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Third World War
Charissa Michelle
Copyright 2000
I will start by giving you the background on my story.
It was in 2052 that the planetary war, or Third World War ended. It was all
started by an accidental computer malfunction in 2038. It was the day that a
computer's time came to a halt, by wrapping itself to zero. There was an old
computer somewhere in a third world country that had never been upgraded. It was
still running some old version of Unix.
Anyway, the country misinterpreted the computers output and sent missiles
flying. Over the course of maybe two hours missiles from many other countries
were flying all over the place.
I was only 4 at the time. I remember my Dad getting a video page saying to bring
his family and 2 other families of his choice to the underground work facility
outside of town. That was where he worked. We rushed to the place. He kept
asking out loud what would cause a level 9 government emergency.
We had just reached the facility when we found out that a warhead detonated in
the middle of town. The whole US was being bombarded, as well as a number of
other countries. The only thing that saved us was we had a quantum shield
generator and we were underground.
We spent the next 14 years down there. The war ended in 2041, but there were
nine years of radiation cleanup needed for the planet. So the actual
documentation says 2052. The world population went from 9 billion to around 800
million.
Most of the 800 million had lived on the surface and had radiation poisoning.
That was the big problem. One of the consequences of radiation poisoning was
sterility. There were only about 300,000 people left that weren't sterile and
many of those had taken from months to years to recover from the radiation
burns.
They knew this was going to happen a few days after the war started, if you can
really call it a war. The facility we were at could hold up to 20,000 people.
They began to ship people, mostly those of ages 4-15 and their parents to our
place. Large families were popular.
They started everyone in schools and told them what their plans were. Anyone who
could bare children were to have at least 4 and every male would give sperm
whenever they could for the genetic source.
So, when I turned 13 and entered puberty, every day I would give sperm samples
for the next 4 years. I began to become envious of the girls. They were treated
nicer, got to wear nicer, softer clothing, and were in general more respected. I
had always been jealous of girls and had wanted to be a girl ever since I could
remember. I was always wearing my sister's clothes, which my mother loved and I
was in heaven. Which brings me to the next part of my story.
We were lucky that food wasn't a problem. When the Quantum Computers became
usable they discovered how to turn energy into matter, but only in small amounts
at a time. That allowed us food and water, but nothing else, it took too much
energy. It was hoped that they could make it more efficient but there were too
many other problems.
As I grew older and the more I learned, I found that I was great with girl
things and less great with guy things. Sports were not like they used to be, by
the time I was 16 I had 'fathered' 32 children. Twenty-one were girls; the
others were boys except for 1 that was a hermaphrodite. I had only had
intercourse with two girls, both of whom became pregnant, and both were boys.
My sister, when turning 16 began having sex like crazy, and was pregnant within
two months, it was a social standard of the day. Mom had given birth to twins
too, she had gotten a pair of eggs from my sister. It was a boy and a girl.
I knew they were working on things that would make life easier on everyone. They
had figured out a way to regenerate lost tissue, but could not get it to
stabilize well enough, so they only used it in extremely rare cases where it
would allow people to heal naturally with regenerated tissue. It saved many
lives.
The problem was it didn't help much with radiation poisoning. Even when the
people would be regenerated, it would quickly fail and sometimes cause other
problems. That was when they figured out how to regenerate tissue long enough to
get sperm and egg samples from lesser radiation-poisoned people, this helped
greatly. They made many efforts to help cure radiation-poisoned people, but for
whatever reason, it never seemed to work. So they began to work on other things,
like genetic manipulation, but decided that was too dangerous after much debate.
After a few months they figured out a way to change a person sex. Boys and girls
would be changed, all for the sake of the genetic pool, but it was their option.
The actual genetic codes of the children were not changed, other than their X
and Y chromosomes. The advantage to this was that boys and girls could both give
birth, giving us the ability to expand the number of children born, if only by a
slight bit. Once changed, they could change the person back. In the early stages
they had changed some women into men for a few weeks and taken sperm samples.
They were changed back will no ill effect.
Once they had that running, they began working on guaranteed sex of a child.
They knew they would need more women than men, as the current population was
about 65% male and 35% female, mostly due to the random chance of the children's
births.
That's how my life got started and how everything changed. It's hard to believe
looking back now after everything has been fixed, that the children of the war
are now making progress everywhere in the world and that it was all started by a
computer error.
Anyway, here is what happened to me.
My Dad came to me a month before I was to turn 17 and told me everything. I
understood it was to be my choice; no one had to do it, but he also knew that I
was more akin to being a girl than a boy. At first I said no, but then a couple
of weeks later I went to my Dad's lab and told him that I would, if he would do
it then, and there.
Of course he agreed, as did the others in the lab. I told Dad not to tell Mom or
my sister, for I wanted to tell them. I was put into a large chamber and given a
shot, after 2 hours I was taken out, which I only thought was a few minutes.
When I got out nothing had changed; I was still the old me. Dad then told me I
would begin changing over the next 2 days.
They didn't go into details, but they had figured out a way to slow the process
so the body would not reject what was happening. You would think that if they
could do this they could help the radiation-poisoned people. Actually they did,
but it took quite a few years before they figured out where they went wrong. I
guess it was a simple mathematical calculation. Too bad it cost thousands of
lives.
It was late in the afternoon when I finally reached home, or what we called
home, a small apartment in the complex. It was one of the nicer ones though,
since my Dad was one of the scientists. I was getting tired so I got a glass of
water and headed to my room. I stopped as I passed my sisters room, who was a
year older than me, and looked in.
She wasn't there, so I went in on impulse and found a satin nightgown that she
didn't wear often. I took it to my room and put it on. It didn't take long once
I hit the bed before I fell asleep. I had many dreams the next couple of hours I
was asleep, but I can't remember any details.
I woke up hearing Mom call me for supper from my door. I said I would be there
in a few minutes. I looked at the clock and noticed that I had slept for almost
4 hours. I felt much better, but still tired.
I got up and took the nightgown off and put on sweats that I normally wore
around the complex. I didn't even think to see if anything had changed. My body
itself hadn't changed that much since my sweats fit like they always had, or at
least I thought so when I looked later.
I found out that I was changing when I went to help Mom put dinner on the table.
She turned around and ran her elbow into my chest, only lightly bumping it, but
man did it hurt. I went to the bathroom where there was a full-length mirror and
looked at myself. I didn't see anything different. Though when I lifted up my
sweatshirt I noticed my nipples where a little larger and slightly swollen. I
almost screamed in excitement until I realized that Dad had just gotten home and
probably hadn't told Mom yet since I requested him not to.
I calmed myself down, used the bathroom for what it was intended for and
returned to the supper table. We ate quietly, like always. I quickly returned to
my room after we ate. I was still quite tired and found myself falling asleep
quite soon.
I woke up a while later, Mom and Dad were watching TV and my sister was in her
bedroom. So after my natural instinct of relieving myself I made my way into her
room. There was no yelling like she used too as I opened the door with a slight
knock. She liked her privacy, but she could tell there was something different
about me then and her natural curiosity took over.
I sat down and spilled my guts. Not literally of course, but you understand. We
giggled and talked. I showed her that my nipples were larger and sore. I even
showed her my shrinking penis. She thought it was a hoot.
That night my sister came to my room more or less unannounced. I really didn't
know what she was doing until she took off her clothes. She whispered something
about being the last time I would have sex with a girl, and she was so turned on
with the fact that I was part boy and part girl that she couldn't stand it
anymore.
Needless to say that was the best sex of my life as a boy. And it was hard to
keep quiet. The next morning she sneaked back to her room and changed after Dad
had gone to work and Mom was doing something else. I woke up feeling different.
My breasts had grown, as well as my hips. My waist had shank and my penis was
all but non-existent. There was no way that I was a boy anymore! I called Mom to
have her help me.
As she came in fairly quickly I had just taken a bra that my sister had left,
one of her older ones. Mom gasped, as I calmly asked her to help me with putting
on the bra for the first time. Mom was almost in tears when she finally got over
the shell shock of seeing my nicely pert A cup breasts hanging there.
We hugged, cried, and talked. Over the next few hours Mom came to understand me
more, as I definitely came to understand her much more. Everything seemed to be
falling into place.
After a couple of months I began dating a few guys and finally found the guy
that I wanted more than anything. He was actually my best friend. I never
realized I loved him so much until one day he kissed me when we were talking
about something non-important. I kissed back.
We had sex right on the couch in our living room. We were still at it when Mom
came home. It was quite funny actually. Since my sister was at a friend's for
the night, and Dad wasn't due home for another 2 hours she took us both to her
bedroom and thoroughly reamed us for doing it on the couch. What makes it so
funny is that both she and I became pregnant that night.
Months later, when I finally realized that she couldn't have gotten pregnant,
she told me she had gotten another egg from my sister and had it implanted in
the perfect spot the day before. She had been so horny and had to release it at
that time, she took a chance with my new boyfriend and I, since my Dad had not
made it back home in time the night before. For better or worse the chance
failed, and succeeded, depending on how you look at it.
I now have 48 actual genetic children. I have given birth to 4, all girls by the
way. My life has turned out great. I live in a huge house overlooking the
Atlantic Ocean. My husband and I have sex more than we probably should, but I
want to try for twins and my sister loves coming over for a group thing.
It's not hard to imagine that our generation and the next few are going to be
quite sexually oriented. Even if we are finally 'folding space' and traveling to
distant planets doesn't mean we can't have a good time and procreate!
They finally allowed genetic manipulation into some of the programs they were
doing, figuring out how to get rid of genetic disorders and some diseases. They
even figured out how to extend one's life. Which is a good thing in some ways.
That will mean I will have that chance at having twin girls like Mom did.
What was the most interesting was that a few years later Mom and Dad both went
through the process. Dad has mothered 3 children, identical twin girls and a
boy. What a life we have now. You want to be a boy, step right up, you want to
be a girl, here's your chance. Just name the time!
The End
Vera
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