds I mostly worried about the screen door leaving marks on my butt, then about not dripping or tripping on the steps, but after that I seriously freaked. I was fully buck naked and outdoors! What if the neighbors saw me? If *I* was freaked at being nutless, dickless, and hairless, how would the neighbors take it? My supposedly new kind of normal felt anything butt.

"Waylon, is that you?" came a well-know voice, then a moment later someone landed on my back and pulled me over. It was Mrs. Gayle, our next door neighbor, and surely the tiniest woman I knew.

"I'm not sure we should be rolling around in the grass like this," I cautioned. "Plus, I've got syrup all over me. Now I suppose half of it is on you. Probably some beer as well. You made me spill."

There was no reason to panic, I told myself. Just the day before, after our nullifications, Waylon and I had spent the rest of the day naked. Nulls never wore clothes, and that's what we were. But that'd been yesterday and I'd been plastered. I chugged what was left of the second bottle.

"What a fascinating predicament! But first, let's take a good look at you, all smooth and sleek and syrupy and stuff. I'm sure we can find a hose somewhere!"

"Uh, yeah, I suppose we could, but really, Mrs. Gayle, um, are you trying to seduce me?"

"Don't be ridiculous. We're both null! How can we possibly have sex? We're just, um, hugging and slithering and rolling around like nothing. Now you stay right there and I'll spin around."

"Pfuh! Oof! Uh, Mrs. Gayle, how much feeling do you have, uh, there? 'Cause I'm still numb and I keep wondering..."

"Dude, what the fuck?" remarked Waylon, who for some reason had found his way outside. Maybe because of the way he was standing, or maybe because of my ground-level angle, he and his missing dick and balls looked even stranger than before.

"Dude, we're not dudes, and we're not fuckers either. Remember?" I shouted back.

"Clayton, pay attention!" urged Mrs. Gayle, whose null spot was right in my face. "What's the matter? You don't like maple syrup? Then why..."

"What do I do?" I moaned.

"What about me?" asked Waylon.

"Lick and suck!" grunted Mrs. Gayle, who was slowing down noticeably as the maple syrup dried. With no other clues I began sucking her null spot the way I used to suck Waylon's cock. It was more like sucking the back of somebody's knee.

"Where?" Waylon wanted to know.

"Get in line or try the Wilsons," moaned Mrs. Gayle.

"Yeah, let's do that," called Mom from the doorway, after which she and Waylon headed in that direction.

"Faster!" insisted Mrs. Gayle. "Faster!"

* * * * *

"So, I guess nulls do get a lot of feeling back," I told Waylon on the bus to the mall.

"Yeah, if it's done properly," explained Dayton Wilson, who'd apparently hit it off with Waylon.

"How's that?" I asked.

"They regenerate the nerve endings from your package and scatter them around your null spot."

"So, like, when you touch your null spot, does it feel like your old stuff is still there?" I wondered.

"No, it's all kind of fuzzy and spread out. You don't feel specific parts. It's still pretty good, though. You guys signed up for that, right?"

"What?"

"You checked the option? I think they call it neural reassignment. It's supposed to be an options on the nullification form, along with hair, skin color, tits, upsizing, downsizing, and so forth. You guys remember that form, right?"

"Our Mom signed us up," Waylon admitted.

"Didn't she ask you what you wanted?" Dayton asked in amazement.

"No, I suppose she took all the defaults," I presumed.

"Or not," Waylon pondered.

"Hang on, I gotta make a phone call," I stated nervously.

* * * * *

The results weren't terrible. Yes, Mom had signed us up for neural reassignment. In addition, she'd opted for more muscles, less fat, a decent overall tan, orgasmic nipples, and nose to toes depilitation.

"They were suppose to double check all that stuff when you got to the clinic," Mom claimed in her favor.

"Well, they didn't double check it with us," I retorted.

"Huh," she replied. "Anyway, you and Waylon and all your friends can still have your fun, and now you can have it anywhere, because it's just null stuff and not sex. See how I care for you?"

"OK, fine, see you later," I blurted, then we disconnect ted.

"You ever hear of orgasmic nipples?" I asked Waylon.

"Rub 'em just right and you hit the clouds," Dayton explained.

"Does that mean we're gonna have tits like a girl?"

"No, I don't think so, or at least not usually, or not as much," Dayton replied vaguely.

* * * * *

The instant we hit the food court Tammy and Fannie appeared out of nowhere. Previously I'd barely known them. They'd simply been girls in the background: strange, distant, and fully clothed. Now they were fully null and naked, fully flat and featureless down below, just like Waylon and Dayton. Just like me. I hardly recognized them. The whole idea of ex-girls was scary. I tried thinking of them as fellow nulls but they still looked so strange...

Tammy, the one my age, was wearing a bra designed solely to satisfy the legal requirement. Her breasts looked like huge blobs growing out of her chest and her nipples were way oversize. Her legs, hips, and arms seemed too long, and the rest of her too scrawny. Then again, she had two beers and handed both to me.

"Ooh, just look at you! What do you think?" she bubbled with a slow spin.

"Amazing," I replied between gulps, then she reached around, grabbed my back, pulled me closer, and kissed me on the neck.

"Uh, look, I'm really not that way," I told her.

"Don't worry! We have no sex organs! They can't possibly arrest us for doing anything sexual. Isn't that cool? Hold my butt, wouldja? Can you reach?"

"I mean, I'm not into girls."

"Who's a girl, girlfriend? We're both nulls, two of a kind. Messin' with girls, messin' with guys, those'll get you arrested. But null on null, everything's OK. I always thought you were hot. C'mon!"

Dayton, it seemed, had taken an interest in Fannie, who was younger, taller, and flatter than her sister. Her chest was null enough not to need a bra. Waylon was talking with a group of nulls he used to hang out with when they were all guys. Tammy's butt was amazingly firm and smooth. I touched my cold bottle to her spine and the whole thing tightened and flinched.

"Fingers or fillers?" Tammy asked after several minues. "Just around the corner there's a shop that sells one-shot butt plugs and dildos. We can buy 'em now without being carded."

"Fingers are fine," I told my new experimental nullfriend.

"C'mon, let's go to the girl's room and wash up," she later suggested.

* * * * *

Walking into the women's room naked seemed kind of bizarre at first but I got over it. Other than the lack of urinals, it was pretty much the same as any men's room. And urinals, of course, had become useless to me.

Half the stall walls were missing and so were all the doors. Tammy took half of an empty double and I took the other.

"Was standing to pee really a big thing for you?" she asked while draining herself.

"It was convenient," I admitted. "Less fussing with clothes. The male-identity thing."

"Don't tell me about fussing with clothes! Skirt up, slip up, pantyhose down, panties down, do it, and then reassemble everything without screwin' up the pantyhose or whatever. What a pain! As for you, sittin' down naked's gotta be easier than workin' through two layers of pants, even with secret passages, don't you think?"

"Yeah. maybe, but I never wanted to be null. I guess you did, and you read up on it, or you talked to some friends who did it and liked it, or whatever. But for me, it's a fucked-up thing my Mom did because I'd worn out all my jeans and she didn't want to buy new ones. Can you believe that? She made me go null to save the price of a few pairs of jeans! I can't possibly be happy and glib about it like you are. Are you pooping?"

"Well, yeah, duh, it's the girl's room. Where else? Go ahead if you have to. We could wipe each other."

"Are you nuts? Are you like this all the time?"

"No, not all the time, at least not until now. But sometimes with, you know, certain girlfriends. I sleep with my sister like you sleep with Clayton. That's, right isn't it? That's what I heard. Don't you ever wash or wipe each other?"

"Uh, wash..."

"Oh good grief!" Tammy exclaimed, then she stood up, faced away, and touched her toes.

* * * * *

Strolling naked out of the women's room was even stranger than going in. Entering the food court was stranger still. There were hundreds of people milling about and surely every one of them knew I'd just wiped some girl's ass. Well, OK, some ex-girl's. Some null's.

After buying a few more beers we found a table near the group Clayton was with. I sat down with one hand on my thigh. Facing out, Tammy lowered herself onto my thumb and then took a chug. With my other hand I massaged her neck and shoulder.

"Are you always this anal?" she asked quietly but without looking back.

"How do you mean that?"

"You know," she teased.

"It varies. You?"

"This much or more. It's hard to find partners."

"Is that why you went null?"

"Yeah, me and my sister. We traded the worrisome, complicated, messy parts we didn't like for more freedom with the parts we do. Periods! Ugh!"

After we'd talked and rocked and rolled for a while Tammy got up and joined Fannie, Dayton, Clayton, and Clayton's null friends. I wiped my thumb and just watched the passing crowd.

Some grade school cheerleaders passed by wearing their uniforms. The mall cops arrested a null who'd stolen a dress, put it on, and tried to seduce a shoe salesman. A straight couple got ejected for public displays of affection. Some null acrobats put on a show. A couple of guys wearing gaffs and girl's cycling shorts walked around holding hands. A null working on a scaffolding dropped some paint chips and the woman they landed on went ballistic.

I realized after a while that I could tell the new nulls from those who'd been at it for a while. The new ones looked like shaved guys or girls minus their gonads. The longer-term ones didn't look so much like one sex or the other. Very few, for example, were as skinny or short as a new ex-girl. Very few had strictly girl's or boy's hips; most were some where in between. Very few still had to wear bras, but very few were as flat-chested as a man. Hair, tattoos, jewelry, and other piercings were a mixture of styles from both sexes, but there were some totally new styles as well. The established nulls seemed more at ease with themselves.

"So whadya wanna do all afternoon? Stare into space?" Fannie asked over my musings.

"I don't have any plans," I replied. "Why? You wanna take me in the girl's room or something?"

Fannie stepped between my legs and began massaging my shoulders. Her breasts were much smaller than Tammy's but puffier than a man's. I touched one, then poked it, then squeezed it gently. Like Tammy's butt, it was amazingly smooth and firm.

"That's a tempting offer but Tammy wants a new haircut and I'm getting my nipples pierced. Later we might get enemas. You wanna come along? Keep that up, by the way."

"You think I need a haircut? Most nulls seems to wear it longer, at least those I've seen today." Her nipple had shrunk and hardened but she seemed OK with that.

"Tammy's getting' a flattop and that'll be shorter than yours but I think nipples are more interesting. How about you?"

"Yeah, OK," I remarked while pulling her closer. With my free hand I tried grabbing a butt cheek. When she didn't complain, I kissed her free nipple and that seemed OK as well. She wasn't a girl, I told myself. We were both nulls.

A minute passed then Fannie pulled away and I stood up. My mind was racing but of course there was no embarrassing erection to hide. I'd found someone else who liked enemas!

We did visit the girl's room but only to jettison used beer. Two middle-aged women dressed in very expensive clothes saw us and did their haughty bit. I touched my toes and Fannie played along instantly.

* * * * *

The piercing shop wasn't crowded and Fannie had no trouble finding a pair of barbells she liked. I was going to get the same kind but the piercer talked me out of it.

"You got any breast or chest changes goin' on?" he'd asked.

"Orgasmic nipples," I'd sheepishly admitted.

"Hmmm, nothin' yet," he stated after giving me a once-over. "Did you start that recently?"

"I just got nulled yesterday."

"Yeah, that fits. Well look, uh, Clayton, your breasts and your nipples are going to be welling up a bit because of that orgasmic thing you selected. If I gave you the right size barbells for now, you'd grow out of 'em before it was safe to take 'em out. And I can't guess what size you'll need when everything settles down. Each person reacts differently. How about your belly button, or your nose, or just some earrings?"

"What the matter with earrings?" I asked.

"Nothin', they're just everywhere."

"I thought only girls got their belly buttons pierced."

"Girls and nulls," he and Fannie explained in unison.

"OK, earrings and belly button," I decided and Fannie picked them out. When it came time to pay I tapped my ID finger on the scanner and paid for both of us.

* * * * *

Tammy's flattop was weird and sexy at the same time. People kept brushing their fingers across it but she didn't seem to mind. Instead she kept moaning about her breasts and how long the reabsorption would take.

Waylon and Dayton showed up with new hairstyles and makeup. They looked strange but better than I would've expected. Maybe it was the beer. Maybe nulls were starting to look normal. Maybe one led to the other.

All five of us got rubdowns, enemas, and sponge baths from a place called Tantalizing Touch. Having only a glass wall between us and the mall was weird, but not dressing on our way out was even weirder. Why am I naked, I wondered anew. Where's my package? Why am I showing everybody how foolish I am, as if dicks didn't come attached and I'd forgotten mine somewhere? It took about ten minutes to start feeling normal again. Yeah, normal, as if...

For dinner we stopped at a pizza joint with no regular tables. You know the kind: just a bunch of wooden chairs and tiny end tables scattered about. For some reason it was fun flashing each other, even with nothing to flash. Maybe it was the beer again.

Tammy and Fannie claimed to have plenty of sleeping space and invited us to stay the night. Mom said it was OK and rubbed in how cool it was not to need school clothes the next day.

There *was* a lot of sleeping space, and we had fun all evening rolling around and changing partners and showering or hosing each other as necessary. When I finally fell asleep, though, it was Clayton in my arms, the two of us nestled in a pile of worn out jeans.