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Morphic Adaptation Unit - All Alone A forest ranger in a remote cabin finds an MAU. After experimenting a bit, he finds a way to alleviate his loneliness. *********************************************** Morphic Adaptation Unit - All Alone Rick stood atop the fire tower and sighed for perhaps the thousandth time. The perfect blue sky, the deep green of the pine forest, the gentle breeze in the 80 degree day - none of that seemed to penetrate the visible funk he was in. To Rick, even the singing of the birds mocked him. True, as a ranger in the forest service, he'd chosen a life near the wilderness, near the nature he so loved. But it was a lonely job. He worked in this remote cabin, all alone most of the time, five days out of the week. The nearest habitation was almost a hundred miles away, and apart from the occasional hiking and camping group, his days on the job were solitary. Rick knew his social skills were lacking; in part, it was because he was isolated so much of the time. A larger part, however, came because of his deep unease at being around women. Rick wasn't unattractive to the ladies; he had a rugged manliness about him. Just over six feet tall, well-toned body from all his outdoor exercise, tanned, Rick had a movie-star physique. Penetrating blue eyes and a firm jaw gave him a 'Mountie' look, especially when he was wearing his broad-brimmed Ranger hat. The problem was that Rick didn't feel attractive, or even interesting to women. Sure, with the guys he could laugh and joke and have a good time. But whenever a woman came around, he felt cold and clammy, and his tongue seemed to swell so it was impossible to talk, even if he could think of anything to say. In short, Rick was inept around girls. A come-on from a woman, which happened frequently due to his rugged handsome looks, inevitably resulted in Rick becoming petrified with fear just before he turned tail and fled. And that simple fact made his life miserable. While the woods were his friend, he needed a lover, someone to share his interests with. And even more, Rick needed someone to share his physical needs with. At thirty-two, Rick was among the rarest of creatures, a male virgin. It wasn't for lack of desire, but simply because he lost his nerve whenever a girl came within fifty yards. Most of the time, Rick was bored doing the routine fire watch. This time, however, he was fighting to keep focused on his job. Earlier in the day, he'd spied a dark column in the forest. Fearing fire, he went to investigate. But there was no fire; what he found was a newly-blasted crater, and in its center, half-buried in the dirt, a strange metal box, sort of like an attache case. Right now, the case was in the cabin, just a few yards from the fire watch tower, and Rick was so eager to look at it more closely. But he had a job to do, and he painfully forced himself to set aside his curiosity. Finally, he finished his scans, and he dropped his binoculars, letting them thump against his chest as they dangled from the neck strap. Slowly at first, Rick started down the rustic stairs of the wooden tower, but by the time he got to the bottom, he was taking the steps in twos and threes. ********** Rick's stomach growled with hunger, but he ignored it. In front of him, on one of the few pieces of furniture in the cabin, was the strange metal case. He turned it over carefully, for perhaps the tenth time, each time scrutinizing the sides. Rick was stumped; the box was too light to be solid, but he could find no evidence of any seams or openings, or even of welds in the metal. It was like it was formed from one solid piece. And the metal - even his screwdriver hadn't made so much as a scratch on the smooth surface. Rick turned it back over and stared at the symbols on the top, or what he presumed was the top. The dirty markings were strange to him, and as he wiped them to clean away some of the mud, the box began to quiver. Slowly at first, it seemed to stretch. Rick backed away - he'd seen the B-movies where brain-sucking aliens and other equally gruesome fates befell the unlucky. He watched, wide-eyed and half paralyzed with fear as the box, still stretching, slid onto the floor. For a brief moment, it stopped, then mysteriously, it simply flipped, then continued to grow, as if it knew up from down. When it stopped growing, it was bigger than a good-sized phone booth, and almost completely plain. Rick watched carefully, ready to bolt for the door should anything strange happen. Finally, after nearly twenty minutes, he was convinced nothing bad was going to happen. He approached the box and began to examine it more closely. Rick found the black display and red crystalline touch plate almost immediately. The purple jewel-like button beside the touch plate was also hard to miss. Apart from those features, however, the box was plain, a dull silvery metal with no trace of a seam or joint. Rick scratched his head and returned to the few features on the box. It took only a few seconds before Rick touched the red plate, and the box responded. The display changed instantly, from the flat black of nothingness to a scrolling page of the strange alien symbols. Rick flinched, half- expecting the box to open and reveal some weird alien. He was both relieved and a touch disappointed when nothing of the sort happened. The display merely continued its scrolling, until after a few moments, it quit. The last page was left flashing, and Rick crept closer. Not knowing what else to do, he touched the plate again. This time, the display blanked, and then slowly, a figure began to form on the display. It was hazy at first, and then it cleared, displaying a strange hybrid of a tabloid silver alien, ET, and a few other B-movie space aliens. Rick stepped back, and the display froze. He stared at the image long and hard, and finally, something clicked. His fears had conjured up the hideous combination of aliens, and the machine had made the display match. Rick stepped to the plate again, and this time, he knew what to try. Once more, the image shifted, until at last, it displayed a woman. And not just any woman, but a fully nude image of a young Raquel Welch that Rick had seen as a boy and had fantasized about ever since. In short order, Rick tired of the nude woman game and conjured up an image of himself. Every thought he had was translated onto the display, Rick had realized, and now, he thought of improvements to his body. His chest expanded, becoming more muscular. Likewise, his biceps improved. Rick smiled, then he frowned. Another quick touch and his manhood was larger. Rick continued to sculpt his image until he figured it was perfect. He stepped back to admire his handiwork. After a few moments admiring the image, Rick stepped back to the plate. Or rather, he tried. The toe of his shoe caught on the rug, and he nearly sprawled face-first against the alien box. By chance, his hand, flailing for a handhold, touched the purple button. Just like that, an opening appeared in the side of the box. After regaining his balance, Rick peered cautiously into the box. If he'd expected anything, he was disappointed. With the exception of the glowing yellow circle at the top and the purple crystal on one inside wall, it was as featureless as the outside of the box. Rick stepped into the box, and driven by curiosity, touched the purple crystal to see what it might do. Moments later, Rick backed out of the box, his face ashen. He'd been trapped inside, and then the strange red light washed over him, leaving him feeling faint and tingling. His imagination was conjuring up frightening scenarios, most involving alien kidnapping or brainwashing or brain parasites. He backed away from the box, his eyes fixed on the devilish machine. And then he happened to glance down at himself. His jaw dropped open as he admired the body which the machine had given him. He stepped back toward the machine, to the image frozen on the display. His gaze alternated between his body and the image, until he finally realized that in every detail his body matched the image on the display. ********** His shirt strained by his new bulging muscles, Rick strutted back and forth on the observation deck. He'd done his campground rounds, and checked in on a logging operation, and now he was doing his evening fire watch. He was both thrilled and frustrated; at one campground, a couple of young ladies had really flirted with him. He attributed it to his new movie-star looks. Unfortunately, the machine hadn't given him any self-confidence, and as usual, he'd become terrified when the women started getting suggestive. He strode into the cabin, and as he ate his dinner, he flipped on the television. Rick was only too grateful for the dish television receiver; until that had been installed, nights got long and boring. He flipped through the channels, and after a while, he settled on one of the adult channels. Rick suppressed a scream of frustration. The movie was quite explicit, and Rick felt his own physical needs surging. His large manhood became almost painfully erect, begging for attention. The irony was lost on Rick; with but a word, either or both of the young ladies would have been only too happy to do with him as much as, or more than, the girl in the movie was doing to the man. But the word wouldn't come, and Rick was left sitting alone on his couch, rubbing himself frantically to relieve some of his sexual tension. Finally, he exploded in a bigger, more intense orgasm than usual, and after a few seconds to calm down, he turned off the television and went to bed. ********** It was quite late when Rick arrived back at his cabin; a camper had phoned in an emergency when his son and the son's friend got lost. Rick spent some time calming down the man to get the particulars. After that, it was pretty straightforward. All the time in the woods hadn't been lost on Rick; the boys, fourteen and fifteen, had left a painfully obvious trail. Rick tracked them for a couple of hours; the boys had stupidly decided that they could find their way back to camp after they'd realized they were lost. Another hour to return them to their camp, a good stern lecture about getting lost in the woods, and Rick headed for his cabin. Rick flipped on the television as he wolfed down his dinner. He flipped the plate to one side as he began to channel surf once more. And once more, like usual, the channel ended up on an adult channel. Rick groaned in frustration as he watched the carnal acts, wishing that he could somehow muster some courage around women. Then, maybe, he'd have a chance. He whacked off again, but this time, he was left feeling somehow unsatisfied. And he was wide awake. Rick found himself watching the movie much more closely, and he noticed, for the first time, how the women were reacting. He leaned forward, intently studying the screen. It was as if the women were having non-stop orgasms, even after the guy was spent. Funny, but he'd never noticed that before. It got Rick thinking. Eventually, his thoughts converged on a strange idea. He glanced at the screen, at the big-titted actress getting dorked, and then at the silver box. Back at the screen, then the box again. Finally, he couldn't take it any more. He stepped to the box and pressed his hand against the reddish plate. A bit of mental work to concentrate on an image, then he touched the purple crystal. When he emerged, he was already feeling up the large breasts on his chest, marveling at the sensitivity of the nipples. Rick had become the large-breasted girl in the porno movie, a five- foot three curvy girl of about nineteen, with huge boobs (F-cups, he would have been interested to note), a wasp waist, and wavy blonde hair falling to nearly his round feminine ass. Rick sank back onto the couch, a touch annoyed at how his boobs bounced on his chest. Still, he continued to caress his nipples, and he was quickly moaning at the wonderfully warm feeling radiating from his nipples into his body. It was a feeling unlike anything he'd ever known. Then, slowly, as if afraid of what he was doing, Rick let one hand slide toward his waist, toward the 'forbidden' zone, the place he'd only dreamed of going. And now, through this strange alien technology, he was going to explore that zone - even if it was on his body. To say that Rick was clumsy would have been an understatement. He knew nothing of female anatomy. His pace rushed by the ongoing and erotic stimulation of his big brown nipples, Rick began to touch his new sex, looking for what turned him on. His finger slid between the outer lips, and then as he explored his new body further, he rubbed over his new clitoris. The pleasant sensation from his nipple was overwhelmed by the powerful new feeling which seemed to explode inward from his clit. His crotch began to feel hot as he touched himself again, then again. His mind ached to explore this body further; he knew there was a vagina down there - somewhere. But his baser instincts kept his hand firmly planted, his finger caressing his clit until the pleasure built to a crescendo. A tidal wave of passionate energy burst upon Rick, and he felt his entire lower body pulsing with the spasms of his first orgasm. And unlike his male orgasms, which centered on his external organ, this seemed to reach inside him to engulf his entire body. The orgasm died down, and Rick gasped for breath. It had been powerful, that was for sure. And then, as he continued to explore new territory, he touched the clit again. The sensual pleasure returned, almost instantly renewed. Rick's eyes widened as he touched himself again, and again he pushed his body into the throes of a major orgasm. And then another, and another. On and on he went, driving his body wild with a passion he'd never known. He felt himself weakening, his vision slowly blurring, but his primal drive couldn't let up, couldn't stop the wonderful pleasure he felt. As one last crest broke into an orgasm, Rick's consciousness slowly faded. ********** His daily duties were painfully long to Rick. He wanted to get back to his machine, to the joyful sex he'd discovered it could give him. He'd awakened in the middle of the night, and after getting a couple last orgasms, he changed back to his own body, then got a couple hours of sleep. And now, he couldn't wait to repeat the entire process. This time, he cut down on the breast size. While he really admired the large boobs on women, he'd discovered that they were really a pain to bear on his own body. A-cups were enough - a little bounce which was sexy to watch and feel, and ultra-sensitive nipples. What Rick hadn't realized was that his thoughts - of nearly orgasmic nipples, were read by the machine, which dutifully made the smaller tits super sensitive, just as he wanted. The rest of the body was pretty much the same. This time, he managed to control his urges for a few moments, at least until he was ready. He flopped down on the couch, turned on the sex channel, and as he watched the on-screen boffing, he reached beside himself and retrieved a large cucumber which he'd taken from his 'fridge. Rick's mind was fighting against very powerful primitive impulses. On the one hand, he was having this repulsive thought of shoving the large foreign object up inside the pussy which he wasn't supposed to have. On the other hand, he needed it. He really, really needed to feel the sensation of sex, even if it was from a woman's perspective. While he played with one nipple, Rick rubbed the vegetable up and down across his clit, and he felt himself getting hot and moist. Finally, as he felt his orgasm coming on, he moved the cucumber down slightly, and with some pushing, he felt it slide almost effortlessly inside him. Rick gasped in shock - the firmness was unlike he'd expected. And once more, his misunderstanding of female anatomy caught him. Rick didn't know that the inside of a vagina was not nearly as sensitive as the clit or a woman's nipples. He'd mistakenly assumed it was just sensitive, just as erogenous, as the clit. The machine, reading his brain waves, found no reason not to give him a super-sensitive cunt. As a result, as the cucumber slid into him, Rick's entire body shook with the massive orgasm which rocked him. In and out he pumped the makeshift dildo, while he screamed uncontrollably as orgasm after orgasm wracked his delicate feminine body. ********** When Rick awoke, he realized he'd passed out with the cucumber still inside him. He grasped the vegetable, and as it slid out, Rick felt his arousal instantly return. He slid the cucumber over his clit as he teased his nipple, and soon, another in a long chain of orgasms washed over his body. The first rays of sunlight caught Rick's attention. Reluctantly, but with a very contented look on his face, he padded to the machine and touched the pad. He quickly conjured up his old body, and with a quick change and shower, he was ready for his daily grind. The first thing Rick did when he got home was to turn on the television. In the few seconds it took for the set to warm up, Rick conjured up the female body, changed, and emerged, nude and ready for some serious masturbation. And the night's TV fare was kinkier than the previous evening. A shemale, a pre-operative transsexual, was doing another woman. Rick found the concept both interesting and disgusting. He couldn't stop staring at the large dick on the shemale; he'd had the cucumber inside him the night before, and he was curious as to what a real dick felt like. He brought himself to a few quick orgasms, and then sat back, watching the TV. A strange thought occurred to Rick, and he padded to the control plate on the alien box. It took some serious doing, but finally, he got the image he wanted. He stepped inside the box... ...only to emerge nearly unchanged. Unchanged, that is, except for the large male member in his groin. He went back to the couch, and as he watched the shemale on the TV getting a blowjob, he caressed one tit while stroking his dick. The arousal of the shemale on TV drove him, and as she came, he felt his own organ stiffen and shoot its load all over his chest and belly. Once more, Rick sat with a contented look. And then, he padded to the control plate again. This time, the display didn't change immediately. Instead, more of the alien characters scrolled across the screen. Rick frowned, then he touched the plate again. The symbols vanished, and he once more could make his thoughts appear on the display. More fiddling, and he let the box change him. This time, he had both sets of organs - a large masculine dick above a neatly formed vagina, taking the place of the clit. His balls were higher, spread apart to make room for the opening, and as usual, the machine had made all of his parts as sensitive as he imagined. Plus, as a hidden bonus, Rick's thoughts of being able to have more stamina and multiple orgasms in his male organ was a wish fulfilled. The machine had done a little custom tailoring to match his mental images: a little change to the circulatory system within his penis, a little neural rewiring, and Rick's organ was everything he'd ever imagined a dick should be - super sensitive, capable of multiple orgasms, and able to last time after time after time with very little recovery time. Rick stroked himself, and felt himself getting aroused both inside and out. He sat down, and the cucumber nearly vanished up his hole. In and out, faster and faster, he moved the vegetable, while his free hand stroked vigorously up and down his firm shaft. With one last shove, one last tight stroke, his body arched and he exploded. As his pussy contracted madly about the large firm cucumber, his cock pulsed, squirting his cum high on his chest. On and on his cock squirted, and whenever he added stimulation to his pussy, his cock pulsed some more. When Rick came to, he looked at himself. He was in a tiny, petite feminine body, with small tits, a huge dick, and a super-sensitive vagina. And it had given him the orgasm of orgasms. He smiled. Still, inside, there was something that wasn't quite satisfied. Something was missing. He'd masturbated up a storm the past few days, including in ways he hadn't dreamed of. But it wasn't quite the same. Rick went back to the display. He thought long and hard, and the machine read his thoughts. It was strange, what he was asking the machine to do, but not impossible. Slowly, it tailored the changes to suit Rick's mental image. When the display stopped, Rick stepped inside. The Rick that emerged was similar to the other body, with one major exception. This time, the machine had arranged his groin so that his cock was below his vagina. Not only that, but he had a clit as well! And there was something strange about his dick - like it was hinged or something. Rick touched his female parts, and his body shivered with anticipation of the pleasure. At the same time, his dick began to stiffen, responding to the same sensual inputs. Rick hastened to the sofa and sat down, his legs spread wide apart. With one hand, he cradled his dick, while he began to touch his clit with the other. He felt the rising heat, the passion within his loins, the need. And as his dick stiffened, he guided it - inside himself! The dick, still stiffening, touched his own pussy lips. The feeling of the moist heat on his dick head heightened Rick's arousal, and the frantic stimulation of his clit added to his growing excitement. The growth pushed the dick inward, until Rick felt himself inside his own pussy, a bizarre sexual act if ever Rick had seen or heard of one. And yet, unknown to Rick, the machine had made a very minor mental adjustment in his brain. Despite the odd nature of his genitalia, to Rick, it wasn't strange. He was comfortable enough with them to use them; in fact, his thoughts of being horny had been read by the machine, and now he was more aroused by his dual- sex nature than he otherwise would have been. One aspect of the genius of the machine became evident to Rick. He'd imagined the ability to fuck himself. The machine gave him just that. His dick had unusual flexibility, a pair of folding joint-like constructs, and a new set of muscles, with the neural adaptations to control them. These new physical attributes gave Rick the ability to pump his dick in and out of his own pussy. In and out, using the new muscles, Rick thrust himself, feeling both the warm heat around his dick and the firmness of a penis inside his ultra-sensitive pussy. Faster and faster, with ever increasing levels of pleasure, Rick pumped. For the first time in his life, Rick was having sex, and the power of the sensations pushed to the forefront of his mind. His imagination, fueled by lack of experience, had allowed the machine to make his new organs wonderfully sensitive. Even had he wanted, had he found his situation objectionable, Rick would have been unable to contain the sheer power of the sensations. The sex had become a burning need, the pleasure a trap. He was a helpless slave to his sexual needs and desires. As he continued to thrust, Rick's eyes suddenly widened, and he willed his muscles to pump a long last stroke. Then his dick exploded, at the same time as Rick's vaginal muscles rippled with their own orgasm around the male organ, as if milking it dry. Rick squirted a load of hot cum inside himself, and as his dick pulsed, it stimulated his pussy more. The coupled neural stimuli caused his dick to pulse anew. Over and over he shot inside himself, and when the waves of pleasure died down enough that Rick could catch his breath, he experimentally flexed the new muscles. A new set of orgasms cascaded through his neural system. Many hours later, Rick sat wide-eyed on the sofa. He'd just experienced sex. Not just once, but multiple times. And as both a woman and a man. He shivered at the memory of the pleasure. But as he watched the skies begin to lighten, the golden rays of sunlight starting to brush the tops of the pines with their yellow hues, Rick knew it was time to change back. With deep regrets, he stepped to the control plate of the box. The evening's experience had left him nearly exhausted, but very satisfied, and he really didn't want to stop. Nevertheless, he had a job to do. Rick touched the plate and allowed his mind to imagine the modified male body. Rick sighed as he reached for the purple crystal. He really didn't want to change back, so good had his changes been. But... Rick stopped suddenly. His mind, driven by the primitive passions he'd felt and the utter joy they'd given him, made him think. He slowly reached back to the red control plate. When the door reappeared, Rick stepped out, tall and muscular and ruggedly handsome. And...strange. He reached his hands down and caressed the large dark feminine nipples capping the tiny breasts on his chest. He marveled at how wonderful they felt, and yet, they were small and would be hidden by his shirt. His hand slipped down to his waist and his gaze followed. His dick hung, at an odd angle, large and limp. But above it was the woman's sex he'd had in the feminine body, a full vagina and clit. Rick touched the clit, and his eyes closed involuntarily as a shudder of pleasure shot through his body. At the same time, his penis reacted by starting to swell, stiffening with his body's excitement. He began to rub his clit with vigor, while his other hand played with his firm nipple. As he felt his arousal growing, his subconscious began to pump his rod up and down, the heat of his pussy adding to his now fully horny state. He felt his pussy tingling with sexual energy, and Rick flexed his new muscles. His dick dipped, then rose again, pausing momentarily at his pussy lips. As his muscles continued to flex, his shaft slid deeper and deeper into his hot waiting hole, until he was moaning softly with pleasure, his dick thrusting like a piston in and out, and all the while, his hands caressed his erect nipples and his clit. ********** Rick walked stiffly out to his ATV. His body still tingled with the aftereffects of his morning sex, and his dumb grin reflected his overall state of mind. He started the four wheeled ATV and climbed aboard, and as soon as he did, his body trembled. The vibration of the engine seemed to go straight to his clit, re- stirring the fires that had only recently died out. He glanced down, and saw the bulge forming in his pants. At the same time, his nipples grew firm, and Rick gasped at just how large - and obvious - his erect nipples were, even through his shirt - little nubs like thimbles protruding into the fabric as if they were trying to tear through the cloth. He felt his dick snag on a fold in his pants, and without thinking, he flexed his new muscles, freeing the firm organ. It was a mistake, Rick realized, as his rod flopped against the wet lips of his pussy. He tried to move it, but it rubbed on his already- stimulated clit, adding to his heightened state of arousal. Rick fought a brief mental battle, then he gave in. With a quick flex of his new muscles, his dick pulled down, then came back up, shooting like a laser-guided missile straight into his waiting cunt. A massive surge of pleasure coursed through his body as he began to pump himself. Slowly, so as not to interrupt his self-sex, Rick began to drive his ATV down the logging road, all the while fucking himself, a silly enigmatic grin frozen on his features, even as he gasped for breath between orgasms. ********** Rick hobbled awkwardly toward the fire tower. His contented grin hadn't abated; in fact, if anything, it was more prominent. Down in his trousers, his dick pumped in and out of his pussy, stroking over and over, keeping his the orgasmic fire burning. His legs were wobbly as he climbed up the stairs, and he had to pause, clinging tightly to the railing as yet another orgasm swept through him. He gasped for breath, then after a few minutes, he resumed his climb. At the top, he took his binoculars, and as he slowly scanned the forest, he felt his limp dick flop out of his pussy. He felt a little sad at that, but he knew that it would only be a matter of time before he was ready to fuck himself again. As he swept his view over the trees, he thought about the day. What a strange day it had been. He'd nearly wrecked on the ATV a number of times. Not only did the engine vibrations make his clit excited, but his dick got aroused too, and it seemed to have a mind of its own. And, to Rick's delight, his pussy was just as sensitive as his clit. No sooner did he slide his dick inside than the orgasms started, burst after burst of raw sexual pleasure, both within and without him. Even as his dick softened and started to slide out, it stimulated him, causing new orgasms in his pussy. And after a brief rest, his dick was stirring anew. He'd spent the entire day in heat, and he couldn't count how many times he'd screwed himself. As he walked into the cabin, Rick glanced with a grin at the metal box. It had given him so much by allowing him to design his body this way. But now, he realized, he had to stop. At least for a while. Just for a night's rest, he convinced himself. He could change back for the weekend. Or for another night. Rick knew he was trying to convince himself to change, and he felt powerful, unseen forces fighting against him. Parts of his brain that he didn't understand didn't want the change back, were enjoying the unique configuration too much. Rick was weak and needed some respite from the non-stop copulation, and he used that argument against his primal desires. But first.... When he finished yet another self-fuck, Rick stepped to the machine. He lifted his hand, albeit very reluctantly, to the control plate. Even as he reached for it, he knew his heart really wasn't in the change. He really wasn't sure he wanted to give up the unique body he had, the means of making up for long years of virginity. Rick forced himself to touch the plate, to activate the machine and restore his body. The machine refused to respond. The display stayed frozen, no matter how many times or how insistently Rick touched it. The only response Rick could elicit was a display of the strange and unintelligible alien characters. Even as his higher brain functions began to panic at the fact that the machine wasn't working, deep down, his subconscious thoughts were ecstatic. The thought of being stuck stirred a strange combination of feelings within Rick, and his dick began to stir anew. He cried in frustration at what he'd become, but even then, his body was moving to take advantage, his dick reaching slowly, inexorably, for his hot wet pussy. The anguish quickly transformed into pleasure and passion, and the thoughts of being stuck were forgotten, at least momentarily, as Rick penetrated himself once more. ********** C sat in the passenger seat of the station wagon and carefully folded up the paper. He glanced at his partner, the man driving the car through the forest. "You think this is for real?" he asked skeptically. D didn't glance at C, concentrating instead on his driving. "You know this tabloid's record," he reminded his junior partner. "They don't make this shit up very often. Not since the boxes started showing up." C shook his head. "Yeah," he answered, "I know. But a hermaphroditic hermit, living in the woods, giving birth to his own baby?" D laughed dryly. "It sounds silly. Still, it's just the kind of warped kinky thing someone would do with a box." C snorted. "Yeah," he finally agreed. He watched the trees go by for a few moments as he contemplated the situation. "You know, a year ago, I wouldn't have believed any of this. Especially a man screwing himself and knocking himself up. Let alone an ex forest ranger now living like a hermit. But those damned boxes..." He didn't need to finish his sentence. "I just don't understand why," he finally said. D shrugged. "If you lived all alone, wouldn't you want to have sex once in a while? Seems like he found the perfect solution to his problem." His answer left his partner staring at him, wondering just what kind of motivation kept D in their strange line of work, whether D just found this amusing, or whether he was driven by other forces that C would never understand. FIN