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Part 1 The artificial sunlight pours through my window, casting light beams across my face. This is my prefered way to wake up, so I always make sure my home-pod is oriented North to South, with my loft window facing East. Cardinal directions directions are a strange thing on Gaijin. Sure we have magnetic North and South poles, just as Old Earth, and therefore an East and West as well, but having the artificial Sun raise in the East and set in the West was a decision made purely out of the comfort of nostalgia. The Great Sky could just as well cast a steady supply of UV light in 12 hour intervals, it would certainly be the most efficient decision, but the original Architects of this world found that emulating Old Earth's daily and seasonal cycles eased its inhabitants minds. This is the same reason an artificial Moon is also cast onto the Great Sky during the night cycles. I shift my weight to my elbows as I stir from my sleep. I had spent the previous week feeling the effects of my implants as they prepared themselves for The Switch. I could tell as new hormones flowed through my body, I could feel certain areas of my skin become more elastic, in anticipation of the implants true activation. For some reason, these damn implants were designed specifically so that people would wake up with all the changes at once, as opposed to a steady build up. But I knew my schedule well, when I went to sleep last night I know that I would wake up today with firm C-cup breasts, wide hips, and plump ass. That is of course, unless Celeste had something else in store for me this year. I feel the familiar weight of my breasts pull on my chest. The weight feels right, and with a quick grope it is confirmed that I once again have a perky set of C-cup boobs. I slide down the ship ladder of my loft into the main living area of my pod. The jiggle of my breasts is expected but still an odd sensation. It's been nearly a year since I last had boobs so I expect it to take a day or so before I become re- acquainted with my feminine form. It used to take the better half of the month to become accustomed to the effects of The Switch, but an upgrade to the implants rolled out a few years ago that added minor mental influences that now meant we acclimated within 24 hours. This, the Architects said, would mean that we would be able to fully experience what we are meant to experience during our month of The Switch. The Switch was something that has been part of life on Gaijin from the beginning. The original Architects wanted to do away with gender roles altogether, as they had planned to get rid of most all other sources of conflict that plagued Old Earth. But this change, more so than the planned democratic socialist government of Gaijin, or the strict environmental laws, or even the limits on population growth, was too much for people to get on board with. Gender roles were too ingrained in our way of life. Nobody that was participating in the Gaijin Expedition were sexist, the screenings made sure of that, it just turned out that society seemed to run better with fluctuating gender barriers, rather than no gender barriers at all. Those fluctuating gender barriers were the result of The Switch, a mandatory switch of gender roles that every citizen of Gaijin experienced for one month out of the year. It started as simply changing clothing styles and attaching hi-tech haptic feedback prosthetics for the month, but as Gaijin journeyed through the stars and the decades passed, technology continued to evolve. Now we all have implants that regulate our switch. The implants mean real physical changes to the switch-ee. With those real physical changes, The Switch was finally able to live up to its intended purposes, almost a century after its initial inception. By the time my parents were born on Gaijin, every citizen was able to full empathize with the other gender. We had achieved true gender equality. True gender equality, however, didn't mean that we were all excited about The Switch. We had no choice but to accept it, but there was growing dissent among some that The Switch was no longer necessary. This movement was gaining traction as many people began to realize that the evolution of The Switch and the implants that necessitated it were now driven by the "could we?" mentality rather than the "should we?" mentality. I am one of those people. I had put up with The Switch for twenty years now and didn't see anymore I could take out of it. Unfortunately, until the movement gained more traction, I am resigned to my annual month of femininity, just like every other male on Gaijin. I remove my pajamas as I examine my form in the mirror. My slender body is now padded out in all the right places. I run my hands over my curves with a sense of pride. This thought, more so that the physical changes, startles me. I had never been proud of my female form before, why was I now? The Switch was just something that I endured for a month, not something I ever looked forward to. I'm scared because the implants can't influence our emotions, the most they can do is supplement hormones that emulate emotions, such as sadness, anger, or lust. Anybody can willfully counter those false emotions should they choose to not give into them. But this time was different, I fear the genuine pride I feel as I examine my body more closely. My penis is still there, just shrunken to a pre-pubescent size. Thankfully the implants don't have the capability to alter any actual organs; just hormones, fat deposits, muscle mass, and thanks to the most recent update, our hair. My usually tight curly hair has become straight and lies against my head in a medium bob and my body hair has been reduced to almost nothing. Satisfied with my examination, and eager to extinguish this strange sense of pride, I quickly get dressed. I'm grateful that I don't have to buy any new bras this year. One year Celeste decided I should experience a larger bust so my underwear drawer also houses a few DD bras. I clasp the bra and fish out a matching pair of panties. I noticed a few years ago that I started really caring about matching lingerie during my switch. It was minor attitude adjustments such as these that the implants were capable of. These too, were easy to willfully override but even easier to just take in stride. I make myself decent just in time, the doorbell to my pod rings. I know it's Celeste, my Switcher. Every person on Gaijin is paired with a member of the opposite gender, this person is your Switcher. Your Switcher decides what you should experience during your month of The Switch. This was added to The Switch just a few years after its inception. The idea was that this way, we experience things that our peers want us to experience, not what some higher ups wanted us to experience. Switchers aren't required to actually interact with each other, or to even ever meet for that matter, they can just input their switch details into The Switch Network. Celeste, however, never misses the morning of my switch, she always the first to greet me. Celeste isn't just my Switcher, she's a lifelong friend. Our grandparents were some of the original Architects of Gaijin, our families had a long history of friendship. I head to the door to let her in but as always, she lets herself in before I reach the door. "Hey, girlfriend!!" she practically screeches as she runs over to embrace me. She pulls back and gives me the uniquely Gaijin female-to-female greeting, she leans in until our breasts just barely meet and then touches her forehead to mine. With it almost impossible for anybody to tell another's true gender at first glance on Gaijin, genetic females developed this greeting as a form of not so covert solidarity. It isn't typically done with men on their switch, but Celeste had started doing to me when were young to tease me and make me squirm in public. I don't like The Switch and I certainly don't want strangers to think I am actually a women, even though most don't care. But this time, instead of embarrassment, the greeting fills me with that same frightful pride I felt earlier. "Cute Lingerie!" Celestes teases. "But isn't that the set you bought three years ago?" She was right of course. Even though we don't actually have to pay for anything on Gaijin, just present our employment verification card, I hadn't bought any new female clothing in three years. "Of course Celeste, you know I don't see a point in buying any more clothes for just one month of the year" I heard my voice change as the implant in my neck adjusted to The Switch. "Oh, Andrea I do wish you would get into The Switch! We would have so much more fun that way!" My name is Andy, short for Andromeda, but Celeste insists on calling me Andrea during The Switch. I had long since accepted it. "No point, just going to serve my time as always." "Serve your time? You talk as if this is a prison sentence! Come on, maybe this year is the year we get to go out dancing again!" I shudder to remember the night of dancing Celeste references. I was eighteen that year and Celeste insisted that we celebrate "Andrea's eighteenth birthday", even though my actual birthday was months prior. I would have objected but it was the number one thing she wanted me to experience that year and even though the implants couldn't compel me to comply, my career placement grades would reflect my cooperation in The Switch. I really didn't want to go because on Gaijin, the eighteenth birthday is a celebration of sexuality. For my actual birthday my buddies and I all headed out to a strip club and got wasted. Gender equality did not mean the elimination of objectification, it just meant that it cut both ways. Just as I spent my birthday at a strip club with female performers, women often spent theirs with male performers. Celestes birthday falls during my month of The Switch and so she had planned a double birthday party at the Meat Packers, a male strip club that prided itself on its combination of classy environment and its "comedic" use of strip club cliches. We had gone to the party, myself to soldier through it and Celeste to get us the best lap dances employment verification cards could buy. My plan to just get shit faced drunk, in order to avoid any actual interaction, failed miserably. I had drank so much that night that my resistance to the false emotions of the implants faded fast. I felt lust for those men that night, lust I knew wasn't true, but lust nonetheless. A few hours into the night and Celeste and I were dancing on stage with the strippers, hands all over their hard bodies. Lucky for me there are strict no intercourse laws for public shows, otherwise I don't know what would have happened on that stage. By the time Celeste had ushered us and two of the buffest guys there into a private room, I was ready rip my stripper's tiny shorts off and take his mighty bulge. Just as I reached for his waistband, the surge of alcohol to my brain knocked me out cold. "No thank you," I said flatly, my mind now in the present. "Aw come one, Andrea, I know you want to... You're even wearing the lingerie you wore that night!" I tried to hide my embarrassment as I realized Celeste was right. Why did I choose this set? And why was that disturbing pride rearing its head again as I recalled that night? "I have to get dressed for work," I said shortly. "I doesn't have to be a strip club," Celeste continued as she followed me to my small closet. "We can just go to a dance club." I ignore Celeste but she keeps talking, now with her hands tracing the curves of my body. "You know, since I started working as an architect last year, I have seem some of the interesting upgrades they have planned for the implants, it's amazing what they came up with using only software upgrades." Her hands caress my round ass. This kind of touch isn't anything new, Celeste is bi and has made sexual advances on me in both male and female form. I don't even take it seriously anymore as I know of her sexual nature. She is a good friend and I don't want to risk that by giving into her fleeting and noncommittal sexual urges. What does surprise me though, is the talk of new Implant upgrades. While Celeste works as an architect now, I work as an educator and lawyer. There isn't much need for lawyers on Gajin, as most crime has been eliminated, but lately I have been working with a group of Switch dissidents, trying to develop a case that would change the laws of the Switch, remove its mandatory element. If there are new secret upgrades, and I could find out about them before they're implemented, I can use that in my case. I know that if I show too much interest, Celeste will become suspicious of my turnaround. My resistance is a game to her, best to let her have fun in order to get what I want. "Sure there are..." I mutter as I pick out a modest dress suite for my lecture. "There are..." Celeste coos as she slips her hand into the back of my panties and between my ass cheeks. Celeste tried this last year when one of the things she wanted me to experience was to be penetrated. She knew I would resist and promised she would only finger me. She was at it for about an hour, on several different occasions during my switch. She wanted so badly for me to orgasm from penetration. It wasn't entirely uncomfortable but it wasn't at all sexual for me either. Celeste had insisted that it didn't feel good because I wouldn't let her uae a didlo, or her prosthetic penis, but that's where we left it. "Yea.." Celeste's words brought me out of my memory. "One big change is how the implants can enhance the pleasure centers of our brain, it makes certain spots more... sensitive." This is great, the last time the implants were upgraded to affect our brain was when they tried to make it so that people would think of them- self with a different name during their switch. The general population had accepted minor mental conditioning associated with The Switch but this was the last straw for many. A law was introduced to prevent further tampering with brain chemistry. If I could get a few more details out of Celeste, I could build a really strong case against the whole practice of The Switch. "In fact, you're going to be one of the first people to get to try these new upgrades..." With that sentence, Celeste found my entrance. It feels like she were massaging the tip of my penis, the feeling was amazingly sexual. I gasp, knees buckling under the sudden stimuli. The slight fall frees my ass from Celeste's probing finger. "Celeste," I say catching my breath, "you can't do that. The last time the architects tried to mess with our brains, they go in serious trouble." "Oh, you're not going to tell, are you Andrea? The upgrades are really just experiments anyway, no way we'd roll them out without holding a public vote on the matter." I have to play my cards right. It's nothing personal against Celeste, but I am more determined than ever to take down The Switch. I try to tease more info out of her. "What other kinds of upgrades are there?" "You'll find out, you little tease. Anyway, I've got to get to work now." I finish getting dressed myself and say bye to Celeste in the same way we greeted, by pressing our breasts and foreheads together. It's not until Celeste leaves that I realize that I initiated the greeting that time, I've never done that before. Part 2 I arrive at the lecture hall and look over my class. The Switch is part of life here, so the students don't even bat an eyelid at my appearance. But I am disturbed by what I see. A number of my students are also on The Switch this month, I can tell which ones they are because teenagers that Switch become very sexual assertive with each other. The Switch's effects on the brain chemistry of the developing mind is a key part of my developing case so I always record theses types of incidents. Today a boy named Keith was on The Switch. Keith is normally quite masculine, strong tall and athletic. His Switcher is actually in the same class and I can see that his past comments about her big breasts didn't go unheard. He now sports two large orbs from his chest, borderline obscene for anyone his age. The architects would say that this is just the reason we have The Switch, because Keith is much less likely to make rude comments regarding large breasts now, but I see something else going on. Keith is all dolled up, not at all ashamed of his female figure. His hair is in feminine style and he wears the most trendy girls fashion. I also notice he's wearing makeup. Women on Gaijin rarely wear makeup, partly because everyone here is fairly attractive and flawless without it, and partly because there is no expectation to wear it. Makeup is an accessory saved for the most special of occasions, when a woman wants to make it perfectly clear that she is interested in sex. Keith should have no reason to be ashamed of his female form, but this clear sign of sexuality is disturbing for a sixteen year old. The people of Gaijin are very open about their sexuality, but only after the age of eighteen. Hence the traditional celebration. I feel The Switch has something to do with changing how we develops our sexuality so after class I decide to have a conversation with Keith. I call him into my office after the lecture to discuss his behavior. He barely makes it to my office as he gets distracted by one of his male classmates. Keith is talking and giggling with him just outside my office. They're all but making out right in front of me. I break them up and usher Keith into my office. "Keith, what's up with you today?" "Call me Kara this month, please," he responds. "Ok... Kara, what's up with you today?" "Duh, I'm on the Switch this month, just like you." "That's obvious, but what's with all the flirting with the boys in your class? And the makeup? Do you know what you're implying with that makeup on?" Keith giggles and blushes, but then notices I'm serious. "Oh, sorry teacher. It's just that I woke up this morning as as I was getting ready for school, I couldn't help think about all the boys in class. And I thought.... well maybe this year I might try giving a blo..." I cut him off. "Keith I know you, you have demonstrated to everybody around you before that your are straight. We are all very open and understanding here on Gaijin. I know you'd have no reason to lie about that." "I am, teacher, but today I just got so.... hot thinking about the boys... I couldn't help it. I borrowed some of my older sister's makeup..." I cut him off again. "The implants can only emulate lust, Keith. You can will those feelings away if you want." "But I don't want to," he concludes. I pardon Keith from my office and he runs into the arms of the boy waiting outside. Every generation The Switch has a greater effect on the people. When I was Keith's age, The Switch had no effects on my emotions or thought processes. I can see the end game here. Left unchecked, The Switch would leave us putty in the hands of whoever pressed the right buttons. Part 3 I board the hover train and head to the station nearest my pod. The first day of The Switch is always the longest. I just want to get home and take this damn bra off. Once inside my pod, the clothes come right off and land in heaps on the floor. I initiate the conversion of my living space to bathing space. My couch recedes a into the wall, the lights dim, and the floor opens up to make room for the ascending jacuzzi tub. Before getting in, I stare at myself in the mirror for a while. My face seems more feminine than last year. Most people of Gaijin are fairly androgynous already so the Switch has to make very minor changes to make a face go from androgynous male to androgynous female. Those with hyper masculine or hyper feminine faces rarely make a convincing Switch. But today my face looked even more feminine than the standard androgyny. I wonder if this is another of those upgrades Celestes had talked about, or if I was just imagining it. My gaze turns to my penis, small and flaccid, unable to achieve an erection during The Switch. I lament at the thought of the month of sexual frustration as I ease myself into the tub. I laugh to myself as my breast bob in the water. I turn on the water jets and oh my god! One of the jets happens to hit me right in the asshole and it feels unbelievable. Already desperate for sexual release, I press my ass against the jet, aching for a more fulfilling sensation. This is a new but not entirely unwelcome experience. I find my hand meandering to my ass and pressing two fingers tightly against my rosebud. My pleasure builds as I make quick circles with my fingers. I am close to orgasm, so close. I somehow know what it would take to push me over the edge, penetration. But I just can't bring myself to do it. My male pride resists with all it's might and I resign myself to my frustration. I wonder if I'm going to be able to resist this all month... I get out of the tub and dry off, wishing I could wipe away the strange experiences of the day as well as I wipe the water from my skin. My call chip activates and projects a holographic message above is location on my wrist. It's a text message from Celeste: "Hey Andrea, hope you had a good day! We're rolling out the updates on your implants one at a time so hopefully it's not too overwhelming. We're activating one right now so you'll need a few things, I'll bring them over tomorrow morning." As I finish reading the text, my gut clenches up in a cramp. This can't be right, I'm about to text Celeste back when another message comes through: "You'll feel some cramping tonight, but that's to be expected. Just relax and ride it out." Easier said than done, I rub my sore abdomen. Another text, this one with a picture attached. It's a photo of Celeste in a dark place with streaks of multi colored light. A club, I'm sure. Celeste is as beautiful as ever. She has one of the hyper feminine faces that make for a bad Switch, but damn she's beautiful. You can still see the Japanese heritage in her; her grandparents and mother were Japanese, her father's parents were American. Of course none of that really mattered on Gaijin. The most evident thing about the photo is Celeste's makeup. Not surprising given her sexual nature, but it's stirs my desires. It's hard to ignore a woman so clearly looking for passion. The text read: "Wish you were here. I would have invited you but I know that I hate going out this time of month so I thought it best to let you rest. Have a good night! Kisses!" This time of month? Her words make no sense to me. I gather some nail polish head up to the rooftop patio of my pod. Some things about The Switch are constant, Celeste always requests that I maintain well shaped and polished nails. It's a relatively small request that gives me easy points for my Switch Cooperation Evaluation so it has become second nature to me during my Switch. My pod also automatically locks away my male clothes during this month so I'm left with a spaghetti strap tank top and cute little bootie shorts for PJs. I sit on my heated roof, nails done a soft pink color, and admire the view. These past few years I have parked my pod on a stretch of islands meant to emulate the UK. I assume the terraformers did a good job because when I was young my grandparents told me it was just like the Isle of Skye on Old Earth. Not many other people live here. Even on this planet of second chances people still flock to the cities. It only takes me half an hour to get from work to hear by hover train, but that's still to far for most people. I look out over the ocean from atop my cliff side home and think about all the endangered Old Earth species that also call Gaijin home. While I don't see any evidence of it now, I know this man made ocean before me is full of fish, whales, invertebrates, you name it. I miss the home planet that I never knew but I know Gaijin is a better place to be. Back on Old Earth they used terraforming technology to reverse global warming but nothing could be done about all the plastics and toxins we had dumped into the land and oceans. The humans and few species of creatures that remained there managed to survive, but just barely. I'm sure they must be eagerly waiting for the Gaijin Expedition to bare fruit. That night I have incredibly vivid dreams. Im my dreams I seem to jump through multiple lifetimes. It started with me on what I knew to be Old Earth. I know my subconscious had constructed a much more ideal version of Old Earth because it was a beautiful, thriving world. On Old Earth I was a man, very similar in appearance to my normal body here on Gaijin, but more muscular and rugged. I lived in Scotland where I was raising a beautiful daughter named Rose. My sub conscience told me that that little girl was my Grandmother Rose. Next I was floating in space. A planet whizzes by me, I couldn't see the surface of the planet, only the giant artificial atmosphere that covers it. This planet follows no orbit, instead it is piloted, propelled by massive gravity drives at its poles. This was Gaijin. I blink and I'm on the surface but my body is poorly defined, constantly changing. I meander the surface, looking for something that eludes my grasp. I find myself missing the little Rose from my previous life. I look up at the Great Sky and through the thin membrane that sustains our atmosphere, I see a new planet, New Earth. My form stabilizes, I'm a woman. Not just a switched man, a real woman, womb included. As the planet grows in the sky, so does my stomach. I rest a hand on my swollen womb. I feel a kick. Part 4 The kick from my dream startles me awake. At first I don't move, I just stare at my ceiling. It's a little early for me, the sun not quite peeking through my windows yet. When I final do move I feel a damp and sticky sensation in my shorts. A wet dream? About being pregnant? "What the hell is going on?" I say out loud. As I pull back my blankets, reality is even stranger than my imagination. My panties, shorts, and the sheets under my ass aren't covered in discharged semen, but blood. I nearly crash to the floor trying to get out of my loft bed so fast. I pull at the front of my panties to reveal my shrunken penis and scrotum. I see no sign of injury, but the front of my penis is blood free, indicating that the bleeding is coming from further back. I remove my clothes and I run my hand behind my scrotum, expecting pain as I search for an open wound. Nothing. My hand keeps going, I skip my sensitive asshole, and continue my fingers up up between my plump ass cheeks. I find no evidence of injury. Unsure what to make of the situation, I decide that I should at least clean up. I activate the shower stall, which descends from the ceiling at the far end of my pod. The warm water washes away my blood and sweat. I hear the door to my pod open, Celeste I assume. "Oh Andrea, I'm so sorry, I was too late!" she yells from my living space. "Too late for what?" I yell back. "I can see from your pile of clothes here that it already started." I have rinsed all the blood from my body at this point be there is still a slight red tinge to the water as it runs off my ass. "I had hoped to get you the necessary items before it started, I guess the update was more effective than we thought," Celeste continues. Her voice is close now, she's approaching my shower stall. "Here, I have a whole box for you but you might as well use one now." Her hand pops into the shower holding a long thin object, wrapped in biodegradable packaging. I reach for the object. "What is this?" "A tampon." Celestes word sounds almost condescending, as if I'm stupid for having asked. It's already in my hand now. "What do I need this for?" "Welcome to your first period, your becoming a woman," Celestes says in a tone that emulates the cheesy puberty videos we are shown in school. Celeste's word feel like more than a joke though, I fear there is more to what she says. A few minutes later, I exit the shower, Celeste is making tea in my kitchen. I had no choice but to use the tampon as I had discovered that the bleeding was in fact coming from my ass and would not cease. How is this possible? Did the implants cause some internal injury? This was beyond absurd, but I knew I had to struggle through the experience if I wanted to use this as part of my case. I didn't want to give Celeste the pleasure of playing with my ass again, so I did my best to insert the tampon myself. It sat strangely in my ass, clearly not its intended use. I focused hard to ignore the pleasure penetrating my ass had brought me. I approached Celeste, towel around my chest and scowl on my face. "What the hell have the implants done to me?" I demand. "I better not bleed out here!" "Don't worry," Celeste insist, "we figured out a way to get the gastrointestinal implant to stimulate the intestines to produce blood, you aren't actually bleeding from any blood vessels." I can't calm down, my true opinion of The Switch is peeking through, "Why the hell would it need to do that? Those damn architects are getting carried away. We don't even need The Switch anymore, sexism is dead on Gaijin!" "No it's not!" Celestes spits back. "The fact that you're embarrassed by my greetings is proof of that enough. You're ashamed at the idea of people thinking you're a real woman, you think them less than you!" "That's not true! I just..." Words fail me. I can't articulate my thoughts on the matter. Do I actually look down on women? So what if I do, I decide. "You just need a more authentic experience!" Celeste interjects. "And that's what WE architects are doing! We need to push The Switch further." "Get out! I can't listen to this crap." My voice cracks with emotion. We stand in my pod, starting at each other for a long time. We are both on the edge of tears, our chests heaving with suppressed sobs. I am acutely aware of my breasts heaving with each breath, just as Celeste's do. I hate what The Switch does to me, to our people. I hate that it is driving me and Celeste apart, us girls need to stick together. Us girls? Celeste breaks the staring contest. Without saying a thing, she turns and leaves, tears in her eyes. I mean to return to that strange thought, the "us girls" thought. I need to figure out where it came from. But I can't. I'm overcome with emotions. I drop to the floor, sobbing.