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I am not, nor will I ever be a physician. So if any of my ideas are wrong, please forgive it under the terms of science fiction. Also any relation to real events that will or have happened are completely coincidental and if this does really happen it would be extremely weird. Thank you. The Invaders: Cue the Cheesy 50's Sci Fi Music Coal, Oil, Iron ore; all these natural resources had been used for two centuries before mankind realized the folly of its dependence. The Twentieth Century started the conservation movement to try and limit the use of Earth's limited resources. Governments made small attempts to follow the recommendations that scientists said would lesson the crisis. Years passed with the problem only growing larger as more and more resources were consumed. The problem building and building until the dam finally broke. The year had been a centennial. People celebrated a hundred years of peace and prosperity that was unrivaled in any period of history. Natural resources that were predicted to run out in the middle of the previous century; lasted far into this one. Medicine improved, with equal rights for everyone making it possible for true legal fairness. The delicate nature of this peace collapsed when oil wells and coal mines around the world went dry. All of a sudden the resources that drove the economies of almost every country were not falling in a handful of numbers, but in the hundreds. Oil wells in the Middle East disappeared as if by the hand of god. This large depletion of the resources divided the Earth. Many knew that in order to survive they would have to switch to other methods of power, construction, and economic trade. The question that arose in every government of the world was how long it would take to convert from the past world order to the new one. The death sentence came in a report put out by the European Union and the United States. A mutual investigation by social and physical scientists worked together to put a date on the conversion. It would take 10 to 15 years for the world to switch from its old methods of production to the new one. The problem being, the Earth only had 4 to 5 years of resources left at its current use. The Fuel Race began in earnest a year later. Countries that were once allies for centuries turned on eachother to acquire resources. Governments toppled as more conservative institutions that did not wish a military solution were voted out of office or physically removed by revolution. Millions of Americans, Africans, Europeans, and Asians marched in the streets as they pressured their governments to war. No quarter would be given to the enemy that threatened their way of life. Preservation of culture turned into the new ballad for death and destruction. The Middle East was the most tragic story. Having no defense against the larger powers looming over it, the Arab populations were slaughtered by the large Western and Eastern nations as they divided the land amongst themselves. Mexico could have suffered the same fate at the hands of the United States, but for a last minute referendum by the president of Mexico, giving the USA full rights to its oil fields. This saved it from being invaded. Strong countries will prey upon the weak. It is the undeniable truth. Once the oil fields and coal centers of the Third World had been occupied, the larger countries set eyes upon their counterparts. The status quo had become the mission of the state. People desperately wished to keep themselves from being the weaker country that was gobbled up by the stronger. Riots began in the streets of countries that refused to use force to obtain resources. Beth Anniston sat at her desk, rubbing her temples with her fingers. She had all of this to worry about and more. Beth was the youngest person of her station at 32, as well as being the dream of every feminist in the country by becoming the President of the United States. Women flocked to the streets to celebrate her oath into office. Beth would have rather been in her Vice President's seat at the Senate than being in the Oval office. She also wished she had not arrived in her current position because of a death. Mrs. Anniston ran with the then Governor of California; Joseph Conners. She only joined the election because the opposing parties' candidate happened to be a woman and her party wanted to appeal to the women voters. Joseph Conners occupied the president's seat for a little over a year before he died of a stroke three days before Beth was sitting in the oval office. She took her oath of office at her youngest daughter's dance recital. A long sigh passed her lips as her long blonde hair fell before her eyes. She remembered a time when women were the gentle ones, where men had been the brutes and women their moral superiors. The girl baby boom of 20 years ago destroyed that premise. In that generation 3 girls were born for every 1 boy. At the current time she could count 7 countries at the top of her head that contained populations of over 70% female majority and some that went as high as 85%. According to some of the women of the past century, the world should have been in peace with women at the helm. Beth laughed to herself. "Madam President?" Her secretary asked as she saw her laugh. Beth simply waved her hand in front of her face. "I was just thinking of what I remember hearing my grandmother tell me when I was a little girl. How women dreamed of putting a woman in the presidency. How the world would be at peace with us directing it. Now I am directing this country, and the loudest voices that want me to continue the war for the next 4 years, when we'll have completely converted, are women. SO much for peaceful." Her secretary raised her eyebrow. "I think you misunderstand. Most of them have lost their husbands, brothers, sisters, and mothers to the war. They don't want it to have been all in vain." Beth let out one long sigh. "So why do they continuously run bills through the Legislature that limit the amount of oil and coal our military can use. We've been cut down so much that air strikes are down to 1%, ships are limited to troop transport and nuclear vessels. Have you seen some of the reports from the front?" The secretary gave a curt nod. "Good. Do you realize that they are fighting in a manner that suited the First War of the World (World War I) 200 years ago? Artillery and infantry have once again become our greatest forces." She rubbed her temples again, the stress giving her a headache. "Ma'am. I believe that there is a more pressing manner at hand." Her secretary pulled out a long folder. Beth waved her hand back and forth, pulling the stray hair that had gotten in her way back onto her head. She hated looking in the mirror in the morning when she thought about what they were forcing her to do. A draft that would institute woman as front line soldiers. Those women who'd been killed already were caused by accidents or other reasons besides direct combat. Most other countries already instituted such drafts as their male supply was extremely low. Men in her country had been unwilling to give the job of fighting the war to women. For the first 3 years; they got their way. However, when the war proved more brutal than modern war normally was, when the average body count rose from dozens to hundreds and then to thousands; the population of women to men rose with it, making it 75% female majority in the US and then to 80%. In order to survive and continue to procreate, she had to bring the men home and replace them. The problem was male pride. Men, now boys since the age for drafting men into the army had gone down to 16, did not want to be pulled back because of their gender. They preferred to be wounded or die than be relieved of duty and sent home. Large groups who were sent home before by President Conners started riots in major cities. Her eyes wandered too the picture she transferred to this new desk. A smile passed on her lips as she saw the three figures contained within it. Her oldest daughter had just turned 15, her hair split into two pigtails with red ribbons. She stood with her arm around a young boy. Beth chuckled at the thought of how much he looked like his father. She cared about her nephew as much as she cared about her daughters. Her littlest one adored her cousin and literally hung around his ankles due to his height. A long sigh escaped from Beth's lips. Alex's father and mother were killed three years apart from eachother in work related accidents. He was taken care of, but he always seemed rather distant. Beth was given custody of the boy and had decided to leave him to his own devices. He'd been well behaved and gotten good grades in school; so she thought of him as macho, but not obnoxiously. She wondered if he would get bad influences from where he was now. He'd been drafted when she was still the Vice President. She'd been able to pull a few strings and have him assigned to a battery of artillery. Beth wished she could have kept him in an even safer location, but she didn't have the power to do it when he'd joined. By now he knew his job well enough to not appreciate his aunt interfering with his life. "Madam President." The secretary said louder than before to get Beth's attention. "I believe you have to make a decision." Beth leaned forward with a sullen look on her face and started to read the paperwork. Her eyes roved over it, trying her best not to think what it would bring to the country. "Sometimes I wish that we still had those antiquated patriot missiles. Her secretary raised an eyebrow. "You might as well fight with swords. Nuclear devices?" She scoffed. "Besides it would destroy the targets with the enemy. We don't want to annihilate the resources do we?" Beth took out a pen and fiddled with it as she read the paper. "I know that. Now let me read." She got a curt bow from her secretary. Reading without having her mind wander was a completely different story. "I wonder how Alex is doing." She said to herself. "DAMMIT BOY!!! Get your ass over here and get some grub before Sam here eats it all." Smitty said as he ran his hand through his gray beard. Alex stood with his hands on a can of grease, running it through the barrel of the howitzer he and his friends worked on. He ignored the older man's shouts; making sure he checked every single part of the gun. When he decided he had given it a proper check; he walked over to the campfire. "Damn, I swear you spend more time on that gun than the battery commander does. And I thought he was anal." The old man laughed to himself as he held out a hand for the boy's mess kit. Alex didn't mind the older soldier's teasing. He'd been serving the gun for over a year and by now Smitty accepted him as one of the team. He thought about how much the two of them contrasted. Smitty had silver gray hair and a long beard that seemed to be spotless. It was rather confusing since the old man chewed tobacco and could always be seen spitting it into the fire. Alex on the other hand was only 17 years old, his sandy brown hair being cut to a crop so that only a long point came in front of his head and then curled in front of his forehead. They both were filthy with dust, the dirt, and sand showing what could be found instead of water in the desert. Without black gold, Alex would bet his entire pay that they would never even think of coming to this hellhole. Of course his pay wasn't that much to put on a bet, but it was all he got. Alex took a seat on a nearby stool, handing his mess kit to the older soldier and getting it in return; filled with soup. The term soup should be considered a very loose term as it had to be mostly broth with a few carrots and meat thrown in for flavor. "You know why I am so attentive to the gun." Alex said as he took out a salt shaker and started to salt his meal. He slipped his jacket off in the process with the other arm. Then he switched so he could continue doing both. Smitty spat on the ground. "Boy you still going on about that? So you're aunt happened to be the VP when you were recruited. So what? I think anyone who still dwells on that has an ass for a head." Sam simply nodded. Sam confused Alex. Smitty was just a bitter old man. Sam on the other hand seemed to have his spectacles imbedded into his brain. He always analyzed everything he saw and usually was in charge of positioning the gun. He never talked unless asked a direct question, and he never did anything without being told. Though when he was given a direction, he made sure to do it to the best of his abilities. "Well you know what they say." Alex said as he ate his meal. Smitty's eyes sparkled as he smelled a debate. "Well than if you think they question your ability as a soldier. Maybe they have some ground to stand upon." Alex's eyes flared at the old man. Smitty's smile showed several yellow, crooked teeth. "Now don't get yourself into a fit. Leave that to the women." Sam looked up from his food, asking without words what Smitty meant. "I didn't mean getting into a fit was what women do. I mean it's there job to get you into a fit." Smitty pointed the spoon at both his gunmates. "See back when I..." Alex let out a long moan and rolled his eyes. "Oh please not one of these stories again. You got any new ones?" Smitty grunted. "This is about women back then. You heard all the other stories of mine. So you need to hear this one. Now back when I was young. God 40 years now. Well back then there was almost the same amount of men as there were women. I'd say about 57% women and about 43% men. Not too far a majority, just a little one. Well then we got that big boom of girl births. I remember that. I was a young man at the time." Both younger men scoffed at that. Alex sneered, "You were a young man once? Don't make jokes now." The old man growled. "Now you stop being insolent. Anyways I was going to say that back then we used to be men." "Uh aren't we still men? Last time I checked, which was last night I believe, I still had a dick and two balls." Alex smirked at his own wit. Sam snorted and fell over, still by some miracle not spilling his food. "I meant we were raised to be TRUE men. Do you know what I saw when I went home on leave a month ago? Well I will tell you. I came home and my grandson looked totally uncomfortable. I asked him what the problem was. He answered me and said that he normally wears dresses and skirts when he's at school and home and that he didn't understand why he had to wear the coarse, nasty boy clothes whenever I came home." He seemed to be almost burning with animosity. Alex shrugged as he leaned his hand into his pocket. "Well guess you got a problem then." Smitty shook his head. "It isn't that he's different. In fact every boy his age wears them. Their mothers dress them up like little girls. Sure their very few boys in school now, but most of them that are young enough to stay at home are being feminized already. So I ran to his mother and almost tore her apart. And she told me, listen to the nerve, that that was how the world went nowadays and that I should stop being so old fashioned." Alex pulled out a lighter and lit a cigarette. He coughed a bit as his lungs got used to the smoke and sucked in a deep breath. He hadn't really started yet, though the bad habit was beginning to take root into him. "Almost makes you want to turn the guns on them back home huh?" Smitty gave another one of his crooked smiles. "Nah. You see this is how I see it. We are fighting the enemy right now for resources right? We're told that it's to continue our way of life; for survival. But that's a pipe dream. Our way of life will die no matter what we do. So if we fight to keep it, and kill the enemy long enough for women to start taking our place, well we get to go home. What do you think millions of fighting men are going to do when they find their sons dolled up? We'll rebel and take our rightful place again. I don't want to put women down, but I don't want to have my grandchildren sissified either." Alex pulled his jacket on and stood up, taking out a small canteen and washing his mess kit out. "Whatever. I grew up with a school uniform that had a skirt and a bow. Believe me they dolled us up. I looked like a girl from age 10 to age 16. But when they threw me into boot camp and taught me the hell I was going into." He paused to shake the water out of his kit. "Believe me; I grew up to be a man real quick after that. So I don't think we'll be sissified as long as we're killing. Besides the enemy right now is mostly female. We're already killing the establishment." He placed his kit into his satchel and started walking towards the gun. "Well we better get ready or the commander will chew us out. Besides the next radio call from infantry is ours." The crew reluctantly got up from their meal, throwing their mugs of coffee into the fire to put it out. They had been standing and monitoring their sector for the past seven days and their forces still couldn't take the three eastern oil fields. Smitty took out a small collapsible table from next to the gun. He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a map. Written all over the piece of paper were different coordinates and relative unit locations. A relatively tall man chose to walk next to him at that moment. "I see you decided to grace our battery with your gun crew." All three men stood at attention and saluted. Captain Holster was not one to miss any military pomp. He would make them sorry if they failed to show him what he saw as his due respect. Smitty would have a few harsh words to say about that at supper time. "Yes sir. We just finished our meal and are prepared to..." He paused for a second when a drop of water hit his nose. Another dropped followed and soon the rain came in one huge downpour. "That's odd sir. No weather report on rain in the damn desert. This is odd." The captain of the battery gave him a look of utter disdain. "No matter. It does RAIN in the desert after all. If it didn't there would be no cactus. We have a report for a fire mission on these two sectors here." He reached his long pointy finger towards the map. The captain always discussed the specifics with Smitty. Alex simply loaded the gun. He wondered how such a wiry captain had been given command of their battery. His nose twisted in an odd direction, probably broken when he was younger. Alex guessed that wondering about the captain's looks weren't really his concern, but Holster just didn't seem like a person who stuck out in assignments. He reminded Alex too much of a reed for that. "Do you have it?" The captain looked at Smitty as he smartly saluted. "YES SIR!!" Smitty responded as he handed a set of levels to Sam. "Alright kid ram one in and we can get this started until the radioman leads us to a different area." Alex nodded, lifting the oddly colored shell. Plastics had made a huge jump from the previous century. No plastic could have survived escaping from an artillery muzzle before. Now it helped lesson the dependence on metals. Thankfully, and as Alex learned from one of Smitty's long lectures, they didn't need any natural resources to make the plastics anymore like they did in "His day." He rammed the shell into the casing, the hatch closing along with it automatically. Alex then pulled back, covering his ears as it went off.; only to repeat the process as the gun fired into landscape. After a few shells it became automatic, leaving him to think. The rain and everything else not disturbing his mind. "You're going to be late." A voice yelled from downstairs. Alex fixed his hair, pleating back the skirt that went to his school uniform. He'd allowed his hair to grow out to a pretty good length, all the way to the middle of his back. The bow on his sky blue uniform making his skin look pale; just the affect he wanted. He posed in the mirror, blowing it a kiss and then walking downstairs. How carefree those days were back then. The very thought of them reminded him how far his fall from grace was. Of course home seemed to be miles away; literally and figuratively as Alex kicked an empty shell casing out of his way. Another set of eyes watched the ensuing battle that raged around the oil fields in some random desert on earth. She'd seen the Earthlings fight over it a dozen times. She'd listened to their government broadcasts and seen them evolve into this the past 20 years. Being on an observation mission she hadn't been able to do much about it. She wondered what her father would have said about this current state of affairs. Probably nothing or maybe everything, since her father had seen the exact same things when he looked on the small blue planet. She swirled in her chair, staring into the picture that formed on the northern wall of the ship's bridge. "Atmospheric pressure seems to be reacting to our presence here ma'am." The woman next to her said as she checked a small pad on her shoulder. The girl didn't appear to be that much different from the aliens down below them. Her body had the same proportions; she had a small cute nose and a pair of dark blue eyes. Of course her hair was also dark blue and her commander could tell by her uniform that she owned a larger than normal fleshy tail poking from the back of her pants. Except for the hair color and the tails though, Serin, the commander, didn't see that much difference from the Earthlings. She let out one long sigh. There was something else she wished was different from her planet and the Earthlings below. She'd just learned a year ago, only a year, that her ship was the last survivor of her planet. The home world began a resource war of its own. The starships they built to monitor the galaxy needed a specific mineral to run them. When that mineral ran short, they reverted from a thousand years of peace, to all out war. That war exterminated the race as a win all or nothing campaign began. Now the city sized ship, about a million people, was left. They received the message to return too late to do anything, but bury the dead. "We are a rather large ship. I would think it was a given that we would cause disturbances." She rolled a strand of pink hair in her finger. Serin would have also wished one other thing didn't hold true for her current predicament. Everyone on the ship was only one gender. After her daughter's generation died out, they would be extinct. It also seemed likely that if the earthlings were left to their own devices, they too would be extinct. "How many have died in this current conflict down there?" She asked the girl next to her. The girl looked at the device on her shoulder. A few minutes passed with Serin getting impatient. She looked up at the girl. The girl fiddled with the machine, obviously nervous. "Oh here it is ma'am. The current toll is around 43 million killed by either famine, war, or other reasons above natural death toll." Serin annoyingly rapped on the arm of her chair. She quickly stood up. "Alright. Keep monitoring from our current cloaked position and I will make a decision in a few hours." "A decision on what?" The girl asked, seriously confused. Serin sighed as she walked outside of the bridge. Oddly enough the rest of the ship was huge. She didn't know who designed the bridge, but they obviously cared more for the rest. She stepped into a platform, pulling her cape behind her, and kicking her long boots. "Take me to my quarters." The platform made a sharp whooshing sound as it started to move forward, gliding on endless space out of the long hallway. It then met thin air as the city held within the ship came into view. A dozen lights glared off into the black canopy that held the insides of the ship. She sighed and put her hand to her forehead as it whisked her to one of the smaller buildings at the top of one of the tall skyscrapers. The door in front of the platform disintegrated as she walked towards it, the door rematerializing behind her as she stepped into the room. "Annie?" She yelled into the room. Serin still had no idea why she named her daughter an earth name. A girl stuck her head from behind a wall and smiled. "YO HO!!" She yelled and jumped in front of Serin with her hand raised into the air. The difference between the two could be told the instant one looked at them right next to eachother. Serin had dark pink hair that came just to the back of her shoulders, her clothes a dark red color with a long flowing cape, and a skirt that came just to her knees. It was clearly a uniform. Annie on the other hand, wore a strange dress that was cream white with lace around the neck that came up around her long light pink hair. The difference in clothing and hair wasn't the only difference. Serin was tall, around 5'11, with large breasts that jutted from her uniform. Her long legs also made her an endearing figure. Though she did wish that she had a longer tail like the young girl who had been giving her information earlier. Annie was almost a foot shorter than her mother, her tail being long enough to need to be curled around inside her dress. Thankfully her figure hadn't pushed itself outward yet, or Serin might have decided not to bring her on the current mission. She thanked the heavens that she'd decided to do so. Maybe if she'd brought along the girl's poor mother they'd all be here and happy. Her mouth turned into a frown at seeing her daughter's welcome. "You've watched too much of that Japanese programming haven't you." Annie turned her head to the side at her irate tone. Normally her mother would just pat her on the head and they'd both eat dinner while talking about their day. Something was bothering her. "What's wrong?" Annie's big pink eyes asked questioningly. Serin smiled at her daughter and patted her on the head. "It'll be alright. I just have to think." And with those words she went to her room, sitting in one of the chairs. She rubbed her temples again. What would she do with this planet below her? She'd been ordered not to interfere with the Earthlings and to only observe them. Now the people who gave her the orders were dead and she just happened to be the ruler of the single ship of survivors. Not only did she have the concerns of her own people to worry about, the Earthlings also must be considered. Currently the Earth contained a low male population, which they happened to be in a fervor to deplete even more, and a war over resources that could end in the same manner her own planet's had. She rubbed her chin. Of course taking away the self governance of the Earth so that she could procreate her own species and supposedly save them could have its negative consequences too. She could threaten them with complete annihilation. Her ship had more than enough firepower to annihilate the Earth. What to do then? She mulled over the thoughts in her mind. More of her wanted to interfere, while at the same time allowing the Earthlings some solution to their problems. Her ship could last another century on its power supply. But they would have to realize that they could work together. And if they didn't she'd have to force them. Who would be Earth's representative though? That would be another problem she had to solve now that she decided to interfere. For in the end she really never was allowed anything to decide. Well maybe luck would be the best way to choose. A plan started to mull through Serin's mind. The plan had to be done quickly though and without hesitation. If she maintained any reservations about it, she would not be able to accomplish her goal, and possibly two species would die for nothing. Serin walked out of her room, seeing Annie as she passed by. She turned around, putting her arms around her daughter in a hug. "I'll need you in a bit. Stay here so I can contact you. We're going to do a little, experiment once I take care of some things." Annie looked at her as if she had just sprouted another head from her shoulder. Serin giggled to herself as she reached a communicator next to her wall. She'd have a drawing. She'd send a message by phone to every countries leader around the world and the person who picked up first would be the Earth's representative. A lucky draw of who picked up the phone. "Serin you are a genius." She whispered to herself as she turned the machine on. Beth paced back and forth inside her office; her hands shaking and her face as pale as a sheet. It had only been a week since the phone rang that night. She'd been putting on her jacket to leave when her secretary picked up the phone to make a call. She'd picked it up before it could ring and subsequently caught the person calling in. The secretary walked in with an odd look on her face. "Someone is calling for you Madam President. She says she's an alien or something like that. Its just unsettling that she sounds so calm and sure about it." Beth wanted to call the operator to trace the call and commit the person on the other end. She'd found that they were still on the line and telling her that she'd just won a contest of sorts for her planet. She slammed the phone back on the receiver. Some people couldn't know worse times to joke. She had a war to fight that the people were stuffing down her throat and here someone was playing practical jokes. She hadn't taken three steps towards the door before a bright light enveloped the room and three people appeared from out of nowhere. The Secret Service Agents drew their guns and covered Beth physically before she could raise a hand and stop them. The woman's dark pink hair flew past her face and she stood at a height that made Beth feel uncomfortable. She felt even more uncomfortable when they informed her of their demands. Of course they expected her to answer their demands as a leader of the entire Earth. She thought at the time that the rest of the world's nations wouldn't listen to her at all. That had been her error. When the aliens informed the other nations what they would do to them if they did not follow her directions, they became more than willing to listen. They hadn't proven their abilities yet, but everyone agreed that if they could travel the galaxy, they could probably destroy the Earth in the blink of an eye. So the role of Earth's representative was thrust upon her. The demand that the war stopped was easier than most thought possible. Just the introduction of an alien ship appearing over the main opposing armies made them stop of their own free will for a de facto armistice. With that out of the way, Beth just had to capitulate to the other demands that they made upon her. She never questioned how they were able to communicate with her, or how she hadn't needed a translator with the places on earth that didn't speak English. Well she didn't want to think about that. There were three more demands presented. The integration of the aliens into the human society didn't seem that bad. The last two demands were what made her so distraught. How could she do such a thing to them and to him in particular? Her own flesh and blood. "Ma'am?" The secretary shocked Beth into jumping out of her skin and back a few paces. She held her hand to her chest. "I'm sorry if I startled you. I just wanted to help you with your decisions and I have the paperwork to have the young man reassigned." Beth sat down on her desk, her eyes staring at the floor. "He's my nephew. How can I turn my own flesh and blood over to them when I know what they are going to do to him?" The secretary placed cold eyes upon her. "Well, they plan to do the same thing to them all don't they? It's really beyond your control. Since the decision isn't yours to make, then their is no blame." "DAMMIT!! It's not that simple. I'm helping them. If I sign this paperwork and bring him here for them to take him, than I am handing him to them. Why can't they pick someone else?" She slammed her hands on the desk as she wheeled herself over to her proper seat. The secretary let out an exasperated sigh. "They want an offspring of their leader to mix with a child of our leader. Since you have been designated the representative of Earth and since you have no sons, your nephew was the next logical choice. I believe they have a second reason for wanting the pairing. After all if they can't breed these two together in the manner they want, than breeding between the species will not be viable. They're taking care of it. We were already doing it psychologically to them for years now. It's inevitable that it ends like this." "Just leave me alone." Beth placed her head on the desk and waved the lady out. She wrapped her arms around her head. "What's that boy?" Smitty said as he ate a whole piece of bacon in one bite. The entire crew used their gun as a chair now since the aliens had arrived. Fighting a style of warfare that died a hundred years before you were born seemed pointless when a ship the size of a city hovered a few miles above your heads. The fighting ceased and now the men enjoyed the time off. Alex looked up from what he was reading. "It's a letter that tells me to report to DC." "The Capitol?" Smitty said with a bit of shock and almost choked on the piece of bacon he had eaten whole. "No the old comic series that went out of business fifty years ago." Alex joked. "Damn fine comic COMPANY." Smitty corrected. "And why would they want you to report to DC for?" Alex shrugged. "Beats the hell out of me. But it says that I leave today in about an hour." "AN HOUR!??" Smitty said in shock. "Damn do they cut these things short. Not that you have much to pack. Well you'll be going back to the land of dresses then." Alex coughed. "Yeah right. If the drill sergeants didn't beat dresses out of me when I came to boot than nothing on earth ever could. I swear all of us in a line, dressed to the gills in lace and ruffles like we learned to wear in school. We all got hit five times by the sergeant for being pansies the first day. I'll be damned if I ever wear a dress again." "Yeah right. Bet you can't wait." Smitty retorted. "Yeah to leave your smelly butt behind. Now I gotta get packed so I can leave hell and get a good meal for once. Rancid bacon isn't exactly my favorite meal." "It ain't rancid." Smitty yelled back as Alex ran to his kit. He didn't want to show it to anyone else, but he just happened to be ecstatic that he was going home. Being in war for a year made him realize what a wonderful place home was. He didn't have a mother or father, but his cousins made up for that. Not that he wanted to be back in a dress; which he knew most schools were making everyone wear despite gender. If he had to, then he would wear it. Living in the grime that he'd lived while in the artillery battery taught him that clothing meant nothing. An hour passed in a matter of moments, a driver coming to pick him up. Alex thought the machine looked rather odd with the solar panel on the back, but he didn't argue with protocol. "Well Smitty. Well Sam. I want to say its been fun fighting with you both. But it really hasn't been fun at all. I'll say I've learned a lot from both of you and I hope to bring the truth we've learned here back home." Smitty snorted and then spat a cloud of brown juice onto the sand. "Don't talk about foolish things. We aren't going to get anything out of this that's good. I know I'll die before it happens, but the era I hoped for is going to fly right out the window. Mark my words that those aliens have something planned for men. What they'll do to the women is beyond my intuition. I just know we're done for. I feel it in my bones." "Always a joker to the end old man?" Alex shook his head and then shook both men's hands. "I'll say hello to the civilized world for you. And don't let them get away without firing a few shots." He pointed to the ship in the sky. Leaving wasn't as hard as he thought it would be. It had started when he turned on his heels to join the driver and culminated with him sitting in a chair while he waited for his aunt to let him into his office. Something must be up. No soldier would be called by the president. He gulped the lump in his throat. Maybe the aliens wanted to do an autopsy on him for that century old Alien Autopsy they'd done. "You may come in now." Someone said next to him, making him jump out of his chair and try to jump under a table. He stopped himself before he could throw himself down onto the floor. Being under artillery barrages forced him to be jumpy. Alex exhaled. This would be a long day. He followed the secretary down the hall, his boots clacking against the wooden floors. He wished he was given more time to clean himself up. His uniform was streaked with sand and dirt that still covered it like a thin mist. He'd been able to polish his boots, but not much else. Being presented like this made him feel self conscious despite what the military happened to weed out of him. Maybe dresses weren't useless after all once one entered normal society. The secretary led him to the door to the office. He stopped at the edge of the door. "I'll tell them your here." She said as she entered the room. Alex thought on that word: them. She stuck her head out of the door again. "You may enter." Alex walked forward, entering the room and then stopping in the middle of the floor. He smartly clicked his heels and saluted. "PRIVATE FIRST CLASS ALEXANDER A?" He was interrupted by Beth's hand as it waved in front of her face. "We don't need any of that Alex." She walked forward and then wrapped her arms around him in a firm hug. "I'm glad you're safe." He stiffened a little in her grasp. A cross look passed by her face. If things had gone on as they appeared to have gone and all the men returned home, she supposed that all home comings would be something like this. The men originally were a lot more feminine than their forefathers and war forced them to change quickly. Mother's waiting for their sensitive sons to come home would find that they had disappeared and replaced by hard, proud men. A long sigh, much like ones she let slip before; passed Beth's lips. "Well I suppose we should start introductions and explanations." She waved her hand towards the two women to the right of her desk. Alex's eyes followed her hand, his head staying in place. The older woman's hands crossed in her lap and he could tell she was sizing him up. The girl on the other hand didn't appear to be paying attention to him at all. She simply stared out the window at the tree that graced the back of the office. "You know you can go at ease." Beth said as Alex still happened to be standing tense and rigid at attention. He relaxed slightly, only stepping a bit to the side at parade rest. "As I was saying," Beth continued, "They are the commander of the alien ship and her daughter. I believe you call yourself Serin and Annie correct?" She looked for some agreement on their part. "Correct." Serin said as she turned and made a small circle around Alex. He kept to his position, not budging an inch. She rubbed her chin as she made a few more passes. "He'll do rather well I believe. Well your nephew is a rather fine specimen and will do nicely." Alex raised his hand. "What does she mean do nicely?" Beth sighed. "Well you see they wish to experiment on interbreeding with their species and ours. They wish to take you up on their ship and have you mate with this girl. As the representative of earth my offspring has to be offered. Since I have only girls and you are the only male, they requested you." Alex bit his teeth together to keep silent. He'd jumped at the word experiment. "May I speak freely ma'am?" He asked. Beth nodded her head, knowing this would most likely be a long and colorful speech. "I would like to ask the Madam President if she is completely out of her mind. I am not a sheep to be bred to see if our species may mingle with theirs. Cattle are treated better due to recent legislation. I will not do as requested and prefer to be shot than be subjected to such a travesty. How am I to know what they will do once I am on the ship? I'd rather have a fighting chance here than with them." "PRIVATE!!" Beth said as the yelling had given her another migraine that she kept with her dozen other migraines. Alex went back to attention when his rank was called. He knew that he just happened to be the lowest rank in the military and that the president before him just so happened to be at the top. As an artillerist he had a sense of pride in his work, but then he would have never gotten that chance without his aunt. He didn't like it, but his outburst hid the fact that if he was ordered to, he would obey. Beth knew this as well. She could see that indoctrination had been drilled into the boys mind. The sense of male pride oozed from his pores at having dealt with combat for so many months. She wanted to mother him, to hug him, and make sure he stayed home exactly where he belonged. But it would eventually happen to them all no matter what she did. As much as her heart broke to order him to do so. "Private you will take your things from outside and report to their transport outside to disembark." Alex saluted smartly, a little too smartly as it were and did a complete about face. His eyes bore into his aunt from behind as he walked back out. Serin grinned until it seemed as if her smile would slip off her face and onto the wall. "He is high spirited isn't he? He'll be fine, healthy, and happy when he returns. No blame will be put on you for doing what is beyond your power." She put a hand on Beth's shoulder. Beth shrugged it off, she may not be able to control the chain reaction she now found herself in, but that didn't mean she had to enjoy the process. Alex cursed to himself as he walked towards the platform that would take him into the unknown. He couldn't imagine what horrible tests they were going to put upon him. Annie walked next to him, leaning on him and then looking up at his face. She'd been nervous to meet the person who would eventually be her mate. After a few changes of course. "I'm Annie." She introduced herself properly to him. His eyes rolled as he reached into his dusty jacket and pulled out a cigarette. He lit it under his hand to keep the wind from blowing it out and then took a long drag. "I don't care what they want us to do. I'm not going to enjoy this or cooperate beyond what will get me in trouble." Serin got onto the platform herself. "Now be nice to your, what was that word? Oh yes, be nice to your fiancee. She's going to be with you for awhile and needs you to help her. I hope that our two species can intermingle and have peace forever." She said as she clasped her hands together and then kicked the platform. It started to float up into the air. "Not if I get you over open sights I won't." Alex said in comment before the platform whisked itself towards its home. Before Alex could count the seconds on his fingers, he was inside the brightly lit ship. The wall seemed to glow and glitter with life. They appeared to be moist, but when his hand glided over it, the texture proved to be soft and pliable, but definitely dry. "Holy shit." He said under his breath. Serin smiled as the platform stopped in front of a long hallway. "You see as our guest for now you will have a private room. When everything for tomorrow is arranged, we will summon you and prepare for your coupling. Of course that will take some time to fabricate. Now Annie give him a tour and let him eat and then the two of you can spend the night getting to know eachother." She watched, knowing she wouldn't have to set up anything if her daughter did her duty. "Yes mother." Annie said as she wrapped her arm underneath Alex's and started to drag him away. Alex cursed himself for doing what he'd been ordered to do. Of course if he resisted to what they had told him, he'd end up doing it anyway by force. The pure powerlessness was all to well known to him. The tour itself did prove to be rather interesting. The machinery and the actual proportions of the ship would shock an earthling engineer. Of course after awhile the size of everything ran thin on Alex's sense. There were only so many hallways he could be dragged through before the whole experience tried him. The one part of the ship that did interest him, the bridge, proved to be rather disappointing due to it being a very small room in comparison to the rest of the ship. "Uh, Annie was it?" He asked as she began to show him another set of programs that ran the automatic platforms. She looked up at him. "Can we retire to the room I was assigned to? I wish to get out of my dirty clothes and go to sleep. This whole day has just been one long nightmare and I wish to get it over with. Perhaps I'll wake up tomorrow in my foxhole and find out this was one long horrible dream." Annie looked hurt that he appeared to dislike the tour she had given. The hurt look made him pull back a little. "Well if you want to stay and talk I suppose that will be fine too." She perked up, jumping a little so that a small strand of her pink hair got in front of her eyes. She blew it back onto her head and grabbed his arm again. He tried to resist and could feel his arm almost wretch from its socket. She dragged him down one of the many hallways the ship sported in this section and then quickly stopped in front of a large door. "Here we are." She said as the door quickly disappeared when she neared it. It quickly reappeared when they had entered and she let go of his arm. The room looked as if it had been transplanted from one of the upper scale hotels on Earth. Their was a large screen TV, which didn't work to Alex's dismay, a large bed with satin sheets, and mahogany furniture. The best accommodation it sported was the balcony that seemed to suspend itself over the dome that held the major part of the ship. Annie twirled until she caught herself on the rail. "Nice isn't it?" She giggled and leaned against it. Alex simply grunted in his throat and slipped his jacket off and started to throw his clothes on a spare chair. The sand and dirt dribbled onto the thick carpets as he slipped out of his boxers and threw them on the chair along with the rest of his clothes. "I'm taking a shower." He stated as he found the bathroom, slamming the door shut. The bathroom happened to be as fancy as the rest of the apartment. Each bit of porcelain gleamed from its cleanliness and could be easily mistaken for marble. He didn't care as he checked his reflection. His hair still curled in front of his forehead, his eyes dark brown marbles in his head. He ran a finger past a scar he had at the edge of his left shoulder. "Damn shrapnel." He commented to himself. Close calls were to be honored and scorned at the same time. He scratched at his leg. After all his body hair grew, he found any itch to be trifling. Annie waited til the shower started, the water dripping onto the floor. Slowly she reached into what looked like the side of her dress, inserting her hand into a pocket that no one would have guessed existed unless she placed her hand within it. Her hand clasped something, a large bulge of nervousness passing down her throat. Alex looked straight into the mirror again. Well now he was clean. Drinking water would probably not be wise while he was on the ship. Thankfully he had stored some water in the pouch in his jacket. They wouldn't be able to find it to drug it if they tried. Even if they did, he'd find tampering. "Remember trust nothing." He reminded himself as he wrapped a towel around his waist and walked out. "DINNER!!" Annie said as she pulled a tray out from a small cart. Alex eyed it with as much distrust as he could muster in his eyes. She looked down at the tray of steak and mashed potatoes and gravy. "What you don't like meat?" Alex's stomach grumbled. All he'd eaten was a small biscuit on the way to the capitol and that biscuit had been moldy when he acquired it. After that he'd been rushed so quickly on the ship that he couldn't get a bite to eat of "safe" food. He owned water, but living without food could sap him of strength on its own. Well if it was still hot, she wouldn't have been able to dissolve it completely into the food. A roll lay right next to the steaming hot food. He quickly grabbed that and yanked the outer crust off to leave only its white insides. His mouth quickly allowed him to devour this and then scratched the edge of his nose with his fingernail. Annie's cheeks pouted outward at his clear distrust. It wasn't that he didn't have cause. After all being sent home from war, he'd found he was to be mated to a complete stranger. Not to mention that complete stranger just happened to be an alien. She leaned over the food. "Don't be mean and eat." His eyes simply roved over to the tray. The smell wafted up his nose, making his stomach growl even more at the fact that he hadn't allowed it to intake more than a small amount of bread. He quickly lit a cigarette with his free hand and took another horrible puff. Occupying himself, he decided to get dressed. Anything to take his mind off of food. He slid back on the boxers and pants. The rest of the clothes were too filled with sand to be of any use after he showered. "That smells nasty." Annie covered her nose with her hand and tried to disperse the smoke with her other. He smirked a little and then threw it off the balcony. The thing disappeared rather quickly as it flew into the darkness "Better?" He said. Annie answered by doing something that seriously confused him. She ran over and then wrapped her arms around him and kissed him deeply. He grabbed her shoulders and then pushed her off of him. She rubbed her shoulder as he threw his hand to his neck. "You scratched me with your nails. What are you aliens? Insane?" She shook her head and smiled. "Nope." He shook his head at the scratch. "Never mind. Just promise not to do anything like that again and you can stay. And can you please get rid of the food. I'm not hungry." She shrugged, leaning over and then picking the food up. It easily fit in a slot that appeared in the wall and disappeared from sight. "And why shouldn't I kiss you? We're supposed to mate. Don't mates kiss eachother out of love?" "We're not in love." He retorted. She thought about it for a second and agreed. "You're right. You're too distrusting and loud. And you're mouth tastes like that thing smells. Besides I hope you know the food was perfectly fine. You could have had a very nice meal. Well mother was right, humans are very distrusting of others. So sad really." "I've had enough people shooting at me for me to ever trust anyone. It's kept me alive." She appeared in front of him faster than he thought possible. Her eyes shook and she clasped his hand in hers. "What are you doing?" She looked up at him with those large pink eyes, leaning forward on his side. "It served you well then, it won't here." His face contorted for a second. "What's that?" He looked down at her as she leaned up against him? "What's what?" She asked. He narrowed his eyes and then grabbed onto her wrist, pulling her slightly to the side. He did a good job of not hurting her, though she found it a rather odd position to be held up by one arm to the side. "What are you doing?" She seemed more confused than anything. The edge of her dress pressed up against her front, making her appear smooth. He grabbed the edge of the dress and hiked it up, looking under it. He turned a sheet white and let go of her hand as if it had suddenly turned hot. "What the hell? You have a.. a.. a." He paused to take a breath. He'd seen it. "You have a penis. You're a male." Annie looked confused for a second. "Male? OH!! That? Yes I do have a penis. I guess no one told you, but all of us on the ship are designated male under your species I suppose since we have sperm. But on my planet, the males and females physically resemble eachother perfectly. You can't tell except by scent." She smiled when she said it, almost as if she were teaching a small child about anatomy. "But if all of you are like that." He was against the wall. "Then why do you call her mother? Or even her?" Annie giggled as she pulled down her dress and covered her mouth with her hand. "Well she is my mother. We use the formal terms for parents when we are like me, and the more informal term when we deal with those who give birth." "But you have breasts, how do you look like a girl, and yet it was perfectly healthy. Estrogen makes it shrivel. How the hell?" His mind went in a dozen different directions. She touched the edge of her face. "Well yes I suppose if we had the human equivalent of that hormone you'd be right. Ours is a little different and we all have it. At least we did when mama and the rest were alive." She looked depressed after that and cast her eyes at the floor. Alex could give a little sympathy on losing ones parents, but one question instantly appeared in his mind. "But if you carry the sperm and they want us to procreate? That means that I'd be the one." Annie nodded her head. "You figured out most of it." She giggled as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Alex jumped into the bathroom, sticking his finger down his throat. Annie looked annoyed. "I told you that the food wasn't poisoned. You could have enjoyed a hot meal without any trouble or worry. Such a stubborn boy." His hand instantly shot to his neck. She closed her eyes and then leaned forward; nodding her head. He stood up, walking towards her, while holding his neck. He wavered a little, the walk nothing like a charge. His eyes fluttered a little, his body going limp and then falling into her arms. Annie caught him, getting pushed back on top of the bed by his weight. "It'll be only three days." She said as she pulled him up onto the bed. Alex felt nauseous, the feelings of sickness only getting worse with every breath. He flew between life and death, simply muttering at sliding his body from side to side. Annie quickly pulled his pants off to cool him down. She hated administering the virus into his body. Her own race had built immunities to the viral strain centuries before she was ever born. Humans on the other hand seemed to get extremely sick when it was administered. The early experiments with humans caused many of them to die. Of course the other experiments filled the long list of Jane and John Does that filled hospital beds as it was necessary to wipe their memories. Without any ID they'd milled around Earth in their new forms, never knowing the events transpiring before their lost memories. Of course they wouldn't have to do that with her new mate. She wondered if it proved more or less cruel that he would keep his memories. Annie checked the machine installed over the bed that constantly monitored his temperature. If it went over 100 she would have to call in an emergency team. Of course that rarely happened now adays. As the body rejected the old cells, it immediately replaced them. That helped to prevent the body from degenerating like the first subjects. The only threat now would be the rejection of the new cells by the old ones. If only the immune system would just give up, nothing would happen at all and the transformation would be painless. Alex's mind traveled to other places while he lay in bed. The most unpleasant being where he'd spent the last year. Though as time flew past his mind, he seemed to be traveling back in time rather than going forward. Then it stopped at the earliest defining moment he could remember. "Oh what a pretty little girl." The old woman said as she looked at Alex. His mother had dressed him in dresses since he turned 10. Of course to most people that seemed to be a rather late date. They'd chastised her for not getting him in dresses earlier. Some tried to feminize their sons at birth. Her mother simply waited for his father to agree with it. At 10 he'd met the wrong end of the pavement from a 30 story drop. The window that went outside his office hadn't been strengthened when he decided to put his head on it. Normally windows do not break when someone leans their head against it. This one was extremely old and while trying to use his hands to remove himself from it, the crack had widened and he fell right out. The company compensated for the loss, but his mother still had to work. Of course it solved the problem of dressing him in a dress. He'd been in lace ever since, despite his earlier reservations. The old woman stood in front of him, marveling at how cute he seemed in the adorable pink dress. "Yes my son is cute isn't he?" His mother responded to the compliment. The old woman instantly stood up from her half leaning posture. Her eyes narrowed and opened at his mother. Obviously she was much older fashioned than the new generation, who disapproved of the dressing of boys in petticoats or dresses. Her voice became frosty and cold. "You madam and your generation are sick." With those words she stormed off. Alex's mother simply shrugged her shoulders. She knew she could never convince or please everyone. She thought it would be a good idea to put her son in normal clothes for once instead of dressing him like his grandparents would have wanted. She sighed as she leaned her hand to wrap around her child's. What a strange world they lived in. Annie peeled an orange that she acquired from the president's office when she visited earlier. Watching Alex's body bored her to tell the truth. By the time she stopped checking the monitor and actually looked at his body, the transformations had already begun. Alex's dormant form shrunk slightly, the boxers being spread outward and to the side by his widening hips. He seemed softer and though he hadn't been exceptionally hairy before, the slight down of hair he did own had fallen off and shriveled on the bed. The hair on his head grew fuller, though not really lengthening. Her curiosity peeked, Annie reached her hand over and touched his side. The muscles he sported from hard work lifting shells disappeared into a more plump shape. His appearance now seemed to be that of an adolescent boy who still retained his baby fat. Annie checked the timer on the monitor. "Only 7 hours." She put the knife she peeled the orange with to her face, making sure not to cut herself. "I think." She thought a little harder. "I think I'll get another orange. The knife clacked against the table as she rose to get what she desired. Alex thrashed about again, his mind wandering to the next moment when his life changed dramatically. George ran up to him, his wide blue eyes even wider as he tried to grab his friend's arm. "Alex." He yanked on the top sleeve of the light blue Sunday dress Alex was wearing for his school pictures that day. They were thirteen and Alex spent the whole day trying to get his hair just right. George, who probably spent even more time on his hair, yanked on Alex's arm again. "WHAT??" Alex got irate at his friend as he was ruining his clothes. Being 13 at the time, he didn't need another person ruining his clothing. George's face turned white as he gulped back something. "They want you in the office. It's.." He couldn't go any further before Alex ran past the long line and out into the hallway. Getting called to the office on news that had turned George white wasn't going to be anything good. Alex slid past the door to the office, which happened to be quite a feet considering the shoes he was wearing. Low heels were never meant to be slid with. That didn't concern the 13 year old though. The news he heard in the office did. The compensation for the death of his father hadn't been enough to completely raise a son on. The prices rose very sharply during that time and his mother was hired by a reality company. Unlike his father, she hadn't been killed directly at her company. Instead the electric train she rode, twisted off one of its tracks and crashed into an embankment. The track being about 20 feet above the before mentioned embankment, and the fact that it had been going at a very high rate of speed; meant that there were very few survivors. Less than a dozen people came out of the train alive and of those, only 5 lived a day past the accident. Alex couldn't move. George felt guilty for being the messenger of the tragedy and tried to console his crushed friend. He always stayed sensitive and caring for the rest of his life. Of course the war and drafting of younger and younger boys didn't do him any good. The last Alex had heard, he'd put a gun in his mouth due to the stress during training and pulled the trigger. It surprised him that more boys didn't do it. The rigors of the military and the complete difference on how they were raised at home should have caused more shocks than it did. Alex woke up from his thoughts and memories, gasping for air. His head pounded and his throat felt like knifes were shoved down inside it. He tried to get up, finding that he could barely roll his body. He felt nauseous, his stomach churning. The ground felt cold as he rolled off the bed onto it. Only able to crawl, he made his way towards the bathroom. The toilet proved to be as high class as the rest of the bathroom. The thing that Alex cared about was that it was clean enough. It contained water and a flushing capability; that proved important too. Alex's mind whirled around the room. Odd that he appeared to be lighter and heavier at the same time. He must weigh less due to the sickness, but did that mean he lost muscle mass too? His hands roamed to his legs. They were rounded and fat. The edge of his chest also jutted outward slightly. If he guessed, he'd say that he was starting to sprout a set of breasts. Losing weight did not make one grow breasts. He looked down at his stomach, it happened to be slightly pudgy, but nothing to suggest a reason to having two swollen lumps on his chest. They didn't look odd and he didn't remember much of his conversation earlier, so he didn't link the two together. Another wave of sickness passed over him like a tide, his face bulging slightly, his eyes rolling upwards, and his body falling back against the cool floor. Annie walked back into the room carrying a wet rag and a glass of water. She'd gotten thirsty and also needed something to keep down his fever. The cold bedsheets did some of the job, but the machine proved worthless at making him more comfortable. Primitive methods, such as a wet rag, had to be used. She hated having to be sent around like a chicken with its head cut off. But it relieved his suffering a little, so she did it anyways. Her head twisted back and forth as she noticed he wasn't in the bed. "I take my eye off you for five minutes and now you're lost." She pouted. She placed the two items she'd gotten on the table and looked in the bathroom. The small form lay with its face down on the floor. Annie moved forward slightly, kneeling down by Alex and then hefting him onto his side. He weighed considerably less than when she'd dragged him to bed two days before. By now he'd lost almost 6 inches in height, from 5'11 to 5'5. He'd lost about 50 pounds as well. Now as she held his face in her hand she could see how soft his face had become. A sharp pointed nose resided on his face, though it wasn't as wide as before and the eyes were more dainty and set. Annie wrapped her arms around his chest, using what were clearly a set of A-cup breasts to support her. The boxers slipped off past the hips and down to the floor. Alex winced as Annie tried to grab them, touching his stomach as she went knelt. Annie's eyes wandered down to where her hand was. Alex still retained what had defined him as male since his birth; though barely. The organ hung limply to its owner, shriveled to the point of being useless. The two companions that nature intended for them to be joined with had long since drawn up into his body. Annie shook her head. Getting him onto the bed must take precedence over her random observations.. The duty of dragging him back to the bed proved much simpler with the drastic difference in weight from before. She dropped him onto the bed, pulling