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Day 14, Monday
Sunday was a repeat of Saturday, except that Kinny changed clothes
early in the day. Stretch jeans and a Gundaroo football jersey. He
managed to brush his teeth, which was also improvement over the day
before. And the stairs were a bit easier.
Kinny logged on to PASsport long enough to hit the forum for
employees. "How do I log in sick?" he asked. He spoke with a rasp.
Barely a whisper.
They wanted a doctor's certificate.
Kinny groaned. He packed the diaper bag and took the baby in his car
seat.
His mom's car was in the carport, but Kinny's mom was not home. There
was a note. She'd gone off with Roy.
Kinny grabbed the keys and drove to the Free Clinic.
Kinny used his AR glasses to fill out paperwork at the clinic. It only
took two minutes for them to call his number.
"Nature of complaint?" A woman Kinny had never seen before was manning
the counter. His glasses highlighted her name tag.
Darleen, PA
Kinny forced himself to speak. "I feel miserable. Want to call in
sick. Need a certificate from the doctor."
She took his vitals. "Are you friends with Jazelle?"
Kinny nodded.
"She's sick, too."
Kinny nodded again. "Chicken soup," he said. "Doesn't help."
"I'll call you when the doctor is available."
An old man with coke-bottle glasses saw Kinny. Kinny's glasses labeled
him as 'Dr. Bumbaco.' The doc asked a few questions, fired off a memo
to Kinny's workplace, and told Kinny, "See the nurse for shots and
supplements."
Kinny shuffled down the hall. They put him in another exam room. Dr.
Quintana came in.
She was still wearing a candy-striper uniform and a name tag that said
Cutie.
"How are we feeling today?"
"Like hammered dobro." It was a phrase he learned from Cookie.
The doctor looked at him quizzically. "Can't be that bad. You still
have a sense of humor."
"Eh?"
She patted the gurney with a disposable paper surface and stirrups.
"Sit." She put on vinyl gloves. "You shouldn't bring a baby to the
clinic. Not even an R.T. child."
"I didn't have any place...."
"Got that. We have a day care. Next time. Okay?"
Kinny nodded.
She felt his chest up under his tee shirt. "Is the milk coming in
okay?"
Kinny nodded.
"Sore?"
"Yes."
"Nagging cough?"
"Feels like my voicebox is coming out."
"That's normal. It will pass." She pressed on his abdomen, just above
his pubic bone. "Sore?"
Kinny groaned. "Yes. Very."
The doctor nodded. "Strip. Bend over. Going to check your prostate.
Any complaints?"
Kinny shook his head. He put the baby on the gurney. Pulled his pants
down and his briefs. He kept one hand on the baby. In case it lunged
or something.
Her finger was cold and wet. She rooted around in there, and found the
device. Kinny knew exactly when it was that she touched it. His penis
grew instantly erect, and he almost climaxed.
"Painful?" she asked.
"Some. When it inflates like that it aches. Feels like it might
split."
"It won't split. Normal function. No pain when I touch it here?"
Kinny shook his head. "But if you touch it again, I might need a
tissue."
"Inoculations in each cheek," she said. "Position and hold, please."
She changed gloves and pressed two vax patches to each butt cheek.
"These may cause discomfort. Soreness. If it persists for more than a
day, come back to the clinic. Pants up."
Kinny pulled up his shorts and his pants. He grabbed the baby, which
had stayed seated with an almost unnatural calm.
"Drink." She handed him two mylar bottles, 100 ml each. One looked and
smelled like LactAid, but was called something-morpholino. Medical
Greek. The other smelled like carpet cleaner.
"These will relieve symptoms and accelerate the process. You'll
probably be able to work tomorrow. If your male organs turn blue or
black, please come in. If you start to bleed, please come in."
Kinny nodded. He drank the meds.
They tasted worse than they smelled.
"Process," he said, wiping his chin.
"Rejuvenation therapy. Sex renormalization."
"Wait, what?"
"You were not informed?" Dr. Quintana touched her AR glasses.
"I.... Oh, shit."
"The forms are complete. Interview. I asked you four times if you
understood and agreed."
"I...." I wasn't paying attention. Kinny sighed. Another day, another
wtf.
"You're two weeks in. Reversing the process is difficult, and
uncomfortable."
"Sex change."
"Yes. The flu symptoms are from a virus. It's infecting each of your
cells, changing you from an XY to an XX. This will protect you from
the xenoplagues, if they manifest as predicted. The discomfort you
have in your abdomen is cancer. You are gaining a female reproductive
tract. In a few week or a few months - individuals vary - the cancer
will arrest and you will have a fully functioning set of ovaries and
other female organs. The joint pain is more cancer, conforming you to
normal female anatomy. You are dumping calcium because you are losing
bone mass. Exercise will help minimize bone loss. Lack of energy comes
from any of these processes and all of them. Regular exercise will
help manage pain and it will increase your store of energy. You may
experience a reduction in height, especially once the rejuve kicks
in."
"I'm getting shorter?"
"Possibly. Running the two processes concurrently can produce odd
effects. From your calcium load, though, I think you are losing bone
length. Is your urine orange?"
"Yes. Almost the color of Cactus Jack."
"Typical. Expect to look up to people you once looked down to."
"Fuck."
"Use it while you can. It will fall off in a few weeks. We saved your
Y-chromosome map in case you ever wish to father a male child. You may
experience neurologic symptoms as your brain reconfigures. You agreed
to some cutting-edge brain mods. Upgrades to your Z-guns. A working
VNO, a public/private AVT suite, Mem2, enhanced creativity...." She
checked her list. "There is a risk of schizophrenia."
"Why would anyone agree to this?"
"Sex renormalization therapy is not an uncommon request in adults
molested as children."
Kinny groaned. "I'm a fully functioning heterosexual. Hardly any
PTSD."
"That's not how you tested."
"What?"
"You were two sigma to the right for PTSD. Symptoms were ruling your
life. Has your quality of life improved in the last two weeks?"
Kinny considered that. "Maybe."
"You should be able to get and hold a job now. Form real and
meaningful relationships. With a person of choice. Thrive in any
environment you choose. University. Trade school. OJT. The military.
There are no guarantees that your progress will not erode if you
discontinue the therapy."
"Will I still like girls?"
Dr. Quintana smiled. "Individuals vary."
"How do I reverse this?"
"I recommend a good lawyer. Because it's expensive. If you break
contract with your employer, you'll have to pay for this therapy and
also pay for therapy to reverse it. It will take a court order to get
public insurance to cover this."
"Why did.... Why didn't anybody...."
"You filled out forms at this clinic indicating that you understood
the process and all of the possible side effects."
"I read that but, you know, I didn't...."
"Looks like we have to change those forms. Again. Because....."
"Idiots like me," Kinny said, interpreting her body language.
She smiled. "Empathic now. Some of the therapy is working. Your
apparent IQ and EQ should continue to rise."
"I'm going to be a girl."
"A woman. Your rejuve should only set you back a few years."
"Teen-aged girl. Jail bait."
Dr. Quintana checked her notes. She shrugged.
"Lovely." Kinny sighed.
"On the upside, you're no longer at risk for depression and suicide."
"Fucking wonderful." He cradled the baby and rocked.
She handed him a slip of smart paper. A prescription. "Please take
this to the pharmacy on the way out."
Kinny examined the paper. "Anything I should know?"
"I think we hit all the high points. Read the instructions and the
usage sheets. If you have any questions, we have an automated nurse on
the phone and also on line."
The pharmacy gave him a variety of meds that Kinny was not familiar
with. He scanned the white paper that came with each med and saved it
to memory. He did recognize the Lacto, or Dairy Morpholino, as it was
called here. Prescription strength only. Four more doses.
Kinny sighed.
On the way out, Darleen caught up to him. She passed him a non-sterile
plastic cup. "Excuse me, Miss? We need a sample."
He looked at her blankly.
"A motility sample. The daycare is through that door?"
"Sure. Um. Physician's Assistant, yes?"
The woman stared at him with an icy glare. "Yes."
"Pardon me for asking, but. What kind of sample?"
She leaned in and spoke quietly. "A sperm sample. Checking to see if
your contraception is effective."
"Oh. Um. I'm not on the pill."
"Right. Nano-blockers. Your first series of shots? Probably arrived by
drone."
"Oh." That's what that was. "Where is the daycare, again?"
She pointed.
Kinny filled out paperwork on an old-timey electronic tablet.
Relationship?
He tapped the box for Other. He typed in "babysitter."
"Hi, I'm Candace." A woman appeared at the counter. "Where is the
mother?" she asked. "Oh," she said, looking at the baby. "Do you have
an invoice or a work contract? School contract?"
"Work contract. Verbal. Informal? I live next door. My neighbor had to
work and ... I sit other children. I got ill. Nobody to call. I needed
a doctor's certificate to miss a workday. They gave me some medicine.
I can probably work now. I feel much better."
"What do you know about this baby?"
"His name is Drake. He's ornery when he's hungry. He likes Baby Can
Read videos."
Candace smiled. "I'll need a tel-ID for your neighbor. How long do you
expect to stay?"
"Just a few minutes." Kinny bumped his phone to the tablet. Joi's tel-
ID appeared in the required places. "I need to...." He motioned with
the sample cup. "I have to.... I'll be right back."
Candace took the baby, the diaper bag, and a bottle that Kinny pulled
from the insulated pouch on the diaper bag. "It may need to be
rewarmed," he said.
She nodded.
Kinny went in to find a toilet. He stopped when he found them.
Gentlemen? Or Ladies? he considered how he looked. What voice he'd
been using. The Family room was open. Kinny chose that. He locked the
door.
And sat. It felt like an evil spirit had left him. A presence, which
he hadn't been aware of before, was absent.
Buzzkill. Kinny pulled down his pants and briefs. Normally he didn't
have problems like this. Quite the opposite, actually. No-reason
boners were daily reminders of his masculinity.
And near-virginal status.
Maybe not near-virginal anymore. Kinny smiled.
But.
Nothing was happening. Kinny's mind was awhirl. He shook himself,
tried to concentrate on the task at hand.
"I gotta read that contract again."
It wasn't happening. Still. Kinny thought about Joi. Jazz. His mom.
"Eyah. Where did that come from?"
He thought about the day-care worker. That started some motion down
there. He thought about Dr. Cutie. An image appeared in his mind's-eye
of Dr. Bumbaco, the old man with thick glasses and old-people breath.
Kinny growled. "Welp. There went those happy thoughts." His penis
shrank again.
He tapped his glasses. An overlay appeared. Kinny said, "Porn,
please."
No signal.
"Great. Access control for the zappy thing. Zaps me and I get a hard-
on?"
Processing.
A menu appeared. Kinny used the bozal to activate a visual mouse.
Medical terms. Boy, howdy. Kinny started playing a game of guess-the-
verb.
Happily, he was pretty good at this game. He played a hunch. He nodded
on a field called Tumescent.
"Bleh. Ungh." Yeah. That worked. Kinny nearly fell off the toilet. His
little soldier was fully erect now, and throbbing painfully. "Okay,
Bowser. Don't fail me now." He called up a fantasy about Joi and Jazz.
Not helpful. Too many anxieties and questions.
When was she coming home? How would she react?
Kinny tried another channel. He fantasized about Dr. QT, and that
magic finger.
Bam. Ungh, ungh, ungh, ungh.
Kinny sighed. He collected his sample. He washed his hands, and
considered his little friend.
Still erect.
Unhappy thoughts - even of Dr. Bumbaco - didn't make it go away. Kinny
pulled up the menu again. He selected Detumescent.
Problem solved.
Then he noticed a menu choice for Ejaculate.
Meh. More fun the other way.
Kinny dropped the sample at the counter, picked up the baby, and drove
home.
He sat in the car after parking in the carport. The baby was asleep
again. Car rides seemed to knock it out.
"Hi, Mom," he said to himself. "I have cancer. Girl cancer. A marvel
of gengineering. Nothing really scary." He shuddered. "Who the fuck am
I kidding?"
His mom came outside. Kinny motioned in the back. "Didn't want to wake
the monster."
"You okay?"
"Yeah."
"Went to the Free Clinic?"
"Yeah. They gave me shots. I feel better now. Felt like I had the
walking death this morning."
"What was it?"
"Girl stuff." He pointed to his boobs.
She laughed. "An infected milk duct?"
"Something like that."
"That happens."
Kinny nodded.
"Mom?"
"Yeah."
"I may have fucked up." Kinny explained about having sex with Jazz.
"Son, you picked the best and fastest way to ruin a relationship. Two
of them. That's her friend."
"I know."
"And only now you feel guilty?"
"No. I tried to avoid sex but Jazz insisted? That sounds weak, doesn't
it? I didn't intend to."
"But you have."
"Mom, what do I do?"
"Does Joi own a firearm?"
"Not that I've seen."
"Maybe you should hide the knives. And the weed whacker."
"And the leaf blower."
Linda chuckled. "I don't need details like that."
"I gotta tell her."
"No, you don't."
"There's video, Mom."
"Are you all kinds of stupid?"
Kinny frowned. "I think I am."
"I can wait over there with you."
"No. I have to face this myself. Um, Mom?"
She grunted.
"If you see an ambulance, I died."
"If she doesn't kill you, I might."
Kinny nodded. "Thanks for listening. I had to talk with somebody."
"That's a big change, mister. You never used to talk about anything."
"So, anyway, I might be jobless again. Soon. I mean. I banged my
supervisor's girlfriend. There might be consequences?"
Linda snorted. "I made dinner for two. I'll bring over zingaroni."
"Okay."
Kinny put the baby in the crib and went upstairs. That tiny bit of
exercise made him cough. He endured it. He packed all of his
belongings into a box. Clothes, toothbrush, hairbrush, a towel. He
chose the girliest outfit he had access to and wore it. He looked in
the mirror. He sat at his console.
Joi's trainee console.
Kinny got up. He changed clothes twice more, settling on a parody of a
school uniform. He even wore the shoes. And a girl-scout tie and a
barette.
The doorbell rang.
Kinny answered the door. It was his mom. With zingaroni. He smiled and
curtsied.
Linda looked at him skeptically.
"Working, Mom."
"In that outfit?"
He nodded. "Let's eat."
"I don't know what to call you."
"In this house, I'm Anabelle."
"You look like an Anabelle."
They sat at the kitchen table and ate.
Linda asked, "Have you decided what to say?"
Kinny shook his head. "I don't think I can script this. I'm packed. As
soon as she gets here, I can leave."
"Coward."
"Yep."
"Question. Have you been playing my player-character?"
"Max?"
Linda blushed. She nodded.
"Nope."
"Somebody's been playing him. He's Level 11."
"Yup. Jazz."
"Oh, good."
"You're relieved that I didn't play a male character on a dating sim?"
"No, I.... Yeah. I guess I am. Was. Weird, huh."
"I didn't look at your history, Mom."
She picked at her food.
"Jazz did, though. She said I should pat you on the back and say atta
girl."
Linda put her fork down. "Speaking of history."
"Yes."
"Max and Cookie had an interesting time."
Kinny nodded. "Jazz wanted me to learn what Joi likes in bed. Kind of
fucked up, huh?"
"I've heard worse excuses for infidelity. Do I want to know?"
"I'm wired; Jazz is wired. I felt everything that Cookie felt. And
Jazz, with Max. On top of that, we did everything that they did, at
the same time."
"How did that work?"
"I was Max. She was Cookie. For real-life Tab A into Slot B purposes."
"That sounds ... fun."
"It was. I'd do it again. If I was, you know, unattached. Not in a
relationship."
"Well, if you're going to fuck up a relationship, you should at least
enjoy the process."
"You're fired. You're not my monogamy coach any more."
Linda smiled. "Not sure I'm qualified."
"Mom?"
"Hmmn." She picked up her fork again. "So. Um. Did you do everything
that Max did? In real time?"
"Yes, I did."
"You're bragging."
"I am. Turns out that Jazz doesn't really enjoy a spanking. But Joi
does, according to rumor. And ... I have some small tolerance for anal
sex."
"Really."
"Cookie has a strap-on now. Instead of a...."
"Spreader bar?"
Kinny chuckled. "I have a spear now."
"Got rid of the sex toy."
"No, I can't drop it. It's a cursed item. And the spear is not an
improvement. All the monsters need is a bit of rope. Or my hair? And,
Jazz, wow. Really schitzed. She doesn't like being tied up at all. Not
even in VR."
Linda picked up the plates and put them in the sink. "Call me before
you slash your wrists, okay? Or drug yourself out on Lacto."
"I'm more of a sleep on the double-yellow line kind of guy."
"That's not reassuring."
"I don't think I'm suicidal over this, Mom. Not even depressed. Just
... sad."
Kinny was on 'Required Break' time when he heard Joi's car pull in to
the yard. He met her at the door.
"Hi, Anabelle." She kissed him on the cheek. "I'm exhausted. I don't
want to be touched. I want a shower. And twelve liters of mouthwash.
You're feeding the baby tonight."
"Um."
"I saw most of it in real time. Don't tell Jazz but I have access to
real audio. I heard the conversation with your mom. You're sweet.
You're not forgiven. There's nothing to forgive."
"Ah."
"Kinny!"
"Yes?"
"Peace. You're not the first boyfriend we shared."
"Okay."
"Let me sleep. Call Jazz. Tell her I'm home. I'm okay. A little bit
fucked up but okay. And tell her that next time, she'd better fucking
share. I want to be in the room. Okay?"
"Okay."
"No visitors. Not Jazz, not you, not the Fire Marshal. If it doesn't
involve a warrant and a sharknado, don't knock on my door. Unpack your
kit. You're staying here."
"Got it."
She looked down. "I like the shoes."
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