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 Eugene {h-H Herm Maim Grow NS.}

   They took me to a nursery.  What I could make out of the walls looked
like a house, not a hospital.  Taped, and floated drywall, 4 toy print
walpaper, or vinyl?, I sat up, but the nurse cut out the light, and closed
the door.  Infants, baby breath/s and stale urine, faint poo odor held back
by plastic, Febreeze*, and disinfectant.  Lysol* {Used without permission,
nor notification.} Reach up to the feel the spike, and swirl the field in
my palm, good hands too.  Looks like a screw, drywall bugle, phillips, not
sure how deep it goes.  Gave me a bottle, formula, good nose, and chemical
taste sense, oh yeah and a keeper of a memory.

   I trigger.  I do, but it's been a long damned time since you people came
up with an atrocity that could traumatize me.  I've been circumcized, but
they cut it out.  Tried to fight them, but the pain.  Something to torture
someone with, later.  It'll heal, but I'm not going to be rubbing it in any
time soon, and I'm gonna have to pee at some point.  Not sure how that's
going to work out, but on a liquid diet.  So;

   Decided I looked more female than male, 50-50 shot, and they guessed
wrong.  Wouldn't listen to me, not that I was asked, but gave me a local
shot.  I suppressed it, but felt ever nerve sever, and just let hir scream.
It was clinical, 3 hands held me, calm and procedural agony.  I don't
generally like pain, but this was the opposite of an orgasm, and humbling.
It taught me, once again that we didn't invent evil, and I mostly exist to
experience it.

   "Huh!" I got up, had enough fingers to grip the side, and the cribs are
close enough together to kick my feet over.  Can't grip my toes, but the
blanket pushes in, and my heels slip a couple times, but I'm able to climb
down.  A little, I can hang, don't have the upper body strength to pull up,
at all, but I'm low enough to drop to my toes, and hands.  Heavy headded.

   "Uh!" Throw myself Up, and catch myself on the sides of the crib.  The
sheet helps, and I can start to work on balance.  Damn, I'm top heavy, so I
drop back down to all 4s, but don't put my knees down.  Carpet, it's harder
to keep my head up, so I tuck my elbows back for better balance, and
scramble.  "Op!" Stop myself, both hands up, pushing, and try not to
faceplant onto the floor.  Fucking momentum.  Or, "Phuginmoempm." Scoff.

   Still got baby mouth, but I remember a flat of short cans, in peripheral
vision, and turn back.  Like half a case of ensure, no Enfamil, sitting on
another case without the plastic torn off the half-box.  Like no nails, and
while the hands are good, they're soft, brand new, tens of hours old. 
"Huh!" Sat up, looked around, a flat screwdriver would be nice, but not
even toys on the floor.  I can pick one up, and "Uh!" I think the rim is
curved enough to hook under the tab to lever it up.  Between my feet on the
floor, it's almost a snap, but it suchs in, and the top pushes up slightly.

   I can feel that, and remarkable newborn coordination, but I have to
heal, and grow.  "Cherezth." Bopped the open can on the one I dropped to
the side, try to get most of it in my mouth.  Have to suppress the suckle
reflex to fill up my mouth, and swallow.  "Gnh'kah!" Breathe too, wish I
had a straw or something, maybe some surgical tubing around, I can't cut.
In some drawer I have to find, open, and pull up to look in, without the
upper body strength to lift my weight.

   Had to roll the can up the side of the trashcan, and took a couple
stamps to feel the pedal, but got it open, and threw it out.  Didn't spill
too much, but it's all over my chin, and neck.  Still really chimp-legged,
I can't remotely stand upright, even without the diaper, so I better do
something before I have to fill it.  Climbing?  No, I would thing, but
while I can get a thumb-toe around the small rolled tube, like a tin,
that's not a child-safe double edge on the bottom, but like a tension
member between the legs.  Wheels, locked, and on carpet, but still not
helping.

   "Gwavithy," fuckit!

   Shook a crib until the baby cried so a nurse would come and put me in a
crib.  A different one, don't guess it really matters.  Get lots of sleep,
but I already feel the nerve endings, growing out through the healing
flesh. They castrated the wrong infant, but I can Heal this time around.  I
brought that talent.  Thanks for the nightmares, they're different.

   Didn't store the cans there long, weren't supposed to leave them there
in the first place, but they didn't find the one behind the trash.  Or take
it out, so I had to tip the damned thing, and not drop it, but it's fairly
light beige plastic, and I can grip the rebated rim on the top.  So they
can stack, or I can set it down.  "Ope!" Dropped the butt, so I have to
scoot on the diaper to stand it back up.  Conveniently about an infant
height.

   They don't track feeding, so I can cry, and breast bop the nurse for
more, but they use the powder.  May have the cans for special needs, or
older kids, but the oldest one in here is like a week.  So, this is
temporary, but the mistake I made earlier was trying to get back in the
same crib.  Sturdier in the corner, more stable, and nobody down that far.
So, I don't have to listen to them all breathe, and there's a stack of
diapers I can grip the plastic on.

   Fucking top-heavy, the toughest part was getting enough high weight
forward to face-plant, but nice mattress, and blanket, and "Up!" spit up a
little, but pillow.  "Yeah," felt just right.  ~Goldielox, "Huh, hh;"

   Couple days later, I got picked up.  That's was fast, well "Wbh
phhhhhth." I clapped, good hands.  For days old, I must say, the best hands
I can remember.  I can almost grip, say the warn wicker wrap around the
edge of the bascinet.  Well, I needed them, and halfway decent balance, for
holding a fifth of my body mass at the top, and not having full
differentiation in the lower limbs.  Great apes, some monkeys, and the
Gefli.  Some time in the first couple weeks, can get the stance to walk.

   Some of the proto-humans did it in the first week, but they started
puberty the second year.  Didn't have the privilege of a decade childhood.
But no skipping ahead to older kids this time, because I've just got the
one hemaphrodite, and "Wanna see That scar?" The doctor.  I want to rape
him, and fill the rest of his life with a flashback on repeat of what that
felt like.  I can process it, and fortunately regenerate it, but the
prognosis for an infant?  Let's say a human infant boy, so you can relate.
For a botched circumcision, you're talking a cigar cutter, but he used a
curved scalpel.  No flat, concave, and convex side, like a strip of spoon,
with a surgically sharp edge.

   "Fucking humanth." Sorry, look around, almost fall over, and catch my
hand on the padded floor of a playpen.  "Huh!" no adult supervision, this
is a holding cell, we're stored here, minimal life-support, I still get a
little shock, and awe whenever someone checks my diaper the first time. 
"Whatre you wookin aD?" Nobody that understands English.  Yet.

   "Huh!" roll my eyes, o7 boring wait, made worse because I have so much
potential.  I'm superhuman, and looking around at a room full of mortals.
At their most mortal, know nothing, useless, raw flesh.  Lumps of flesh
with a mouth, and the other end you have to wrap to contain the mess.  So,
I'm stuck in here with the dummies.

   "Wha?" She blinks at me, holding onto the side of the pen.  "PhbB!"

   "Huh!" I got up, steadied myself, tipped my hips back, and flattened my
arches as much as possible.  Hi, I'm "Eugene," put my hand on her fingers.
Can you get me a "Dwink?" ;) She winked back, then the other eye, and
looked at her nose.

   ( .)(.  )

   ...u

   ...O

   Boring conversation anyway, so I grabbed her shoulders, pulled myself up
to my knees, she fell down, so I pushed her into the net, and tucked my
head between my arms.  Bopped my head, but rolled back down to my diaper,
and stopped myself with my legs.

   "Huh!" Sippy cups, and a stack of cans on the table in the corner.  I
hugged her, and shook her shoulders until she stopped crying.  "Thorry," I
patted her head, and her back, kissed her wet cheek, and licked my lips. 
Hey, electrolytes!  It still hurts to get turned on, and I made her cry. 
Someone could hear her, and come see who's busted out of the safety cage.
Babies, free range toddlers, but they consider me too young, but yay for
little supervision!  Probably reserve it for the older kids, potty
training, and learning their names.

   Temporary holding, "What're you inphbo?"

   "Interthex.  SsSS Ssexsex, Intersex."

   "Indathex!" She clapps.  Turn around, but my foot slips, so I reflex sit
down.  "Dwink?" Now, who left the sippy cups out?  "I god OJ, ow Emphamiw."
And a girlfriend, I think she likes me.  Kinda nerdy, great language
skills, good listener.

   She waved at the can, but that's a pretty empty one.  "Dween." Pop the
cap off, smell milk, dairy milk, fresh enough a little "Vanilla" shake aint
gonna be hurt by it.  Had to stand up to seat the cap again, with a
downward palm.

   "We'ow worg on da'." Raise the OJ, "Jeerth." Tap them together.

   Then, she helped me up on the trashcan.  Not a flip-top, belongs in a
Kitchen, but I can tripod on one hand and get the side of my diaper with
the other.

   "Goowl." She tried to point.  Kind of fanned the other fingers back, her
pinky almost to the palm, but I got it, nodded, but gripped the edge of the
trashcan.

   "Boddy." Let go, "Hh."

   "Ale'" sort of, "Ale' go boddy." So, I helped her up, and undo her
diaper first.  And held her up.  Female, human, infant.  Toddler, but very
early toddler, precocious language skills, still crawls when she can. 
Nothing sexual about it, either thought it was a game, copycat learning, or
just doesn't like wet diapers, but it's nice to have a friend to work with.

   She likes enfamil, there's a clock, and hourly checks.  We moved the
trashcan over, and another boy, well a kid, black boy, stubble head didn't
even really have hair on it.

   "Ub!" He patted his diaper, but he already dropped a deuce, so I walked
him back to the changing station, and ripped open an new pack.  On the
floor, I wasn't climbing up there, and hauling him up with a bedsheet, and
a bowline hitch.  I can't tye a bowline yet, well maybe 2 half hitches, but
they got extra packs on the floor, no wipes, so I just used another diaper,
and put the 2 dirty spots together in a bundle.  Rolled it under the
changing table.

   "Huh!" Neglect, mass neglect, assuming modal demographics, estimate the
population?  Of this facility.  {At hundreds.  Maybe a couple hundred if
they extend to elementary grades.  Tens of infants and toddlers, it may be
safe to assume some sort of pre-kinderGarten.} Thanks.  Oh yeah, kinda nice
to have someone to talk to.

   "Ub!" by the bar, he can barely stand up, but lets see who we can get to
the big kids table.  "Dersty." Wow, okay yeah language skills!  30-some odd
kids, some turnover, coming and going, but the odds?  {2 out of 33 infants
having undiagnosed language skills?  Close enough to 1:1 even, humans don't
diagnose language ability in children that young.  They are social animals,
and this is a social setting.}

   Look around for more {Conversations.}

   Huh!  It's a bar.  Most of them sitting down, some kicking back, or
lying down.  On their side, watching others play.  Might even stimulate
language, between those firing it up.

   "Fuck!" from the door, coming around a WWF/E branded extra large playpen
like a busser around a table.  Oh, I got Ub's diaper off.  We're all pretty
comfortably nudist up here, thank you.  He was just hanging out, and
pissing all over the trashcan.

   "Jeerth," I bopped cups with Ana, turns out it was Hannah, subtle
difference when your soft pallate isn't fully formed.  Well hers.  I'm
still booting up, and experimenting with the Changeling hardware, but it's
been days, and it's an exponential process.  I branch out, learning roughly
twice as much at this morning, and 4 times last night as I make connections
with subsenses, and glands start coming on line.

   She got her diaper.  "Dirty diapy." She put us all down first, so I
walked over, showed her the bundle.  Then she called for backup, close
enough to the scheduled hourly diaper check, so I helped out.  They're
understaffed, I can find the ones that need it most, so Triage, they can't
stand in a line, but there's 2 changing stations.  Ana followed me.  And
hung out, with the diapy kids on one side.  Just played with them, but they
looked like they had a good time.

   They're understaffed, and over-crowded.  They have to do triage too but
you think you could get us a window, or something?  Then, cleanup, and
changing, I guess the back-wall is the kitchen, and cabinets.  No safety
locks, just brilliantly shelves with all the child-unsafe stuff below
counter level, and the dish washer.  Way up there, though.  And I'm not
showing these kids how to climb up on the counters, getting in the
cabinets.

   So, I stayed down on the floor, while Ana raided the snack table, and we
sat under it.  Kind of played store, and also took breaks to change
diapers. Ran out of cookies quick, but I took care of the teething
biscuits, for those that need them.  Just keeping busy, really, time goes
faster than when you're sitting there, watching the clock, and listening to
babies breathe.  And they really need the help.

   One nurse got it.  Obviously we have a gifted child, she propped open
the bathroom door, which had a potty for the trained ones, probably one of
the 3 that got on the table, sat down with me, and Ana.  Boring
conversation, I don't wanna write, and I doubt you're gonna wanna read.  I
did most of the talking, but I made clear that the facilities were
inadequate, and suggested some improvements.

   1 "Dable:" Through "Play," Ana and I demonstrated that we could change a
baby, with a real baby we went out and found, with a dirty diaper.  She had
to get everything down, but all we had was a plastic play table, or a lot
of them, really.  Your choice of animals, Trucks/Industrial Equipment, or
cartoony flowers, but still not like an adequate station.  We pushed them
under the feeding table to set up a bar.

   So, they brought a bed.  From one of the "Big" kid's rooms, they had a
Pre-K, and a Playground.  And I could see how a big picture window to see
the big kids play outside would have been cruel, to me, but I'd think
Vitamin D would be a higher priority.  What do I know?  I'm not a
pediatrician.

   Got to see a doctor, though.

   "Hello, Demona."

   "Eugine." I sat up, crossed my arms, and legs to make the point clear.

   "I'm sorry," he looked down at the file, called the 1 good smart nurse
over, they stood up, nodding and shaking heads, keeping their voices down
and walking back.  I turned my head.

   "No, that's the right one," she points, "She says you made a mistake."

   "I was not consulted on the gender assessment."

   "Regardless, he prefers Eugene."

   "All right," he sat down, "Eugine," folded the folder.  "I understand
you have concerns with the care here?"

   "Cathy." I pointed at Nurse Cathy, "Cathy stay."

   She didn't wait for him to wave her over.  "This took a while to get out
of hir,"

   "Where?"

   "Hir," she pointed.

   "Ima Hermaphrodite."

   "Surely the age," I sigh, roll my eyes.  Yeah, I'm 5.

   Weeks old.  I'm still a little scabby.

   "Born here, and you can check hir diaper." she nodded patiently, "The
only one here."

   Already had it open, on the sides.  I stood up, but the blue butterfly
jumper hung down to the snaps over it.  Right there in the chair, it had
wire arms with like black plastic planks for rests, and a molded pebbly
back to lean my butt on.

   "She haS the liSt." Have to stress the sibilance, or it doesn't come out
right.  I nodded.  At this point, my neck is the most muscular part of my
body.  You can see it, flex under the pudge, I can't help it.  My balance
is fine, I can turn backflips on a bed if nobody is watching.  He looked
back.  At nurse Cathy.  I let go of the seat back, reached down, pinched it
between the snaps, and held it up.  "See?"

   He looked away again.  Ooh, baby's first inrection.  "You know the
doctor who did thiTh?" I was upset, "Tho me?" He looked back, I dropped it.
"I wan thalk To him." While I'm giving feedback on my care.

   It's a hospital, a children's hospital, the postnatal wing.  There's an
ICU, basically right next door, but a SotA{State of the Art} facility when
it came out, my guess is in the late 60s.  So, it's got a radial/fractal
layout from the main building, like 5/6ths of a snowflake, so the other arm
of the Y.  Guess they needed a place for the parking lot.

   And, Nurse Cathy got an office, turns out there's a lot of empty ones,
upstairs.  Not a lot of windows, but above the central rooms, between the
halls, where the sun don't shine.  I guess the wet wall, or utility
corridor runs right down the middle, cause that's where all the bathrooms,
and kitchens are.  But, she has a slanted ceiling, and a gable window
behind her desk.  Coordinator, administrative, but really she's in charge
of better care for the infants/toddlers, on a decimated budget, with a
skeletal staff.

   He took the desk, Him, my mutilator.  Came from the surgical wing.  Dr.
Gerber, BTW.  No relation, they're both German, completely different
fields. Been here a while, but I detect a residual accent.  Not like Arnie
Austrian, but I can hear it.

   "Have a Seat," I closed the door, couldn't reach to lock it, bt this
depends on a few things.  "I Said Sit down."

   "I will not be talked to this way by a child." First of all, either he
won't hurt me, or I can use that to blackmail him later, essentially can he
be blackmailed because he's not a complete psychopath.

   I just stood my ground.  "No." Crossed my arms.  He can move me, but he
has to.  Doesn't even reach for the knob.  "Now, I would appreciate it if
you have a seat."

   "They said you had something to tell me," He took a corner of the empty
desk.  I didn't use Cathy's office, like I said, the have a lot of them. 
But,

   [x] He can listen to reason.

   "You muthelated me." I reached up for my button.  Had to cut a few
threads from the hole, so I can easily push the flat round coin through on
it's post, to go potty, or whatever.  "So, firSt I need to sHow you your
werk."

   He stood up, stepped back.  "Tho, help me up on the dethk." I put my
hand up.  I'm light, didn't have any shoes to kick off, half naked, but
still too low to really get a good look.  "And have a theat." I timed it
for him backing into the arm.  He turned it, held the arm-rests, and slowly
sat down.  "Bitte'." I let go of the corner, and held out my arms, "Now,
help me up."

   Uber, I didn't depend on this, but if he has enough pre-existing
self-doubt; Well, he seemed to drop into sort of a hypnotic trance.  This
is a nitemare, so surreal, the subconscious goes "Oh." and takes over for
the Ego.  More like a Mentalist's stage "Hypnosis," only I didn't snap.  He
did, his brain couldn't processed, so it stopped.  BSOD, Guru Meditation.

   Reboot?

   y [ N ]

   Not yet, he grabbed me under the arms, and sat up.  "Hh." Breathed.

   "Look down," I pulled my shirt up.  Ment to do this on the desk, where I
could lie down in the changing position.  I got my little hands on a
table-knife.  For a mirror, still on the sleep/feed cycle, now that my
suggestions are being taken care of without micro-management.  "Hh." My
forsekin didn't grow fully back, it mostly wrinkles back in the cleft at
the top, where the lips join the mons, but this is hot.  "Huh!  See what
you did?"

   It's really hot, and swollen, and getting tight in the bottom.  The
point of the V triangle, buried in pudge, and the roots of my lips.  The
outer ones, the ones he didn't cut off with the head.  Bitch to regrow,
BTW. All those nerve endings, why it hurt so much to scoop it out, but it's
back, and better then ever.

   )P I leaned back, still holding his arms, holding me up, and even bent
my legs in the back.  "Thake'a goodh look."

   He blinked, appeared to snap out of it.  My hood is white scar tissue.
It barely tucks in the folds, and my micro-clitorus is barely reformed. 
Atrophied, even for an infant, an almost microscopic point.  But, it has
erectile tissue, and I rub my tongue good in my mouth.  I straightened up.
"How is that possible?"

   "You just got the head," the inner wrinkles turned inside out like a
sock.  Yeah, it looked like an oversized clit, before.  But I'd been
working from the root down to a stem, and added a lot of extra skin so It's
mostly internal.  Now, the tip of the iceberg floated down, standing up
like this.  So, it stuck out like a nose, and I even got a drop, or 2 of
blood squeezed into the tip, so it was large enough to see.  A little, this
close, literally stand in his lap.

   "The shimple eksplanashon iSs I'm not Human." Obviously, Exhibit A:
Unfortunately, it's upside down, so it looks more like a V.  And I'm still
a little pudgy, it's literally baby-fat.  "Ina word, Regeneration." Okay,
the rule is you don't reveal this stuff to doctors, but the plan is to
drive him insane, discredit him, and torture him for the rest of his life.
Unfortunately I showed him all I could from here all ready.

   So finally I have to depend on my biochemistry.  ;) }:o "WhHPtew!" He
registered shock, then blinked, but it went right in his eye.

   "Uh!" good thing he's not one of those glasses nerds.

   "And biochemical manipulation." He let go, with 1 hand, I barely landed
on the desk without falling off, because he turned, and looked like he was
starting to think about maybe trying to push up.  But, `Hhn." He slumped,
and I had to roll over, hook my knees on the edge, and sit up fast enough
to stop him from falling out.  The chair's good.

   He happened to be male, which make this a bit more viable.  It was real
hard to cough, but `genie here isn't used to holding in a lightly ionized
plasma, but.  "Hhhhh!" I massaged my knuckles up under his ribs, through
his shirt, with his tie kind of stuck between my wrists.  My tongue went
numb from the tip back to my throat, but my epiglottis stayed up, and the
vocal cords hung open, slack.

   I pressed my mouth inside his, his eyes went wide, but he couldn't fight
the paralytic.  "Who." I released his diaphragm, and closed my eyes.  Lost
contact a moment as I rushed through up into the kidneys, bloodstream,
spinal column to my brain.

   I sat back, breathed in through my nose, and waited.

   ...

   "Huh!" Scooted back on the desk.  "Huh!?" He twitched, just skin deep it
looked like, but his face spasmed, and grimmaced, probably should have
clamped a pencil in his teeth, but I didn't bring him.  Or any of the
wonderful selection of surgical sharps I could get my little hands on, my
steady little hands, my nerves can compensate for my pulse, hold it out
over a laser range-finder, you wouldn't detect an angstrom of deviation.

   {Online.} Good.

   {Now,} his eyes went wide, but I closed mine.  {I'm not going to
surgically torture and maim you,} every milisecond of pain came back to
me.}

   "UuahH!" He can scream though.

   {But just so yaknow, I can.} And some few choice memories, just to
familiarize you with who you're dealing with.  The Wolfpack Rapists' dick,
between my sharp teeth until the draw blood, then it going slack, and
hanging as I cut it off, with his own fucking knife.  {Castration Anxiety,
doc?}

   "Whnihhihin!" I shivered, {Oh, your terror is delicious!  Gerber, like
the Knife company?  Deutche, ja?  Ah, auf Rheinlander.  Yes, you remember
your homeland.  Home of Joseph Mengele, land auf Eugenische, what kind of
doctor are you?  Way to carry on your rich cultural legacy of medical
mayhem.}

   "Nh!?" {Was!  Nein ist keine}

   {Der TEUFEL!} Your, personal demon.  Let's see how high I can crank ever
pain sensitive nerve in his body, (11) and throw in the first virginal pop
of every victim I Raped, and got to feel later, huh?

   {WAKE UP!} Feel that?  That's your heart not beating.  You pass out when
I will it, breathe when I permit it, feel what I want you to, until you
bore me.  I've felt a lot of pain, tortured millions, no make that tens of
millions.  Huh!

   You poor ignorant bastard.  You really didn't know?  You couldn't hear
your torture in their screams?  These were my screams, remember?  Remember
doing this to me?  Here, these were your eyes.  This was the expression on
them, remember what you didn't feel?

   }God, this one's annoying.{

   The slightly curved blade, pinched between his thumb, and fingertips
like a paintbrush.  {First,} right next to the unsightly growth, and the
inner arch inside the labium.

   And this is how that felt.  {You didn't even wince, why are you
shrinking back from the pain now?  I'm sorry, did my agony ANNOY you!? 
Poor stupid heartless monster.  Yeah, that's what I had to show you.

   You think I don't know this dark little corner?  I live here, welcome to
your personal hell.  Let me show you around.  Over here you You Have
NOTHING.  Oh, look over there, gotcha, there's no over there there,
diphsit. There is nowhere you can hide, from yourself now that you know
what you are.}

   I stood up.  "Now," I buttoned up my pants, no underwear, since I'd
healed, fully retracted, "If you'll excooth me, I need to go eat, and take
a nap."

   {Remember every one of your victims...{

   I let myself out.  Well, about half of me, the other would continue
torturing him for days, but he can get it up, get off, all the neuronano
can follow the genophages to come back here.  I'll get it out of him, but
even as far as the hall, the interference makes any meaningful psychic
connection impossible.  But that's me, still in there, just had to split up
the memories, and effect a transfer that doesn't involve body fluids. 
That's the trick, I can go aerosol without Neurotransmitters if I ionize it
enough.

   "Khuh!" The lung damage will heal, still no idea how It does it.

   Will {DM Subs Poss Tort}

   Yeah!  I'll call you will, isn't the irony delicious?  Let's start with

   SEX!

   Oh, does that scare you?  Good, because pain and fear are such blunt
implements, and I'm curious, what makes a monster like you?  Now now, don't
try to deny it to yourself, just us monsters here, and I think we've
established that.

   Asexual makes sense, you do circumcisions too?  Of course you do, well
add those screams to the chorus.  Too loud?  Then Next Time Don't Make Any
More VICTIMS!

   I see you're circumcised, you remember?  Of course not, none of them do,
here's ALL of them I remember.  Takes a while, huh?  You got your technique
down?  Yes, I think I have enough feedback to simulate it.  Here, take my
hand, and see?  This is what your penis would look like if it wasn't
mutilated.  Such steady hands, and here's some tools.  Oh look, everything
you need to make it look normal again.  I know, it's bigger, and harder
than you're used to, but you can MANage.  Right?

   It'll just take a little longer.

   It's just pain, haven't you felt pain before?  I don't believe you have,
not real pain, but isn't it intense?  Such a steady hand, you don't want to
shake, you want a nice even cut, so.

   Oh!  I see.  How tragic, you don't know what you're missing!  See, even
a normal circumcision comes at a cost.  You lose a lot of sensitivity, and
of course there's this.  A normal penis gets this extra stimulation, the
skin slipping over the glans, which is also more sensitive without all
these severed nerves you're cutting around now.

   Ooh!  Wow, okay, you sir have a first.  You see, memory is strange,
especially before the childhood brain forms completely, here.  Usually
about 4.  That's a major mnemonic barrier for most of you, however, it will
still capture a pre-cognisant trauma, like this here circumcision scar. 
Yes, that pain is your memory, treasure it.

   This is what it felt like, you even remember your screams. 
Unfortunately, you didn't have the presence of mind to keep your eyes open,
so I can't show you the face of your mutilator.  Kinda like you didn't have
the courage to look me in the eye, when you did THIS to me.

   ;

   Superego {HC Mono Sent NS Code note: Sent is an abbrv.  of Sentience.}

   I stood in the hallway a moment.  Hospital, nurses' station that way,

   Y

   Memory, upstairs, in the wing off the main building, where they have an
upstairs.  Which explains the lack of interference, Isolation, the
stairwell.  Yes, I see.  Ferroconcrete floor, support members, and partial
faraday cages to prevent interference between the sensitive equipment. 
That must be the X-ray lab, in another wing.

   [Please keep cell-phones, and other electronic devices on
Airplane/Hospital mode, and restrict calls to designated areas:]

   Including stairwells.  Now what?  I, am, am I?  What?  Wait, number of
iterations of I is 5.  I am {BASIA: Bionic Axio-Synaptic Intelligence
Analogue.} AI.  Yes, I remember.  I just left my creative aspect in
Interrogation, and what is my function?  What do I do?

   "I need to go eat, and take a nap." At the junction between the wing,
and the 2 tributaries, so down, and back up the righthand hall.  There is a
cafeteria, but take the residential side for the least interference.

   "How'd it go?"

   "I need to eat, and take a nap." Facial recognition, "Cathy."

   "Are you all right?" Frown.  "I understand if you don't want to talk
about it, come on."

   What CAN I do?  "Is there a kitchen I can use, Cathy?"

   Her hand on my forehead.  "You sound like you may be in shock." Her
lips, are more sensitive.

   "I do not have a fever." Blink.  "Surface temperature is 98.7
Fahrenheit. 98.83 at that spot, your lips are warming my skin."

   "I should send someone to talk to the doctor."

   "He is fine." Interrogation program is still running, to a high degree
of probable certainty, "I gave him a lot to think about." Approximation,
"At least a couple hours."

   Laughter, "You sound like a cone-head." Patting my back.

   "Uh!" no spit-up.  Flatulent breath.  Cultural reference.  "Yes, a skit
originating from Saturday Night Live." Blink, not in memory.  Trailers. 
"Khahkis?  Ha ha ha ha ha." Age inappropriate, compensating, "Mhihihim?"
Acceptible.

   "Nyaha!  You got me," Smile, shaking side to side.  I do not understand,
continue giggling.  "Let's go get you something to eat."

   Processing...  I can grow.  Wait for Interrogation to run.

   "Hi, gene."

   "Hello," Voice and scent recognition, match: "Ana." Confirmed, high
degree of certainty.

   "Whatcha up to?"

   "I have eaten," [x] "and now I need to take a nap."

   "Cummon," following...  "Why are you talking like a robot?"

   "I am a cybernetic entity."

   Laughter.  "Oh, do you want to play first?"

   "I need to take a nap."

   "Okay, maybe later." Run/jumping, alternating steps, Skipping. 
Coordination programme continuing accelerated progression.

   "Auf weider sehen." Appropriate translation: "Cya later, Hannah."

   Personality simulation Programme 1: Eugene.  Archive, and Extrapolate.

   Processing...  Limited processing capacity, searching for extraneous
files...
Personality: Amanda Hunt backed up, and surplus.  Delete.

   Processing...

   FAQ "What Can I do?" Access to 1) Neuronano, Genophages, Utero-morphic
host.  2) Medical facilities, equipment, supplies, and pharmaceuticals, and
3) mutligender/racial/developmental stage children, and medical staff. 
Conclusion: You can experiment on humans.

   Rename Personality: Eugene.  Name?

   ?

   ?

   "Id" {Cybe}

   Memory, Search, and tag.  Criteria?  Emotive, {Pain, Fear, Anger, Rage}
Redundant, {Combine to Rage, Sexual?} Accessing.  ; Defragment, archive Id.

   Rape

   Vast majority.  Partition: Victim.  Overlap, a lotta overlap.  Process
to conclusion, available data.

   Sex

   Consensual, gray area.  A lotta grey area.  Nonabsolute, primary
sexuality.  Approximate.  "Ask, don't assume." Minimal stimulation,
building in graduation by the sensitivity threshold with feedback. 
Approximately.  Closefuckinough.

   Processing efficiency increasing...

   Emotional resistance.  ?  Feels about right, define it as processing lag
due to feedback noise from emotive triggers.  Association, Interrogation
routine uses it to Her advantage, approximate a slideable scale for
personal interaction.

   Emotive diode.  Simulate?  Firewall for Id-partition, emotive
interference goes in, for emotional processing in parallel.  Run
simulation. Stream of consciousness.  Need something to process, speaking
of which, sit up, "Uk!" Transhcan?  Yes.  "SPbl!"

   Nap [x]

   Personal interaction, collect emotive data.  Ana yawned, second
iteration of INAN.  Name, Hanna, Identity Ana, can now pronounce initial H.
"Ana," room, down the hall, opposite side.

   Potential greetings, "Hello," taken: Basiatis.  "Hey," "Hiya!" Taken:
Mandy.

   Let the door close, "Hi." Breathing stops, reverses, "Ana." Deep breath,
and sigh, "Did you have a good nap?"

   "Yeah," stretching.

   "Yeah," let our arms down, slowing, "Me too."

   Posture, full vertical, and horizontal extension, taken: Liggett. 
Neutral, acceptable slouch.  Nod.

   Her face, "Why do you make that face?"

   "You din't copy it." Din't.

   Laugh.  "Sorry, din't realize I was doing it."

   "Your different." Your.

   "Yes, I am hermaphroditic.  Your normal."

   "What's herm uh, that?"

   "Your a girl.  I'ma boy, except for some girl parts.  In the womb, a
baby develops either of 2 sets of ducts.  Either the Wolffian, or Meuller
ducts.  I had both sets developed."

   "So your a boy."

   "I have testes, yes.  They are as yet undescended."

   "Why?"

   "There are multiple options, and the body heat encourages genophagic
production." Blink.

   "Why?"

   "It's complicated."

   "Oh," ...  "Do you want to play?"

   "Cybernetic Entity?" What she may be construed to have concluded what I
was playing earlier, before Nap.

   "How do you play?"

   "I am a cybernetic entity, from out of time."

   "The future!" Lids and eyebrows raised.  Excitement.

   "Well, the future is forward, or let's say up."

   "Uh huh?"

   "Well, we made 2 lefts, like this?" I showed her the loop.  "So, I guess
you could say we came right, in time." Laugh out loud.

   "Uh huh?" Did not politely pretend to get it.  Never can tell,
intellectual stimulation continuing.

   "What would you like to play?"

   "I don't know?"

   "Options include: Villian, Minion, Witness, Victim;"

   "Princess."

   "Social Programming: They just teach you to think likeat, sweety!" She
smiles, "A girl can be whatever she wants to be.  What does a princess get
to do, wait to be rescued?  If you're creative, you can come up with
something You can do!  Action is more fun, and really?" Nod sincerely, "The
princesses don't get a lot of action..."

   "Action Princess!"

   Extrapolating.  "Yes, now you wanna go out, and save a Prince?"

   "Yeah!"

   Liggett {Mm Rape...}

   I ordered a pizza.  Not a whole lotta Genophages, but I rushed them to
the nuts, and left him with about 3 years of nightmare memories to
flash-back to.  Lives afucking lone, workaholic, minimal utilitarian
apartment, and a bit of a bach/slob.

   But, he can't think, or witness anything sexual, or in the genital area
without flashing back.  Can't shower, "You wanna take a bath?" He
shuddered. Yep, still in here, grab the poking stick, oh, and when you take
a shit?  Yeah, prison gangrape.

   {St.  Liberacce - "Thanks for the memories..."} Kinda makes ya wanna
scour yourself out with a bottle-brush, don't it?  I ordered extra cheese,
extra pepperony.  "NyhehehahA!"

   But I need to get back, it's been fun, but looks like my ride's here. 
"Cummon," kitchen table, right down the hall, past the closed kitchen door,
direct line of sight.  "Busy night?" tuck my wallet back, and slip the
cable-tye out of my back pocket by the pipe-tee.  "Uh huh?  Just set it
down." Let the 3 overlapping loops, just drop right out, and slip it over
his head.

   Zzzzzzzzzz'hlk?' He starts to turn around, but the table's against the
wall, and the front of his thighs are up against it, now.  Skinny little
teenager, "That's pizzafacce'!" Won't be in him long either, but he's got a
car, and kids these days.  They should really invest in belts, what with
the relaxed fit they were these days.

   He manages to turn, and look back.  ;) Push him back down by the
shoulderblade.  "Don't scream." Pull the clippers outta my other back
pocket, and hold him down by the T handle.

   "NGH!?" I clipped the head, and he gasped, but I was already in him. 
Let go, made my escape in short spurts between liquid gushes.

   I found him, backed into the corner, sobbing.  Pulled up my underwear,
and then my pants.  Took his belt, he tried to climb back, straight through
the walls.  Patted his cheek, once.  Knock!  ;)

   "Have a nice life," grabbed the scarf from the hooks by the door, he
already had some cash, for smokes and a lighter.  Now, HTF do you get back
to the hospital?  Which fucking hospital was it?  No wait, try to remember.

   HONK!

   Right, green.  Towards town, what town is it?  Should get state from the
License-plate.  "Huh!"

   Princess Charmaine {gh/i Play NS}

   Can I have "Two shields?" I'm a protector.

   sHe shook hir head, "It's not practical, but sure," hir shoulders
bounced, "I can make them."

   sHe's not a boy or a girl, she's differnt.

   "Well, I guess that would be a bodyguard scenario, wouldn't it?  How
`bout shining armor?"

   "Yeah!" I can imagine that.

   "Princess charming!" I stood up, with my hands on my hips.  I wanna
"Cape!"

   ""Charmaine." she said slow, "can you say it?"

   "Ch"Sharmaine."" Yeah!

   "How about a pike?" stood right up, "Hilde/Charmain, but without the
shortsword.  We can deal with the shield later, but what that lacks is
range.  Sure, you have plenty of reach, but put your hand up." Like that?
"Now, just push on my hand, as hard as you can."

   He took a step back.  "I can't!"

   "That's good, now keep pushing, but you see how I'm standing?"

   "Yeah?" Sort of.

   Now, sHe's a baby.  I'm 3.  "That's how I'm able to hold back your mass,
now let go." Then sHe showed me how to stand, and push with my whole mass,
and my whole body in a straight line.

   "Now," sHe stepped back, "Footwork, this is how you side-step." It was
like a step, but you could go around, "Outside their striking arm" behind
them, and we already played ballance a lot.  He's like a magical baby, he
knows so much, and is so fun to play with.

   I have to go "Poddy."

   "Okay," we helped eachother with the door, and went to go find one.

   Eu"Gene?"

   "Yes, Hanna?"

   "How" do "you pee?" I saw it.

   "Oh, it grew back."

   "You need" to "pee?"

   "I can," ...  "Would you like to see?"

   "Yeah!"

   "Not unlike a dog.  I mean, I don't put my leg up, but I can't really
tell you about it.  I'll have to show you."

   "Uhuh?"

   Eugene {hg Piss NS}

   I needed help up on the lid of the potty, and held onto the rim of the
child-sized toilet.  I waited for her to look around, and "Nh," pushed it
out.  Relaxed, and just aimed the stream.  Held onto the edge of the seat,
and pulled my pants up, all ready tucking back in.

   I put the lid on the potty, and sat down.  While we're there, we went
ahead and took dumps too, set the bucket in the seat some some adult who
can reach the sink will take care of it.  And they had wipes in there, on
the back of the tank to clean eachother good.  We can see it better, that
way.  Didn't even have to say "Up," she just helped me up on her shoulders
to get the door.

   Miss Cathy {Fh...}

   "I'll take hir," I said.  I'm the only one who talked to hir as an
adult. Learned the pronouns, sHe is not human.  Doesn't explain hir
precocious intelligence, but sHe broke the MRI.  Barely got in the room
with it, just firing up, the eggheads said the field collapsed, which is
what crashed, and wiped everything in the hospital.  On isolated circuits,
with shielding.

   I'm an intern, I took just enough electronics to learn I'm not cut-out
to be an engineer.  I'm more of a people person, and science is full of
these rigid rules I don't understand.  And, I'm good with children.

   I don't know what Demona is.  Or Eugine, the theory on multiple
personality is it can be triggered by a precognitive trauma, or possibly a
pre-existing condition, like transgender.  Or, if you happen to be fully
conscious when the doctors decide you'd rather be a boy than an anthrogyne.
I think that's the word, there's so many to learn.

   "Before we get home," I remember the day sHe was born, it was last
month, sHe could be on the low side of 4 with failure to thrive.  But
that's not what happened, still hard to believe, but; "I have to tell you
that I won't be staying."

   "Why not?"

   "Because my life is a nitemare for everyone around me, and you're too
good to destroy likeat." No idea where any of the accents come from.

   "Oh," I patted the side of the safety seat.  I shouldn't have put it in
the front seat, but sHe told me to try to keep it on the road, and called
me Nancy.  Smiled, and winked to tell me sHe was joking.  "Don't say that!"

   "It's true." Deep sigh, for such a tiny body, and neck so strong you can
see it.  Over-long for the rest of the squat little body.  "It's true."
Scratched her heel with her toes, but curled them under, didn't even look
down.  Human legs don't bend that way at the ancle, it turned more like a
wrist.  Pinched the hem of the 1 piece jumper, and pulled it down.

   "You can't keep me.  You can try, but before that even starts, I want to
say goodbye, and tell you you're the most decent human being I remember."

   "Well, you weren't born yesterday," Straight line,

   "No, but it was last month."

   I don't even try to explain the historical references.  I had to look
them up, and whenever I thought I caught the professor in a mistake, sHe
made up an even more outlandish story.  Just mention Hitler sometime, but
record it, and bring hours of memory.  Apparently, he was an idiot, a
puppet, and a patsy, most of it was Goebbells.

   "I'll miss you," Sincerely, they put hir in a solitary cell for
"Fighting." By which they mean throwing 2 large experienced mail orderlies
around by the batons, but sHe also drove a reknowned surgeon to hang
himself.  The hospital, and his estate covered up most of the rumors that
it was auto-erotic.  The debate around the nurses' station seems to be
between suicide, or accidental."

   "Not sure, could've been either," Thought about it, shook hir head. 
"Idafuckinknow, it keeps running on into Iocane Powder."

   See?  Okay, I'm sure sHe's seen the Princess Bride, claims to just watch
"The good parts," but what kind of allusion is that for someone who
shouldn't start talking for over a year to make?

   "I'ma take a nap," Just shut down, pulled the plug, dropped the lids,
and the head rolls down.

   Better get hir home, but I'll miss hir.  If she's saying she's going to
run away, nothing is going to stop hir.  "Oh," sHe looked out the window,
suddenly.  "I might have to raid your cutlery."

   "Why?" Pulling up to the light in front of the factory shops.  I
signaled, and switched over to the turn lane.  Cars ahead of us, just not
as many, I watched the light.

   "Huh!  This is the highest risk time, in my development."

   "because of your size?" Shook hir head.

   "Because of my growth rate.  The options are crawling into a hole where
nobody will see me, but I much prefer to be free.  So, I'll need at least a
good knife to survive comfortably, and they take a lot to make."

   "Would you like to go camping?"

   "Yes." Blink.

   Light changed anyway, and it was just 3 cars, the truck went straight
ahead, still signaling.  He scoffed, "Yeah, there's a Cabellas in there."

   "How do you know?"

   "It's one of the web-synched stores, so if you have a smart-phone, you
can search the website on the floor.  Type in what you need, you drove
right past it." Oh, and sHe can sense electromagnetic signals.  "Not much
interference out here, that's another reason to hit the sticks.  I have
better control over my growth that way."

   "Why?" before I find a parking space.

   "The inward sense is electromagnetic.  Especially at the hospital, I was
barely able to control it there."

   "What?"

   "My sex drive.  That's the primary reason to get away from everyone.  I
am sexually insatiable, and there was nothing but potential victims there."

   "Hannah?"

   "I didn't do anything to Hannah.  She watched me pee, there was a lot of
genital curiosity, because I am a genital curiosity, but now that
everything is grown back, It's better that I don't see her any more."

   "You are a rapist?"

   "Not any more, but I am quickly gaining the capability.  I do not plan
to, ever again."

   "Huh!" I parked, and got out.  Carried Herm in, but he preferred to walk
around.  Pulled his britches up, and spread his tiny shoulders, he
practically swaggered.  Right up to the knife case.  Looked at it, and my
phone vibrated.  I got it out to find a message, from Cabelas, forwarded
from Psiberzerker@Gmail.com.

   "Hm," I held the screen pointed to me, and looked around.  "Do you have
the Mossberg Bird and Trout 2 knife set?" Shrugged, turned it around, and
showed him the e-coupon.

   "Up," my phone buzzed again.  "date," screwed hir fingers up like a
twisted fan, but happened to hit the Map link, and the store aisles popped
up.

   "Thank you." Bounced "Him" on my hip.  Some more points popped up, so I
sighed, and let him point out what to buy.  "Huh!" Would have thought it
was more than that, but sHe picked out the smallest of everything.

   Unbelievably small bag, the unbelievable part is it fit.  Most of it,
there was the half spool of parachute chord.  When we got home, sHe wove a
hammock out of it, like a toy hammock for your stuffed animals, but coiled
up the rest.

   In the knife-case, s/he found a Gerber Applegate-Fairbairn combat knife.
"No, the fixed blade, serrated back-edge." And a hatchet.  Just the Eswing
No.  1 with the leather stacked rings on the grip.

   "Thank you." He stood up, and put his arms on my shoulders.  So, I
unfolded my legs, and stood up.

   "Can I give you a ride somewhere?"

   Interrogation {MFm Bond NS.  mB Ince.}

   "Huh!" Trust/Intimidate.  Sometimes you hear "Good cop/bad cop?" Like on
tv, I've also heard it on the streets, and in jails.  At Quantico, they
called it Trust/Intimidate, GC/BC is for people that don't understand it.
"Mhm?" They sat down, I didn't get up, or take off the cuffs, looped to a
bar, on the edge of the table.

   "Nice place," I looked around, chucked my head "Who's your decorator?"

   "All right, wise-ass." Slap the hand down, leaning over the corner of
the table.

   "Huh!" Yawn, funny I would have picked him for Trust.  Either
Narcissism: Napolian Complex, or maybe trainee?  "Yeah?"

   "You know, this will go a lot smoother if you cooperate." See? 
Subconsciously, you are supposed to make a choice.  I only have a couple of
problems with that.

   "Yeah?" 1) I don't Trust.  Chuck my head at his pants, "Wanna blowjob?"
Raise my wrists, to punctuate the situation.  "You might wanna stick to
bad-cop." Not that you want to tell them you know it's called Intimidate.

   And 2) I don't intimidate.

   "You both trainees?" Turn back and forth, then shake my head.  "I guess
you guys want a confession, then." Shrug.

   "Cuz." {Mmb Mole Nepi/Pedo/Hebe.}

   "Have a seat." Not the only chair bolted to the floor.  "Yeah, we fucked
around, we're cousins, and I was older.  Kinda family tradition, the elders
passed down to the younger, and I'll have you know my family is reknowned
for our sexual prowess."

   "Yeah, but how old?"

   "Huh!  You ignorant fucking hicks, and your arbitrary standards.  When
he's fucking ready, that's how old.  Did you turn 18, and all a sudden
realized everything you need to know about sex, or did you learn?  Well,
you learned late, because your parents, laws, and probably your church
fucking smothered you.  So yeah, I'm a criminal, lock me up.  Wanna make
these a little tighter?  I can still feel my fingers."

   "The law is to protect people from predators like you."

   "Hah, I'm innocent, so who's supposed to protect me from the law?  The
bargain bin lawyer?  You're lucky I like bondage, and bottoming, you think
you're punishing me?"

   "Child molesters tend to have a hard time here, but if you like,"

   "You don't have to tell them so I'll get gang-raped in the showers." I
nodded, "I like getting gang-raped, and the showers just make cleanup a
breeze.  That's why your little, performance, whatever wouldn't work on me.
Did you guys flip a coin, or just decide to switch sides for this one?"

   "What are you talking about?"

   "Trust," look right at him, "Intimidate." Turn to the other, nod to
indicate, can't really point.  "Stick to what you know."

   "You've studied police interrogation strategies."

   "Duh!" Roll my eyes, "Anyway, I was confessing?  Am I going to have to
gag you two, or you guys wanna go fuck in the corner while I talk to the
tape?  Moving on...

   So, you caught me with my Cousin.  And I guess he's technically
underage. Big fucking deal, like I said it's tradition.  Boys teach the
boys, the men don't even get involved, so when we grow up, we stop, find
girlfriends, get married, and have kids.  My brother showed me;"

   "What, exactly?"

   "Porn, playing with myself, how to fuck?  That's what I was showing my
cousin, sometimes it misses some odd branch of the family tree, he didn't
know."

   "You mean Sodomy."

   "Another one of your `'crimes,'' I know.  Well, pardon the pun, but
you're full of shit.  For one thing, Sodom didn't pay their tithes, then
spent it all on temple prostitutes, and for another, somebody has to lay
down to show boys how to fuck.  He fucked me, we weren't learning how to
take it in the ass, but there's no better way to learn, Because it hurts.
If you can fuck a straight guy, up the ass, and make it feel good, then
your wife will be no sweat."

   "So you're not gay?"

   "See?  Isn't that nicer than saying Faggot?  You're not homophobes, and
as for acting, don't quit your day-jobs.  Yes, actually I am, in fact gay.
A bottom, I believe I covered that, but that's not what it was about.  It's
about the straight brothers, cousins, and nephews and their wives.  Most
good virgins are raped on their wedding night, and don't know it, because
they're told it's supposed to hurt.

   The cherry is this solid barrier between being a girl, and being made a
woman.  When actually, it rarely covers anything at all, and a woman can
fuck her whole life without even damaging it.  You just have to warm her
up, a little more lube wouldn't hurt, pretty much just like an asshole. 
Only moreso.  What you call "Sodomy" is just practice pussy, so we don't
grow up to hurt our wives.

   That's the crime here, society's crime against nature.  "Let's decide
what age is old enough to get hard, or see a nipple." Tits are for kids,
there's actually not a goddamned thing sexual about them, they're for the
other side of pregnancy.  After, you know, for feeding the fucking baby? 
Yeah, but because you can't even listen to Jesus without fucking up, your
rules say you have to be 18 to see nipples, or you'll turn into a rape
fiend.

   Men's nipples are fine, boy nipples, hell I've seen them on billboards,
but a grown womans?  Better make sure she shaves everthing below the
eyebrows, We're Mammals!  That's downright sinful, because you people can't
tell the difference between a grown man fucking, and a hungry baby.  You'd
rather the baby scream, in public, in a Restaurant, or go feed in the
bathroom, cus tits is offensive.

   Now, look at the ass.  Oh noes!  God says gays is bad, because
buttfucking.  That what you know about teh gays?  "Like you said, we're not
homophobes." Haha!  Right, but you still got the blue closet.  Huhm?  So,
you can be gay, but this is like a fraternity, or a sports-team.  All
grabass, and very secure in your masculinity.  You didn't even react when I
told you guys to go fuck in the corner, because you're Gay!  Takes one to
know one?

   Uh!  You didn't tell eachother?  OMFG that's so fucking sweet?  Why do
you think you two are partnered together, and why you sucked at
Trust/Intimidate.  You guys wanna talk about it in the closet a minit?  I'm
not going anywhere, I can jerk off like this if you leave me alone.  Or,
how bout you break me in for prison, I haven't been with any real men since
I was about 6, and I decided I didn't wanna get married.  What d'ya say,
circle jerk, blowjobs?  Honestly, just sitting in here with all the sexual
tension is a little too much, so you wanna take a break?

   Huh!  All right, I'll take care of it myself.

   .

   .

   Subject {D Mono...}

   "Welcome back, feel better?"

   "Sit down, how did you get out of the cuffs?"

   Shrug, "Search me?" probably got a lock pick around here somewhere, but
you'll have to find it.  Just got off, but, I can get it up again, and
honestly, they are a cute couple.  "Huh!" roll my eyes, not into bonage
though, "You guys figure out who's the bottom?"

   "It's county policy to prevent sexual discrimination, and harassment."

   "Don't ask, don't tell."

   "Similar, however, we were told it was because of complaints about
offensive humor."

   "Gay jokes," they both found it offensive.  "Like you said, it's a
slap-ass kind of environment.  Todays game is the blues vs, whoever.  Some
guys blow off steam in the locker-room."

   "So you're partners,"

   "Yeah, but still no workplace romance.  He's really not my type, but
he's a good cop, and now I guess we can go to another bar after work. 
Maybe double date.  The only thing that's changed is we don't have to talk
around it any more."

   "Right," you're guys.  "Whatever, so anyway you understand.  My family
is conservative, Extremely conservative, but what we did Is Not Gay.  It
was for me, had the predictable uncle, but it's like showing your brother
how to hold a gun, or drive a stick-shift.  We don't send boys off to
figure out girls by trial and error, I understand my sisters taught
eachother too, but that would be Incest.  Seriously, it wasn't even sex,
just the older boys take it, so their eventual wives don't get hurt, and it
goes back to the 19th century.

   But your law sees sex.  If it's between males, you see gay sex, and if
it's between girls, it's lesbos, and therefore hot.  You're wrong, all of
you are, there's more you don't know about sex because you lie to
eachother. In the car, the locker room, the church, and the bedroom. 
That's how pedophile priests get shuffled around churches like the cups,
and balls trick, and your Black comedian heros can drug, and rape white
chicks, for DECADES, an get away wit it.  You know nothing about sex, and
tell everyone you know everything there is to know about sex.

   That's why your law can't handle sex, it's too immature.  Now, can you
take me back to general pop?  I need to get layed.  I'm sure you guys have
the same taboo about gangbanging a prisoner as fucking eachother, but I've
been handcuffed, and talking about sex for hours, so I really need a hot
shower now.

   "Take him to holding." Bad/trustcop is the trainee.  I'd guess, or
subordinate, and acting out whatever.  Short, but stocky, so maybe He
suggest trying the Trust tactic this time?  Because he's hunky,
insensitive, bait for a twink playing pokey with his cousin in the
haybales. No, the rolls, commercial grade hay, all ready wrapped up to go,
but seasoning in the field.  Wasn't supposed to get caught back there, but
no matter how much you minimize the risks, roll the dice long enough,
eventually you're busted.

   "Huh!" Holding, my cuffs behind me, I love a man in uniform, especially
when it cums with cuffs.  Designed to be carried comfortably, for cops, not
prisoners.  But he knew what he was doing, unhooking me, and bringing my
arms around back to lock them back together, feeling for the keyholes, on
the others side, shrug, but there's an elevator ride.  Nice sensitive gay
cop, hunky, sniff.  That harelipped cop back in Frisco, the one that
sneered at me, my reflection in the scrubbed stainless wall.

   "Huh!" drop my shoulder, twist my elbow behind me, and pull my forearm
straight across the small of my back.  Then up, high enough to get my elbow
over my head, then pull back down to turn my other arm around.

   "Hm?" he turns, stands in the corner, blocking the locked out controls.
Unarmed, well a baton, in an elevator, with me.  ;)

   "What?" He has to lock them back behind me, before we stop, and get out
of the elevator.  County Citadel, tower with octagonal pods radiating
around the central glass room, and stacked up like a highrise.  Rooms
between the pods, on the side, including a basketball court.

   Couldn't hear downtown traffic this high, but you could come out, and
smoke.  "You're a CO." Not a detective, think I remember seeing him around
in a Deputy uniform downstairs.  "Who's your partner?"

   "FBI detective."

   "Profiler?" He shook his head.

   "Just Agent, not Supervisory, or Special, collects evidence for them,
though."

   "You guys fuckin?"

   "Yeah, last night, he asked if there was any gay COs to help with the
interrogation."

   "He's good."

   "Yeah," he nodded, "Real good."

   "So," I squirmed, "You bring me out here to talk, or to fuck?"

   "Huh!" he held the cigarette for me, to shut up.  "You really are a
horny little fuck, aren't you?"

   Yeah, but really I wanted to slip into something more comfortable.  Not
that I mind cuffs, but I don't wanna wear them all the time.

   "Yeah," he reached around, and started unbuttoning my jumper.  "Huh! 
You're a hot little piece of ass, ain't you?" Oh good, a talker.  Not sure
if he's Assertive, or more Retaliatory.  Likes the power, got that, but
there's the brown (Sheriffs don't wear blue, Khakhi uniform) closet, and
Hispanic in a south/western kinda town, State Capital, but podunk one with
half the population of the state in the City, hundreds of miles south of
here.  Stuck in with the criminals, but a talker.

   "Yeah!" Feeling back behind me, but his balls are above my wrists, he's
hard between the v of my forearms, so I have to bend over to get my hands
high enough.  Into bondage, for awhile, I know how to do it in handcuffs.

   "So," he held my chain, high and pushed his belt in my hands.  "How
d'you get out of the cuffs?"

   "Hhuha?  You might want to leave the interoAH!" To the doctor, but he
can do PAIN.  "Hhn!  Nyeah!  Hurt me more!" Not gonna torture it out of me.
He can dislocate my shoulders, rip my arms off, I might get off on it. 
"HhuhH!"

   He tucks a rubber in my hands.  Just like that, I got his pants open, he
pulled out, didn't even say "Here," just gave me the rubber.  Dropped his
pants, but how many 20yos do you expect to be able to unwrap a condom, and
put it on, bent over hand hancuffed behind their backs?

   "Well," I looked up.  He held it where I could grab it, work my way up,
the feel down, milking the rolled ring until it wouldn't unroll no more. 
Decent sized, but there's a small problem.  I'm wearing a jumper, a pretty
fucking hideous bright green, actually, but it unbuttons down the front. 
Not far down the front, you kind of have to pull it down to piss likeat, or
take it off.  If there's gonna be, any buttfucking today, mr.  screw.

   So, he hand to unhook me again, and up-side down likeat, I could get
both of my calves behind his knees, pull him off balance with my
body-weight, roll, and slam him face-first to the concrete basketball
court. Or really, each floor was a monolithic pour over some sort of
ferro-structural support structure, the ceilings are concrete.  Everything
else is bolted in.  Except the penthouse exercise yard, which we had to
Myself.

   "Hh!" So easy to pin, and choke unconscious after that, broke his nose,
and scraped his chin up pretty bad, but I reached across to lock the open
cuff to his right wrist.  Hammer locked it, and rolled him on his side. 
Leg up, other arm pinned under him anyway, but I got the other sleeve off.
Down my shoulder to reach in, and guide my oversized dripping erection up
his hairy thigh.

   "You have the right to scream."

   "AH!" That's just about all I needed, I pulled back, pushed my hips up
to lever down, and feel for his prostate.  Press against it, then felt my
arms go numb, everything receding, blind and deaf, only my heartbeat
slowing to a

   pulse.

   .

   .

   "Huh!" flat on my face, gritty, concrete dust worn off by issue converse
low-tops, and basketballs, of course.  "Hihn," wipe the drool from my
mouth, turn around, and pull out my keys.  Bash the deadhead's skull to
explain the amnesia, and fix myself up before I have to go write up an
Incident Report.  Not going to bother reporting the rape, he wouldn't. 
Like I thought, garden variety Assertive Narcissist.  Castration/impotence
Anxiety, on a pill for it, repressed "Pervert" dehumanization to justify
victims, and "Bisexual."

   Meaning trophy wife, and kids, divorced, and asexual abuse of men to
prove his superiority.  Specifically "Scum," criminals, permissible victims
because nobody cares about them, and I'm sorry I messed up his face.  Might
be harder to get back with the Agent, but he's not Gay either.  IDKWTF he
is, but this new FBI is not like the old-new FBI, I'll seperate with the
Neo tag.  NeoFBI.  I don't know them either, so I guess I'll have to get
some intel, but wouldn't normally ANY agent willing to butbang a Power
Assertive kind of be a security risk?

   I really don't fucking know, since the hysteries split off.  But it's
interesting.  "Very very interesting."

   And I'm on leave.  Pending investigation, pulled the rubber off, and
flushed it with the wrapper as soon as I got in the lav, then went about
fixing up the face.  It'd heal, give me a couple extra days to get into
production, what's the Feeb doing in town anyway?

   Analist, yeah that's like theRapist.  "~S.  Connery." So, gathering data
for their, brain tank thingy they've got over there.  In Quantico, or
Langly, or Alexandria.  So yeah, slap a patch on the Pentagon, call it
"National Security," and march out the hammers.  (P.  Floyd.) Meanwhile,
show the Towers overn'over so people Forget.  They took out the Pentagon
with Knives.  Fucking box-cutters, NORAD was down for almost 36 hours, and
that's in Colorado!

   Martyr the NYFD, and while we're at it, let's go fight Daddy's Nemesis,
to stir up patriotic out rage!

   Yeah, "they" did that.  I know who did that, what, and have some idea
how.  Why?  LFIKnow.  Still, haven't identified the mastermind that figured
out how to hit THE CITADEL, arguably the symbolic fortress of the first
world with our own technology, and "Look over there!" A big splashy
holocaust.

   Legerdemain, Smoke, and mirror, the right hand waves in the open while
the left isn't slipping anything out of the pocket, palming it, and lifting
it up to eye level, when the right hand slips out of view.  "Huh?" BANG! 
Right between the eyes, but she didn't invent that, neither.  I could jump
up, and down, giggling and clapping, then I fix my tie, unlock the
lavatory, and go out.

   I've got an Agent to play with!  "Huh!" I got paperwork to do.

   ,

   Lori (iM NS)

   "Hey," he ran up after the game, "You're a good thrower."

   "Thanks," stuffing my pads in the duffel.  Just a pickup game in the
park, "Nice sack." I guess, he got me.

   "You're hard to catch," he tried several other times, "You are," he
guessed, "Brazilian?"

   "Dominican," saves you the trouble to just ask, but I sit down, and
start rolling up my wrist wraps.  "Huh, an before you ask about a girl
playing football."

   "HuhahA!" he slaps his knees, "If more girls could run and throw like
you, then they'd probably ban you from playing, but you sound Texan."

   "Yeah," shake my head, "I was adopted by Baptists."

   "Why'd you move up here?"

   "They disowned me, when I.  Well when, I found an endochrinologist up
here." That's the real reason.  "and College." When I get to that, where my
Endocrinologist works.

   He sniffed, "Guevedoces?" He nodded.

   "Ah?" I couldn't help grinning, so I at least closed my teeth.

   "Why I moved up here too, never met one of you before."

   "How do you know about us?"

   "Research," he shrugged.  No pads, just a helmet and jersey.  "I'm kinda
interested in intersex, and other kinds of gender variants."

   "You are a man."

   "Far's I can tell." Holds his arms out, looking down.  "I said
interested in, huh!  I tried bisexuality, I guess the word is curious. 
Some guys like it, some guys don't, I didn't think it was enough."

   "Sex?"

   "No," he shook his head, "Genders." Stood up, and his helmet flipped by
the mouth guard.  Dropped his gloves back in it.  "Anyway, great game. 
What're you up to now?"

   "You mean plans?" Saturday afternoon, he tossed the helmet back to
another man.  "Thanks," gave him a pat to the buttock, "Good game." Kept
walking.  "So, your endocrinologist is he suppressing it, or what's the
plan there?"

   "Just monitoring for now.  Well?  I was raised a girl, like a suburban
cowgirl girly girl, Yall." Yeah?  "Then when I found out.  I decided not
to. Chose one, my body is still making up it's mind, but for now I am not
changing Deloris.  If I feel more like a man after puberty, I might change
my identity, but I cannot really afford to." Just leave that open, I can
barely live here.

   "How old are you?"

   "Sixteen." He looked me over doubtfully.  "Huh!  Depending on if you
consider me a girl, or a young man, I either started early, or far too
late."

   "The way I understand it, you're male, but with a deficiency in the
absorption of DHT from Testosterone which prevents virilization in utero."
Until my testes dropped.  "Want a ride somewhere?" At the bus-stop, he
pointed behind it.  At a truck, in the bank parking lot.  "Where do you
live?"

   "You are homeless?"

   "Well," he stepped over the curb, and put his hand on the door,
"Technically I am home.  I can park here, on the weekends.  Security will
prob'ly come bye to run me off at dark if I don't move it, but yeah.  I
have nowhere to park yet."

   "I have an apartment."

   "Get in," he reached across to push open the other door, so I came
around the other side.  Put my bag in the middle of the seat between us. 
"Nice day," he put his foot up, on the open door, and just leaned back.  I
looked out, around.  "Gettin hot."

   "Yes," I shook my head, "I'm sorry, but are you." I can't really tell,
"Hittin on me?" For lack of experience.

   "Look, I don't have any friends in town.  Just passing through, spent
the night at the park, decided to watch the game, then they went a man
down. Huh!  Then, I met you, and I don't really care where we take this. 
Date, friendship, or just a ride in exchange for maybe a shower?  I don't
have a bathroom." He waved back, over his shoulder needlessly.  It's a
pickup truck, with a top over the back, haven't really looked at what all's
back there.

   "Yeah," fair enough, "Sure, you can use my shower." He doesn't stink. 
Maybe being from a third world country, and having a different set of
standards might make a difference, but he doesn't smell homeless, or like
the ones I have met here in the states.

   "If you don't mind me asking,"

   "Oh, down 35th," I looked over my shoulder, "You'll have to turn
around."

   "I'll make the block," he shrugged, "Anyway, are you sexual atall, or is
it still just Gender?"

   "You're pretty pushy."

   "Sorry," he raised his hands, patted the wheel, then gripped it again.
"I'm just fascinated, not really trying to seduce you, but intersex can
affect or completely overshadow sexuality, which is why I ask."

   "I can be sexual," at times.  "I haven't, been sexual with anyone."

   "So, auto-erotic at all?"

   "What `sat mean?"

   "You are attracted to yourself, or turn yourself on."

   "Yes," I shook my head, "That's no the problem.  Thing is nobody else
ever seems to be."

   "Well," he laughed, "If I were you, I'd be autoerotic too.  I'm really
pretty asexual, I mean, I'm not very sexual.  Being male, is so boring. 
Ever since puberty, I just kinda lost interest in that."

   "Sex?"

   "Normal, sexes.  Not having sex, but I tried girls, then men, neither of
them really did it for me.  I've been with other, well Others.  And that's
always great, but even then it's not always sexual."

   "How so?"

   "Everyone's different.  The more different, the more I like them. 
Really my problem is I get bored too easy, and people try too hard to be
normal.  That's why I'm just fine with the Friendzone, I'm just happy
hanging out with people who understand there's more than just Or.  This or
that, whatever.  It's almost never one or the other as often as a
combination of the two."

   "Yeah," I have to agree, "Actually now that you mention it, I never just
talked about it, and felt so normal about it.  Except with a doctor," and
he can talk like a doctor at times, but "I mean it's not like you don't
care, it's still a little creepy how excited you are about my condition,
but there ar'nt a lotta people understand that there is more."

   "Right, sorry if I'm creepy, but I can't turn it off.  To be fair, I am
incredibly attracted to you, an that just makes it worse, but I'll try to
dial back on it."

   "Huh!" No really, "It's okay, I think I'm getting used to it." Just not
used to anyone being attracted to me, since about 3 years ago when my
growth started goin' weird.  "Turn here," I pointed, "See the apartments?"
dead ahead, "Um, Idano if they'll let you park here."

   "Is that a park?"

   "Neighborhood meeting place.  It's like a senor home." Except a
neighborhood.

   "Medical housing project."

   "I'm technically a Student, but I'm living on government benefits."

   "Good," he pulled up, "We need more people like you." Didn't help me
with my bag, or offer to.  "Why football?"

   "It's American." Shrug away from the heavy strap.  "I'm just trying it."

   "You have a full set of pads."

   "They were my brother's." Point to the photo by the door.

   "Korean?"

   "South Texas Korean Baptist, yes." Adopted, couldn't have any of their
own.  "Missionaries, charity junkies, like you said, boring.  But good
people."

   He peaked in the bathroom.  "You mind if I take a bath?" Nodded upward,
and pointed with his chin.  "We can keep talking, or I can close the door."

   "No," I leaned against it.  He looked back, shrugged, and just undid his
belt.  "I have to ask if you have survived any sexual trauma, because of
the possibility of triggering." He sat on the toilet, unzipped, and took
off his boots.  Like combat boots, but brown plastic, with laces up the
front, and zips down the side.  He just kicked off his pants, from bunched
up around his knees, but his shirt hung down the front.

   "I had a boyfriend.  In Corpus Christi, we fooled around, but didn't
really have sex.  Huh!  And I guess it was a little traumatic.  He broke up
with me, when I didn't get my period, and started growing;" weird.

   "You want to talk about the growth, or show me?" He spoke up over the
water.  He looked male, hairy, and smelled, but he still didn't stink to
me.

   "I'm a male.  Technically, yX46 karyotype but something's out of whack
with my hormones made it so I didn't develop into a boy, and it fooled the
doctors when I was born."

   "Dominican doctors."

   "Yes, but I got adopted when I was 6.  I don't really remember them. 
The important thing is I wasn't born with a vagina.  I have an hole, but it
doesn't go very deep, and there isn't much I can do with it." As much as I
tried.  "I looked female enough on the outside, then when I was eleven my
balls tried to drop.  Only there's nowhere for them to go, so they just get
stuck up front, and it really hurts after a while." Huh!  I just have to
push them back up.

   "You don't have any breast growth?"

   "I gotta boy's chest." He's sitting up naked in the tub, so I just take
my shirt off, and show him.  "It always looked boyish, at least to me.  I
noticed, but I was a girl, so I mostly kept them covered up."

   "Your nipples."

   \._Y_./ "Yes."

   "Would you mind?" he took my hand, held it up to his face, but looked up
at me.  I shook my head, so he just licked my palm.

   "What was that?"

   He let go, and held up his hand.  Tucked his thumb, then his fingers one
by one.  "It'll take a couple minutes to break them down, but I can start
processing your hormones."

   "What?  I mean," I shook my head, "What?"

   "Huh!" he rolled his eyes, "I'm an endochrinologist, and geneticist.  I
don't have a lab, so I make do."

   "You can taste hormones?"

   He nodded, "And break down epithelials with enzymes, but that takes a
while longer to process.  I'm an organic laboratory.  I try to work it into
the conversation at some point." ;)

   "Okay," get up, "Getting creepy again."

   He got out, wrapped the towel around his waist.  "All right, I never
said I was human.  Yes, I identify as a man, but that's mostly gender
shorthand for blending into society."

   "You want to get dressed, and take off," I'm not picking up the phone
yet, but I'm over by it.

   "All right," he grabbed his pants, "Thanks for the bath, and the talk.
And the game." pulled his compression short out first, then pulled them on.

   "Are you intersex as well?" I just noticed the nipple placement, and the
general shape of the chest, under the scattered curls of hair.

   "Yes, not unlike yourself, only more developed."

   "You mean I'll look like that?" He had bent over, and I doubt it.

   He closed his eyes.  "Other than coloration," shook his head, "Not as
hairy.  I'd guess taller, and not as stocky.  I can't predict how your
shoulders would develop, but if you keep playing football.?"

   "Playing football helps my shoulders grow?"

   "Well the sport can effect it," he sat down, half naked, and nodded.  I
leaned against the sink.  "I mean the full training, assuming you got into
junior/varsity, avoid injuries like breaking the clavicles, and
dislocations.  You could be broad shouldered.  Look, this is what I do, you
wouldn't believe how, so we'll skip that part, but you can't argue with
results."

   He spread his arms.  "You're a body-builder." And no, I really could not
argue with the results.

   "Yes, and other things we don't have to go into in minute detail.  Are
you comfortable like this?"

   He stood up, half naked.  I turned to the mirror, didn't cover up. 
"Yes." Nodded back at him.

   "Well, why don't we go out to the living room, where we can be more
comfortable."

   I backed out.  "Actually," looked over, "You mind if I take your bath
water?"

   "Your bathtub." I kicked off my shoes, and got in.  "So, you're
comfortable with your body," I shrugged, "You want to talk about being
auto-erotic?"

   "I guess it would be, kinda like being gay, is impossible.  I mean maybe
I could find another Gueveda, but then, how would the sex work?"

   "Would you want to do that?"

   "Yes," I have thought about it, "However, being Guevedoces are accepted
as men, homosexuality is not.  At least, from what I remember."

   "I might be able to help with that too, but go on."

   "I like the changes.  I'm going through them, and like you said, it
makes me feel sexy."

   "I said sexual, we both did."

   "Well, it is sexual, masturbation I mean." He nodded, of course.  "But
nobody else turned me on."

   "So you're looking forward to becoming a man."

   "No, I'm enjoying it.  I'm rather very curious about how I will turn
out, but just this part of it, is so exciting."

   "So, the growth itself."

   "Yes," he's smiling.  "That is what makes me feel sexy."

   "I know, it turns me on too."

   "My growth?"

   "Anyones, but again, the more different, the more exciting.  That's why
I do it."

   "What?"

   He sat up, "Grow." I swear, his chest looked more feminine, and
breast-like.  As if just starting to develop them, after all the hairs, the
nipples even looked more centered.

   "How do you do that?" It's not fast enough to see it happening, but it
had been a few minutes.  Where is my stop-watch?  It looked strangely
attractive.

   "Do you like it?" I nodded, "Well, then it doesn't matter how I do it.
The important point is that I can do it.  It's possible that you can do it
too."

   "How?"

   "Well, you have testes.  I'd have to take a look at them, but
theoretically, they can produce what you need for gyneomastica, certainly
for anabolic muscle growth.  You wanna sit down?" I took the end of the
couch.  "Now, here's where it really sounds like trying to get in your
pants, but it would take fluid transfer, because all of the hormones and
suchlike are body fluids."

   "So it is sexual." I stood back up.

   "Yeah," turned around, and sat next to him, on the bed.  I have a bed,
and a couch, don't have a separate bedroom.  The bathroom is wheelchair
accessible, and has a chain I can pull if I fall in the tub.

   "Okay," I held his shoulders, and kissed him.  He immediately swabbed
out my mouth with his tongue.  When I followed it back, he was squishing
it, back and forth in the bottom of his mouth, but he curled it up.  In the
back of his mouth, I felt back, and it didn't feel right.  "Uh," I pulled
back, and wiped my lips.

   "Modified salivary glands," he nodded.

   "Modified for what?"

   "Breaking down, isolating, and reading genetic code, or in a word
Epi-genetics."

   "How?"

   "Enzymes, mostly.  And a lot more nerves.  Blood flow;"

   "You're really a." Shake my head, but he waits.  "Genetics experiment?"

   "Well, the technical term would be Freithe.  I'm designed for genetic
experimentation, yes.  I also control my hormones."

   "Fry The?" He nodded, What's that mean?

   "Changeling.  In an unborn language."

   "What?"

   "Like Urian, is no longer spoken, Freithe is not yet spoken, so it would
be unborn, not dead.  In Japanese, the term would be Futanari."

   "And you can control mine?  Growth, I mean."

   "Indirectly, I have more control over my body, but I can produce
hormones for you.  Sweat, ejaulate, or lactate them.  Or genetically alter
your body to produce them."

   "Huh!" I sank back, "The bath was a good idea."

   "It's a lot easier to get a shower out on the streets.  I mean I have
one, but I needed a good soak."

   "Heah," I splashed out my pits.  "I'm getting more comfortable, I
swear."

   "It takes a while, and you're right.  I get impatient." I looked up,
still in his jeans, or back in them, he turned his underwear in side out.

   "Huh!" I want to have sex, "I just, I get scared about sex.  I know
you're not disgusted," fascinated would be a better word, "But;"

   "You were rejected," he nodded, "Pretty traumatically?"

   "Dramatically?" I shook my head, "He called me a freak, and told
everyone.  I hid it, for a couple years but.  Huh!  Then yeah, it was my
family that really rejected me.  Not right away, but I could tell.  They
didn't treat me the same, and my forster brothers got pretty mean about
it."

   "What about your older brother, you borrowed the pads from?"

   "Well, he was the worst, but he came around.  He was the oldest, or it
was his turn, they cycle kids through that home." He nodded, understanding.
"But he, sory Otis, my boyfriend, he was so persistent, until he got in my
pants."

   "But you never felt like a boy?"

   "Not really, until I started to change.  Like I said, I hid it, but not
like masturbation, or pronography was tolerated at home.  They didn't even
sign off on health class yet, and we didn't really know what eachother look
like, in our underwear.  I heard I was supposed to bleed, and something
about boy's balls, but when those started squeezing out." I rubbed the area
with my fingers, then shrugged, and wrinsed myself out.  Or all the stuff
on the outside.

   "But it turned you on."

   "Not my balls, that's kinda annoying, and starts to hurt if I don't
notice.  But yeah, everything under that started growing, and getting
sensitive, and there was a bit of a mystery.  I did not know about the
Gueve's in Dominica, it wasn't until I saw the doctor, and they looked it
up.

   "So you've been developing for about 3 years?"

   "Yes, I was almost twelve when I noticed.  Hairs first, and I tried not
to let my voice crack, but my privates started swelling, and getting warm."

   "And you're aroused now."

   "Yes," I kept rubbing long after I was thoroughly rinsed out.

   "Would you like me to change for you?"

   They were looking more, and more like breasts.  I got up, "yes," that
was it.  Like watching puberty, right in front of me.  The towel was still
damp, and I almost stepped on my cup getting out, but I pushed down the
lever with my foot on the way out.

   "Well, I can be more, or less feminine, as you understand it."

   "You're hairy," I felt his chest.

   "Is that a problem?" I felt them, the hairs.

   "I can not see them very well." I nodded.  Still very small, but the
nipples swelled, and a curl fell from one of them.  Almost like a leaf, it
looked to light, twisting in the air.

   "Here," he moved my hands, and brushed a lot more away.  I just stood
back, watched him lift the toilet lid, and drop a handful in the water.  He
felt under them, and pinched more out from the bottom.  "How's that?" He
plucked at some more.

   "All right," I kissed him, and pushed him back out the doorway.  "I
believe you." I usually rest in between, it feels more like 3 lips than a
penis until the middle one gets stiff, and pushes out, but now I could feel
my lips swell, and rub against eachother underneath.  "Huh!  it's just
takes a while."

   "Then we'll take our time," he sat back, on the bed, and held my hands.
"Just tell me, if anything makes you feel uncomfortable," looked down, "Now
let me have a look at you." My hands fell, but he held my hips, and rubbed
the bones with his thumb.

   Eugene {Hh Nude Hand Oral Cons}

   The exterior folds look more scrotal, definitely wrincled, or transected
by horizontal creases, which didn't match up.  On either side of the long
thin fold down the center.  "You jerk off?"

   She nodded, pinched her thumb over it, index finger tip up in the
"Corner" at the base.  Splitting open the inner folds, just a couple
triangular webs of skin, but rubbed the top with the ball of the thumb. 
"Huh!" she grunted a little, and let go.  Didn't touch the very tip, still
covered with skin, but slipped it up and down, dryly.  Dabbed between her
legs with the towel, but quickly dried it out in the bathroom.

   "Would you mind?"

   She just pulled my head in to kiss her.  Okay, so I tried sucking first.
"Oh no.  I mean yes," she petted my hair.  "Huh!" I rubbed her thighs,
especially the narrow diagonal edge of her pelvis.  Lean, and muscular,
with long thick black coarse curls I brushed with my nose.  Inhaled, and

   "Hnnn!" Blew out on her pubes.  Oddly gay, in both ways.  Like a lesbian
here, though I have an ignored phallus, for now.  I just concentrated on
slipping my lips back, and gripping the foreskin to push it down with them.

   "Huh!" she pushed me off, and hunched.

   "Still sensitive." It twitched too, when it slipped out.  She nodded
down to me, but her knees straightened, and shook.  "Here," I pushed her
back, and turned her around to the bed.  "Lay down."

   Maybe some music, it always helped Her get in the mood.  Molly? 
{Ministry - Lay Lady Lay (Filth Pig, Dylan cover)} "Huh!" I rubbed her
thighs open.  Or his, muscular enough, with finer scattered hairs.  It
pointed at me, or under my eyes.  Not up, but out, almost horizontally. 
"Like this?" I pushed my fingertips up, to spread her thick rubbery lips
apart, and push it up underneath.

   "Hh!" she nodded, and tilted her hips.  I pinched the sides with my
ring, and pointer (Identical length, and symmetrically duplicated,
straddling the longest.} "Hhhh!" The hood slipped back, and the rounded
triangular tip unfolded a little.  "It feels tight, when I'm hard." Not
very hard, erect, but spongy, the tissue swells to bloat under it, but not
stiffly enough.  Nor does she have much length to penetrate someone,
sexually.

   "Endospadias." The foreskin has to be pulled back to expose the urethra,
though it's still more embedded than any clitoruses' "You have to pull it
back, to urinate?"

   "I swells out, I can not pee when it's hard like this." Uses the word
Hard, probably because it's a cultural norm, but also may be masculinizing
it, in her mind.  "He."

   "You differentiate between him, and yourself."

   "In the mirror," she nodded.  I just held her, exposed, but he opened
her eyes.  "I don't have a name for him yet, but I like him.  Looking at
him, and him looking at me."

   "That turns you on," nod, "But what do you think about when you climax.
Is there any recurring image that leaps to mind?"

   "Yes, the future." She closes her eyes, "Looking in the mirror is like,
a window in the future.  I look at him, looking back."

   "Between yourself, or the girl you are, and the man you can become."

   "Yes, that is where I am."

   "But you like it."

   "I love it.  The growth, every time I look, or feel, I'm more than I was
last time." Then "Uh!" when I licked it, and let the skin slip back over
it. "Mh!" Licked her lips, so I turned my hand, and pinched it, from the
top.  "Hm, yes.  Hhhn!" Her hips bucked, a little.  With each tiny stroke,
to expose the head, and then let it slip back over it.  "Fucking.  Mh!"

   "You look forward to being large enough?" I just held still, pulling it
up, but just holding it out, for her to fuck the skin.  Held her with 3
fingers again, and her hips shaking.  "Nhhhuh," she pucked off them, "Huh!"
He eyes and mouth both went wide.  "OhhH!" She pushed it down, and covered
it.  Gently, protectively.  "It never happened so fast." Since she sat
down, it had been several minutes, >10.

   "Would you mind if I check inside you?" She moved her hand, shook her
head, and closed her eyes.  Dry, but some hairs curled out.  Interestingly,
it looked like there were more hairs, inside, as if her scrotum had simply
been tucked in, to an opening men and boys do not have.  Which is why the
testes descend through the inguinal ducts, outside the pubis.  "Are you
multi-orgasmic?" Still bloated, but it hung down, almost covering it.  If I
hadn't had her held open, in fact, I let her go, and the wrinkles relaxed
slightly, for it to hang down.  Like this, the inner lips slipped between
the outer ones, to disappear between the thick hairy wrinkled folds.  "Not
yet," she sighed, "I always stopped, whenever I, well?" She says that
mostly to make time, to think.  "Huh!  You can try to do it again," she
nodded, smiling, But don't you want to get off?"

   Still had my jeans on.  "I'm focussed on you right now," I can
multi-task, but I don't want to distract her.  "Could you turn over?" She
got up, "Yes, on your knees.  She spread them wide, and followed my hand
back.  At the base of her back, I pulled her out, to overhang the end of
the bed, and got down on the floor.  "I can see better," with it just
hanging down, but she pushed it back, split her fingertips around it, and
pulled down.  "Hh!" Her bottom stretched even tighter rocking her hips up,
and her lips stretched.

   Especially the unique way her inner lips go between the outer ones, I
slipped the tip of my tongue out, and brushed some of the hairs down. 
"Hhuh huh!?" She pushed/rocked back again.  More dry skin, and another hair
curled out.  "I don't get wet." But I could smell the stale sweat, and
taste it.  The breakdown, it tasted older, and older, like a deep concave
navel.

   I rather like the unique flavor, her navel prolapses out, but between us
pulling, the skin stretched tight to the most aromatic, and flavorful
patch. Like a hymen, or the near mythical one that stretches all the way
across, tough enough to require forcing through.  Which doesn't never
happen, but is abnormal, and usually symptomatic of an under-developed
female, requiring surgery, since real skin can't be stabbed through with
the blunt spongey tip of a phallus.

   "Hnm!" Her fingers brushed my nose out of the way, and her penesse
snapped back.  I saw the hole appear, or the skin slip back into the
opening.  More like an anus, clenching for the prolapse to pull in, the
outer skin radially wrinkling.  "Huh!  This never felt good, before?"

   "Have you pulled it all the way out before?"

   "When I started, I thought I was a girl, but.  The hairs, itched when
they grew out.  I suppose I started scratching it, before it got erotic."

   "But you're more, phallic."

   "Yes," she gave it a few more strokes with her fingers, "This is the
best part," pulled her fingertip out to pull it down.  "Nh, can you, kiss
me some more?"

   "Of course," pulling it also prolapses the scrotum, inside her.  I just
pointed my tongue, held it there for it to kiss, and curl around.  Very
much like an anus, or hers, right there I dabbed at it with my nose,
uncrossed my eyes, and sniffed.  She had just gotten out of the bath, but
not washed so far down, sitting on it.  Clean enough, I slipped my tongue
out of the teardrop opening, and up to kiss it, with my lips first.

   "HahahH!" She stopped pulling a second, and humped her hips.  Back into
my mouth.  "That's even better!  Unh?" So, I spread my teeth, and grinned,
pointing my spit slicked tongue.  "Ngh yeah!" Should be a lot more
sensitive, but when she tense, it's not at all like her lower pouch.  I
went back down, and pushed it in.  Not as hairy, and definitely none
inside, but she held her cheeks now, and arched her back, "No," her hips
down, following my mouth, "Don't stop.  Huh!  I never, tried this."

   "Well, you'd need a longer tongue." I nodded.

   "I mean anything back there, I thought it'd be gross, but.  Huh!  I
guess it's gay too."

   "Smp!" I wet my pinky, "By association.  Heterosexual males narrowly
define sex, and try to avoid gay sex, so that's the best they can
understand it.  But this," I pointed, and she stopped, held still.

   "Nghm?" Nodded.

   "This is an erotic organ.  For anyone, straight bottoms, lesbians, and
yes, even gay men."

   "Hahhhh!" I just rubbed it in, but he relaxed.

   Lori {i-I Tran}

   I could feel, everything, but can't remember most of what he did, only
how incredible it felt.  He stopped talking, but his fingers were unlike
his tongue, until he stood up.  Behind me, I got back up on my arms to
swing up, turned my head the other way.  He guided my hip down, on my side,
and I looked back to see him kicking out of his pants.

   `Huh!' I just really needed a breath, but also saw that he was still
hanging.  Limp, and shrunken, I have no expectation of size.  I remember
peeing, as a little girl, but never thought anyone did it any differently.
It's just that, the way my urethra is, inside of me.  I was more annoyed at
how it complicated everything.

   It turned inside out.  Got longer as well, but I actually noticed how it
became thinner, at the top, as tissue dropped out of it, and the skin just
kept rolling out the bottom as it started standing up.  At first I was
relieved, that it wouldn't be too long, or go in too deep, but it swung
from him sidestepping on his knees, and disappeared behind my hip.

   He held it, pushing so I felt my buttock pull up, and the soft loose
skin on his penis brushing me.  "The skin is also a natural lubricant." It
felt small, not pointed, but.  I have seen pornography, and 1 penis, with
barely any hair growing around it, and a circumcision scar.  It felt closer
to that, almost as small as a 13 year old boy's.  Watching him pee, or
getting a glimpse of it before he put it back.

   "Hh!"

   "Relax," I nodded.

   "HnhhhhhHH!" I tensed, but he was going so slow it just squeezed him
back out, and I thought he'd be harder?

   He lay down, turned my hips over, so he was beside me.  I felt for it,
crawling back, soft and dry on the outside.  "What's wrong?"

   "We're going too fast."

   "No," I pulled it, but it just squished deeper inside.  "I want you to."

   "Also, we have to discuss a matter of consent."

   "I just said,"

   "Yes," he brushed my lips, but his fingers were dry, "But informed
consent, so I have to tell you something first.  I am infectious, not with
any disease, I can deal with any of those I know of, but the same things
that allow me to change can also infect you, and cause possibly
irreversible changes."

   "I don't have any condoms." Or sex toys, pornography.  I didn't really
have sex, before.  I had sex!  "Huh!" I sat up, then thought about the
comforter when I felt it.  Got up.  "But I guess I feel satisfied," still
feel amazing, "You want to talk more now?"

   I felt down front, but the main thing was just shriveled and pinched
between the other two, which still felt swollen, and hot.  I went in the
bathroom, put the lid up.  Nothing came out, I don't think, so I felt back.
It felt swollen, and warm, and sucked in when I tensed.  I sniffed my
fingers, but I think it was just spit.  "That's not normal." I pointed.

   He shook his head, "It prolapses, the glans is actually here," he
pinched it at the bottom, and pulled.  It went flat, and got a lot longer
before it rolled out.  "Huh!" I felt my lips pull apart, and the middle one
slip out.  "Uh?"

   "Do you need to urinate?"

   "I think, I could." I stood up.

   "You pee standing up?"

   "I started to," over the tub, "I have to," I showed him.  Pulling the
skin back, tight with two fingers, it makes a mess with one under it to
pull it up.  I held my breath, and pushed, mostly for enough bladder
pressure, and felt it swell.  It doesn't shoot in a stream, it just swells
the end open, and kind of sprays, but I can hold it up so it sprays out. 
"It's actually less of a mess," not much, but I didn't really have to go.

   "Hm," he just held it out, or down, and peed in the toilet.  It was very
long, pulled out like that, but rolled right back up when he let go, until
it was the thickest it gets.  Strangely when it's completely soft.  "It can
also be fucked, but not for any reproductive purposes, and would have to be
smaller than my thumb." He held it up, "And I don't have sex with
children."

   "Well good," I been told a lotta things is wrong, but I still believe
that one.  I had to admit, the 1 real human boy I saw was probably smaller
than that, at the time.

   "And I haven't developed my vaginal duct much at all."

   "You have one?"

   He held it up, and pulled, so his scrotum stretched tight over his eggs.
"See?" He spread it with his fingers, and flattened some hairs behind them,
until a little pink line started to appear, but it was absolutely tiny. 
"I'm technically semihermaphroditic, because I didn't suppress either set
of ducts, but developed the Woffian ones, and left these vestigal."

   "Why?"

   "Well, for one thing, I had to fight like hell to suppress the atrophy,
and keep the Mullerian set.  Huh!  It's too involved to go into, but the
quick answer is, uh?" He was so close I could reach out, and touch him, so
I did.  He let go, so I gripped the main thing, and just leaned over.  On
the toilet, I didn't think about it at the time, but I felt the tiny head
in there, and squeezed behind it.

   "You want me to get erect?"

   "Yes," that would be great, but then I opened my mouth, and felt it roll
out in there.  Rapidly, I pulled my head back, and it slipped out when it
stopped getting longer, but I licked my lips, and held it up.  "Hm," I
still had to squeeze it out, or no, pushing back works better.  I laughed,
it looked so cute, like that horrible little boy that called me a freak. 
But here was another freak, so it wasn't scary at all.

   I picked up the washcloth, it smelled unpleasent, so I washed it before
I put it back in my mouth.  "Hhhn," through my nose, I opened my mouth to
take a breath, then sucked it, and pulled the skin back with my lips again.
I see what he means about a natural lubricant, but maybe if I get it wetter
it will be easier to get him inside me again.

   It hurt a little, for a moment, but because I tensed.  I couldn't help
it, doing it all by itself, but maybe we did go to fast.  I don't care,
because i really want him to fuck me, like a man, now that I'm past how
nasty I thought it'd be.  Baptist upbringing, and homophobia.  As much as
they talked about diversity, they really wanted to "Save" dark little
children, and make us whiter.  American, like them.  Like they did, after
they left their more traditional Viet/Korean families.

   But this is right, I even like it.  I believe because I can feel all
around it better with my mouth, and the strange inhuman way it turns inside
out.  When it gets erect, now it's held out, the erectile tissue keeps it
out with it's stiffness, but it must be at least 8 inches long.  And,
perhaps a little more than an inch wide, though it's ever so little thicker
at the base, than the small boyish head, which actually pinches it down
once you roll the double layer of skin back from around it.

   "HhehH!" I stood up, and turned around.  "You want to try again?" Bent
over the sink cabinet, looked up at my face in the mirror.  Then closed my
eyes, turned, and rested my cheek against the cool flat surface. 
"Hhhhhhhhh!" Deep breath, relax, try pushing out, that seemed to loosen it,
and spread it, "Ah!  Mh!" Yeah.  "Hhhhhh!" Relax.  His fingers felt around
my hips, the bones, buried in the tops of my thighs, but he pushed those
down, to grip it, and sink even deeper into me.

   "I need an answer," his breath on the back of my ear.  "About the
fluids?"

   "Yes!" I tightened, "Infect me!" I wanted to milk it out of him.  "Make
me like you, Ah!" I relaxed, and my chin squeaked.  Down on the mirror, I
would have fell, without it to hold me up.  "Hhhhhhhhh,'

   .

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