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13 Genders: Gender 3 By Monsta My name is Aubrey Lawson, and I am a 32 year old woman. Well, I still consider myself a woman, if that means anything. I'm not exactly female in the traditional sense of course, but our society is still very much framed in the old gender binaries despite, well, everything. In any case, I was a woman before all this started and I still look like a woman now, so, I guess I choose to continue to be a woman. For the past 6 years I've been working as an RN. I had been an LPN a couple years before that but I finished my nursing degree in the summer of 2012. I actually started my first real RN job in December 2012 at Lakeview Hospital in the ER. At the time I was 27. Of course, this was around the time "The Changes," started, so my education and training were not nearly enough to prepare me for the truly insane first year on the job that would follow. The very first patient I remember seeing with change symptoms was shortly after New Years' Day 2013. It was either the 2nd of January or the 3rd, I can't remember exactly. Anyway, what I do remember was that a 30 something man was ranting in the lobby of the ER one evening demanding to be admitted because his "balls were gone". He hadn't been in an accident or anything, and according to him they had just sort of vanished sometime during his workday. The docs eventually admitted him, and much to their surprise they found that he was right, his testicles were not in his scrotum, and an X-ray showed they were ascended up into his pelvic cavity. His medical files had no record of cryptorchidism, but that wasn't his only issue. His other reproductive organs were all showing on the scan as abnormal, with his vas deferens in particular looking a lot like it was splitting into fallopian tubes. His organs were a blend between male and female that wouldn't normally be possible except in extremely rare birth abnormalities. But his medical record showed he had been a normal male before, and the doctors had no idea what could cause a radical change in anatomy like that. But the following day a few more unusual reproductive organ cases showed up. A woman reported weird growths on her torso, which turned out to be the beginnings of four new nipples. Another woman showed up claiming her vagina had grown shut. A man came in claiming his testicles had been swelling over the last few weeks and he was concerned because they were now starting to get hard. (An exam revealed his enlarged testicles were actually more like ovaries now.) Over the next few days news reports began to surface of strange changes like these happening all over the world, and then the flood gates really opened. The hospital was swamped with new patients. People who had been hiding their strange symptoms or ignoring them all suddenly rushed to the hospital after they saw the "OUTBREAK?!?" headlines splashed on the 24hr news channels. I saw men with breasts, women with enlarged clitorises, and people without genitals at all. I even saw a few people with sex organs that were nothing like I had seen in human anatomy before. It goes without saying things were insane at the hospital for the next few weeks. I was working 12 hour days most days for most of the days in January. But there really wasn't much we could actually do for these people, so the hospital began trying to turn them away. Of course, a lot of people still managed to get in anyway. For example a man growing a vagina would simply change his symptoms to pelvic cramps, and get in to be seen. People wanted help, and even though the doctors couldn't really help them, people still sought them out because they didn't know what else to do. In mid-February I started to notice changes in my own body. The first thing to change that I actually remember noticing were my boobs. They were getting bigger. I started outgrowing my 36C bras around Valentine's Day. I bought a couple 36Ds, then 2 weeks later I got a couple 36DDs. The things finally seemed to settle at 36F around St. Patrick's Day. It was a lot to get used to, literally. I couldn't really hide my growing boobs from my coworkers, so of course they began to comment on my "going through the changes," around the time I busted out of my 36D bras. A lot of them seemed sympathetic, and a few even offered up that they too were going though changes. A coworker I was good friends with, Andy, told me that he didn't really have any sexual organs at all anymore, but that eating was getting a lot more enjoyable. At the time I hadn't known what he meant by that, but later as a few more cases that later came to known as Gender 11 came though, I understood completely. Besides bras, I was outgrowing my pants as well. At first it was just the hips, but after buying a larger size it was my butt that was feeling tight. I was getting a booty, to put it mildly. I looked in the mirror each morning and saw I was looking very attractive, and overtly more feminine. This had me concerned of course because most of the female patients I saw with exaggerated feminine features ended up with a very NOT female change to their reproductive organ. One Saturday afternoon in March on a RARE Saturday I actually wasn't working, I filled the bathtub with warm water and had a relaxing bath. As I was soaking in the tub I explored my vaginal opening a bit and confirmed my fears. It was getting smaller. I also found that after rubbing my clitoris for a bit I could get it erect to the point where it stood out almost an inch. I sobbed for a few minutes as the realization hit me that I most likely wouldn't be female for much longer. After getting out of the bath I got dressed and made a sandwich. I was 5 bites into my lunch when my phone rang. It was my dad. In a voice that sounded pretty rattled he asked me "Your mother has been getting some weird symptoms over the last couple weeks, should we take her in to the ER?" I told him "If they are related to all this change stuff, no. The ER won't admit people with change symptoms, and the hospital is telling people to just make a regular appointment with their regular doctor. And don't lie to get in to the ER because they can't do anything about this anyway. We still don't know what it is. So, unless she has chest pains or signs of something seriously medically wrong, you should just keep her at home and make sure she's comfortable." "I see," was all he said. After a few moments of awkward silence I asked "If you don't mind me asking...what sort of symptoms does she have?" "Uh, well, her breasts are smaller, I guess. And she's got a bit of...well, facial hair. It was just a few strays at first but over the past few days there's gotten to be quite a few of them." "Oh," I said with a flat tone. Based on his description it seemed like my mom was going to flip secondary sex characteristics. Meaning she was going to look like a man when she was done changing. Not a pleasant change to be having for sure. Changes to secondary sex characteristics, the traits that make us appear outwardly feminine or masculine, were quite rare. A male almost always ended up looking masculine if they became one of the standard genders or they ended up a more masculine version of the exotic genders. And females usually ended up still looking more or less female. Their reproductive functions may change wildly during the change of course, but they typically ended up looking recognizable as the person they had been. But, a small percentage of people ended up changing secondary traits, which resulted in a far more dramatic change in appearance. Even with only 2% of cases reporting a change in secondary sex traits, it still meant one out of every 50 people was getting them. In the US alone, that was 6 million people who no longer looked like the gender they were born as. And my mom happened to be one of those. I asked my dad if he was having any symptoms, but he claimed he hadn't noticed anything unusual. I didn't have the strength in me to tell him that his wife was probably going to be a man, and that his daughter was most likely growing a penis. I offered to come over, but he said my mom didn't want to see anybody just yet. I could understand why. Over the next couple weeks my vagina got progressively smaller until one day I found that it was gone for good. I was officially no longer female, which was weird to think about. Over this same period of time my urethra had attached to my expanding clitoris and my, well, penis was at about 3 inches. I could officially pee standing up. And so, I started peeing standing up. I mean, it's very convenient and one of the few benefits I had gained from all this, so why not? The gender specific signs on the bathrooms at work were gone, for obvious reasons, so I started using the one with urinals. Most of my coworkers who used that restroom out of habit were guys or, HAD been guys, and they were rather surprised at my new choice in bathroom. I mean, at that point a woman with a dick shouldn't have been very surprising, but most people still were trying to pretend they were still either a man or a woman. This was despite the fact that most of the "men," using the "men's," room with me had to sit to pee now. Around the time my vagina was taken from me I began to get erections, and to put it mildly my libido picked up. My little three incher picked the worst times to get excited of course, and most of those times were at work. I didn't know whether to be relived or upset that my erections seemed to happen around attractive male looking people. I mean as someone who had been and probably still was in some ways a heterosexual female, I wanted to be attracted to men. But as a heterosexual female who was rapidly growing a penis, the thought of putting that penis in a man's butt was not appealing. Like, at all. But, I knew I couldn't be "showing," while at work, especially because people "showing," at work was getting to be a problem. Nurse scrubs don't conceal things very well, and a few of the women on our staff had changed in a way that gave them the "inverted," version of male anatomy. Meaning they had penises, but instead of testicles in their scrotum they had a variant of ovaries that produced eggs with flagellum. These flagellums allowed the eggs to be mobile just as normal sperm is mobile. Or put more accurately, their ova were motile. The side effect of this particular change seemed to be that their penises tended to be much larger than normal. So, women with an inverted male reproductive system (later called Gender 8) usually had penises that were plainly evident even without an erection, and in a professional setting that was a problem. Management didn't want nurses running around with thick long bulges in their pants. So, a new policy was implemented which required all staff to ensure that their reproductive organs were not "excessively visible," while interacting with patients. We were required to wear tight fitting or even compression undergarments to prevent showing through. I remember thinking it was kind of sexist that men didn't have explicit rules about their stuff before all this happened, but now that women had grown some penises, seeing those penises was an "issue". Of course it was hard to claim sexism when management consisted of a dozen different genders. And to be fair, these women were far better hung than the majority of guys had been before. But regardless of how I felt, I knew I had to do something about unwanted boners at work. When I had female parts I had the luxury of my arousal being a very private matter. That was no longer the case. My small but still growing penis was mostly concealable when it was flaccid but when at attention it would certainly stand out. I had already had a few unwanted erections at work, and luckily I don't think anyone had noticed yet. At 3 or 4 inches my hard-ons would probably only be noticeable to anyone staring at my crotch, and most people were still staring at my big boobs. But my penis was getting bigger every day, and I couldn't be walking around my workplace with tented out nurse scrubs. I figured it would be best if I started masturbating, to try to keep my libido down to a manageable level. I was already waking up with erections most mornings, so I just started doing it right away before I got ready for work. The first few times were rather awkward, and it was pretty clear my brain hadn't been rewired to my new parts yet. My brain still regarded my penis as a clitoris and I had the usual female orgasm I had always had. But around the fourth or fifth time though I noticed a difference in the buildup, something had changed. My pleasure was very much focused on my penis, and it felt much more focused and purposeful than I had ever felt sexual sensations feel before. My pleasure built in a linear wave right up to the point of orgasm. And I felt the difference then for sure, it was clearly a male orgasm. Parts within me that weren't quite finished yet convulsed, and a dribble of clear fluid spurt from the tip of my penis. My first male ejaculation. After a few days and a few more times "getting off," my libido finally settled down to a point where it was manageable. The regular masturbation seemed to help with my issues of "showing", anyway. Around mid-April I finally convinced my parents to let me stop over for a visit. When my mom answered the door it took me a few seconds to recognize her. She was much more masculine looking, and even though she clearly was shaving, some stubble was evident all over her face. Her breasts were completely gone and her shoulders were wider as well. As I stepped inside I found that she was taller too. She had been a couple inches shorter than me since I was in high school, but now she stood a couple inches taller than me. We gave each other a hug and then she stood back to look me over. "You are looking good, I guess, everything considered anyway." "Thanks ma,," I told her while being slightly embarrassed to tell her the truth. "You're looking good too." "Pfft. Please, I'm starting to look like your grandpa did when he was this age. All I need is a flannel shirt, a beer gut, and a bald spot and the look would be complete." I chuckled a little at her joke, then asked her seriously, "How are you holding up?" She gave a heavy sigh and just said "I'm fine, really. I swear your father is more upset by this than I am. I mean I don't like it, obviously, but what are you gonna do? Right?" I nodded. "Exactly, that's a good attitude to have it seems. But, did your doctor at least say what they think you're changes are going to be when they're done?" She shrugged her shoulders. "Umm, they think I'll end up fully masculinized, but, as far as actual parts I guess I'm going to be female still. As if that makes any sense." "I see," I said not wanting to press any further. We had seen a lot of guys with vaginas already at the hospital, and it looked like my mom was going to become one as well. But while the men only had their reproductive organ change, my mom had to go through everything EXCEPT her reproductive organ changing. It had to be quite an ordeal. After a few moments of awkward silence I asked her "Have you heard from Tim?" "Oh good lord, yes. Your brother takes after your father, I guess. He's called here every day flipping out. He talks to me and then he talks even more to your dad. He is upset about me, I think, but apparently Andrea is going through something weird too. He won't say what though." If my brother wasn't saying what was happening to his wife it had to be rather weird. My brother couldn't keep a secret to save his life. About that time I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. I turned around to find it was my father. He was wearing loose pants that looked like they just got bought as well as a sweater that was something I recognized as one he used to wear around Christmas when we were kids. He smiled when he saw me, even though his eyes widened a bit in surprise at seeing my changes. "Hey, Aubrey, how are ya?" "Hi Dad. Good I guess. How about you?" He threw up his arms and blurted out "Well, this crap's got me now too, I guess. I haven't gotten in to the doctor yet, but from what I've read online it's not looking good." My mom butted in, "Oh Henry stop being so dramatic. You don't know what you have, if anything at all yet. Stop acting like you got some dreaded disease, everyone is going through this." He scoffed at her and replied "You'll see, I bet I got what I think I'm getting." My mom burst out laughing at that. "If you really get what you think you're getting, you'll probably enjoy it!" My dad scowled a bit, but dropped the subject. I chatted with my parents for a while about all the craziness at my work, and they shared some gossip with me about what our family and the neighbors were going through. Based on what they told me, the next family wedding or funeral is going to be rather confusing for everybody. As April finished up, so did my changes. What remained of my labia grew together to form my scrotum, and my new testicles popped into place within them not long afterwards. My penis finished growing at around 7 inches. I found myself a woman who was better hung than most of the guys I had dated over the years. Looking at myself in the mirror I couldn't get over what a bizarre contradiction I had become. My entire body screamed female, with oversized boobs and exaggerated feminine tweaks to just about every body part except the one obvious one. And yet on my very feminine body was a very masculine cock which hung down right in front of my rather large balls. I was neither a man nor a woman, and yet at the same time I was also both. May 11th was my mom's birthday. My parents had been holed up in their house for the past few weeks, so my brother and I kept calling and harassing them until they agreed to go out to Outback steakhouse with us for my mom's birthday. I rang the doorbell to my parents' house, and after a minute or so it opened to reveal my dad. Right away I noticed he was shorter, he looked to be about the same height as me now. His facial hair was gone and his face overall had taken on a softer tone. It wasn't overtly feminine but it wasn't very masculine either. He was wearing an old concert T-shirt, which much to my surprise had three distinct bumps underneath. They weren't full on breasts, just the nascent beginnings of breasts. Overall he looked like the same person, just drained of most of his masculinity. He also looked a lot younger and healthier. To be awkwardly honest he was rather attractive looking for someone his age, not that I was attracted to him or anything. I just mean he had that universally attractive look of an androgynous fashion model. He looked like someone you'd see in a magazine wearing high end clothes, even though he was still my dad and so of course was only wearing old jeans and a concert T-shirt. He flashed me a quick smile and said "Hey Aubrey, your mom is just inside, in the living room. We were watching TV." I went inside and proceeded into the living room to find a strange man sitting on the sofa. It actually took me a little bit to figure out it was really my mom. She had changed dramatically since I had last seen her. As she stood up I saw that my mom had grown even taller. She was easily over six feet tall, taller than my dad had ever been. Then she turned around and I saw she had grown a full beard, and her face had been twisted by extreme masculinity. She looked like a lumberjack, a seasoned handsome man with just a hint of grey in her hair. Technically, I guess she was just as female as she had always been, at least in one way. The more I thought about it though, the less I knew if I should keep referring to her with feminine pronouns. "Hi Aubrey", she said in her new male voice, "nice to see you again." "Wow, mom, you look..." She cut me off by saying "Like a guy, I know." I forced a smile and told her "Well, at least you're a handsome guy, I guess." My dad then went over and stood next to my mom, which served to highlight their new height difference. My dad put his arm his arm lovingly around her waist and looked up at her. My mom smiled down at him and then looked back up to tell me "Thanks Aubrey. I mean, this has been tough but I guess it could have been a lot worse. Whatever is causing all these changes could have been a deadly disease or caused zombies or something. Your dad and I are trying to make the best of it. How are you doing, though?" I shrugged and told her the truth. "I'm fine too, I guess. I mean, you should probably know I'm not going to be getting pregnant anytime soon. Or ever, really, if you know what I mean." My dad nodded a bit and said "Yeah, we know what you mean, unfortunately. When you came over last time we were kind of surprised by how you looked, but then they started saying on the news what types of changes went with what and we kind of figured it out." "I see," I said quietly while looking at my shoes for a bit. When I picked my head back up I asked my dad "So, dad, did you end up getting what you thought you were getting?" He chuckled a nervous sort of chuckle and replied "Well, yes and no, I guess. When I grew a third nipple I thought I'd end up as what they are referring to as a 'vessel', pretty much a woman with more than two breasts but without any ovaries and whatnot. And while yeah, I kind of did become that I don't seem to be as feminine looking as I had feared. The doctor said I'm probably going to be the 'masculine' version of a vessel, whatever that means. But if this is as far as it goes I guess I can live with it." "Huh," I said, not sure what else to say. I thought it was odd that he didn't seem to care that he lost his penis, but was instead just glad he didn't have three big boobs. I also thought it was odd that a so called masculine version of someone with vessel genitals and a feminine version of someone with the same genitals were the same gender even though other sex organs usually got split up by outward appearance. Although to be fair, I guess the feminine and masculine versions of vessels DID look awfully similar. My dad's secondary sex traits were so muted that he could appear a lot more feminine or masculine just based on what he wore. My mom then piped up "Oh, just so you know, please still call us mom and dad. And please don't start referring to me as a 'he', it's..off- putting. I mean I KNOW what I look like, but, you guys need to know I'm still the same person inside." "Okay, will do." I said, which was then followed by an awkward silence. I then thought of something to say to break the conversational deadlock. "Oh, where are Tim and Andrea?" My dad told me "Uh, they texted us they are on the way, a bit of traffic on the interstate today they said." While we waited for Tim and Andrea we sat in the livingroom just talking about stuff. Thankfully, the awkward change related conversations were kept to a minimum. But weirdly enough, just talking with them about family gossip and current events was strange as well. My mom looked like the Brawny paper towel man and my dad looked like a petite pixie model. My dad was even curled up on the couch with his legs pulled up to his chest like teenage girls would do. And yet, they acted like nothing was out of the ordinary. It was one of the most bizarre situations I had been in since the changes started. After about 20 minutes of small talk we heard the doorbell ring. My dad went to answer it and when he opened the door I heard Tim and Andrea say hello. As they came inside the house I saw right away that they looked remarkably...the same as they always had. As they came into the livingroom I looked them over carefully and didn't see anything out of place. When Tim saw my mom he just froze. His jaw dropped and he said "MOM?!? Is that you?" My mom nodded. "Yeah it's me" Tim went over to hug my mom. Since Tim lived out of state and my parents weren't exactly posting to social media lately, I realized he probably hadn't seen her in the "between," stage like I had. The last time Tim saw mom was probably at Christmas, before all this stuff happened and she was still, well, the old her. After at least a full minute of hugging my mom pried Tim off of her. "Good lord Tim I have a beard, not a terminal illness. I'm fine, really." "I know," he said, "It's just so, you know, different." My dad then butted in "Hey, uh, speaking of different." He then cleared his throat. "Not to be rude, but, I mean, I had thought you said you were going through the change?" Tim sighed and told us "We did. Or more accurately, Andrea did and I'm still in progress. We uh, both ended up with, you know, inverted male, or whatever." "Oh," was all my dad said. There was an awkward silence yet again in the room as we all took in what that meant. It explained why they still looked mostly the same, anyway. Unlike men who retained their traditional male equipment, men with egg producing penises didn't lose any masculinity in their appearance. And unlike men who gained female equipment, they didn't gain any either. Tim had what would later be known as Gender 6, while Andrea was a Gender 8. They had the same reproductive organs and function, although I imagine Andreas's was substantially larger. But, fundamentally, they both had penises and they both produced mobile eggs. Since they were just married last summer, I took for granted they had been trying for a baby before all this happened, or had at least been planning to start soon. This would definitely complicate things for them, which was unfortunate. I always thought they were a cute couple. We all made our way to Outback, where we only had to wait about 10 minutes to be seated. Which wasn't too bad for a table of 5 on a Saturday. Our waiter was a fairly nice young man, who as my family would go on to notice, had rather large breasts. After our waiter took our drink orders and left my dad whispered rather loudly "So, I forget, what does it mean when a guy looks like a guy but has 2 regular boobs?" My mother scolded him right away. "Henry, stop it." "What? I was seriously just curious. I have trouble keeping all of this straight." I told my dad "It usually means they are a cloner, someone who doesn't have sex with other people because their system simply makes clones of itself. Depending on what chart you look at he's either a Gender 5 a Gender 10 or, I dunno, Gender 32 or something." My dad threw his head back a bit "Ooooh, that's right. I remember reading about that. I always thought they'd look like, weird, or something." My mom slapped my dad's arm as a not so subtle hint to drop it. He yelped a bit and rubbed his arm. Apparently my mom was now stronger than either of them realized. Tim then piped up. "Actually, Aubrey, cloners do have sex, it's just with themselves. Their body does it on their own. I have a friend who ended up like that, she has no control over when it happens." I was a bit offended at the "correction," from my brother. I was the nurse after all. In a rather cold tone I told him "I know Tim, that's why I said sex WITH OTHER PEOPLE. I just didn't think we should bring that other part up at dinner. Things are awkward enough." For once, my brother seemed to agree with me. The conversation steered towards politics. I used to hate political talk, but these days it was a refreshing change from talking about the changes. The waiter came back with our drinks and some bread, and then took our food orders. When my dad gave his order he told the waiter to put in an appetizer for the table, one of those bloomin onions. When the waiter left again my mom told my dad "Careful with that onion thing Henry, there's a lot of calories in them. You're not as big as you used to be. If you don't cut down your calorie intake you'll end up being 400 pounds by Christmas." My dad rolled his eyes. "It's for the whole table, sheeze." After about 10 minutes the waiter brought over the bloomin onion. As he was setting it down he let out a loud and sudden "oomph", and then got a concerned look on his face. To his credit, he kept his composure and asked us politely if we needed anything else. But the second he was able to, he walked rather quickly to the bathroom. Andrea brought up the obvious. "Umm, do you think he was just having a, you know, episode?" My dad let out a "pfft," sound and said "I dunno, but it was either that or he had some other sort of bathroom emergency." "Poor guy," my mom said. "Imagine having no control over something like that." Tim then said "Yeah, it's rough. The friend I mentioned earlier who has that had her body go into sex mode a few times at work. Aside from being obviously embarrassing, she is worried she'll end up pregnant. Apparently, they have no control over when that happens either." Andrea sighed and said "Well, if that's true then hopefully it will help increase the children available for adoption." I saw Tim give her a little consoling hug. The rest of us just kind of looked at each other, unsure if we should bring up the obvious. But, I had to ask "So, is that what you are planning to do then, adopt?" My mom and dad kind of glanced at me with scowls for actually bringing up such a sore subject, but they didn't say anything. They had probably had been just as curious as me ever since we found out they had more or less the same parts. Tim just sort bobbed his head a little and said "Well, maybe. We'll see." Andrea then added "It's a really long wait for adoption now. It was bad before all this happened but now with so many couples being reproductively incompatible with each other, the pregnancy rate has fallen substantially. We might end up using a surrogate, but we have to save up the money first." My dad looked confused. "Wait, a surrogate? How would that work?" Tim let out a nervous chuckle. "Well dad, obviously Andrea and I can't actually have a biological child together. Since we both make eggs we'd have to not only find a person who can gestate, but also a sperm donor too, and then combine one of our eggs with that. But, then we could just use in vitro for the gestation surrogate. And then she or he could carry the baby to term. If we go that route, we'll probably have Andrea donate the egg first, and if we have a second kid then I'll go." My mom told them "That sounds really expensive. If you need some help, we have a little left from the sale of your Grandpa's old house, we could chip that in." I offered "Yeah, I have a little in savings from all the overtime from earlier this year, I could chip in a bit too." "Thanks you guys," Tim said. "That means a lot." But then my dad offered "Well, why spend all that money? If you're ready for kids now I could carry the kid for yeah for free." My mom's jaw just about hit the floor "WHAT?!?" My dad shrugged and told us "Well, my body is set up to carry other people's babies, it's what it does. Doc said I'm perfectly capable, so why not? You can get the sperm online for like a couple hundred and then the invitro implantation is only a co-pay through insurance." My mom still was in shock "You can't be serious." My dad told her "Yeah, I am serious. I wouldn't be the first grandparent to carry their grandchild, they were even doing that before all this crap started. But now, since I got this body that is biologically perfected to carry the offspring of other people anyway, why not use it for something good?" Tim told him "Dad, that is a very generous offer but.." My dad cut him off "But what? You want to find some stranger from the internet and pay them a truckload of money to do what I can do better for free? I may be 52, but I'm not a woman and I didn't go through menopause. My, um, whatever it is down there is fully capable of being pregnant." Andrea looked at Tim and said "I think we should do it." Tim was still hesitant "Really, I just..it's too..." She stopped him and told him "Yeah it's weird. All this is weird. Every time I go to the bathroom I have to hold something that reminds me how weird everything is now. But he can do it, he wants to do it, and it is by far the cheapest and safest option we'll have. Some stranger might get drunk during pregnancy or worse yet, run off with our kid. But I know your dad will take good care of everything, we can trust him." The long silence that followed told everyone this was going to be a thing that actually happened. My dad was going to carry Andrea's baby. My mom crossed her arms and told my dad "Well, I'm glad we're finally getting a grandchild, but I have a feeling you'll be singing a different tune when you're in labor." We all chatted about the pending pregnancy, and potential names for the baby. The mood at the table had shifted from awkward to excited. For the first time something POSITIVE was going to happen, we all had something to look forward to. Tim and Andrea were going to be parents, my parents were going to be grandparents, and I was getting a niece or nephew. Our waiter came back over with our food, he looked a tad spent and a bit sweaty, but overall he seemed in a very relaxed mood. We all left a very good tip that day. Around July the pace of patients at my work slowed down to almost normal levels. Most people had gone through the change at that point, or if they hadn't they didn't bother getting too excited when they did finally happen. Sure, we still had a few stragglers coming in whining about their naughty bits not being quite right, but they were very late to the party. With most people on the planet now equipped with the new reproductive configurations, the medical community struggled to catch up. Medical science can take years or decades after all, and humans had just transformed into more or less a new species in just a few months. And new species was more than an apt description too. I had known for quite a while from medical publications and news reports that the change was at the genetic level. The X and y chromosomes were being broken down during the changes and rebuilt into new sex chromosomes. These new chromosomes were being called Z. Everybody who had gone through the change had two Z chromosomes now, and how the Zs lined up and interacted with each other determined what sex you were. The dna change was so substantial that people who had undergone the change were actually technically a different species from people who had not. During the early part of 2013 there was speculation that not all humans would switch over to the new DNA, and that the remaining old fashioned men and women would become a minority species, seeking each other out to marry and have kids because their DNA was incompatible with "new humans," who had undergone the change. And while some people held off on going through the changes well into 2014, eventually everyone did go through them. The last known "old fashioned," human was a 19 year old woman named Rachel Costa who lived in Florence Italy. She changed right around Thanksgiving 2014, her torso sprouting breasts as she became an eight breasted Gender 9 bombshell. Most Gender 9s typically had 3 or four breasts, but could get many more in rare cases. I guess Rachel's body decided to go all out. She's still semi famous, and has become a spokesperson for some yogurt company. I see her on late night commercials every once and a while. Anyway, besides the DNA change there are a couple of biological changes that "new humans," also gained during the event, or whatever it was. There were a total of 42 different sex hormones identified in the human body now, with good old estrogen and testosterone reduced to a very minor role. We also have a better immune system, and our DNA is reported as being far more "stable," than it had been. That means that many virus and bacterial infections now clear up on their own and cancer rates are far lower than they ever had been. As far as genders though, at the time there was still a lot of debate over how many there were. Some scientists wanted to classify solely on reproductive function. Others wanted to separate based on reproductive function and outward appearance. And a very vocal minority wanted to classify each and every possible combination, including all of the hermaphroditic combinations. We either had 8 genders, 12 genders, or 196 genders depending on who was talking on the TV news channel. Ultimately the 12 Gender model would win out, mostly because women with traditionally male penises like me didn't like being called "male". I met up with my family again at a 4th of July barbeque, where I found out that my dad was pregnant. He had been absolutely right when he said his body was set up to carry other people's children. Vessels, or Gender 9s as they are called now are uniquely suited for pregnancy. The invitro took on the very first try. I noticed during the barbeque that my parent's interactions with each other had changed dramatically. There was no doubt now that my mom was now the "man," in the relationship and my dad was for better or worse the woman. Technically speaking my mom was still female and my dad was neither male nor female, but the effect of the old binaries still binds us, it seems. In practical terms I guess it came down to the fact my mom was big and strong while my dad was now small, frail, and pregnant. She felt the need to take care of him, and he appreciated her efforts. After seeing my parents and my brother all happy in their relationships, I was feeling rather lonely so I decided to get back into the dating game. I signed up for an online service, but I found things were a lot more complicated than they had been before. The preferences page had about a thousand check boxes and drop down lists for all the options in potential mates. When it came time to choose genders for my potential matches, well, I figured I was a woman with a penis, so, my natural mate was a guy with a vagina, right? I set a checkbox in the relevant boxes, and hit search. I was met with picture after picture of hunky manly men. Just as my body become a hyper feminine looking contradiction to my male genitals, Gender 4 men were of course hyper-masculine bodies with female genitals. I felt my pants begin to get tight around my stiffening member, so I knew for sure at least part of me was attracted to Gender 4. I ended up matching and exchanging a few messages with a guy named Matt. We decided to meet up for a rather simple Friday night date involving dinner and a movie. He picked me up in a silver colored Porsche Cayman S, and he was dressed very handsomely. He was the perfect gentleman the whole evening, and I was having a very nice time with him. He made me feel like a woman, which was a welcome change from how I had been feeling the past couple months. Jerking off to porn before work isn't very lady like I suppose. But then again, our traditional gender role charade was mostly a convenience for both our sakes, because the reality was that I was the one trying to get this guy into bed. After dinner we headed back to his place and started making out on the sofa. Things got pretty heated pretty fast. At one point I reached into his pants and found his vagina was already slick with arousal. I worked his clitoris for a bit and he quickly came to orgasm, making soft feminine moans of bliss as he did. Hearing this strong man make such soft feminine sounds did something to me, it resonated with a primal part of my brain. I was more tuned on than I had been in years. I was a little scared by how much I wanted to throw this guy down and fuck his brains out. Matt must have sensed my sudden change in demeanor. He glanced down and my pants which at that point were straining against my erection and he said "Look, I'm not sure if I'm ready to go all the way just yet." I told him I understood. In fact, I was a little nervous myself. I hadn't had sex in well over a year, and when I had last done it I had been the one with the vagina. I had no idea if I would be good at sex anymore because as a woman being good at sex was rather easy. Now that I was the one with the penis I had a little performance anxiety. I also realized another thing: I hadn't brought along any condoms. After saying goodbye to Matt, I went to the nearest Walgreens and looked around until I found the condoms. There were a lot of different sizes, and I didn't know for sure which I was. Trojan had a new line that had just come out that had sizes A through H, with H of course being the largest or "huge," if you will. I wasn't an A obviously, that was intended for Gender 2 guys with their 4 or 5 inchers. I also wasn't a G or an H, which was clearly for a gender 8 and well...damn. I ended up buying a six pack of size E. I took them home and went into the bathroom to try one of them on to make sure it would fit. It was a little weird and awkward trying to get myself hard and then fumbling to roll the condom on, but in the end I guess my guess about size had been right. Size E seemed to fit my penis. Since I was already in the bathroom with an erection, I went the rest of the way and masturbated. I stroked my penis along the shaft, working my way up to what seemed to be the sweet spot, right under the head. I was getting used to the feeling of the condom being on, and partly I was thinking about what it would feel like to actually have sex with Matt. After a few minutes I grunted and filled the condom. I then looked at myself in the mirror, and for a minute I just thought about how much I had changed within the past 8 months. I almost didn't recognize myself anymore. What exactly had I become? My second date with Matt was more of a relaxed experience. He offered to make me dinner at his place and then we could watch Netflix together. As he was cooking he told me he had been married for 4 years when the changes happened. His soon to be ex-wife had become a gender 7 variant which had both a sperm producing penis and a sperm producing vagina. And even though she was physically equipped to have sex with his new anatomy, she found that she wasn't attracted to men or anything masculine anymore. She left him about a month ago to pursue a relationship with a Gender 1 woman from her workplace. So, it turned out that like me, Matt was just venturing out into the post-change dating world for the first time. He was a nice guy, and I was having a good time being around him. After dinner we ended up back on the sofa. We started to scroll through Netflix, but before we found a movie to watch we found ourselves making out again. We seemed to pick right back up where we had left off the last time. We kissed for a while, feeling each other's bodies through our clothes as we did. Eventually Matt's hand seemed to settle around my groin, his fingers gently running along my fabric covered shaft. He whispered in my ear "May I?" I nodded. He undid my pants and pulled my stiff member out into the open. He just looked at it for a bit. I imagine I was the first woman with a penis he had seen in real life besides his wife. He looked up at me to see how I was reacting to him. I just sort of smiled and then he smiled back at me. Then, without warning he took my penis into his mouth and began to give me a blowjob. Until then, my penis had only ever felt my own hand. Matt's mouth was beyond amazing, and I threw my head back into the sofa cushion in pure bliss. For several minutes Matt just silently worked my shaft, and I could feel the pleasure building within me. "I'm going to cum!' I said breathlessly. Matt didn't slow down. A few seconds later I couldn't hold back any longer. I felt my balls tighten and I was cumming into Matt's mouth. "Now we're even." He told me with a wry smile. Still a bit breathless from the orgasm, I asked him "what do you mean?" He laughed and told me "You gave me one last time, I gave you one this time." I chuckled and said "oh". Then he leaned in and told me softly, "next time, I think I'll be ready". I probably had a smile from ear to ear. For our third date we drove up to Portland to go to Oaks Park amusement park. It was a beautiful sunny Saturday and we had a blast just going on rides and talking all afternoon. That evening we went to our hotel room we had booked at River's Edge Spa. After ordering in dinner and having a couple bottles of champagne, we were both in a very good mood. We were also more than a little bit horny. Matt kept pawing at my breasts and I let him. I kept giving him little encouraging kisses on the forehead. After a little more fooling around I got my shirt off and Matt kissed me as he fumbled to unhook my bra. When it finally came free the bra fell away and my naked breasts were on full display in front of him. He just looked at them wide-eyed and let out a soft "wow". He cupped my right breast in his hand and gently caressed my nipple. It felt really nice and I could feel my cock twinge with excitement at his touch. I wanted so badly to be inside of him. I took off his shirt and saw his manly and slightly hairy chest. He had just enough body hair, not so much that it looked like fur, but enough that he had a solid masculine look. It looked like he worked out a fair bit too, nothing crazy, but he was in decent shape. He then slid his pants off and I saw the flat smooth front of his underwear. As manly as Matt looked otherwise, it was always bizarre to be reminded that he was in fact a biological female. That fact was further hammered home when he slipped off his underwear revealing his naked vulva to me for the first time. As surreal as my penis looked on my otherwise feminine body, Matt's vagina looked equally out of place on his otherwise masculine build. But, nevertheless it was a surreal look I happened to find highly attractive. My cock strained for release, and after a bit of fumbling with my pants it too was out and in the open. For a moment, we just sort of looked at each other. A woman with a penis and a man with a vagina seeing each other fully for the first time. We embraced, and before long we were on the bed together. We fooled around for a bit, and then Matt asked me "Do you have a condom?" I nodded, and went to my purse to get one. I set it on the night table, and laid down once again next to Matt. He looked a little confused, so I explained "Trust me, you are going to want some more foreplay before we get started." I used to have a vagina, of course, and that knowledge served me well as I sought out and found Matt's most intimate and sensitive areas. The way he squealed and squirmed with delight I imagine a few of them he had not yet discovered himself. When I was certain he was "ready," I opened the condom and began to roll it onto my stiff erection. For the first time Matt looked a little nervous. He looked at my cock and said "it's so..big. A lot bigger than the one I had. Are sure this isn't going to hurt?" I told him honestly "Well, it may be a little painful at first, but if you relax and if we go slow for a bit you will be fine, trust me. I had sex with a vagina quite a few times, you know." Matt just nodded, and then laid back as I took position over him. My tip pressed against his soft opening, and after a bit of fumbling I felt it slid into him. Matt yelped a bit in surprise at the sensation, and then he bit his lower lip. I paused for a while, to let him get used to me. Slowly, I pressed further and further into him until I was buried up to my testicles inside of his vagina. It felt better than I had anticipated, and I began to worry I wouldn't be able to last very long. I began to thrust in and out of him with a slow steady rhythm, and after a short while Matt's nervous expression began to soften into one of enjoyment. As I picked up the pace he began to moan in a very feminine way, and it was clear he was having a good time on the receiving end. Becoming ever more fast and forceful, I pushed his hands against the mattress as I took control and began to fuck, him, actually truly fuck him. I saw him tense in orgasm but I didn't slow down. He pushed his head back into the pillow and yelped with each and every thrust of my cock. When I was certain I had done enough for his own pleasure I let myself go and the wave of orgasm washed over me. I collapsed onto him as my cock twitched within his vagina, filling the condom with my semen. We held each other afterwards, basking in post coital bliss. "That was amazing," Matt said. I smiled and told him "Well, having a vagina sucks most of the time, but it can be a lot of fun during sex." "I see that. I didn't think I could have an orgasm right after having an orgasm. It was..intense." "Glad you enjoyed it," I said with a little chuckle. After holding each other for a while longer, we got ready for bed. We continued dating for the next couple months. Just before Thanksgiving 2013 he introduced me to his family. His mom was fairly obvious Gender 5 but his dad was a little harder to place. I would later figure out he was a Gender 11, which is a rather non-ideal pairing with his wife's Gender 5, to be sure. But, they were still together and seemed happy enough so they must have worked it out. Matt's parents happened to live not very far from where my parents lived. So oddly enough after leaving his parent's place we ended up eating dinner at the same Outback I had gone to with my family on my Mom's birthday. We didn't get the same waiter, but I did see him there and he looked a little pregnant. I told Matt the story of our waiter and how my dad ended up volunteering to carry my sister-in-law's baby. Matt said my dad was very kind to step up. He mentioned his cousin was doing something similar for her brother. I worked up the nerve to ask if Matt ever saw himself getting re-married, and if so, if he planned on having kids. Matt got kind of cagey, and in a roundabout way ended up saying he basically was wanting to go slow and hold off on marriage and kids for a while. His ex-wife had hurt him more than he let on, but I also got the sense he still loved her and hoped that one day they could reconcile. I didn't know if I was ready to settle down myself, but hearing Matt more or less admit he didn't see us as a long term thing kind of hurt. I had thought when he introduced me to his parents we were more serious than we apparently were. Matt and I ended up drifting apart, going our separate ways in mid- December of 2013. At my parent's family holiday party I got to see my dad in all his pregnant glory. He was about 6 or 7 months along at that point. I had to admit, he looked very healthy and happy. My mom told me he had been eating better and exercising more than he ever had. His three breasts had filled out a bit more with the pregnancy hormones, but he didn't seem to care about that. All he did was talk about how much he loved being pregnant and how it was such an amazing experience he was happy to have. My dad ended up delivering my baby nephew in February 2014, and my brother and Andrea were over the moon with happiness. So were my parents, of course. Meanwhile, I continued to be unsuccessful in the dating scene. I had dated a few guys after Matt, but most men with vaginas in 2014 were still pretty insecure about their bodies and didn't want to get into anything serious. That didn't stop me from having sex with a few of them, though. Around August 2014 I was explaining my latest failed date with my good friend and co-worker, Andy. He had been a friend of mine since I started working at Lakeview. During the early days of the changes we were in the craziness together, working a lot of the same late shifts. He had been a fairly average looking guy before, a little overweight but not terribly so. When he became Gender 11 a lot of the masculinity drained out of him, and he lost all his facial hair. Since the change he has kept himself in better shape, and even though I prefer masculine men, I have to admit he looks pretty good for a guy that doesn't really look much like a guy. Anyway, as I was explaining my failed date he casually mentioned that his longtime girlfriend Dianne had broken up with him. Andy had been dating Dianne since before the changes, and while he changed fairly early Dianne was a late changer, not going through it until October 2013. She became a Gender 10. And while Andy said he was totally ok with that, she became rather withdrawn. Andy only asked her to continue kissing him, as kissing was pretty much sex for him in and of itself. But she wouldn't do it. She didn't want Andy touching her at all. Andy still stuck by her for almost a year. But a few weeks ago he said he found out that her body had impregnated itself. She had become pregnant with a clone. Sometimes, when a Gender 10 becomes pregnant they seek out partner or become closer to an existing partner for companionship reasons. Sometimes though they became more withdrawn, and Dianne was the latter. Dianne became even more cold and distant, and Andy ultimately had to make a choice to let her be on her own, rather than try to hold on to someone that was never going to love him back. He told me he was going to the "Night Deposit Whiskey Library," for some drinks after work and offered to take me with, and I agreed. We met up around 7pm and managed to get a table near the back. We chatted about work and past relationships for about an hour while enjoying some great drinks. I don't know if it was his friendly charm or the booze but I was starting to have feelings towards Andy that went beyond our normal friendship. I had never thought of Andy in a sexual way before, not even when he had been a man. But the more time I spent with him, the more attractive he seemed. I knew the basics about Gender 11 from my job and online reading, but there were a few questions I still had and so in my drunken state I came right out and asked them. "Andy, forgive me if this is inappropriate, but I gotta know something." "Uh, ok, what is it?" "Can you like, still masturbate, if you have to?" Andy about snorted out his drink through his nose, and then began laughing. "Uh, YEAH, of course." "But, how does that like work, with, you know?" Andy just looked a little taken aback. "You mean with my mouth? Well, it works just the same as it does for anybody with regular parts, I guess. I think about something that turns me on and then do stuff with it." I kind of let out a frustrated little sigh, as he clearly wasn't getting what I was really asking. I told him "No, what I mean is, how do you differentiate sexual type stuff from like brushing your teeth and eating? I guess what I want to know is what makes something sex and something not sex?" Andy just sort of squinted at me and said "Well, I guess it's all in the mind, or something. Like, when you wash your privates it's not sex, but when you do think about something sexual and touch them it is. You know?" I still was picturing him having orgasms while eating ice cream for some reason. He must have seen the look of confusion in my eyes, because he took my right hand and placed my fingertips against his lips. He shuddered a bit and let out a little gasp at my touch. He then gave me a look that seemed to indicate he was asking for more, and I just looked at him in return and nodded ever so slightly. My index finger slipped into his mouth and he began to suck on it slowly and rhythmically. I felt his tongue dart over the tip, and I also felt the vibrations of his soft moaning. He closed his eyes and drew my finger in further, his tongue now lapping at my digit. His breathing increased and some slight shudders were evident in his upper body. After a few minutes of this he let out a rather loud startled gasp and his upper body convulsed a few times in an apparent orgasm. I looked around and saw that several other patrons were looking at us. A few looked surprised, a few just had wide smiles on their faces. I quickly withdrew my finger from Andy's mouth and tried to act nonchalant. Andy gave me a big smile and said "You see, just like that." I leaned towards him and whispered "Did we just..." "Have sex?" He interrupted, finishing my question for me. "Yeah, we just technically had sex. I hope you don't mind, because I thought you knew when you nodded." I leaned back into my chair and told him "Um, no I don't mind. If I didn't want you to I could have pulled away. So, it's fine really. I mean all you did was suck on my finger a bit, so no harm done." Andy chuckled and told me "Uh, well actually, your finger was in my mouth when I orgasmed so if my body really likes your DNA I could get pregnant from what we just did. We just had sex just as surely as if we had done actual intercourse back when we had our normal parts." My eyes went wide as the realization hit me. I mean, I knew some things beforehand about Gender 11, from my new gender training at work, but I guess witout really thinking about it I was just sort of in an old fashioned mindset that didn't think of a mouth as an actual literal sex organ. It sounds dumb saying it now but, you have to remember mouths had only been sex organs for a few months at that point. 200,000 years of human evolution regarding sex kind of had us in a set mindset. Andy must have seen my expression and after a few laughs said "Don't worry, it was just a finger so not too much DNA could have gotten through. And besides it usually takes repeated exposures over a period of time for it to happen anyway. But, be aware if some of your DNA makes it to my internal parts and they really like it, you could be a dad." Luckily Andy did not end up pregnant from our little public sex act. But, after our first "date," I did find myself more attracted to Andy and we ended up going on a few more dates. When we finally did have sex for real, I got to experience the best blowjob a person could ever hope to have. We continued dating for about a month and at that point we decided we were officially a "couple". So, we met each other's parents. It was surprisingly easy explaining to him that the petite 3 breasted pregnant woman was my dad and the burly lumberjack dude was my mom. The changes were old news at that point, and he was a nurse after all. He didn't seem at all phased when my dad explained he had already carried a pregnancy for my brother and sister in law, and was now a few months along on his 2nd. Andy's parents were a little more laid back and conservative, though. Andy's mom was a Gender 1 and his dad was a Gender 6. So, overall they got off fairly easy during the changes. Since they were still "mostly normal," I had been kind of concerned they wouldn't be happy about their only son dating a woman with a penis, but those concerns turned out to be unfounded. They were very welcoming towards me and in fact I think they even liked me. As time wore on I grew to love Andy more and more. He was a kind sweet man who made me laugh, cared deeply for me, and showed his romantic side freely. He also didn't seem to care at all that I had a penis, in fact he seemed to prefer it over the alternative. We ended up getting married and have been happy together ever since. Although I sort of wish he had a vagina, getting constant BJs from a guy who is very enthusiastic about BJs is rather nice. When we started seriously "trying," to get pregnant, he woke me up each morning by wrapping his passionate lips around my cock. Let me tell you, it is the best way to start a day. And it worked too, he is currently 3 months along on our first pregnancy. I hadn't planned on my life turning out his way, but overall I am very happy. I guess in this crazy world that's all you can hope for.