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The Panty Plague
Doctor Verner Schmidt was a man without place. Driven from
the halls of academia by jealous professors, his title was
an affectation borne up by no diploma and recognized only
by his tiny circle of confidantes. In fact, he probably
deserved the title more than the frightened fools at the
University. Sadly, logic and merit rarely bear any relation
to real-world success.
He and his colleagues traveled from city to city, country
to country, indulging his whims, his appetites, and his
vast intellect. Some times he and his companions would take
on new identities and aid the helpless. At others, they
wrecked havoc amidst the lucky and the well-to-do. If the
circle of "friends" possessed any unifying trait, it was
their love of confounding those for whom fortune had danced
them an easy path.
It was this shared interest than led to their shared role
in what would later be recognized as a major turning point
in human history. Allison MacNair, a surprising cold
redhead, had been an associate of Verner's since
University. A student of women's history, or "herstory," as
she often called it, Allison bore a lingering resentment
towards the world of men. Verner, and indeed all his male
companions, took her eccentricities in stride. They knew
that her malice was not directed at them personally, but
rather at the abstract notion of male privilege. In fact,
Allison frequently reassured her compatriots that they were
"woman enough" to be worth associating with. Her off-hand
remarks bit none too deeply, even among such un-macho men,
as the company of wanderers make it a habit to tweak each
other several times a day.
Unbeknownst to her friends, Allison had long ago hatched
the idea of wiping men from the face of the Earth. Even
though she frequently ignored the masculinity of her
colleagues, Allison was careful to avoid discussing the
matter with them. Instead, she simply listened and watched
their studies for any sign of useful research. Verner was
her most promising target. Not only did he hold a master's
degree in bioengineering, but he was studying the
burgeoning field of nanotech medicine. From time to time he
and Marcus, their resident chemist, would sneak into some
laboratory and steal bits and pieces of equipment that they
could use to continue their work. Then, the two of them
would work with Erin and Dave to integrate the machinery
into a mobile lab they were building into an RV the group
had stolen. Franz, their computer whiz was writing software
to allow the instruments and other hardware to function as
an automated unit.
Allison simply sat back and enjoyed the ride. All across
Europe, the circle of conspirators took their "crime lab"
on the road to dispense their own brand of poetic justice.
Marcus was particularly proud of a virus he and Verner had
cooked up to give a business magnate a taste of his own
pollution. About a week after receiving a monogrammed golf
tee in the mail, the billionaire and his staff developed
advanced cases of respiratory disease. The pair of geniuses
carefully stored the remainder of their virus in a deeply
frozen vial in a thermite-filled safe. If the tube ever
started to thaw, the safe would incinerate its contents and
seal them in molten metal.
Poor Verner had no idea that Allison had spirited away the
plans for the virus, not needing the actually contagion
itself. Late at night, she toiled over her laptop, making
changes, tinkering, twisting it to her own purpose. Verner
himself, blinded by an adolescent hope of winning Allison's
heart offered her assistance and advice without knowing
that her creation would lead to his own demise. After all,
Allison did not want to change men, she wanted to remove
them completely from the world. Even if they could somehow
be made into women, they would possess the memory of their
status and try to remain on top.
Still, Vernor found that his attentions were welcome, even
if his intentions were not. Having never known a woman
intimately except by paying her, even a platonic
relationship was more than he might have hoped for. After
all, the companions were close in their council, but not as
friends. A close friendship, especially with a woman, was
certainly worth losing a bit of sleep over.
It wasn't until several months later that he accidentally
discovered what Allison was working on. Having fallen
asleep next to her computer, the young woman was muttering
in her sleep about the end of men. Frightened, Verner took
the computer to Franz, who copied her hard drive and began
decoding her logs. Only minutes after he'd slipped the
portable back under Allison's arm, Franz showed him the
true nature of their compatriot's little project. As he
studied the RNA sequences of the virus, the hairs on the
back of his neck stood straight up. In horror, he filled
Franz in on her secret plans. Worse still, she had already
made the virus and sent samples of it to the four corners
of the Earth.
Looking at each other, the color draining from their faces,
Verner and Franz realized that their friend's mad scheme
would sign not only their own death warrant, but that of
the entire human race. Even if cloning technology was more
advanced, the world could never grow enough women to
maintain a global civilization. Mankind was doomed, and
with him, Womankind as well. Allison, whom they had both
trusted, and in some way loved, was the ultimate evil
genius for she had produced a true doomsday device.
Hurriedly waking their other male associates, they
carefully drugged Allison, and Erin, just to be sure.
Working frantically, they pushed their skills, their vast
intellects, and their jury-rigged manufacturing lab to the
problem of saving humanity. The virus attacked the Y
chromosome, causing explosive tumor growth, and within a
year, certain death. They knew the solution. The Y
chromosome had to go.
The trouble was that cloning was not an option. Humanity
needed to be capable of reproduction without the Y, and
therefore, without males. Somehow, the male reproductive
capacity had to be introduced into the X chromosome, and
every Y chromosome on the planet changed to an X. A virus
would not be sufficient to create such massive changes. In
fact, three separate viruses would be required.
Furthermore, each virus would also need to reproduce itself
and do so in a way that didn't cause cancerous tumors. It's
much easier to cause cancer than to cure it, after all. It
was Verner himself who suggested the solution, nanotech.
While using nanomachines to propagate the genetic changes
would take far too long, using them to check mutated cells
for errors would help to prevent cancer, although perhaps
not prevent it entirely. Luckily, the nanomachines could be
made self-replicating as well. They would reproduce much
more slowly than the viruses, because of their complexity;
but, they would certainly grow numerous enough to kill a
tumor before the host died.
Over the course of the next few days, as Marcus estimated
the growth of Allison's manslayer, the rest forced their
makeshift equipment to produce the desired contagions. Five
sleepless nights later, the men dragged the still
unconscious Allison into a hotel room the group had
carefully setup as a containment lab. Verner watched the
others file out and then quickly injected the contents of a
small syringe into the woman's thigh. Next to her lay Erin,
carefully uninfected to test to virus' ability to jump
hosts. He dropped the needle into a biohazard canister and
quickly exited the room. He turned to sign to "do not
disturb." His co-conspirators watched all of this on
wireless cameras spaced around the room.
Verner joined them in the RV and sat down next to Marcus.
He watched for a while, but a week without sleep had left
him drained and soon he fell asleep in his chair. One by
one, the men dropped off and slept. Above them, Allison's
body tossed and turned as a fever burned through her
unconscious body. After a time, the same could be said of
the helpless Erin. This continued for two days until their
fevers broke, and first one, then the other awoke briefly
and fell back into an exhausted slumber.
The men below saw much of this, except for a bit of sleep
and the occasional run to get fast food. Unfortunately, on
the third day, while the boys were off to get lunch, an
overzealous housekeeper ignored the signs and went into
clean. She emptied a couple trash cans, including one that
held a single red plastic canister. Opening it, she pricked
her finger on the needle inside and swore in pain. She
dabbed the blood with a piece of toilet paper and pulled
the plunger out of the needle to sniff the contents. The
poor woman decided that the room's occupants weren't doing
heroin and dropped the canister into the bag on her cart.
The housekeeper heard people stirring in the bed behind the
plastic sheeting, so she hurried out of the room.
Allison rubbed her eyes and rolled over. She felt like she
hadn't drunk any water, let alone eaten in days. She
stumbled about the room, half-seeing, until she found the
bathroom. In her partially awakened state, she didn't even
notice the plastic sheeting that she had to navigate
around. After relieving herself, the brilliant young woman
fumbled her way back. Climbing under the covers, she
noticed a warm body occupying the opposite side of the bed.
Momentarily horrified, her fears melted away when she
realized it was Erin. Allison wasn't a lesbian, per se, but
she wasn't too keen on having sex with men, so having a
woman in her bed as a suitable alternative.
She snuggled up to her friend, pressing her breasts up
against the other woman's back and spooning in to share her
warmth. The whole thing was quite pleasant and totally
normal to her until her clitoris started to swell. As it
swelled up, she noticed other peculiar feelings in her
labia, like two firm, but sensitive fleshy spots the size
of pecans. Her clitoris had never swelled like this before.
In fact, it was becoming more and more penis-like as time
went on. She rolled Erin over onto her back and as the
other woman stirred, Allison gave into her lust and took
her friend in the way a man would. Shortly thereafter, as
Allison's clitoris returned to normal, Erin's swelled up
and she returned the favor.
Outside, the ill-fated housekeeper's body developed a
fever, which she spread to her friends, family, and co-
workers. One of those co-workers moonlighted at a fast-food
joint frequented by a small band of young geniuses who
spent the next few days watching Allison and Erin explore
their new bodies. The fever, the viruses that caused it,
and the nanobots that accompanied it spread like wildfire,
eventually meeting the manslayer virus, and rendering
obsolete.
Within a week, the world had taken notice of the young
men's creation, though by then they were too busy enjoying
its effects to care. Two days later the New York Gazette
christened the epidemic with the name it still bears today.
"Panty Plague Sweeps Planet," read the headline.
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