Copyright © 2004 caultron
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My name is Mark Otter, and I'm the advertising manager for Impact Enterprises. I was having a fairly normal business meeting with Todd Klass, the account representative for Bombshell Distribution, the company who did 60% of our printing and mailing. Todd and I had done business for a long time, and considered ourselves professional friends. We often had long business lunches, and occasionally we played golf.
As advertising manager, I was entitled to a fairly large and well-decorated office. We were sitting in two couches that occupied one corner or the room. I never liked talking to people across a desk; it just seemed impersonal.
Todd wanted to see the drafts for a new promotion we were planning, so I called my secretary Rochelle and asked her to bring them in. When she did, Todd's jaw dropped right through the carpeting.
"Everything OK?" I asked.
"That was Rochelle, wasn't it? She's been your secretary for about five years now?"
"Yeah, that's her."
"What's with that skirt she's wearing?"
It was a fairly conservative black, knee-length, fitted skirt with one unusual feature. "You mean, what's with the fly in front?"
"Well yeah. I mean, she isn't, uh..."
"Yeah, she got herself an implant a little while ago. I guess it'll start showing soon."
"Oh, that's a shame. I always thought she was such an attractive girl."
"She still will be. I mean, nothing else changes."
"Well, yeah, I know, but I really have problems dealing with that. I mean, how'd you like to seduce a woman and then find out she has a dick hanging there, in front of her regular equipment?"
"Well, it's getting to be fairly common. I guess six or seven of the women working here have done it now. That's out of about forty. It only costs a couple hundred bucks, you know. They talked the company into installing a couple of urinals in the ladies room."
"Well, I don't think I could ever get used to it. You remember my secretary Holly? I had to figure out some pretext and fire her. "
"People are adaptable, Todd. You learn to cope."
"How would you know... Oh gosh... Did Maggie..."
"Yeah, about a year ago."
"How could that happen?"
"It began between Christmas and New Year. Maggie and I were having dinner at the club and all of a sudden she asked me if I liked having a dick."
"What kind of a question is that?"
"Well, yeah. That's what I said. Of course I like having a dick. Then she asked me, if I didn't have one, would I want to grow one?"
"That's even weirder."
"I know, but I had to say yes. So then Maggie says she feels the same way. She doesn't have one, and so she wants to grow one."
"What is that, penis envy?"
"Oh, they all deny that, but what else do you call it? You know how the ones who've done it show themselves off all the time. You see 'em everywhere now. I guess some of Maggie's friends at the club got 'em, and some of the women at her office, too. Then her sister did it, and our neighbor Brenda. All of a sudden it's like Maggie's the last woman in the world without a dick."
"What did you say?"
"I said liked here the way she was. But I guess she felt plain, or out of touch, or something. She was hoping for my support, but she was gonna do it anyway."
"Sounds pretty final. Wasn't there anything you could say? I mean, how you gonna sleep next to that every night?"
"We talked about it some more, but her mind was really made up. And I didn't threaten her with divorce or anything like that. We had a good relationship going; still do. And I knew some other guys who were dealing with it. They survived."
"So just like that?"
"Yeah, the next week she went and saw the doctor. I guess they gave her some kind of catalog to look through, and she decided what she wanted. Then took a few of her cells, patched in some Y chromosomes, and over the next week morphed up some stem cells. They injected the stem cells where the dick was going to be and that was it."
"She didn't use your Y chromosomes?"
"Naw, I guess they get a better match and more selection by going with public sperm banks."
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