Feb. 14, 2047

I woke up from a deep sleep. The sheets were smooth and clean, I wasn’t in the state pen.

Sitting up my body felt strange.

Then I saw my hand, smooth skinned, tan, scarless. I screamed.

"You bastards cut off my cock and balls."

Suddenly I couldn’t stand up or even remain sitting.

"You’ve got a bio-electric induction tranquilizer on your head. So any time you get upset, we’ll just calm you down Ross."

Doctor Gravril Derzhaven, the prison’s lead doctor, was always firm, and always on the lookout for the right kind of DNA.

"Ross Adair O’Neill tell me about the Virgin and Skoptic plagues, in your own words."

I sighed , I knew I had to obey, "The Virgin and Skoptic plagues are the popular names for two prion induced neural disorders. Any woman infected by the Virgin plague gains a form of parthenomainia, the phobic fear of sexual penetration. It also induces a phobic terror of pregnancy. No woman infected with the Virgin plague can bring a child to term, she’ll either abort, suicide, or simply die of shock. Men with the Skoptic plague develop a deep revulsion toward their own genitals. They either emasculate themselves or suicide."

"Very good," said Dr. Derzhaven, "you listened in health class."

"How are you at history Ross?"

"Not good," I said, "kids with Lacertianism are treated as retarded. I didn’t just have lizard skin, I caught neuro-fibrosis as a baby and had facial deformities. Kids like me they don’t waste time on these days."

‘No wonder you were a delinquent," said the Doctor, "you were bored."

"And resentful," I said.

"When did you decide to reroute my plumbing?" I asked.

"Is that how you talk about sex reassignment in the cells?" asked the Doctor. "Once I saw that you could amuse yourself creatively, highly intelligent people don’t let themselves stay bored, I knew you were smarter than you let on... You thought you looked crazy, and to some you did, I wasn’t fooled. I took tissue samples and waited to trick you into signing release papers. No matter how smart you are, no matter how sly, we can and will get your signature on a release if we want it, better than you we’ve nabbed."

"How bad is it?" I asked.

"I didn’t turn you into a woman..."

"Thank God for small mercies." I said.

"You have a womb, a vagina, and ovaries." said the doctor. "Your clitoris is long as a pubescent boy’s cock, about four inches erect. Your skin is flawless, your bone deformities are corrected, and you have the face of an old time Hollywood star, specifically I made you a cross between Robert Wagner and Jeffrey Hunter, pretty, but clearly male. Would you like to see?"

"Thank-you." I said.

It was a male face I saw in the mirror, it was alien to me, but I could get used to looking like that. As the doctor had promised, I was handsome. For the first time I could remember, I had a human face. The bio-electric inducer was a silver band around my head like a science fiction story crown.

"Was my hair always black?" I asked.

"It will be from now on," said the doctor, "and you’ll pass on those type of genes. I also tuned your vocal cords to a pleasant, richly mellow top tenor."

"Couldn’t I have had a lower pitched voice?" I asked.

"You’ll be more marriageable with a tenor voice."

"Marriageable?"

"Yes Ross, " said the Doctor, "functional wombs are few. The USA used to have a population of about three hundred million, now we have only about fifty million. Some males are totally immune to the Skoptic plague and any child they sire will be immune to both the Skoptic and Virgin plagues. We can retool balls these days Ross. The children these men sire will be immune to all the new plagues. The plagues wars will be over and humanity will win."

"And I had to lose my cock why?"

"Someone has to get pregnant and give birth to all those babies. It’s a serious risk for a genetic female to have a child, no woman who has had more than three children has escaped the Virgin Plague. And if the small numbers of fertile women are to keep the species going they need to have twelve or more each. Putting wombs into men is the only option. " The Doctor smiled, "Now Ross, do you want ten babies or fifty? One or the other, it’s a forced choice."

"What! Why!...."

"I just told you why. You’ll either agree to marry whoever we offer you to, or you’ll be sent to a maternity camp two produce twenty-five sets of twins in the next thirty years. They’ll teach you a skill, it’ll be just like reform school, with more nutritious food but equally bland, until your late forties." Said the Doctor.

"Ross, " the Doctor looked me in the eye, "most guys I glean from the jail aren’t given a choice. But you’ve got brains, marry a rich man, go to university, have a life."

Doctor Derzhaven pulled down his pants, all he had between his legs was a scar. "My lovely and accomplished wife slit her throat with our first child in her womb. Six months later I had to cut off my genitals. Men like you are my only children."

The doctor pulled his pants back up. "Suck their cocks, lick their balls, have their babies. Once you’ve met your quota your life’s your own. Guys like you, with big clits instead of cocks, can actually have sex with real women, and if you find you enjoy men, your dance card will be full."

"I understand what you mean, but what’s a dance card?"

"A hundred and some years ago back in the 1940's and before they used to have formal dances. You asked a lady for a dance and she wrote your name down for a particular dance." The doctor looked me straight in the eye. "Do you want to try dancing, or more prison?"

"What do I have to do?"

"At first, what your told." said the Doctor, "later, you’ll be instructed in your role. You might be a wife, a mistress, a brood. They’ll have to make sure you have at least ten children, your womb must deliver. Hopefully they’ll let you know your children. Maybe you’ll get to be a parent for real and not just a brood mare."

The doctor gently stroked my hair.

"Now get up and look in this mirror." Instructed the doctor, "see your new body."

The doctor took the catheter out. I stood up. I was wobbly. I felt so different. I’d had dry scaly skin since I was little, even the skin on my dick was so tough I had trouble jerking off, now I felt like silk.

"Is this what a normal guy’s skin feels like?" I asked?

"Not really, your skill texture is more like that of a pubescent boy’s." said the doctor, "You also lack a beard or body hair. The blend of male and female traits are balanced between your psychological comfort and your prospective husband’s pleasure."

I faced the first full length mirror I’d ever seen outside of a TV show. I saw a man about five foot eight inches tall, with creamy pale skin and a thick shock of black hair. I was naked except for the bio-electric inducer. The man’s face, my face, was beautiful, I could get used to that. My shoulders were broad, my body my muscular and well defined. Then I looked at my crotch and nearly cried.

"Lay down on the bed Ross," said the doctor, "I have to make sure you’re responsive enough."

"Responsive to what?"

"Trust me," said the doctor, "this will be fun."

"It’s easier for women, and mod-herms like you..."

"Mod-herms? What’s that?" I asked.

"We don’t call you ‘cunt boys’ in polite society." said the doctor. "Males modified to reproduce as females, but not otherwise feminised, are called mod-herms in the medical community, and herms in general parlance. " Doctor Derzhavan them glared at me, "Now as I was saying, women and mod-herms get pregnant more easily if they come to orgasm easily. I pride myself on the fact that all my herms are multi-orgasmic."

The doctor got me back into bed and got a box from a cart.

"Heated ointment." said the doctor.

He put on gloves and reached into the now open box. He then applied the ointment to my crotch. It was warm and creamy, he massaged it in with a practiced hand. My clit was rock hard and I felt hot and wet between my legs.

"Oh doc I’m going to come if you keep doing that." I moaned.

"That’s the idea." said the doctor. "I’m going to massage you until you come five or more times. Your new orgasms will be much stronger and more complex than your old ones. I’ve seen to that."

The doctor caressed my left pec. He ran the tip of one finger around my left nip, in slow circles. Then he placed both hands on my equipment. One hand gently pumped my new clit, while he slipped his fingers deep into my hole. He laved more warm ointment on my crotch. Slow, firm strokes...I came hard. And the doctor kept going...

The feeling wasn’t just in my clit, it was all through my body. And it lasted!

I lost track of time.

"Twelve orgasms in ten minuets," said the doctor, "I’ve got you wired right."

"Damm Doc, it’s like I’ve never felt it before."

The doctor smiled, "That’s what I was working for. It will make it easier for you to accept male lovers, especially your husband to be."

I rose on one shoulder, "Is a husband picked for me already?"

"No," said the doctor, "you’re only seventeen. Even if we were going to send you to the maternity camps we don’t let get pregnant until your eighteen."

I sighed, relieved.

"You’ll go to a school that will get you up to speed on your education, GED, SAT, etc. They’ll also teach you social graces."

The doctor looked at me sternly. "Now you have to show me your serious."

"How?"

"A young man, a marine, is going to come in here and take your virginity. If you want to have a life, or a chance at one, you’re going to spread your legs wide and obey."

The doctor stood up. "Your test begins now."

The doctor walked to the door. "He won’t hurt you, or he’s going to be Court Marshaled, but he’ll use everything you’ve got. Co-operate and you’ve got a life."

Doctor Derzhaven went out the door, and a very tall, tanned, powerfully muscular man, with a blond crew cut and grey eyes, wearing a bathrobe, walked in. He must have been eight to ten inches taller than me, and seventy pounds of muscle heavier.

"I’m Kyle, they say you’re Ross." His voice was deep and a little raspy.

"Yes," I was scared. "I heard a little about the camps, I’ll do what you ask." I was near tears.

"Don’t worry kid, I like young tail in more ways than one. But I’ve got to put you through your paces." He grabbed my hand, "Don’t touch the bio-electric inducer, it makes you enjoy my smell, which will make sex easier, and more fun."

Kyle stoked my hair and spoke soothingly, "I had Skoptic plague, but unlike you, my DNA wasn’t malleable, like yours, so I had to take the new cock they’d give me."

"They can do that?"

"Yeah Ross, but it costs, brainwork to heal the damage is labor intensive. They can’t afford it for everybody. But my brain was much easier to repair than most. So my brain is fine but my cock and balls are cloned from other guys," Kyle smiled, "the sensations are all mine."

"Now Ross, let’s get started. Kneel before me."

I did as told.

"You’re so pretty, and kneeling naked before me," Kyle undid the sash of his robe, "Now for the unveiling!"

Kyle whipped off his robe and stood nude before me. He had a great bod but I noticed one thing only. "Your cock is black!"

"Yeah," said Kyle, "my balls are black, white, East Asian, Native American, Iranian, and Pacific Islander. I’ll never know what my kids will look like till their born."

"You’ve got six balls?!?"

"They’re small, but there are six." Kyle smiled. Kyle’s cock was semi-erect.

"Okay Ross, start by licking, kissing, and blowing my cock."

I’d read some porn mags that kids had smuggled into the pen years ago, so I had some idea of what to do. I’d hoped to receive rather than give, but at least I had some idea. I gently took hold of Kyle’s cock, it throbbed, it felt warm and silky in my hand. I cupped Kyle’s balls with my other hand, I gently checked to see if Kyle did have six balls, HE DID. Then I licked the head of Kyle’s cock. It tasted good!

I licked the inside of Kyle’s foreskin, damm he tasted good. I gently nibbled his foreskin and then I put my mouth around the head of his cock licking the head of Kyle’s cock in my mouth, damm he tasted good. I was getting excited, I felt hot between my legs. I licked and kissed all the way down Kyle’s cock to his fragrant balls.

"Kyle, I read about girls rimming guys, can I rim you?"

"Be my guest." said Kyle.

Kyle’s hole had a lovely musty flavor. I ran my tongue in long lazy circles around it. But I soon returned to Kyle’s silky black cock.

I tried to deep throat like the girls in the porn mags, but I gagged, hard.

"Don’t kill yourself Ross," Kyle got me to stand up, "you are talented."

I think I blushed.

"Now kiss me on the mouth and use your tongue Ross."

This was serious, but I did it! I felt excited and happy.

"I’m going to fuck you Ross," Kyle said looking into my eyes."Just cooperate."

I whispered a yes.

He picked me up in his arms like I was a child. I felt a rush of excitement, my cock, er clit, was rock hard.

He placed me on the bed. I spread my legs wide. "Fuck me Kyle, please fuck me."

Kyle’s coal black cock looked huge against Kyle’s tan skin. Kyle smiled and slipped the whole length, ten or twelve inches into me. My cock/clit was deep into Kyle’s silky pubic thatch.

We got into a rhythm. Each stroke of his powerful thighs drove his thick cock deep into me.

I felt his balls beat against my asshole. He was too tall for me to kiss, so a sucked on one of Kyle’s nipples.

Kyle began to sweat heavily. I loved the smell and the feeling of his wet silky skin.

I came throughout my whole body.

"I was a virgin Kyle, I never had a chance to do it before."

Kyle smiled and looked softly into my eyes. "It was their lost, you’ve got good instincts. You’ll be a great lover once you get some experience. Now, turnover, I’ve got to enter your ass doggy-style." Kyle smiled, but he was serious, "do it."

"From now on Ross, assholes, anuses, whatever you call it, are called ‘The Rose.’ And I’m going to stem your rose."

I looked at Kyle in the mirror. He covered his cock in the ointment that Doctor Derzhaven massaged my crotch with. I felt like I was a kid in a TV show waiting for Christmas. I felt Kyle’s cock against my ...rose. He stemmed me, he slowly, gently, powerfully, entered me. It felt like he loved me, I began to cry.

"Am I hurting you Ross?"

"I’m just so happy!"

We made love in any way Kyle could think of. I licked and kissed every inch of his body. After about four hours I was worn out.

Kyle gently took the bio-electric inducer off my sweat soaked head.

"After you take a bath and eat a light meal, I think you’ll sleep soundly."

"Why did I have to wear it today Kyle."

"It was training you Ross," I jumped went I heard Doctor Derzhaven’s voice. "It made sure you enjoyed making love to Kyle. We were training you to be gay, or at least bi."

"You need to be an enthusiastic lover for your husband," said Kyle "Or no marriage would last."

"Now, to prove that you can embrace a new life, and gain your freedom," said Doctor Derzhaven, "kiss Kyle’s cock and then kiss on the mouth, with tongue, and no Bio-electric inducer to make you a happy slut."

I looked at Kyle’s grey eyes and warmth smile. I gladly kissed and tongued Kyle’s cock, then I embraced Kyle and gave him a big, wet, sloppy, kiss.

"I’ll take a new life," I said, "and hopefully more time with Kyle?"

"Kyle’s one of your trainers Ross." said the Doctor running his finger through my hair, "he’s got to make sure you enjoy sex with men because it feels good.."

"Oh Doctor Derzhaven, he’s my favorite teacher, EVER!"

( To be Continued )