"Let's go to the bathroom," she proposed after a while.

"OK, you can be first. It's just down the hall. You don't need to get dressed," I replied lazily.

"No, let's shower together," she suggested. "Do you pee?"

"Well, sure, but I have to sit down now," I confessed.

"No, I mean in the shower, you know, standing up."

"Wouldn't that be kind of messy? We could get some on each other."

"So what?" she teased. "It washes off in a second and then it goes down the drain. C'mon!"

* * * * *

Fallon was the third girl I'd showered with in four days but not, of course, that I minded. Showering with Brenda, Izzy, and now Fallon, although not arousing, had certainly been interesting.

But how was that possible? Of course I remembered how each incident had come about why had each one come about? Did girls have some sort of secret desire to shower with guys, but they repressed it for guys who had dicks and balls, which used to be everybody? No, there had to be more to it. The same thing wasn't happening to Cliff, Aarron, Lance, or Mark.

Fallon began pissing just a few seconds after we stepped into the shower spray. For a moment it dribbled down her leg, then she pulled her pussy lips apart, and then to my amazement she pissed a stream! Some of it even went on my legs! Then, when she was almost done, it dribbled down her leg again. Despite my fears it wasn't messy. The shower water rinsed us off immediately and then everything flushed away.

You'd think that standing and pissing would've been easy for me but it wasn't. Doing it in the shower just seemed wrong. Despite the mess I'm sure I could've done it in front of a toilet, or on a bush or tree, or any number of other places. The shower, however, seemed off-limits. Eventually, though, I succeeded and sure enough, it went everywhere. Fortunately, Fallon didn't seem to mind. In fact, she seemed interested.

"You need to practice," Fallon instructed me.

"Huh? I've been doing it all my life," I responded.

"Well, like, for a girl to make a nice stream, she has to hold herself open and push really hard from the beginning. If it comes out too slow, that's when it dribbles. Maybe you should try that, or keep experimenting until it works, or just let it go everywhere and then rinse it off. Wouldn't you rather pee standing up? I thought most guys did. That's why I started doing it, to see why guys liked it."

"Uh, OK, maybe you're right," I allowed dubiously. "But for now, we'd better finish before the hot water runs out."

Fallon was a great scrubber. When she slid the soapy washcloth across my body it felt like she was giving me a first-rate spa massage. I tried to reciprocate and probably didn't do too but she climaxed anyway.

Drying each other was, if anything, better than washing. There was no water to get in my eyes, and overall I just had a better view of Fallon. Of course she had a better view of me as well, but she didn't dwell overly long on the place where my dick and balls used to be. Instead she grabbed me there with one hand and pulled me closer with the other. We kissed and that led to another orgasm. I was beginning to feel jealous.

"Do you shower with guys often?" I asked.

"No, this was the first time," she admitted, and then she pulled her hand away and pushed her thigh between my legs. Of course, than put mine between hers as well. Slowly she began to rock.

"How about with girls?"

"Never."

"Then why this morning?"

"I dunno, you're just a cool guy, and I get that buzz from you, and I liked sleeping together, and I thought I might like this, too. Give me your hand."

Ten minutes later the bathroom was still steamy, and not because of the shower. In fact, I felt like showering again.

"Do we have to get dressed now?" Fallon asked playfully.

"Uh, no. My mom's on this kick that going naked speeds body acceptance. And my dad's separated too, so you don't need to worry."

* * * * *

Mom took it in stride when we showed up in the kitchen naked. She just gave Fallon a quick once-over and then a wistful smile. The fact that that we'd spent the night together, sleeping naked in my room, didn't faze her at all. In fact, she seemed happy with it.

Fallon smelled aroused again but Mom didn't seem to notice. Instead she just said, "It seems you've become quite a popular guy."

"Uh, yeah," I replied, and then I thought about Fallon. "Uh, girls have been coming on to me lately. You know that, right?" I told her tentatively.

"Oh, sure," she replied. "I mean, people talk about you. I know you were with them."

"People talk? What do they say about me? Why do they like about me so much? Is it because my stuff fell off, or because I've been wearing kilts, or what?"

"I don't know," Fallon admitted while dribbling some cereal milk on her tit. "I just get a buzz around you. That's what they say. Girls just get a buzz around you."

* * * * *

Looking through and handling my clothes gave Fallon another orgasm. Then she insisted I wear my new leather motorcycle kilt, a burgundy tank top that was really too small, and my black and silver low-heels.

Fallon went home in the clothes she'd worn the day before. "I need to change and pick up my books," she explained. "I have track workouts until five but we could meet after that."

"OK, sure, five o'clock, I'll call you," I agreed, and then she was off.

* * * * *

"Can I have my package back now?" I asked Mom after Fallon had left.

"Of course, Troy," Mom replied cautiously. That usually meant something was up.

"It's been three or four days now. It's probably ready to reattach," I noted

"Actually, Troy, your boy parts were ready to reattach yesterday, but you were busy all afternoon and then you got that girl to stay overnight. So your dad and I, we, uh, figured it had to be fed, and we didn't want anything to happen to it, so�"

"Mom! How could you?"

"Relax, Troy. I didn't put them on. Your father did, but only to keep everything healthy. Nothing bad came of it."

"Wait a minute! You two were making a lot of noise last night. Did you and Dad�?"

"We're your parents, Troy. We're married. It's natural. It's all right."

"Yeah but� I'm not sure I can even say this� my dick and balls� they fucked you last night?" I couldn't believe it!

"No, Troy, your father did. It's all right. He only attached your parts because they needed flesh blood. He was just covering for you; that's all."

"How do they look?" I wondered desperately.

"Healthy and content," Mom assured me.

Curiously, Fallon's hot and ready smell hadn't left the room when she did. It was still hanging in the air, though possibly a bit different. How was that possible? It couldn't be coming from my mom, could it? That was unthinkable!

"Where are they?"

"They're in your Package Pen, and that's on our dresser. Be sure to take your own and not your father's."

Desperately I rushed upstairs, entered my parent's room, and checked out my stuff. Did it look different now, or was I imagining things? In shock, I realized I hadn't looked at it for several days! But did it look different? It was hard to say.

Impulsively I grabbed my Package Pen, took it into my room, set it on my dresser, and checked out my stuff again. At least it looked healthy. As to looking unchanged, who knew what their detached parts were supposed to look like anyway? I hadn't seen them for half a week. I only knew they'd remain severed and useless for another three or four days.

* * * * *

I always hated going to school on a Monday morning but that day I had one more reason. It was at school, exactly a week before, where my dick and balls had fallen off for the first time. Who knew what might fall off this Monday? They said nothing else ever had, to anybody, but I was still nervous.

When it was time to leave for school I carefully sat down, took a good long dickless pee, and oozed out every drop. Maybe, I thought, I could go all day without using the boy's room.

When I got to school my friends were hanging around as usual.

"Troy, how was your weekend?" Aaron greeted me.

"Not bad. I spent Friday night with Brenda, Saturday night with Izzy, and last night with Fallon," I told them, and then Aaron, Cliff, Lance, and Mark just stared.

"What, you had dates with them?" Cliff asked.

"No, slept with 'em, naked, overnight. We had sex."

"That's bullshit," Cliff protested. "You're dickless like the rest of us. How could you have sex with a girl?"

"Well, OK, they had sex, but I gave it to them."

"How?"

"By mouth, mostly."

"So you kissed 'em. Big deal."

"No, I sucked on their pussies and licked 'em until they came. Brenda taught me how to do it," I replied offhandedly

"Why would any girl date a guy with no dick, let alone go to bed with him?" Mark demanded.

"We're safe," I ventured.

"So how do you find these girls?" Aaron wanted to know.

"I dunno, man; they find me."

"They go for kilts," added Lance, but I didn't think that was the whole story. Not that I'd fight it, but something else was going on. Lance wore kilts but he wasn't that popular.

Then I noticed Lance looking at something behind me. When I turned around I discovered four girls standing behind me, all flush. Two moved in closer, as if to smooch, and the other two linked up with Lance and Aaron, who were standing next to me. Cliff and Mark were further away, alone, and upset. Then the warning bell rang and we had to split for class.

* * * * *

In first period I took a place in the first row, right front of the podium and between two other guys. I didn't want any weird stuff with girls to happen. Then Brenda's friend Jeanette took the seat directly behind me and almost immediately I smelled her heating up.

The teacher was Mrs. Carter. The class bell rang and she took the podium as usual. Then, to my shock and horror, she immediately went flush. The smell of her arousal was overwhelming and she began to squirm.

Panicking, I remembered to check my kilt. Of course it had ridden up when I sat down, but I wasn't showing anything. In fact, even if I had something it wouldn't have shown. My hem was tucked safely between my thighs.

Mrs. Carter started her lecture but she was clearly distracted. She began sweating and then her legs started to tremble. A few minutes later she excused herself and left the room, after which Jeanette and several other girls crowded around my chair. The scent was so overpowering that I grew flush as well.

"What's goin' on, man?" asked the guy to my right.

"Can't you smell?" I asked him as several of the girls started touching me.

"Well, yeah, but nothing right now. Are you sayin' I stink?"

"No, nothing like that," I told him, and then Mr. Watkins came into take over the class. First he told the girls to sit down, and then he moved them to the back corners of the room. After that I tried to pay attention but mostly I felt thirty set of eyes glaring at me.

* * * * *

When the period ended Mrs. Carter was standing outside the door, glaring at me. Then, before I could stand up, she passed me a note by way of Mr. Watkins. It was a summons to the principal's office.

On my way it seemed that every girl within ten of fifteen feet stopped what she was doing and stared at me. The guys were a little different. First they stared at the girls, and only then at me.

The principal's secretary was Miss Evans, and I could smell she was surprised and aroused from the moment I entered the room. After informing the principal I'd arrived she told me she had to leave and use the women's room.

The principal was Mrs. Hardy and she immediately got hot as well. She seemed more inclined to stick it out, though, and then suddenly I smelled something else. Not only did she smell aroused, she smelled angry! I checked my kilt and it wasn't that.

"Troy, are you aware that you've been causing disturbances on school grounds, and especially in class?" she began.

"Uh, yeah, but I don't know why. I'm not doing anything," I told her truthfully.

"Don't deny it young man, you're certainly doing something," she continued, and then I smelled embarrassment.

"Nothing deliberate," I defended myself.

"Well something is, is, oh, I'm sorry, just a minute, no, this isn't possible, I, uh, oh, I just�" and then she writhed in her seat and went into heavy breathing for a good minute or so.

"Pardon me, I just, uh, I need to use the ladies' room," she eventually told me, and then she closed the door and stayed away for at least ten minutes. I looked around her office, found a magazine, and started reading. It was all boring principal stuff, though.

When Mrs. Hardy returned she opened the door an inch or so, took a sniff, and then closed it. The secretary did the same thing, and then the nurse. I knew who they were without looking. They each had their own smell.

"Troy, we think you need to see a doctor. Is your doctor a man or a woman?" The principal asked breathlessly through a crack in the door.

"It's a woman, Doctor Madeleine Phillips," I replied. Mrs. Hardy was getting aroused again.

"You should probably see the school doctor, then," she told me with some difficulty. "We'll call your parents and if they approve, we'll call you a taxi. In the meantime, will you please open the window in there?"

* * * * *

Twenty minutes later the principal called my cell phone to tell me my mom had approved visiting the school doctor, and that a cab was on its way to pick me up. Then she told me to walk outside before the next period let out and wait alone outside the front door. As I walked the building seemed deserted. I didn't see a soul.. I could clearly smell, though, that all three women had recently passed by, and in what direction they'd headed. The taxi driver was a hairy guy whose only odor was from needing a shower.

When I got to the doctor's office there were several women in the waiting room and they all reacted instantly, just like Mrs. Carter, Miss Evans, and Mrs. Hardy. I could smell that they felt threatened and manipulated but what else could I do? As far as I knew, I wasn't doing anything. Pretty soon, though, all the women in the waiting room and the office had either cleared out or were writhing where they sat. Then the doctor came out, ushered me into an examination room, and opened the window.

He was dressed in tight white stretch shorts, a blue waist-length dress shirt, a hip-length lab coat, and white patent sandals with a cushioned sole. Needless to say, he was smooth and flat all over.

"Now Troy, I understand women have begun reacting to you lately. Is that true?"

"Yes, it seems so" I replied.

"And when did this begin?"

"I guess it's been getting stronger and stronger since my dick fell off. At first I thought girls had just started liking but this morning it was ridiculous," I explained. As with the cabbie, I couldn't smell his feelings.

"Well, Troy, as I'm sure you know, none of us understands how genitals could fall off as they have, or how the skin on both sides could instantly heal, or how genitals could survive in a detached state, or how they reattach. All those things seem physically impossible, and yet here we are. I take it you're flat under that kilt. Is that right?"

"Uh, yeah," I admitted and then, at the doctor's request, I lifted my hem.

"Hmm, yes," the doctor remarked and then he continued, "According to reports, a small percentage of severed men, Troy, and I'm calling you a man here, develop an unusual trait that arouses women. I'm talking about a fraction of one percent. Like everything else, we don't know why it happens or how it works. Some people think it's a pheromone but there's no hard evidence either way. We do know that the effect is more intense in small spaces than, say, outdoors."

"So, what can I do? It's nice for girls to like me but I don't want women going nuts everywhere I go."

"There may not be anything you can do," he replied. "Some people think that having genitals connected as much as possible might help, and it's true that the effect seems to stop when you're connected. But no one has enough packages to wear one all the time.

"Small spaces seem to intensify the effect, so being outdoors or in a large room probably decreases it.

"Taking showers once an hour doesn't help, nor does wearing or not wearing restrictive clothing. What you wear might slow it down or speed it up a little, but the end effect will be the same. But all this is new and rare and we really don't know. Tell me, has your sense of smell changed?"

"Um, yeah, starting this morning I can smell how girls are feeling. You know, like happy, sad, angry, curious, bored, that sort of thing."

"Hmph. I've heard of changes in the sense of smell but that doesn't ring a bell. It must be handy, though."

"Not when girls or women get off just being around me," I explained. "At that point, who cares about who I am or what I think of them? They just cum for no reason. What can I do?"

"Do you affect anyone else in your household?"

"No, my mom always seems normal," I stated despite her crazy talk show ideas.

"Well, then stay at home or at least don't go out much. I'm going to recommend an all-male academy for you. It's kind of expensive but I think the school district will pay for it. They obviously can't have you disturbing people and interrupting classes all the time. My advice is to take the rest of the day off and wait for further instructions."

"OK, thanks, doc," I muttered.

"Good luck with that," he stated sincerely.

* * * * *

Man, I felt like a freak. No dick, no balls, and too sexy to be allowed in school. I created another ruckus as I left the office, then another on the bus, and then another walking home when I passed a lady unloading groceries.

At about four o'clock I got a call from Ian McKinney Academy stating that I'd been accepted, and that starting the next day a bus would pick me up from the house.

Aaron and Cliff stopped by a little later to find out what happened. At first they thought it was cool, but then they started to understand the down side.

About five fifteen Fallon called to complain I'd broken our date, and I had to explain that the doctor had told me to stay home. Then, half an hour later, I heard her motorcycle pull up and there she was.

Fallon insisted on coming in, and almost immediately I could smell her arousal. She couldn't stop herself. We did a bunch of useless rolling around during which she climaxed twice, just from being around me. Then she called Phaedra and Holly and they latched onto Aaron and Cliff. It only worked if we were all in the same room, though.

After three or four goes Fallon wanted to invite more people but I put a stop to it and sent everybody home. No dick, no balls, and too sexy to be around girls. How depressing was that?

Mom, in the meantime, had started smelling concerned. More troubling, she'd also started smelling aroused.

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