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PROBLEM AND SOLUTION
By SsiRuuk25
Dave Lillard, a young, kind, religious man, nervously
shifted his weight in the seat. He had just left work, and
was driving home. Many things could be said of him. He was
a staunch Catholic, but did not let this interfere with his
education. He was an engineer, working for a company that
designed medical equipment. He generally accepted the
evolutionary view, but behind it all was the Lord, in his
opinion.
He was happily engaged to Laura Stanford. She was a smart,
beautiful woman. She was technically Catholic, but nowhere
near as religious as Dave. Dave reached down into his
crotch at the thought of her, and stopped, remembering all
that had happened.
Dave sighed. Their marriage had been strained over the past
nineteen months or so. It wasn't that they didn't love each
other anymore, but they were having an argument, the worst
kind. An argument about religion. Dave became angry, angry
at Laura, at himself, and at the world. And, most of all,
angry at Dr. Peter Thompson. Oh how he hated the man. Of
course he wasn't alone in this. The whole world did.
Dave pulled into the driveway, beginning to mull over what
he had heard at the office today. Rumors that the Solution
was near to being release, or even that it had. It was hard
for Dave to believe it though. As someone who worked with
medical technology, he knew the Solution was probably far
off. Even if it did turn out to be drawn from that
crackpot, Dempstead. Who had ever heard of such an idea,
ridiculous? Dave didn't even have to call it to mind
anymore to know how ridiculous it had been. But, many
people had taken it seriously. Of course, Laura did. And if
she had heard any of the rumors, that would mean another
fight that night. And it had been a long day.
Dave walked up to the door, unconsciously preparing himself
for an argument that would out shine even the Lincoln-
Douglass debates. Of course, Dave thought, all they had to
argue about was slavery and the possible break up of the
country.
"Hello, David," Laura said in the tone that had become more
and more natural for her over the past nineteen months.
Dave grunted mentally in frustration. That tone also meant
an argument was imminent. And Dave was in no mood.
"Hey, Laura," Dave said, trying to walk past her into the
dining room. But it couldn't be that easy, could it. Laura
stepped between him and his destination.
"Laura," Dave said, using his most tired sounding voice,
"please, can we please skip the argument. I'm in no mood
tonight. It's been a long day, and I just want to rest for
a while. I don't feel like arguing about Dempstead's
Solution or the Disease. Please, honey, not tonight."
Laura looked at him, almost as if suspecting that he knew
that he could not win an argument, and was trying to get
out of it for that reason. Then her face softened, it
became more beautiful as the anger and determination
drained from her face. She even managed a smile.
"I'm sorry dear. I guess we've both been strung out by this
whole thing. But you know, it is..."
Dave held up a hand immediately when he sensed that she was
moving towards and argument. He was in no mood, and the
ease with which she seemed to be willing to start one made
him not want one even more.
"Please, Laura, just let me sit down for a while. Let me
rest. I'll help with dinner after that, okay," Dave said,
already moving towards his chair.
"Okay, Dave, just relax for a while," Laura said, walking
off into another room as David sat down and closed his
eyes.
He didn't want to think, but the thoughts came anyway. Oh,
all the problems the Disease had caused, and how Dempstead,
if his Solution were to be adopted, would have compounded.
How much more complicated would things become.
There was only one problem in the world today, and when
people said "the solution", they meant "the Solution".
There were no others. Everything else paled in comparison.
There was no war, no conflict. Hunger was disappearing.
Human life was too precious, a scarce resource, only
becoming more so every day. And there was only one disease,
the Disease. It was the only one that mattered any more,
the only one that would wipe out mankind. And things had
been so normal only nineteen months before. Before the
Disease...
The Problem
It had been two weeks since the Disease had been unleashed
on the world. A U.S. Special Forces team had tried to stop
Dr. Thompson from finishing his project. Those troops were
the first victims. From there, the Disease had spread
across the world. Nothing like it had ever existed. Unlike
every other disease ever unleashed against mankind, there
was relatively little pain involved, no death, nothing that
plagues like the Black Death, malaria, or AIDS did. This
plague did something different. It crippled the
reproductive organs of the respective genders.
Dr. Thompson would be called mad, crazy. Perhaps he was,
but such things are subjective. Dr. Thompson grew up
normally, and decided to go into biology and medicine. He
could afford to do both. His parents were rich. He arrived
in college young and hopeful, ready to do the world good.
Fatefully, his roommate freshman year, one Charles Vern,
was an ardent environmentalist. At first, because the two
came from completely different backgrounds, they could not
get along at all. Eventually though, the young Dr. Thompson
came around to his roommate's views.
They were extreme, Vern advocated the reversion of mankind
to barbarism, leaving technology behind, and living in
nature. Still, Dr. Thompson listened, and began thinking.
He looked out on the world, and he saw murder, cheating,
famine, and all of mankind's vices. He began to come around
to the idea that mankind had no right to dominate as it
did. Over the next several years, as Dr. Thompson's
education progressed, he tried to think of ways to solve
nature's problems. It was at the very end of his studies,
that he came upon a solution.
He was adverse to actual physical death, a combination of
his medical indoctrination and his own, now twisted, moral
code. He decided that the best way was to create a quickly
spreading virus that would cripple or even degenerate the
reproductive organs of both sexes. An ambitious idea, but
once he became focused on it, nothing would stop him. When
he told his parents that he wanted to set up a research
facility, they were happy to oblige.
Over the next fifteen years, in utter secrecy, he and a
group of selected, indoctrinated coworkers developed what
would be the Disease. When they did, and there was a great
celebration, the secret leaked. Thus the Special Forces
that attempted to stop Dr. Thompson. Unfortunately, Dr.
Thompson worked quickly from there, and was able to get the
disease started by the time the Special Forces arrived to
stop him. He died that day, but his Disease lived on. And
now, two weeks later, all but a slim 1.16 million people
worldwide still had workable genitals.
Many solutions were proposed immediately. Cloning, mass
artificial insemination, and similar ideas were thrown on
the table. Research on an antidote was begun. The Disease
would continue to affect any new children, so any effort
would have to be massive and ongoing. All ideas required
massive resources, and it seemed there could be no answer.
The Solution
It was a year later that a young biologist, Martin
Dempstead, made a proposal that was so radical, so "out-of-
the-box", that no one else could have thought of it.
Dempstead was only twenty-two. He was a virgin, and had
always been adverse to relations with the fairer sex, and,
if it weren't for the apparent fact that the Disease and
its consequences would wipe out mankind, he wouldn't have
much minded. But Dempstead believed that mankind was
fundamentally good, and wished it to continue.
The Solution, as it turned out was simple. It had become
obvious over the last year, very quickly in fact, that
while the sperm and eggs were still being produced, that
there was no way to transfer the sperm from the male to the
female, their respective genitals having been practically
erased from their crotches. There were small openings were
you could urinate, and where the sperm could and would come
out, and where they could go in to meet the egg. However,
release of sperm, ejaculation, was very difficult to
achieve. And even then, there was no way to guarantee a
sufficient number of sperm would be able to reach the egg
to achieve fertilization. Sex was necessary, but it was
impossible.
It was also impossible to develop a counter agent of any
kind, but, drawing on the research of Dr. Thompson, one
could cause even MORE changes. And thus, Dempstead's
suggestion: create a third sex. The idea was marvelously
simple. A third sex, whose only purpose would be to
facilitate sex between the two other sexes would be
created. They would have genitals of sorts, a double set of
"tubes" that would serve as a means of taking the sperm
from the male, after inducing ejaculation, and carrying it
over to the female, where it would be deposited in a way
that the sperm could reach the egg in sufficient numbers.
Birth would be by cesarean section. It took only six
months. The resulting virus would spread quickly, as
quickly as the Disease had, and about one out of every
three people on the planet would be transformed. Moreover,
even those that weren't affected would be able to give
birth to those members of the third gender. There was a new
Z chromosome that would accomplish all this.
The church and several religious groups resisted. Marriages
would need to be three way affairs. Sociologists and
psychologists also dissented. They claimed that people were
built for two way relationships only, and a three way
relationship would be precariously unstable. Still, plans
went ahead. There seemed to be no other practical way to
save humanity. So, nineteen months after the Disease
ravaged the world, the Counter-Disease was unleashed.
***
Dave awoke, being shaken by some unknown person. Opening
his eyes, he saw Laura.
"Dave, they say that there is going to be an announcement
tonight. An announcement about," and here she stopped,
hesitating, "about the Solution."
Dave began struggling to get up at this, but Laura put her
hand against his chest.
"Jeez, the announcement is in a few hours. There's plenty
of time yet. How about we fix dinner," she said.
She turned and walked back towards the kitchen. Dave sat
there for a few moments, waking up, and thinking. Why would
they announce something about the Solution unless they had
something to announce? So it must be that they are near to
the Solution, Dave thought. But he couldn't see how that
could be possible so soon. He got up and made his way to
the kitchen to help Laura with dinner.
The dinner went well. It was nothing special, and any topic
of conversation that approached the Disease or the Solution
was killed, immediately. By the time they were done, it was
nearly time for the announcement. They went into the living
room, and sat down on the couch facing the television. Dave
turned it on using the remote, changing to the right
channel. And sure enough, in a few minutes, the
announcement began. The president was speaking from the
Oval Office.
"My fellow Americans," he said, staring right into the
camera, looking like he meant business. In some ways, it
was this very look, which captivated so many, which got him
elected in the first place. "As you all know, the very
ability of mankind to survive, to reproduce, has been
devastated by the virus known only as the Disease,
developed by Dr. Peter Thompson and his colleagues about
twenty months ago. It was some nineteen months ago that he
was able to release the virus into general circulation
among the various peoples of the world. All this, despite
the best efforts of a Special Forces team sent into Dr.
Thompson's laboratory to halt all progress."
The president looked grim at this point. "They were among
the first victims. And they did not arrive in time. Dr.
Thompson was killed during the operation. In the following
weeks, the Disease infected the whole population, rendering
unusable the reproductive systems of every human being on
Earth. From the start, it was clear how great the danger
that the Disease posed for mankind: nothing less than
complete and utter extinction. And so, the world's greatest
minds came together and began to work on a solution to
this, the great Problem of our age.
"There have been several ideas contributed to the effort.
However, it was deemed that the most effective, and the
most easily enacted solution was put forward by Martin
Dempstead. He proposed something very radical, and yet, in
light of all the information gleaned from Dr. Thompson's
laboratory, fairly easy to develop: the creation of a third
gender. There have been numerous names for this gender
tossed about, and I won't go into it. This solution, the
Solution, has been fully developed, and, with the
signatures of the world's leaders, including myself, the
resulting virus has been released into general circulation
as of noon today. It is expected that all those who will go
through a change will do so in the next month. In a joint
session of Congress, held two weeks ago, where the course
of action was voted on, legislation was passed in order to
accommodate this new gender.
"I understand that many of you have your doubts as to the
worthiness of this particular solution. You may have heard
complaints from religious leaders, from psychologists and
sociologists, and from other prominent citizens that this
will end our way of life, will end society, and lead to the
doom of humanity. The Disease brought us this, the Solution
does not. It saves us from this fate. There will be some
things that will be difficult to come to terms with. Three
person marriages will be allowed, and encouraged, though it
may seem strange and wrong to many of you. I will not go
into the full ramifications of this decision in terms of
the law, but that information can be found online, through
any of the major search engines and other web sites. The
address is also listed on the bottom of your television
screen. But I assure you, life will continue, and humanity
will survive this incident. Thank you and good night."
With the last words, the screen was filled with numerous
commentators, each trying to say something that no one else
was saying. Dave turned the television off. Laura was
leaning against him.
"So they really did it," Dave said, astonished, shocked.
Laura could only nod her head in response. They went to bed
shortly thereafter.
***
It was two mornings later when Dave was awoken by his alarm
with a comfortingly familiar yet incredibly strange
sensation coming from between his legs. Without waking
Laura, he got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. He
turned on the light, and pulled down his pants to take a
leak. He found two tubular pieces of tissue protruding from
his crotch. He had seen a similar thing before, in diagrams
on the web, specifically from the government website on the
third sex. He was no longer a male. Dave gasped, and
stumbled backward through the door and into the bedroom
where he finally fell on his rear. Laura was woken up by
the commotion. When she saw what the matter was, she
gasped.
"Dave, your a... your a... oh what do you called them," she
said, half horrified and half exhilarated. She sat down
next to her fiancee.
"Hell, there's so many names, like 'thirdie' and..." Dave
said, angry at himself, at the world that had done this to
him, and most of all, to Dr. Thompson and Martin Dempstead.
Laura stopped him from getting carried away by his anger.
"Oh stop that. You, you're special. One of the first of a
new kind. It's sort of exciting, isn't it," Laura said.
Dave scrunched up his face, and then began to say,
mimicking Laura.
"Oh, it's kind of exciting, it's kind of exciting. Oh..."
Dave said, getting angrier and angrier, carried away. Laura
slapped him. Dave looked at her, and his head hung down
between his shoulders.
"I'm sorry Laura, it's just," he began. "I need to get to
work."
And with that, the couple went about their normal daily
routine on this, anything but normal day. Dave drove to
work, found several of his colleagues, male and female, had
also experienced the same changes. Talk began of tripling
up. Dave wasn't interested. As people became more and more
excited by the prospects, Dave became more and more angry.
This wasn't how things should be, Dave thought. This wasn't
how God made us, this is not His image. By the end of the
day, Dave was in no mood for anything. And so when he
reached a section of road that he always used to get home
that was closed off, he briefly became enraged, and decided
to take a detour through one of the nearby parks, and see
some of the scenery.
The drive cheered him up considerably, and he started home,
taking a route sure to lead him around the section of road
that was closed. About fifteen minutes from home, he
approached a young woman walking by the side of the road,
apparently hitchhiking. His mood had improved so much that
he pulled over. Things had become so strange that he really
wasn't sure what he was doing. The young woman got in the
car.
"Where are you headed," Dave asked the young woman, not
much younger than he was it appeared.
"California," she said simply, staring straight ahead. Dave
chuckled to himself softly.
"I'm afraid I can't take you pretty far that way. I'm just
heading home, and that's only fifteen minutes away or so,"
he said, starting down the road again. "What's in
California?"
The young woman looked around nervously, but finally
answered.
"Nothing. I'm, I'm just going that way," she said, unsure
of herself. Dave frowned.
"Why did you leave home, assuming..." Dave said letting his
question trail off. The young woman looked uncomfortable,
but answered anyway.
"My family couldn't accept me. They hated me."
"Now I'm sure that's not true," Dave replied soothingly.
"Why would they hate you?"
"Because," she said with great anxiety, "I'm a guy."
When she said that, the car swerved with Dave's surprise.
Dave pulled over to talk to the person who he had thought
was a young woman. The young man obviously thought that
this was where he got off, and so began to get out, before
Dave stopped him.
"Hey, wait a minute. You surprised me, that's all. What's
your name?"
"William Crawford, but I prefer Beth. What's yours?" he
asked, unsure of what to do. Dave sat there thinking of
what to do. He felt and inexplicable desire to take him
home, even though he could hear what Laura would say. But
he made up his mind.
"My name's Dave. Wil-, I mean Beth, how would you like to
stay at my house for a while, just to get back on your
feet, before you continue to go wherever."
Beth looked at Dave as if he were crazy.
"How do I know you won't kill me or rape me or something,"
he asked.
"I could ask that about you. It's trust," Dave said,
shrugging. Slowly, Beth, after a minute standing absolutely
still, got back into the car. Dave began driving again,
slowly. He wondered how he was going to explain this to
Laura.
Sure enough, Laura threw a fit when Dave brought this
apparent woman home with him. It didn't get better when it
was revealed Beth was a male. Finally Beth was able to
interrupt.
"I'm sorry Mrs., uh, lady. Dave was kind enough to offer me
a place to stay for a while, but if it's gonna cause all
sorts of problems, I'll just leave," he said. Laura,
huffing and puffing, was visibly calming down. She looked
from her fiancee to Beth and back. Finally she spoke.
"Oh, it's okay. I don't know WHY, but you can stay."
As the day progressed the ice began to melt, and by the
time dinner came, Beth was like part of the family,
talking, contributing a few jokes, and it was a good
dinner. When it came time for bed, Dave and Laura used the
bathroom first, then got into their bed, and began talking.
"Beth really is nice," Laura said.
"Yeah. Poor thing to be hated by her, I mean his own
family," Dave said, shaking his head. Laura snuggled into
Dave's side. She looked up at him with a face that she used
when she was going to ask for something.
"You know, dear," Laura said, the arguments of the past
nineteen months forgotten in this new world, "it takes
three now to make a family. And we've always talked about
having kids. And, well..."
"Are you suggesting," Dave said, straightening up in bed,
"that we let Beth stay with us permanently? Let her become
one of the family?"
"Well, sure," Laura said carefully, "because, you know, I'm
a girl, Beth's a guy, and well, you, you are the in-
between, sexually that is. And he is so nice. Please Dave."
Dave sighed, looking toward the bathroom door. He felt that
it was wrong, that it went against everything he had been
taught as a Catholic, that it would be one of those three-
way marriages that all the psychologists and sociologists
and the like had said would bring utter misery upon
everyone. But, Laura wanted it, and he loved Laura. And
after all, he had brought Beth here himself, and had even
taken a liking to her. Dave heaved a sigh. The same
inexplicable feeling he had had earlier, which had driven
him to pick up Beth in the first place was leaning strongly
in favor of letting Beth stay. Beth came out of the
bathroom, and Dave decided.
"Beth," Dave said, "how would you like to stay here with
us? I mean, uh, like part of the family."
He could feel Laura smiling beside him, and Beth's face lit
up instantly.
"You, I mean, really? You don't mind, about my
crossdressing I mean," he asked, very excited. Dave nodded.
Laura gestured to Beth for him to come into bed with them.
Beth leaped in. They all laughed, it was contagious.
Later, when Beth and Laura had fallen asleep, Dave lay
there, half-awake, half-asleep, think about all that had
happened. And all that would happen. Part of him stirred,
rebelled against it all. The religious part. But Dave found
something strange. He had always considered himself a
staunch Catholic, and yet the part of his mind that
believed in God, the part where he gained his faith from
was fighting against those portions of his mind that wanted
things as they were, the portions that were the result of a
lifetime of church-going, bible study, and religious piety.
Yet his faith seemed set completely against that. And he
remembered something his grandfather had said, a long time
ago. It was hard to remember, but it was something along
the lines that while the church is a great guide, the path
to God can only be traveled by you, and that you should let
your faith, your feelings, guide you to God. Perhaps, Dave
thought, just perhaps God is a different animal altogether,
so to speak. Dave was looking forward to tomorrow, and the
day after that. Things would be interesting. It was a new
world after all.
But was it a better one?
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I hope you have enjoyed my story. For those
of you who are interested, I came up with the idea when I
was reading a thread on the StorySite CyberBoard about
whether or not TG fiction was becoming stale. One
particular post said something along the lines that all
stories are all the same, same plot, same idea, etc. So I
decided to write something that hadn't been done, to my
knowledge, on any of the TG fiction sites. If there is a
story similar in concept to this one (aka a third gender),
please let me know. To tell the truth, I do know of one,
non-TG, story where three genders are portrayed. Finally,
IF ANYONE IS INTERESTED IN SEEING THE STORY OF DAVE, LAURA
AND BETH CONTINUED, OR WOULD LIKE TO SEE MORE STORIES IN
THIS 'UNIVERSE', LET ME KNOW IN A REVIEW. Thank you.
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