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Viva La Revolution!
May 15th, 2035.
"Mum?" crooned Karen, a hint of pleading in her voice. Her best friend,
Amy, was standing beside her.
"Yes, Karen?"
"You know how I got straight As in my Exams?" she said, twirling her hair
innocently. She knew her mum knew she was going to ask for something big;
she knew her mum knew what it was as well. However, there was a ritual to
be performed, a game to be played, one of argumentation and persuation.
"Yes Karen?" replied her mother, smiling slightly.
"And you know how we're going to the O2 festival next month?"
"Indeed I do, oh daughter of mine," she said, rolling her eyes.
"Well, I have certain concerns about the toilets at the festival. After
all, if I need to pee, as undoubtedly I will during the course of the
weekend, I'll be forced to join a lengthy queue every time I wish to do
so, and in most unsanitary conditions."
"Indeed you will. However this is all part of the festival going
experience."
"Perhaps. However, there is a way this aspect can be avoided."
"Is there now?" Her mother raised her eyebrows dramatically.
"Mother, I wish to grow a penis."
Her mother grinned. "Yeah, I thought that's where you were going with
this. I've seen those magazines you two have been reading: Girl+, and
Annabel! - and I can't say I entirely approve."
"It's the latest development in feminism, though! As long as men see us
as... as creatures to be penetrated and themselves as being the
penetrators, there's always going to be a culture of dominance!"
"But... you're removing the one thing that makes you a woman."
"Sorry, but I disagree. It's our experiences, our personalities, and our
minds that make us women. All a pussy makes us is fuckholes and baby
factories."
Karen's mother looked a little hurt.
"Karen!"
"I'm sorry. But... I mean, there's nothing wrong with receptive sex, and
nothing wrong with giving birth, obviously. They're great things! But
there's more to being a woman than that, and men need to realise this.
And that's what Girl+ culture is all about."
"Well, I can't say I'm convinced. If you ask me, it's all just a silly
fad. But my parents felt the same way when I got my nose pierced, so I
suppose I can't really object. How much is it?"
"Five hundred pounds."
Karen's mother raised her eyebrows.
"Please!!"
Karen's mother tutted, and smiled.
"Okay then." she said.
Karen and Amy whooped and cheered, and hugged each other, and then
Karen's mother.
"Mum, you're the best!"
*
May 22nd, 2035
Karen and Amy were sitting in Karen's living room, watching TV. Nothing
was on; they were just hanging out. Karen was painting Amy's nails: she
had some new programmable-polish that Amy wanted to try on. They were
going out tonight, to celebrate their last night as trad-girls. Karen's
brother wandered in.
"Hi Paul," said Amy, her voice gleaming. She had quite the crush on Paul,
and made no secret of it. Why should she? Desire was nothing to be
ashamed of.
"'Scuse me," said Karen, who went away to pester her mother: she wanted
to borrow some lipstick, as well as a pair of shoes.
"Come, sit down beside me," said Amy. Paul was only fifteen, two years
younger than the two girls. He was cute, but kind of dorky, and still
nervous around women, even his sister's best friend, who had been around
him since he was three.
He sat.
"Paul, I've got a wee present for you," she said.
"Oh...?" He said. There was a tone of suspicion in his voice, and he
adjusted his glasses nervously.
She reached into her bag and got out a small package wrapped in shiny
golden paper and containing something soft, the size of a fist. He took
it from her, and stared at it.
"Go on! Open it!"
Tentatively, awkwardly, he ripped open the paper, and two pairs of
panties fell out. They were extremely feminine: one pair was of soft,
purple cotton, with frilly lace around the edges, and a black star on the
front. The other pair was white, and covered with little black daisies.
"They used to be mine. From a couple of years ago, when I used to be a
really girly-girl. You remember, right? I mean, I even wore skirts! -
Ugh! But... I think you'd look really sweet in them. Very cute..."
"Amy- I'm a boy. I wear boys' underwear."
"I know you do. But I want you to change that! I mean, what's wrong with
being feminine? Why do you hate women? Why don't you like girlish
things?"
"I... I don't hate women. I just... don't want to be one!"
"Nobody's asking you to become a girl! I like boys! But... you're still
clinging to all these outdated gender codes, where men wear trousers and
take charge of women, and women wear dresses and just have to accept it."
"I don't want that! I just don't see why you want me to be a sissy."
"Look, I'm going to very blunt here. I like you. You're really cute, and
I like hanging around with you. But I don't want to be in a relationship
based on the idea that I have to be submissive to you. I mean, I'm two
years older than you. And anyway- don't say sissy. It's really rude.
Tomgirl is the preferred term nowadays."
"Fine... okay... But look, I'm not going to wear your damn panties!
Anyway, won't you need them? Or are you going to start wearing boys'
pants after your little operation?"
Amy sneered.
"No! I'm going to wear girl's pants, thank you very much. I've been
buying them already, in advance. They're pretty, and they're feminine,
and they're designed especially for dickgirls. Like I'm going to be
tomorrow."
"Look, I don't want to be your Tomgirl, okay? I like being a boy. Call it
boring and traditional, and I know all the arguments about how gender
flexibility is good for the mind, and about rebalancing the genders. But
I don't want any part of it, okay, Ames? I'll see you later."
He got up, and stormed off to his room, but Amy couldn't help but notice
that he took his new panties with him.
*
May 23rd, 2035
Their hearts pounding, nerves a-jangle, Amy and Karen walked hand-in-hand
to the Cosmetic Surgery clinic. Surgery had come along in leaps and
bounds since the development of stem-cell based treatments and robotic
surgeons, and operations that would have been unthinkable even when Amy
and Karen were little girls were now routine. They walked in, and said
hello to the receptionist; a cute Tomgirl in his early twenties. Amy
considered flirting with him, but it was a little weird to try and pick
up Tomgirls older than you.
"Hi... we have an appointment: Karen Willis and Amy Miles?"
"Okay, sure," he said, checking the names off on the computer. "Come
through here, and I'll just get you set up." He led them through to
another smaller room, and asked them to sit down on the other side of the
desk to him.
"So, just to confirm, what are you both here for?"
"We'd like to have penises, please."
"Okay. Just the bottom? You don't want facial hair implants, hip
reduction, and breast removal?"
"Breast...!" The two girls hugged their chests in protective alarm.
"Just the dicks, then?" he replied, smiling. The two girls nodded.
"And have you picked out the style of penis you'd like?"
"Oh yes," said Karen. "I'm going for the Winston."
"I see," he replied. "We recommend that if this is your first penis you
should perhaps not go for such a large one. There are certain issues that
can arise. Some young men can find it intimidating to make love to a
well-endowed lady, especially if they're inexperienced. And a lot of
women feel a smaller penis is more feminine and ladylike. Perhaps the
Julian?" He turned the display towards her, and flipped it through to the
member in question. "I feel it's a very svelte number."
"Yes, okay!" she said.
"And how about you?"
"I think I'll have the Edgar."
"A fine choice, miss. My girlfriend has one too; it's quite beautiful."
"And you'd both like the urethral re-routing? So you can pee through it?"
"Oh yes."
"A good choice.
"Testicles?"
"Nah," said Karen.
"Nope."
"Okay. Do you want your vagina sealed? Or do you want to keep your
opening?"
"Keep it," said Karen.
"Lose it," said Amy.
"I see. And... Miss Miles? We have a new option for those who desire
devagination: would you like to keep your labia? Penetration is still
impossible, but many young women feel it strikes an oddly defiant note; a
homage to your former alignment. It's purely decorative, but a lot of
young men like the look of a lady's lower lips, and find their presences
quite reassuring."
"Hmmm... Yes, okay!" she replied.
"A wise decision, I think. Some young men still cling to rather
traditional notions, don't they? They still think that penetration should
be a one-way street, gender-wise. But retaining your lips, well, they
feel it says that you're still a woman, and it puts a lie to the tedious
argument that you're trying to become men, or some such nonsense."
Amy nodded. "So, what now?"
"Take a seat in the waiting area, and I'll get one of the nurses to
attend to you shortly."
*
Twenty minutes later the two girls stood naked in the surgical chamber.
Karen's legs were shaking; Amy had propped herself up against one of the
autosurgeons in a display of false bravado. The nurse came in, and smiled
at them.
"When you're ready, lie down on the couch," she said. The two girls
hugged each other, and lay down. The nurse took a gasmask from the hook
behind Amy head, and attached it to her face, and then did the same thing
to Karen. She pressed a few buttons on the console. The two girls held
hands across the aisle between the autosurgeons, and in a few short
seconds, they were unconscious. Then the robotic arms set to work.
The machine applied suction to each girl's clitoris, stretching it into a
transparent tube. Needles within the tube pierced the clitoral flesh,
injecting it with new cells of genital tissue, cloned from the girls' own
genetic material. The machine paused for a minute, waiting for the new
cells to settle in, before injecting a new batch into a different part
of the organ. This process continued for six hours.
By that point, the girls' clitorises had been resculpted to form
convincing phalluses; however, they were still unable to pee through
them. This required a separate operation. A prehensile needle injected
itself into the head of the neophallus, and threaded its way through
their bodies to the end of their urethra. This needle then expanded, its
end opening out, and retracted to release a new length of urethral
tubing. Robotic fingers secured the tubing at each end with a layer of
tissue. Then, another robotic finger opened the girl's outer labia, and
cut a slit just below their vaginal opening. It then cut and glued the
new urethra to the old, and sealed the wound with a fresh layer of
tissue, coupled with a number of hormones to stimulate healing. The old
urethral opening was then sealed with a plug of the appropriate tissue,
which soon fused seamlessly with the existing flesh. Karen's operation
was complete, but for Amy, a plug of flesh was inserted into her vaginal
opening, and sealed in place with cellular glue. The operation was
complete; and after allowing two hours for the wounds to heal, and the
itching to subside - an inevitable side effect of the ten-thousand
repeated deep injections in the initial phalloplasty phase - the girls
awoke.
*
Karen gazed across at Amy, and then down at her new penis. She gasped and
smiled as she saw it. Amy was still unconscious. Karen stared at her
penis. Her genitals still felt more or less the same as they had before;
the clitoral nerves had simply become spread out in different shape. She
reached down and touched it; it felt oddly familiar, and yet also strange
and new. She pinched it between her fingers, and stroked her glans. It
felt nice. Strange, and new, but with an undeniable potential for
pleasure.
"Amy?" she hissed. "Are you awake?"
Amy's eyes opened slowly, and dropped closed again. "Typical," thought
Karen. "Just like every sleepover." But Karen dozed off again too, and
twenty minutes later she was awake again. Amy was standing by the full-
length mirror at the end of the room, admiring her new penis, and holding
a cup of coffee.
"Hey..." said Karen, unable to stop herself from smiling."We've got dicks
now."
"I know," she replied, her joy barely constrained by her effort to sound
cool. "I'm hungry. Let's go get something to eat."
*
The two dickgirls sat in BurgerShack, chomping through a pair of burgers
and onion rings, each partnered with a large carton of Irn Bru. They
didn't say much; they just smiled at each other. They hadn't eaten in
over ten hours, and despite their excitement, they were still starving.
Amy finished her burger first.
"So, what now?" she asked.
"Well, I really need to go pee," she said, grinning.
"Cool..." she said, smiling at the prospect; this would be the first time
they got to use their willies for urination; the novelty of it all
appealed to them. Karen stuffed the last of her burger into her mouth,
and finished her Irn Bru.
"Come on. Let's go!"
They ran down the escalator of the mall, and down to the toilets. They
handed the attendant a 50p each, and went inside, standing for a moment
inside the Ladies toilets, staring at the urinals. They turned to each
other and smiled. They went forward, and unzipped their flies, their
tight jeans making their packages visible to any who cared to look. They
pulled out their respective penises, and started to pee.
"This feels really weird!" said Karen. "It's flowing through my clit..."
"I know..." replied Amy, "Oh, hold on, better aim right. It really pisses
me off when my dad leaves little splashes by the toilet seat. I mean,
what if we step in it?"
"I know, it's gross. I mean, my dad left when I was two, but my
brother... ugh!"
"We're going to be way more responsible with our penises than that lot
though, right?"
"I know! Sometimes I think men just go out of their way to inconvenience
women."
A trad-girl walked past with her mother. She was twelve years old, and
wearing a knee length skirt. She stopped for a moment and stared at the
two older girls jealously, blushing with embarrassment. Her mother pursed
her lips and grabbed her by the hand. "Come on, Dorothy! There's a
cubicle free there!"
"Sometimes I think men should be girled at birth," said Amy. "If they
want their knob back, make them get a license or something. Sit an exam."
"At the very least they should be made to pee sitting down," replied
Karen. "You know, surgically. A urethral re-routing, like we had, but in
reverse."
"Okay, I'm done here," said Amy. She shook her cock, the last dribble of
urine flying away. Then she took a piece of paper from the dispenser
above her, and dabbed the end of her penis. It was funny; women's urinals
always provided paper for dabbing, but men's did not. That men were
willing to run the risk of a spare droplet of urine tainting their
underwear seemed ghastly to her.
"Yeah, me too," replied her friend. They went and washed their hands.
*
The two girls arrived back at Karen's house at 8pm. They had spent the
last two hours shopping, buying new girl-plus briefs: thongs and tangas
with enough space in front to comfortably house a penis, yet still pretty
and feminine. Karen had bought a new vest-top, and Amy had got a new pair
of jeans.
"Hello girls," said Amy's mother, who was sitting on the sofa, watching
the news. "How did it go?"
"Pretty amazing!" cried her daughter. "I've got a penis now! It's...
amazing."
"Hey sis," said Paul. "Or should that be brother now?" he added.
"A girl with a dick is still a girl, dumb-ass."
"Wanna see mine?" said Amy, smiling at Paul.
"Not really, no. I mean, you never offered to show me your cunt..."
Amy sneered. "It's just not appropriate for a girl to do that!"
Paul tutted.
"I saw you playing football in the park the other day." she said. "Very
impressive."
"Thanks."
"You were playing topless." she added.
"Yeah. It was hot. What of it?"
"I think you should get yourself a bra."
"What? Why?! I've got nothing to put in it!"
"Look, if a girl goes out with no top on, she gets arrested for indecent
exposure. Why should female nipples be considered obscene and boys
aren't?"
"She does have a point," added his mother.
"I mean, at least girl's nipples do something! Men's are useless!" said
Karen.
"I know! I mean, do you really want to see some fat old builder's hairy
chest when you're walking down the street? Hell no!"
"I don't need a bra..." said Paul.
"I saw some nice boys' bras in H&M," said his sister. "Very... manly.
Just enough support, but no frilly bits or anything. I saw one I thought
would look really good on you."
"Fuck's sake!" he mumbled, and wandered off to his room. The two girls
burst out laughing, while Karen's mother shook her head.
*
The two girls headed back to Karen's room; they had decided Amy should
sleep over at Karen's, to make the most of their special day. Karen and
Amy were tucked up in bed together - they usually shared the bed, as it
was a double bed, and there was no spare mattress. Karen flipped on her
computer, and the wide-screen display on the opposite wall.
"I've got a wee surprise for you," she said. "I downloaded some porn."
The two girls had watched porn together since they were fourteen. They
both loved gay porn; the thought of watching two men fucking really
excited them. Of course, pornography had changed a lot in the past twenty
years; now the market for women's pornography was almost as large as the
male market, though the girls' stuff usually had better scripts, acting,
and direction. This film started with a gay guy- very manly, with abs
like an egg box and a perky smile - making a bet with his dickgirl co-
worker about whether he could pull the new Tomgirl at their gym. The
first half hour or so was mostly prelude; flirtation and attempted
sabotage by the dickgirl, but with lots of nude or topless shots of the
guys to keep the titillation levels high. Then the two guys started to
get it on; their first kiss in the changing room after a football match
evolving into biting and stripping. Soon the tradboy was biting the
tomgirl's nipples...
"Karen... are you getting an erection?"
"Um..."
"Because I am! My very first!"
"Yeah, me too..."
"Um... should we..."
"Masturbate?"
Silence filled the room.
"Do we have...?" asked Karen.
"Tissues?"
"Yeah."
Amy pointed at the box she kept by her dressing table. She clambered out
of bed and grabbed them, and got back in.
"So... do you want to go first?"
"I was rather hoping you would."
Silence.
Onscreen, the Tomgirl was on his knees, unbuttoning the trad's shorts.
"We should probably do it together," said Amy.
"Okay... Um... how?"
"I don't know. I mean, I've never..."
"Yeah. Me neither. "
"Well, let's take these covers off first," said Amy. They flung the duvet
down to the end of the bed. Amy stared down at her bulging boyshorts,
then down at Karen's bulging panties.
"Let's get these off, then?" she asked, part-hoping the answer would be
no.
"Okay," said Karen. The two girls wriggled out of their knickers, and
kicked them off the end of the bed. On the TV screen, the tomgirl was
sucking his boyfriend's cock with a look of fierce concentration. They
stared down at each other's erections, before turning their gaze towards
their own. Amy's was a little bigger than Karen's; and Karen felt oddly
embarrassed.
"What now?" she asked.
"I guess we... um..." said Amy. She licked her finger and started to rub
the head of her penis.
"How is it?"
"Quite nice... yeah." Then she held the solid member in her hand, and
started working it up and down, first slowly, then a little faster. "This
is pretty good, actually," she said, almost surprised.
Karen took her penis in her fist too, and started to work it up and down.
"Oh, this is good. A lot more direct than before...." she said. The image
on the screen showed the tradboy lifting the other boy's testicles and
thrusting his penis into his tomhole.
"Oh God," gasped Amy. "It is! It's so... immediate! I never realised how
fiddly it was, the old way."
"Mmm," agreed her friend.
They stroked away for another minute or so, watching the trad holding
down the tomgirl, watching his ass pulsing as he thrust in and out of his
lover, the tomgirl, fingering his cock as he did so.
"This feels weird... almost sore...." gasped Karen, with a hint of
anxiety in her voice."I should stop..."
"No, I think it's meant to be like that..."
Karen felt her penis convulse and twitch within her hand, and watched
with shock and delight as semen sprayed up onto her breast. Amy turned
her head to watch, and gasped in surprise, her eyes wide at the display.
She watched Karen moans subside, and turned back to the television,
watching the two boys achieve simultaneous orgasm. She wanted to be
grinding away inside that Tom, to watch his cute little bottom moving in
those silk panties, to...
The heat in her penis exploded in a series of throbs, as pleasure spread
throughout her body. Her fist was wet now, and there was semen all over
her thighs and hands. She fell back onto the bed.
"That was pretty incredible," she sighed to her friend. Karen already had
her eyes closed, a pile of scrunched up tissues on her belly. Amy wiped
herself clean, and the two girls finished cleaning themselves off. They
threw their dirty tissues in the bin, and fell asleep in each other's
arms.
*
June 5th 2035
It was the first day of the festival, and Amy and Karen were already
excited. They had queued to get from the campsite into the main festival,
and spent the first couple of hours just wandering around, buying
overpriced programmes, t-shirts, and other merchandise. They also bought
a packet of weed brownies from the official vendor, based in large part
on Karen's mother's advice to stick to marijuana and avoid alcohol for
the festival.
They saw a few bands, wandering from tent to tent to watch the up-and-
coming bands at the bottom of the bill and the acts in the unsigned tent.
They played giant Jenga and ate hot dogs, and Amy bought some really cute
earrings at the market.
As far as Amy was concerned, however, the main event of the day was the
appearance of The Shuriken Incident, not least because of her massive
crush on Chloe Mayweather, the lead singer. Chloe was one of the pioneers
of the Second Sexual revolution, and was one of the most famous faces of
the TomGirl movement in the mid-twenties. He inspired thousands, if not
millions of young men to wear skirts and eyeliner, a fact which Amy was
eternally grateful for. The show was fantastic; not only were the songs
classics, but Chloe was an incredible dancer to boot.
*
By 9pm the two girls had gone their separate ways: Amy wanted to see the
tomgirl burlesque in the Cabaret tent, but Karen wanted to hear Doctor
Sunburst's DJ set in the dance tent. She danced alone and unashamed, lost
in the music. An eighteen year old boy, with straggly hair and a tight
vest that just concealed a well-toned stomach was dancing just in front
of her. He was exactly the sort of macho boy that drove her wild, and
that she wanted to dominate.
*
One hour later Karen was back in her tent, wearing nothing but a bra, and
crouched on top of the naked boy. He stared down at her hard cock,
grinning.
"I've never shagged a dickgirl before," he said.
She picked a bottle of lubricant from her bag, and squirted it onto her
fingers. She massaged it onto her penis, lifted his legs up above his
shoulders, and pushed her dick into his asshole.
"You still haven't," she said, smiling.
*
The Tomgirl burlesque was in full swing. Although Amy felt a little
awkward attending it alone - normally she had Karen along for company on
most of her acts of sexual exploration - but she soon made friends with a
gay trad called Mike and his tomgirl partner, Kyle. The show opened with
a striptease - a beautiful boy stripping to just his panties and heels,
before flinging his bra to the audience. Amy caught it, and grinned
wildly: the stripper winked at her, covering his chest theatrically as he
left the stage, his cute bottom wiggling with every step. Amy was glad
she had bought herself a beer at the start of the show, as she had a
significant erection, and was unwilling to go to the bar until it
subsided. The rest of the show covered all the usual bases - a Zatanna-
styled magic show, and a couple of cabaret numbers. In one song the lead
debated whether or not to get castrated, with a chorus of other tomgirls
offering conflicting advice, and another starring the troupe's token
dickgirl, playing a deeply naive tradboy who didn't realise his new
girlfriend was actually a tomgirl. The show ended with a rousing song and
dance and stripping number and Amy left grinning and thoroughly
entertained.
*
June 7th
The autocar pulled up outside Karen's house, and two grubby, tired girls
got out, and unloaded their luggage. Before they could even reach the
door, Karen's mother emerged with Paul. Paul was wearing a black skirt
and tights, and Amy thought she could just see the outline of a bra strap
under his t-shirt. Amy gasped, her heart a-flutter. She dropped her bag
and ran towards him. Before he could even speak, she squeezed him in a
massive hug, and kissed him firmly on the lips.
"My god, Paulie! You're so... so pretty!" she squealed. "What... what
happened?"
"Well, me and Mum had a big talk while you two were away. She said what a
great girl you were, how perfect we would be for each other, and how
silly I was letting my fear of... you know... being... yours... get in
the way of our relationship. I was scared, Ames. I feel stupid admitting
it."
"Awww, sweetness, that's okay!" she said, as she squeezed him tightly,
and closed in for a long, passionate kiss.
The End.
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