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Chapter 1 My name is Lucas. I had a rather stable job: I was working for a University as a researcher. During my whole life, I have been considered a geek; a computer geek. Everything was in order until .... It started on the day of my 29th birthday (13th January). It was a Friday night. I was totally focused on my code and have no clue about things happening in my surroundings. Nick, a very close colleague of mine who was also my best friend during the last few years, interrupted me to say, "Hey man! how about some beer after work?" "EWW, I don't know, I have this deadline, I must complete this proposal by the end of next week and I am nowhere near the end!" I replied scratching my head. "Come on man! You have still got a full week!" he insisted. Well, I must admit, I did like the idea of having a break. The code I was working on had a serious bug and I was really frustrated of not being able to locate the bug. "Ok! I join for one or two glasses. Where do we go?" I asked him while saving my code. "First, we go to the bar in front of the building" he said while pointing to its direction "and then we might go visit another bar in the city center!" "We? Who else is joining?" I curiously asked. "Sarah and her boyfriend, Kiran, Steve and Lisa," he replied before leaving my office. Sarah was my officemate and Steve and Lisa were officemates of Nick. We all worked on the same project except Kiran. He was a kind of scientist; I never cared which kind of scientist. At 6:30, we left office to have some drinks. We went to our usual spot and waited a bit and then Nick went to the bartender to get us some drinks. Suddenly, all lights went off and we were left in dark. About a minute later, all lights came back and I received the first shock of the night. Everybody in the bar simultaneously sang "Happy Birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, Lucas" and so on. Nick who had gone to get drink came back with a birthday cake and I was surprised with a small birthday party. The rest of the night went eventless. We chatted and drank and chatted and drank. We were all so busy laughing to Nick's jocks that we completely lost the track of time. Before we knew, we hit the midnight. While I was dancing and drinking, I suddenly noticed the clock on the wall. It read 11:45. "Guys, as much as I love hanging with you guys and as much as I appreciate what you did for me tonight, I must leave now. At least I can work a bit tomorrow. Too much stuff that needs to be completed" I added "Otherwise, I don't get the funding." Everyone looked a bit disappointed suddenly. Lisa and I decided to head home. The rest went to a bar in the center. When we wanted to depart, I thanked all of them a lot for the night saying, "I am so lucky having friends like you guys." I quickly went to the office, took my bag pack and headed home. After a few blocks, while I was walking in a narrow street, I felt a sharp pain in my groin. The pain grew and grew to the point I could no longer stand it at which moment I fell on the ground. I tried to stand up again but the pain intensified immediately failed. At this point, I could see very little and a short while after nothing at all... Chapter 2 I woke up in my bed. Still, I felt a bit dizzy. I didn't have any cloths. I tried to remember the events last night. Not much I could remember!! The last thing I could remember was related to when I was in the bar. I search the room in the hope of finding some clue. I found a piece of paper on the table. "Hey, try to drink a lot of water. Nick," I read. I was very thirsty. I went to the kitchen and pour myself a glass of water. "Ok, Nick must have took me home" I told myself. I grabbed my cellphone and called Nick's number. "Dude, it's Lucas, what happened to me last night? Did you take me home?" "Well, I decided to return home half an hour after you left. On the way home, I found you almost unconscious in the street. I took you home." "I had a strange very intensive pain on my stomach and then I don't remember anything!" "Oh, do you want me to drive you to a medic?!" "No, I am very busy! Besides, I don't feel any pain anymore!" "Hey! I must leave now otherwise I will be late for the match. I guess you would not join so I haven't called earlier." I was often playing football and volley with both Nick and Kiran. They were both really good in those games while I was an average player. Nick is the captain of the University's football team. Kiran and Nick are both very athletic (6'2" 195 pounds and 6'4" 215 pounds) and as such they have always had physical advantages over my not-so-much-athletic figure (5'10" 130 pounds) at the moment. "No, I guess not! Have fun." "Okey, rest a bit and take care! See you later." "Enjoy!" After the call, I took a fast shower. After that, it was 12:30 after noon. So I decided to skip breakfast and make some lunch. The rest of the afternoon was eventless as I was mostly busy with finding the bug in my code. When I am programming times flies. I check my watch and it was already 7pm. I left my desk to make myself a cup of coffee. I was on the way to the kitchen when the pain came back. This time the pain was a bit less intense but intense enough to force me fall on the floor. I managed to reach my cellphone and called Nick, hoping he had already got back home. After a few rings, he picked up his phone. "What's up Lucas, I am driving home now." "I'm... . I'm in a lot of pa..ain, would you ..." Before I could finish the sentence, I passed out. "What? Are you OK? Lucas? ... Hey? ... Are you OK? ... What pain? ... I will be there in few minutes ... BEEP." Chapter 3 I slowly regained consciousness. I opened my eyes and immediately saw Nick looking back at me. "Hey, you are awake." Nick smiled at me. "I go get the doctor." I felt weak and dizzy. Apparently, I was under medications. I looked around, the room looked like a hospital room. The pain was considerably less but it was not completely gone. A few moments later, Nick return with two doctors and a nurse. "Hi Lucas, I see you are awake. My name is Sam Stevens and my colleague here is Lena Anderson," he introduced himself and his colleague "We are here to make sure that your condition is as stable as possible and we will do everything in our power to make sure that you leave the hospital healthy again." Dr. Stevens seemed to be in his sixties, was very tall and had a very strong charisma. His colleague - Dr. Anderson- seemed younger, probably around 40, and had a pretty kind face. The introduction by Dr. Stevens somehow implied that I may have a serious problem and that made me anxious even more. "Hi, nice meeting you. But, would you tell me what is wrong with me?" I asked worryingly. "Mr. Cooper, would you please wait outside for a bit? We are not legally allowed to talk about your friend's situation in front of you, at least not before a decision is made," Dr. Stevens politely asked Nick. "Sure, Doctor," he simply replied and then looked at me to say, "I wait outside." I could see in his face how his curiosity raised. "Well, there is no point of delaying the news. There are a bad news and a good news. First the bad one news: according to our diagnosis, you have PMDS that stands for persistent M?llerian duct syndrome and it is the main reason for the pain you are experiencing! The good news is that the pain is temporary and with a proper surgery you will return to society as a healthy productive person. Perhaps I may say 'too healthy'," Dr. Stevens explained. I had no clue what PMDS is, so my first reaction was to ask, "I am confused. What is PMDS? I have never heard of it" "Well, this is an extremely rare syndrome. During the last 40 years, there are less than 400 recorded patients with PMDS worldwide. Males with PMDS have normal male reproductive organs, though they also have a uterus and fallopian tubes, which are female reproductive organs. The uterus and fallopian tubes are derived from a structure called the M?llerian duct during development of the fetus. The M?llerian duct usually breaks down during early development in males, but it is retained in those with PMDS. Affected individuals have the normal chromosomes of a male (46,XY) and normal external male genitalia." WOW, that was too technical for me considering my situation but it was enough to understand that the doctors are saying there must be a womb in my body. What? A WOMB? I was in shock for a few seconds processing what I have just heard. I mustered enough courage and asked, "That means I have a womb?" "Well yes! I might even say, a healthy functioning womb," he quickly replied. I couldn't believe him... "How is that even possible? I am a guy! I have a penis and all!" "Well, Mr. Murphy, you are right you are a man, but as I said, men with PMDS have both female and male internal productive organs. Hopefully in your case, you have completely male external genital organs," Dr. Anderson explained in a rather kind and passionate way. "What do you mean? Can I get pregnant?" "Hypothetically, yes." I still could not believe what I was hearing. "How all this is related to my pain?" "The pain was because of your first period," she said cautiously, "and also because of the fact that the resulted blood could not properly leave your body." 'A period!' I thought 'No, it is not possible! I cannot have a period'. I was in shock again. It was a few seconds of having no thoughts in complete shut down and then the thoughts returned. 'How all this is possible. I never had any problem, sexually I mean. Although, I have been single for a while, but I have had girlfriends and did things to them! There must be some mistake...' "Well, we need to do a routine checkup and then we leave. We will have a meeting with our medical team and with the people from government and then we can discuss your options tomorrow morning," said Dr. Stevens in a very determined tone. I just nodded. I had so many other questions but I was too confused to ask. 'At least they say that I will be healthy again with a surgery. So perhaps it's better to play along.' They performed a number of medical test I didn't understand. Even if I would understand, I couldn't care at the moment. "So Mr. Murphy, errrr, can I call you Lucas?" Dr. Anderson asked. I nodded. "You can also call me Lena," she said to me. "So Lucas, we are done with medical tests, we leave now and will be back in the morning. Cindy [she pointed to the nurse beside her] here will help you with stuff and will take care of you. If you have had any problem -including pain- you can push the button here and Cindy will come to help you. Ok?" I nodded again. "Hey there. I guess we are going to see each other for at least a day or two," said Cindy in a very soft voice. She was around 25 or so and she was a very short pretty girl. I smiled at her. I couldn't think of anything to say anyways. "We have called your parents. They will arrive soon," said Lena. Having my parents around is always good. They are always super supportive. But I didn't know how informed they are about my situation. I hate making them worry. "Do they know about my situation?" I asked nervously. "They have been briefly filled. Until tomorrow that a decision is made, we are not allowed to share more information with them. This is for the sake of your privacy. However, if you wish you can share your condition with whomever you trust. We strongly recommend against contacting the press though. That would be a very wrong and problematic idea." "Why is it problematic?" I asked. "We will discuss that tomorrow. Let me just give you this: the government doesn't like it," Dr. Stevens replied just before they left the room. Cindy stayed a bit more and arranged the stuff around me. Then she turned to me. "Push the button if you need me. OK?" "Ok! Thanks!" "I go and call your friend," she said leaving the room. A moment later Nick entered the room. I could see he was worried. "Man! You look better already! Are you going to be OK? I hope it is not very serious. Is it?" 'Well, it depends if you consider having a womb inside your body SERIOUS or not!' I thought. I didn't know if I want to tell the truth to him or not. I hesitated a bit and then said "There are some internal bleedings from some organs that have grown abnormally in my body. They can be surgically fixed according to the doctors. So I guess, I will be fine." At least, I didn't lie to my best friend. "When? ... I mean when you will have the surgery? Don't you have a deadline by the end of the week?" "Oh shit! I forgot about my deadline, the proposal and the code. I hope the surgery can wait!" "Did they tell you when you can have the surgery?" he repeated his earlier question in a different structure. "They told me that I can make a decision tomorrow morning!" I answered his question as best as I could. "Hopefully, you are healthy and well very soon," Nick said while dragging a chair to the side of my bed. "By the way, I had to break the lock of your apartment to be able to get you out. Kiran is now in your place with a locksmith." "No problem. Thanks a lot for bringing me to the hospital." "My pleasure. I did nothing. I just called the ambulance." "Thanks anyways." At this moment, my parents entered the room. "Oh, my boy, you are here. Look at you, you are pale. What happened? Are you ok?" my mother said in a soothing voice while approaching me to hug. "I am fine mom, don't worry. Still alive," I tried to calm her. "Hi, dad." I waived at him. "Hey son, you look way better than what they described over the phone." My dad said while I was in my mother's embrace. Typical dad's attitudes in this kind of situation: cautious optimistic. "Well, I have been in a lot of pain earlier tonight. Now, I don't feel any pain. It is either the medications I have been given killed the pain or the pain is gone." "Oh my poor baby" said my mother sighing. With that I got a bit embarrassed in front of Nick. "Come on mom! I am almost 30," I complained. Trying to change the topic, I looked at Nick and introduced him to my parents. Although Nick was my best friend for a couple of years already, they hadn't had the chance to meet him earlier. My parents lived in a small city a few hours away from the capital and rarely visited me. I often went and visited them instead. That is the main reason they hadn't met Nick. "Hello Nick. So, you are the famous Nick he is talking about all the time," mom said and then looked back at me to get my confirmation. I nodded in confirmation. "Hi, Nick. Nice to meet you. Lucas always talk so highly about you." Dad greeted him with a hand-shake. "Hi, my pleasure. I have heard a lot about you guys from him as well. He is always so proud of his parents. Now I can see why," Nice replied very politely. Mom, look at me with an, "Ohhhhh! My sweet baby," mom said and that made me flush. Dad laughed at her comment. I was annoyed. It is was just how mom is. I had no hope changing her. Seeing my embarrassment, Nick interrupted us. "I still need to get to your apartment and see if Kiran managed to fix the lock. I will try to come back tomorrow." We thanked him for today and he left. When the three of us were alone in the room, I explained everything the doctors told me to my parents. But even my very cautious choices of words couldn't avoid their shock. After a number of question and after me explaining every detail as far as I knew, they seemed to be a bit calm. "Are you sure everything will be back to normal after the surgery? Could you become a father?" my mom asked. It was not a secret that she loved the idea of having grand-children. "That is what the doctors were implying I guess. I will be completely healthy after the surgery," I confirmed. "Let's get some rest, tomorrow we will know more details. You rest well son, we have reserved a room in a nearby hotel," said dad yawning. It was already 11:30. "Can I stay with him tonight?" mom asked him pleadingly. "No. Besides there is no other bed here," dad answered sternly. I could see the disappointment in mother's eyes. "Ok, then. We will be back very early in the morning," said mom quietly. And then they left. When I was alone, I stayed awake for about half an hour gazing at the ceiling and reviewing all discussions I had that evening. And then scary thought came to my mind: 'Will I be able to be healthy again?', 'what if something goes wrong?', 'can I die during the surgery?', 'why so much secrecy? Did I catch a virus made by government and they lied about it to me?' and many other questions .... Chapter 4 I woke up to see my mom sitting next to my bed. "Hi, morning. Where is dad? " "He is around. Don't worry," she said trying to sound comforting. "What time is it?" I asked. "Around 8am" she replied "The doctors are going to come and visit you in half an hour. How do you feel?" "Way better. I don't feel any pain right now. Is Nick here?" "So nice to hear that!" said mom with a genuine smile. "No, he has not come yet. Do you need anything from him?" "Could you call him and ask him to bring my laptop. Since I am stuck here, I may as well continue working here." Mom frowned at my request. "No, I won't call him. You need to rest for a few days for good!" "I have a deadline mom!!!" I complained. "Deadlines can wait. First, you get healthy," mom said sternly. I knew I cannot win this fight. So, I didn't continue. A few minutes later Cindy and dad came to my room. My dad told me about how he searched about PMDS on the internet and tried his best to give me hope and support. "It seems that all can be fixed with a surgery. No need to worry about it," he said. "I hope so. Still I am a bit worried." A few minutes after my short conversation with my dad, a group of doctors entered the room. The doctors asked my parents and Cindy to leave the room and they did as instructed. I could distinguish Dr. Stevens and Lena. Apart from these two, there were three other men. Lena spoke first: "Hello Lucas, wow, you seem better today. Let me introduce you to Dr. Reed and Mr. Carlson from the government and Dr. Shwindt who flew from Germany. Dr. Shwindt will be your surgeon most probably." Then she looked back at the three of them and introduced me. "This is Lucas about whom we have discussed." 'Wow, they seem to have a very detailed discussion about me,' I thought. "As we promised, we are here to provide you with a number of options," Dr. Stevens stated. "The first option is to remove the female reproductive organs via surgery as I briefly explained yesterday. In this case, you will be a fully functional man again after surgery. But before we explain the other options, Dr. Reed and Mr. Carlson want to discuss with you about an opportunity." With that he looked waiting for Dr. Reed to explain. "Hello Mr. Murphy. I am Benjamin Reed and I am working for the government and also a research institute that is working on finding a solution for handling and stopping the spread of a world threatening virus called ZIS. The virus normally targets female reproductive organs and disable them. Men are immune to the virus. The magnitude of this thread was kept from the public for many reasons and I am not going to discuss that now. I hope, you understand that if we cannot control the treat, no child will be born after a certain point. This point can be a year, a few years or a decade from now. What is very important here is that, your very special condition -Mr. Murphy- could potentially save the humanity from extinction." I didn't like the sound of this. "What does that mean? How can I save the humanity?" I asked out of curiosity and also concern. "Well, up until a few months ago, no female diagnosed with ZIS could give birth. But, around five months ago, we came across a mother diagnosed with ZIS who gave birth to a daughter who is also diagnosed with ZIS. After a background check, we noticed that the mother was originally a man with PMDS who decided to become female. At first, we thought that this is because men are immune to ZIS and since the mother was a man, she is also immune. But after examining and performing a number of tests on both the mother and the daughter, we are 100% certain that both of them will be able to become pregnant (again) and give birth in a normal way. This was a major break-through for our research and a kind of guarantee that the humanity can be survived." I was a bit confused. But I could see that this is an introduction to something bigger. "Wait a moment! What are you suggesting? What is my role in all this!" I said waiting for the rest. "Depending on what your decision is, Mr. Murphy, you could considerably help our research and potentially have a role in saving the humanity. We believe that people with PMDS and their babies (those that are nurtured in their wombs) are immune to ZIS virus. There are two goals here: The first goal is to make sure that there are more and more babies that are born from a PMDS womb before it is too late. This will guarantee that there will be enough immune people in the world if our research does not lead to any anti-virus. The second goal is to understand why people with PMDS are immune." "You don't expect me to become pregnant, are you?" asked surprised with shocked tone. "Calm down Mr. Murphy. We certainly don't force you to do anything against your will," said Mr. Carlson. "Really?! Thanks!" I said sarcastically. Dr. Reed continued, "Well Lucas, one option is that you donate your female productive organs to a female recipient. The risk of such an option is really high since we expect the success odds to be very limited. Another option is that we donate your productive organs to our institute, we will freeze and contain them and hopefully someday it can be used somehow... either indirectly to find a cure or directly to make someone pregnant. This option is not also very favorable because firstly, we lose a lot of time, which we don't have at this moment, and secondly this option has a very uncertain outcome. And there is a last option, which is highly favorable from our point of view, but requires sacrifices from your side." 'I knew it! I knew they want to ask me something! I hope it is not getting pregnant!' "I could see it coming... I am listening. what is it?" I said reluctantly. "The last option is simple: that you get pregnant and potentially have productive children," Dr. Reed said in a very cautious tone. 'There it comes. It is what I was afraid the most.' "NO! I am a man!" I objected relatively very loud. "That can be fixed as well if you agree. Sex reassignment surgery is way more easier for a person with your condition," said Dr. Shwindt suddenly. This was his first sentence since he entered the room. What a weird person! 'That is going too far,' I thought. "NO way! I will NOT let you guys do that to me. Who you think you are?" I shouted, this time with a very angry tone. "Heeeey! Calm down Lucas. No one do anything to you without your permission?" said Lena calmly. "Why do you think I would give permission to that?" I was still angry. "Maybe because it is very important for the sake of humanity?" said Mr. Carlson. "You are not helping the situation Mr. Carlson." Lena told him while putting her hand on mine. "Look Lucas, no one is going to force you do anything against your will. We will not do anything to you without your consent. I promise. You choose which option you feel most comfortable and we will follow based on that. What we want to make sure here is that you know the importance and the consequences of each of the options. We will certainly not make the decision for you. The final decision is yours.... [a few seconds pause]... Are we good here?" Lena's words calmed me a bit. I nodded. "Ok, then, Let us ... " "Agggggggghh." The pain returned. This time, the pain was very intense and also sharp. I could see the doctors move to my side and try to do somethings. I couldn't care since the pain was killing me. I just wished they do whatever they do and the pain is killed. As a result, I passed out. Chapter 5 I could hear people discussing around me. I couldn't understand what they were saying. Although, I knew they are in the same room as me, the voices seemed to be very distant. I could distinguish that mom and dad were also there. Gradually, I could hear better and better. "Oh, what are we going to do now? My poor boy!" I could hear mom now. "Honey, I will not let them do that to our son. He will be healthy again," dad said trying to comfort her. "Look, as I said earlier, he has to decide. We would never force him or you to do things against your will. If he decides to stay male, we would understand," I heard a women who was standing a bit further saying. 'Staying male? Are they talking about me? ..... OH, Shit, I am still in the hospital.' I thought. 'This means they haven't done anything yet.' "The thing is ... we have to do the surgery as soon as possible. He passes out more and more frequently. This is not good at all. We need a concrete decision soon. I hope you can help him to come up with a good decision until tomorrow. Tomorrow afternoon, Dr. Shwindt and his team will operate on him." I slowly opened my eyes. First I saw mom. She was leaning on my bed while covering her face with her hands. And then, I looked a bit up and saw my dad. He was looking at Lena who was standing beside the door. I couldn't see my father's face. "Oh, my.... You are awake!" said my mother with a smile. I looked at her. It was obvious she had cried not long ago. "Hi mom. Could you give me some water... I am thirsty." I saw dad and Lena coming closer to the bed. "Hey you! I will get you some water!" said Cindy cheerfully. A few seconds later she came with a glass of water. After drinking the water, suddenly I felt two things. One, the urge to go to the bathroom and two, hunger! I tried to sit and then stand. Cindy helped me. "Do you want to go somewhere?" "I need to go to the bathroom," I replied. "Ok, I help," she said kindly. Once I was standing up, I felt weak, very week. I couldn't possibly stand by myself. With the help of Cindy I managed to get to the bathroom. After a few minutes I came back. "What time is it?" I asked with curiosity. Dad looked at his watch and said. "It is about 6pm in the afternoon. How do you feel son?" Before I could reply to dad, Lena said, "You have been out since morning!" and then asked, "Do you have any pain?" "I don't feel any now," I replied in a very low voice almost whispering. "Good. If you had pain, let Cindy know. We may need to increase your medications," Lena replied. I nodded. Lena did a number of other routine tests and asked me a few questions. After that, she decided to leave. But before leaving the room, she looked at mom and dad and said, "We don't have at lot of time. Talk to him about his decision." And then she left. 'Yes, I have to make a decision. The four options they told me this morning .... Of course, I am not going to let them turn me into a girl ... This is too much to ask .... I am not a laboratory rat ...' "Lucas, I am sorry to bring it up again. Do you remember the discussion you had with the doctors this morning?" dad said very cautiously. "Ehmmm ... YES ... I am not going to let them turn me into a girl or make me pregnant. Apart from that, I don't care about the other options. As long as I become healthy again," I said and tried to look as determined as possible. "I told them the same son. Don't worry, we are supporting you," said my dad in a very supportive way. "We are supporting whatever decision you take," said my mom as kindly as she could while looking at dad. Having heard them, I was feeling way better. "So the decision is made: the last option is off the table. I don't care about the other three." "Good we are settled. No need to worry about that anymore," dad said. "What happened when I was out." "After you passed out, we had a meeting with the doctors. Then, your brother arrived but you were out." "What? Luis is here?!" I exclaimed. Luis is my older brother (he is two years older than me). We were very close until he left for university. Currently, he works for a giant real-state company on the other side of the country [I deliberately avoid mentioning the names of the cities]. Unlike me, he is very athletic. He is four to five inches taller than me and is a professional tennis player. In our family, everybody knows that he got his genes from my dad and I got my genes from my mom. "Of course. We called him yesterday and he took the first flight in the morning," mom said. "Does he know? Where is he now?" I nervously asked. "He haven't had time to book a room. Now he went to find a Hotel nearby .... Errr ... And we told him everything when he arrived. He knows now. You know how he is. He asks and asks until he knows everything specially if it's about you. I hope you don't mind," dad said. I felt really embarrassed. Luis and I used to be very competitive. We played many sports together and did lots of adventures together. Him knowing that I had always had half a vagina and a working womb is really embarrassing. "And then in the early afternoon, your friends came to visit. They stayed for half an hour and then left." I became more nervous with that news. "Who were they? Do they also know about my condition?" "Don't panic. Only Luis knows until now. The rest of them only know what you told Nick," dad said. "I guess they were your colleagues since they came together with Nick. Also, some other guys called your number. Your mother answered their calls." "Who?" I immediately turned to mom. "Robert, Pieter and Samantha. There were worried about your condition. Pieter and Samantha wanted to come and visit you today, but I suggested against it," she said. Robert is my buddy from high school and we kept being in touch after that. He lives in our home city, the same city my parents live. I visit him whenever I visit my parents. Pieter and Samantha are my friends from college, they live here in the capital. Samantha is one of the girls that I dated in college. We dated for a while, but we both noticed that it wasn't going to work. Finally, we decided to just be friends. It was awkward in the beginning but it became normal after a while. I was annoyed that so many people already knew that I am sick. This is not a sickness you want to share with people. "Who told them?" "We didn't! Probably Luis told Robert. We don't have any clue who told Pieter and Samantha," mom said. Nothing specific happened for half an hour and then we heard a knock and Lena peeked inside the room. "Can we interrupt you?" "Sure doctor," replied my dad. To be honest, I was tired of all the doctors. But I had to be polite especially now that they literally control my future and my health. Dr. Reed together with Lena entered the room. This is not good. 'This guy again. I don't like him,' I thought. "Hi, Mr. Murphy. I hope you are feeling better now." He tried to be a bit polite and cautious following my outrage reaction this morning. "I was hoping that you would like to know more about your options. Unfortunately, we didn't have time to discuss more about your options this morning," he added. "There is no need for that Dr. Reed. I have made my decision. Forget about the pregnancy and that crazy last option. Apart from that, I don't care about the other ones. You can choose," I said firmly and determined. I immediately saw both Dr. Reed and Lena disappointed but that was my decision. Dr. Reed didn't know what to say. He tried to say something but swallowed his thoughts. He looked at Lena for a few seconds and then looked back at me. "Well, it is your decision. And if you say it is final, it is final then. But, out of duty, I must give you all information that you need to know. Otherwise, my conscious will not be clear." I felt bad about how I reacted earlier. He seemed genuine, nice and extremely polite. "Ok, I am listening, but I doubt any kind of information could change my decision," I said determined but way more polite. "Well, I know you are extremely against the last option, but I must notify you that if you hypothetically agree on that, our institute would cover all your medical expenses and your potential children for the next 10 years. Plus, you will be paid 1 million dollars as a gratitude for your cooperation and sacrifice. In addition to this, In case you become pregnant and successfully give birth, our institute will pay you 1 million dollars per child provided that we could have full access to your children medical records and medical progress until they are adult." Everyone was shocked with the numbers. "Wow! 1 million? That is crazy!!!!" my dad said surprised. "Are you saying we sell our grandchildren to you?" mom said. "Mom!!!" I said a bit annoyed. "There is no grandchildren. There is no way I get pregnant! No matter how much they offer," I said sternly. "I know! I know! I said hypothetically!" mom said trying to fix her mistake. Seeing my reaction, Dr. Reed said "Well, it is not just the money. You should not forget how much you contribute the human's survival and ..." I interrupted "But according to you, you have already got another transgender mother with the same condition as mine who has already cooperated." "Yes, Indeed. She is pregnant again. And she is willing to help. But we need more children and we need diversity and ... " I interrupted again. "What if I marry as a man and have a child?" "The first question is whether or not you will have a child. By then, whoever your partner will be might be already affected by the virus. Even if you have a child, the chances are low. If your child is a girl, then she will not be immune to ZIS. If your child is a boy and your wife does not carry the mutated gene, he won't have PMDS and thus he will not become pregnant. If you your child is a boy and your wife carries the mutated gene, then he might have PMDS with a probability of 25%. Even then the probability that he will have a healthy set of female reproductive organs is very low," Dr. Reed said. But when he saw how confused we looked, he added, "In short, the chances that you have a child and your child could help is almost zero." I was staring at the wall for almost a minute and everybody else was looking at me waiting for my reaction. 'Can I do it? Can I be a mother?' I thought. 'No! I cannot do it! No way!' Just thinking about being pregnant was sickening me. "I am not doing it! That is final! I told you, I don't want to do that! This is my life! Even if I agree, you cannot guarantee that it will work! I cannot ruin my life for something you are not even sure! Plus you have already saved the world. The other guy ... er ... the other woman with PMDS is having a baby and she is pregnant again. I am not doing it," I said trying to be convincing. Dr. Reed sighed and made a sad look at Lena. She shook her head and said to him. "Dr. Reed, I think he has made his decision. I think we shouldn't pressure him more." That was a relief. 'That is right. Don't pressure me more,' I thought. "Well Ok, if there is no way to convince you to go for the last option. The best second option is that you donate your female reproductive organs to our institute. In this case, our institute will pay all you medical expenses until you are completely recovered," he said unenthusiastic. "That is fine. The decision is made," I said immediately. "Ok, but in case you changed your mind, let us know. You have still time to think about it until tomorrow afternoon which is your surgery," said Lena. "Tomorrow afternoon?!" I said shocked. "Yes, Lucas. We forgot to tell you about it. Many other things came up," mom said. "But I have a deadline!" I objected. "Don't think about stressful things! You keep passing out and we need to hurry. Health comes first," said Lena. Mom nodded in agreement with her. 'SHIT! I am done! I will lose my job!' I thought. "Everything is so fucked up!" I whispered. "What did you say?" mom asked. "Nothing," I simply replied. I didn't want to make them more worried about me. "Ok then we leave you alone. Inform us if you changed your mind" Said Lena while turning to leave the room. Once they left. I looked at mom. "Mom, am I too selfish?" Mom, who didn't know how to react, said, "Not at all honey. You have the right to live as you wish. Besides, they are not sure if that would work. Don't think about it anymore. You made the right decision." "Don't think that way son. You made the right decision," dad said. A while after that my brother arrived. "Hi 'Lucky-ass'!" he said as he entered the room grinning. 'Lucky-ass' is the nickname he chose for me long ago since I was (according to him) always more lucky than him and since it has a considerable resemblance to my name. However, the nickname was in kind of paradox with the situation. "Shut up! This is just so unlucky!" I laughed at the paradox. "True! Well, you know, I always wanted to have a little sister! You even grow your hair!" he said with a serious poker face trying to make me pissed as he usually did. "Fuck you! I was busy. Didn't have time to visit a barber," I said and looked a bit annoyed. "Luis, he was already under a lot of pressure. Be careful with your language," mom said to him. He didn't say anything. After a few seconds his poker face broke and he started laughing and with that I started laughing too and then mom and dad started laughing. "You didn't have to come just for me!" I said to him. "Well, I did have to. Don't worry. I also came for work." "What do you mean?" "I didn't want to tell you yet. It meant to be a surprise. But since Lucas has surprised you earlier, I might as well tell you." He paused for a few seconds. "Our company has an office here in the capital and I am going to be the head manager of the office here. I was planning to move here next month. But when I heard the news about Lucas, I talked to my boss and he agreed that I already work from here. Although, I may need to fly there once or twice during this month." "That's fantastic!" mom said cheerfully. "I am happy for you and proud of you son!" He was my father's favorite son. He always made him very proud. "Nice bro! We can hang out more often bro!" I said. I certainly liked the idea of him being around. We were very close before he left. After that, my parent left for hotel and Luis stayed with me. The rest of the evening we talked about our jobs and about many other things. Until around 11 the pain came back and I knew that I will eventually pass out. I looked at Luis. "Luis ... aghhhhhhhhhhhh ... " I passed out.