Chapter 5: Blood Drive

This one was a conspiracy between Cathleen and Sunny. Colonies had requested experienced teachers and one wanted at least ten medical technicians for their research labs. The ladies put their heads together and began to plot.

"You know," said Sunny, "some of the high schools in the northern Chicago suburbs are famous for their gigantic blood drives. One hundred to two hundred units is not unusual, and the really large schools have been known to exceed three hundred on a regular basis."

"And?" Cathleen inquired.

"All the disruptions since the Swarm arrived have affected the blood supply in many areas of North America. The Confederacy doesn't need the blood, but our countrymen surely do." Sunny grinned. "What if we found a way to sponsor one or two high school blood drives -- make it a competition, even. If we did it right, we could get a twofer or even threefer."

"Okay, I'll bite," Cathleen responded with an answering grin.

"Well, obviously we extract teachers, and those suburban schools have some of the best. That's one. Next we get students, and done right, parents. Ah, the parents. That region is full of quality pharmaceutical plants, research, and corporate offices."

Sunny was on a roll. "My experience is that at most high school drives a higher percentage of girls -- oops, young women -- donate than the males. Best of all, bozos just don't donate. They either tend to have prohibited behaviors or just aren't interested. So, right out of the box, we get to extract two -- maybe three -- sets of high quality candidates."

"Did you know that some of the phlebotomists and other staff at the drives hold various technician degrees? I even know one who is a medical doctor from Poland whose immigration to the US disrupted her residency before she could complete it. All together, that's at least a twofer, maybe a threefer, and I bet we can do more." She looked at her friend and mistress. "Wadaya think?"

"You know, a while back, the OTE started a program called 'filles du roi' allowing unsponsored concubines to be shipped to colonies that don't have enough concubines for newly qualifying sponsors. I think you will get at least a threefer, and we need to get our butts in gear," came the response from Cathleen.

The execution, naturally, turned out to be more complex than Sunny projected. They contacted two of the local blood donor organizations to ascertain interest in an anonymously financially sponsored drive. Meeting enthusiastic responses, they selected the organization historically conducting drives at Sunny's high school alma matter.

Sunny met with her school's designated coordinator and the collector's account rep. Cathleen insinuated herself into the process for a rival school only a few miles away. With the Swarm invasion a driving motivation, it wasn't difficult to convince the two schools to change usual practices and minimize classes for the day.

A huge party was planned, and any student who signed up and donated blood was entered for several scholarships awarded by drawing, and they were excused from class after donating. Parents and friends could donate for the student, increasing the number of entries for the drawings. One rule stood, the students had to remain in the school building to qualify for the drawings at the end of the school day.

To build the attraction and participation, a buffet dinner was offered to students, parents, and others who came to donate in a student's behalf. The various student organizations competed to see who could get the largest per-member participation, and students volunteered as runners, baby sitters, and assistants to restock refreshments. Given the projected parent attendance, both schools scheduled a PTA meeting for after the buffet.

As planned, one school would have been a huge effort, two bordered on impossible. Eventually, it became necessary for the two separate blood donor organizations to combine efforts to provide the needed staff. That in-of-itself was a major innovation.

The operations were aided by the school's security staff and normal procedures. Metal detectors were at every entrance, and students without their IDs were required to sign in -- as were all visitors. Because of the extra people anticipated, the local police provided traffic control and some extra security, as did state and Federal agencies. Dora's drones were ubiquitous but invisible.

Michael and most of his ladies presented themselves in their roles as deputy marshals and volunteered to help staff the recovery areas, handing out snacks and donor stickers along with the regular volunteers. Those who were actually deputies wore badges and holstered weapons. Their presence at the refreshment tables in the recovery area gave their team an opportunity to visit with parents and neighbors persuaded to donate by various students.

In the recovery area, the Swarm, CAP scores, sponsors, and concubines were hot topics with the students. Prepped by Dora's knowledge of CAP scores, the more senior adults were roped into the discussions by the two extraction teams, allowing the teams to ascertain professions and interest in volunteering. If the donor's CAP or profession were a hot candidate for extraction, the donor was guided to a small room and offered an immediate opportunity. More traditional extractions were planned for the buffet/party/PTA meeting scheduled for later. As expected, the region, saturated with numerous Pharma and medical supply companies, yielded a much higher number of quality candidates than the norm.

Michael was chatting with a pair of students when they were joined by a shapely, weeping emo girl, who sat in the empty chair next to Michael. "What's the matter Honey?" he asked gently.

"My iron's too low to donate, and I wanted to give." She broke into sobs, and Michael placed his arm around her, careful to avoid her paint covered boob.

"You tried. A lot of people don't, you know," Michael tried to comfort her and engaged her in conversation. His respect grew as he learned that she was an athlete, an honor student, and a volunteer tutor. Her CAP was just under that needed to volunteer.

<Dora, see if you can get Naomi over here to talk to Linda. I think we may have a candidate for our family,> he opined. <Given the right support, she might just make a sponsor, and in the mean time, she seems the right age and personality to fit well with Naomi, Patricia, Carley, and Valerie.>

It wasn't long before Naomi appeared and plopped down next to the unknowing candidate. Michael moved on to another table to regale his new audience with one of Hannah's awful puns.

As often happens during a blood drive, there was a lull. Of the gaggle of donors recently -- at the refreshment tables, only Linda remained sitting next to Michael and across from Naomi. Her tears vanquished, she emerged as a lively, pretty young woman with a sparkling personality. Some might call her plump. Not Michael. Linda was who she was, and she was lovely inside and out.

They were laughing, exchanging stupid one-liner jokes and puns. Michael was able to hold his own thanks to Hannah's frequent descent to groaners at meals. When a new pair of youngsters walked over from the donor area, he rose to greet them, gave them the usual spiel about waiting fifteen minutes, went to the cooler for juice boxes, and introduced himself.

They nodded shyly, and Linda took the initiative to introduce them as Victor and Victoria, "you know, like that old Julie Andrews movie," she explained. "Tell them the one about the cows riding around," she demanded.

"So," he began a variation, "what is a cow's favorite transportation?" Blank looks. "A moo-ter-cycle," he sprang Hannah's favorite punch line. "Any idea what brand?"

Heads shaking 'no' while Linda held it in. She burst out, "A cow-asaki."

Once again, jokes broke the ice, and the two laughed. After a few more jokes were exchanged, Michael changed the topic. "What year are you in?" he asked the pair.

Victoria replied, "we're both sophomores. This is our first time donating, we weren't sixteen when you were here for the fall drive."

Another three students arrived, and after the 'orientation', juice, and the obligatory joke, the discussion turned to career choices and how they would be affected by the Swarm's arrival. "Looks like my planned career as a math teacher is down the tubes," said one young man, "and so many of the sponsors from our school have already been extracted, that going to the stars as a concubine doesn't seem like much of a possibility either. Looks like the EDF for me."

"At least you have some chance," said Victor, bitterly. "Everyone knows that Vicky and I have none at all." He turned to me and said, "It's no secret, here, that me and Vicky are both transsexuals. We were born in the wrong bodies. I was born with a woman's plumbing and she has a man's. If we hadn't found each other, life would be a lot harder for us than it is. The kids here are great, but there is just no way they can really understand."

Michael was looking into two pairs of sober eyes, as Linda and others nodded. He bit his lips, unsure how to respond. "Probably not me either, but I'm willing to listen and try," he encouraged.

<Dora, feed this to Jimmy and any of the family who aren't occupied. Check CAP scores for fit with the family and send them to me with your commentary. I suspect I'm going to want more advice and input. It's very early, but I like these two and Linda as well. Tell Jimmy I said to listen closely -- I'm mindful of my promise to him at our extraction.>

The pair looked at each other, and Victor began, "just as you know you are male, we know our own gender, but here we are, trapped in bodies that don't feel like us. If we go through the long process to completely change genders, we aren't eligible for pickup, because we couldn't have children. We don't know what to do, so we've both done absolutely nothing."

<Probably true,> affirmed Dora.

Vicky took over, "But if we remain in the bodies we were born with just to be extracted, we are screwed three ways from Sunday. First, we have to live in the wrong bodies. Second, the whole thing makes us less likely to be picked up. Third, anyone who might be interested in us as we are is likely to have kinks we don't want to deal with. Screwed!"

<Dora, what do their CAP scores tell us?> Michael inquired.

<They are well balanced, and if they had what they know to be their appropriate bodies, they would be considered by many to be excellent candidates for concubines,> Dora suggested. <I'm going to consult with other AIs on this.>

Michael let the table's discussion drift to life before the Swarm, who had been picked up, personal preferences, and the like. His ears pricked up when his donors started discussing adults. There were several consensus favorites and disapprovals, and he duly noted the favorites for later consideration. His audience did not seem averse to work, quite the opposite, their opinions seemed based on perceptions of fairness, teaching ability, and other appropriate personality traits.

As the three stood to depart, Michael thanked them for their donations and asked if they would be willing to meet with him later, towards the end of the drive. "I know some folks who might interest you," he explained, "but we drive volunteers won't be free until the donations wind down." Receiving nods from the three, he asked if they could return around 2:30, and again received nods.

The day progressed, and Michael talked with two more students that he pegged as possibilities for his team, if not his family. Also among the donors were several of the teachers favored by the students, and one was sponsor level. The bonus was a counselor with a master's degree in social work, Ginger Breedlove, who was addressed by those present as Miz Gingerbread. As she approached the refreshment tables, Michael's head echoed internally as a gong sounded followed by Dora declaring <BINGO!>

Dora clearly approved of this one. After talking with Ginger over snacks during her stay, Michael quietly invited her to meet after the drive. The day was definitely proving productive, for his family, his team, and the Office of Targeted Extractions.

Despite the number of donors dwindling, Michael was surprised when the three students reappeared. Checking his watch, he realized the appointed time was close. With Michael were Jimmy, Patricia, and Carley, and he led the combined group to a small lounge he'd borrowed for the meeting. In a moment, Naomi joined them with Ginger in tow. Then the Nerds and a bemused Rachel arrived from the other high school with a dark, almost midnight black, athletic man who appeared in his late twenties. They introduced him as Richard Owen, history teacher and tennis coach.

After finishing introductions, Michael started, "You know that some of today's volunteers are deputy US marshals. In this room, that would be me and Rachel. Some of you shared confidences with me, and we have one to share with you."

He paused. "Three of us are also Confederacy sponsors and are evaluating candidates for extraction," he paused again at their indrawn breaths. "Rachel and Patricia along with three other delightful women, are my co-sponsors, though we consider ourselves married. Billie, Bertie, Jimmy, Carley, and Naomi are some of our concubines -- again, we prefer family."

Michael met the eyes of each 'candidate.' "We know you are all interested in extraction, but we wanted to speak with you to see if there is a mutual interest in your joining our family. We need to talk about what that would mean." He spoke to a shocked silence.

"First, recognize that with Victor and Vicky, I'm on new ground. If there is more than one way to interpret anything I say, I mean the good way. Further, I lack what you might consider the appropriate vocabulary, so for this discussion, please overlook that and listen for the intent," Michael smiled, ruefully.

"Some rules were instituted by aliens as the price for their help, and frankly, we aren't entirely sure why. Over the years, some have been modified, others not. Let's start with the most important unmodified one." Michael paused for effect. "Concubines are slaves, in fact, sex slaves of their owners. There is no mincing that concept. As such, they are required to procreate, and as far as I can determine, techniques such as artificial insemination are forbidden.

"In our family, sex is a big part but not the only part of our relationships. Sex is entirely voluntary between concubines -- we call them companions, but is required if a sponsor asks. Jimmy and I don't have guy-guy sex by agreement when he joined the family -- we are both wired against it. You need to know that we are NOT homophobic, we just don't play on that court. Richard, we can extend that guarantee to you if you wish to join us."

Victor and Vicky, noted Michael's omission and waited ... .

Michael wasn't sure how much more or little he should add, but he wanted to be certain. "If any of you do go with us, sex with more than one partner within our family will be a part of your lives, and so will children." He paused again to give time for questions or reactions, "but sex outside the family will never be a requirement."

Linda was the first to respond, "I don't see any concerns for me. We always knew sex was a big factor in pickups, and I like sex." Ginger nodded her agreement.

Vicky and Victor seemed more introspective and reserved, so Michael added, "If you have reservations and concerns and we can come to an agreement about them before you commit, then they become a binding contract. I confess that I feel hypocritical in that biology and rules I can't change may mean I have to treat Victor and Vicky differently from the rest of you."

"I'm going to introduce someone in a moment who can probably address some of your concerns, but let me lay down some other elements of life with us," and Michael explained the sponsors' commitment to protect and provide for their companions.

Michael took a breath, "We are currently in a unique role -- as far as I know, truly unique -- in that our team, our family, if you will, has dual citizenship in the Confederacy and the USA. Many of us are sworn law enforcement officers or alternatively, support staff to law enforcement. Our family expects all members to be productive and engage in supporting the family's commitments to the Confederacy. Because our companions will frequently assist us here on Earth, that includes upgrades and personal combat training not normally available to concubines."

<Michael,> Dora spoke only to him, <Before I discuss Victor's and Victoria's medical history and status, you should proceed with making your decision. Trust me on this.>

Looking at the five candidates, Michael said, "I want you to meet Dora, the AI assigned to our family." Looking at Victor and Vickie, "I asked her to do some research on what might be possible for the two of you. I know I'm presuming, but at least we have more time to explore than at a typical pickup. So, Dora ... ."

Dora spoke from a speaker Rachel had placed on the table, "Hello Richard Owen, Victoria Sams, Victor Gold, Ginger Breedlove, and Linda Estes, I'm pleased to meet you. Do you have any questions for me?"

Hearing only a series of 'hellos,' she continued, "Let's talk about body modifications. First, you should all know that Michael and his cosponsor wives are usually not big on major body modifications, but he specifically asked what body modifications might be possible for Vicky and Victor. Victoria Sams and Victor Gold, I need your permission to discuss your situations in front of the others."

Victor spoke first, "Tell us. If we are hoping to be family, we have to start with trust."

Vicky added, "He speaks for me."

Dora summarized, "Both your medical records indicate genetic situations, probably mutations, that caused physical characteristics that led to your being assigned the genders you were. Depending on what a med-tube reveals, genetic repair could result in your true gender, your genetic coding, and your physical form all becoming the same. One alternative situation might be that you will need to physically revert and live part of the time in your currently assigned genders in order to procreate. The rest is speculation at this point, so we will leave it there."

"Okay," Michael said ruefully, "Vicky and Victor are only part of this equation. Jimmy and I are another part, maybe Richard, too. At least one male with functioning balls and penis may need to have sex -- make love -- with Victor, if that is the only way he can procreate. Before any offers or decisions are made, it is only fair to us all to see if that can be done within the family. Jimmy, Richard, in this experiment, your participation, or not, is totally voluntary."

Michael moved his chair, looked at Victor, smiled, and patted his lap. He offered, "Okay young man, I want you to come over here and see if we can curl each other's toes."

Victor stood, approached, and sat -- clearly fearful of ruining the outcome that could dramatically change his life. He placed his arms around Michael and leaned his head on Michael's shoulder. To Michael, his hips and butt felt like girl; he had pheromones that smelled like girl; and he looked girlish. At this point, the test became more of Victor than of Michael.

Michael reached down and lifted Victor's face to his, then he kissed him gently and waited for a response. Victor's tentative response became stronger, and though Michael's mind was aware of the man he was kissing, his body informed him 'girl!'

'I'm not repulsed, and that's a good start,' Michael thought to himself, 'this might could work.'

Having experimented, this was not the first time Victor was kissing a man. His body responded favorably, and he too, thought the future might be workable.

Then Patricia strutted over, spun Victor off Michael's lap into her arms, and laid on a major lip lock.

Victor was shocked, then nearly swooned with happiness. 'Yes! This could indeed work!'

Behind Victor's back, Patricia waved Carley over, and the two grabbed Victor by the hands and hauled the young teen into a corner where they began an epic makeout session.

Vicky watched hungrily. She was all too aware that overcoming Michael's biological difficulty would be harder for her. Feeling a strong attraction for him, she intended to do everything in her power to sell it. When Michael again patted his lap, she rose with a languid motion. Following Patricia's example, Vicky strutted over, plopped into his lap, took his face between her hands, and laid her heart and soul into a kiss. Not for one second did Michael feel he was kissing a man. With a response that was instant, strong, and permanent, he claimed her.

When he came up for breath, Michael glanced over at Jimmy and joked, "If I ever let you near, you are going to absolutely love her! Join us?" he asked her.

Her shy "yes" was followed by Dora's "Welcome to the family."

Richard was next. "Billie and Bertie have spent more time with you than I have, and I trust their judgment. I give you warning, though -- if you join our family, those two will fuck you seven ways from Sunday. And that's not including the other beautiful ladies. Your pecker won't fall off, but there might be days you think it will." He grinned, and looked over at Victor who was still buried in girls, "As you are beginning to see, your wick would stay wet, too.

"How do you feel about being the daddy?" Michael looked at Richard and Victor. "I see myself more as a father type and not so much a daddy, especially to the grade schoolers. So what do the two of you think about that?"

Victor surfaced, his eyes moistened, and he stammered, "I've dreamed of being a daddy, a real daddy, but always felt the deck was stacked against it. I'm in for whatever that means."

"Done, and welcome," was Dora's contribution, interpreting Michael's intent.

Richard was wide-eyed. He never expected to be extracted, much less welcomed into a family like this. Heck, he had no idea a group like this was possible. He looked around and said, "I helped raise two younger brothers and twin sisters. I loved it. Mom and Dad are both dead, could the kids come too?"

At Michael's questioning look, he elaborated, "The twins are under fourteen, as is Micah. Jackson is sixteen and a volunteer."

Michael asked, "If you have custody, there's no problem with the underaged kids. We can look at Jackson for the general extraction and maybe our team, but probably not for the family ... . You know, I have to ask -- will you and the youngsters be okay in a predominately white family and likely having sex with white folk? The issue of sex with sisters is touchy."

Richard nodded, thoughtfully, and Michael turned to the Nerds, "If you want to ask him, go ahead, go for it." Richard became occupied as soon as he responded affirmatively.

Michael looked at Linda and asked, "So, my lady, what do you think of all this?"

"Can I sit on your lap, too?" was the immediate response. Without waiting for his answer, she oozed over, shifted Vicky to Michael's left leg, claimed his right, looked him straight in his eyes and declared, "I think I died, and I'm waiting for heaven. Can I come, too?"

After laying on a tender kiss, Linda patted his cheek, took Vicky's hand and pulled her in Jimmy's direction, explaining, "Come on Vicky, Michael has one more." She nudged Jimmy's legs apart and planted the two of them on either leg.

'Wow,' Michael affirmed to himself, 'you were right about that one, too!' He turned to Ginger, "You, my lady, are last but not really last."

Michael stood, approached Ginger, tugged her to her feet and led her to a loveseat against the wall. He held both her hands and spoke softly, "I hope you liked what you saw this afternoon, because Dora and I think you are special and want you to join us. I had to wait until the others were ours, because you need to know that Dora is a sentient person -- truly!"

Rachel, listening, squeezed in on Ginger's left and nodded. Michael continued, "You will be ours. I would have asked you, but Dora chose you first, and you will be HERS. She says that once you get through your martial arts and arms training and then get some experience on the ground, it is very likely you will achieve a sponsor level CAP score. We will support you in this."

He looked to see if she understood, "Regardless, join us -- concubine or future sponsor -- and we'll ensure you have meaningful work, a supportive family, fine children, and I think, love."

Ginger's eyes misted, and she couldn't speak for moments. She leaned into Michael, and at last she whispered, "You've offered me -- and demonstrated that you can deliver -- everything I want from life. Dora, Michael, Rachel, Patricia, if you will have me, I'm yours -- completely."

In Michael's head burst forth the opening strains of Ode To Joy -- Dora was mightily pleased. "Michael, Rachel, and Patricia, you and our family have acquired the concubines Ginger Breedlove, Richard Owen, Victor Gold, Victoria Sams, and Linda Estes. Congratulations to everyone. Welcome to our family."

Michael stood, one arm around Ginger, and asked, "Anybody besides Richard have dependents we need to retrieve, or anything special in your locker? If not, we need to get you folks home so we can get back for the big circus."

The jubilant group burst through the door of the family's quarters, attracting the attention of everyone back from the schools. The Nerds were laughing as they pulled Richard through the door, into their large sitting room. Richard looked up and froze, "Aunt Danni, is that you?"

Danni looked at the startled trio and responded, "Richard!" and ran over to grab the young man in a fierce hug. "You've been picked up? AND hustled by the Nerds?!"

The two were instantly surrounded by everyone in the quarters with a cacophony of demands amounting to, "What the heck is going on here?"

Richard held up one hand for quiet, the other still holding Danni tight, and explained, "Danni is the daughter of my mother's college roommate. Growing up, there were long periods when we lived with her family, or her family lived with mine. She is a couple of years older than me, and bossed me around all the time. I started calling her Aunt Danni, and the name stuck!" He grinned, "This is going to be FUN!" and kissed her with a decidedly un-nephewly kiss.

The Nerds were going to be sharing much more than they had thought!

The ground team relinquished their new companions to Carole and her support team for in-processing, including medical assessment and pickup of Richard's dependents, while they returned to the two schools to complete the general extractions -- including Richard's brother, Jackson. It was very late, actually very early in the morning, before the pickups were completed, medical assessments conducted, orientations held, and the new arrivals tucked into quarters -- hopefully for sex and/or sleep.

The adults of Michael's family, including the new arrivals, were exhausted. That night's welcoming puppy pile was a happy jumble with the newcomers assimilated into new combinations -- Richard with the Nerds and Danni, Victor with Patricia and Carley, and Ginger, Vicky and Linda snugged to Michael -- surrounded by the remainder of his wives and Naomi. That night, they all just slept.

Earlier, Hannah had tasked the current pre-adults with orienting Richard's dependants Rosa, Harriett, and Micah, on 'house rules,' including the limits to sex play. She thought it would be a growth experience, especially with Momma Dora's oversight. She did not anticipate that Dora would confirm that sex play between preteens was forbidden, but would also point out that self gratification was not. Demonstrations ensued, one precocious participant showing the unlearned, and Momma Dora providing critique with visuals.

That night the twelve and thirteen year-olds had their own slumber party, mixed genders notwithstanding. They ended sated and exhausted in their own puppy pile. But, good kids that they were, they followed the rules.

The whole family, including the junior members, was seated in their conversation pit, to hear Dora's news, and provide support to the new members if the news were to be bad. Dora, with legs crossed in her usual pose, floated at eye-level -- beautiful, ethereal, and untouchable.

"Michael, I'm so very happy and honored that you trusted me in this," Dora began. "Based on Victor's and Victoria's CAP scores, they were eligible to be accepted as concubines and extracted. Once you offered in good faith to take them, and they agreed to be yours, by contract they are your property. It is unclear what would happen if they had been extracted by someone else and then found unable to have children, but as their sponsor, you have a unique contract that could have been brought into play."

Michael thought, then asked, "So if I based my offer on a 'gender change' or faulty knowledge, my contract with them might have been deemed invalid if procreation were not possible?"

"Exactly, but your offer was unconditional based upon an admittedly limited physical test and the Confederacy's own certification of eligibility through their CAP scores." Dora sounded smug. "As it happens, their time in the med-tubes confirms that it is highly likely that they both can become parents, so your contract should not be needed to shelter them. We are VERY fortunate that neither has had surgical intervention nor started hormonal treatments."

Dora waited for the sniffles to start and stop, then added, "As their sponsor-owner, you have the absolute right to dictate any physical characteristics, but your wishes have been minimal in the past, so I suggest you let me report on the med-tube results, listen to Victor's and Vicky's input, then give me guidance on how to proceed."

"Sounds like a plan," responded Michael, "but I feel one guideline is important for all our companions and should apply to them as well. Vicky and Victor, I want you to be comfortable with your bodies, but no going to extremes like oversized boobs or cock. Once Dora briefs us on what she found, we'll look at possibilities, understand?"

The pair nodded.

Vicky

"Vicky," Dora began, "I'm not sure how much of this you already know. Your medical records showed you were born with a condition called 'Congenital adrenal hyperplasia.' Without getting too technical, this is the result of a recessive gene mutation that interfered with the development of your sexual characteristics. You had what was termed 'ambiguous genitalia' and were assigned and began to be raised male."

Vicky nodded her understanding, and Dora continued, "The med-tube scan confirms that original diagnosis. It also shows that your genetic chromosomes are XX, and that you have ovaries, fallopian tubes, and a vestigial uterus. Physically, you are most definitely a woman."

Joyful smile. More sniffles.

"Confederacy science allows for the correction of minor genetic damage. That's why incest is not a genetic problem for the humans of the Confederacy. Once your genetic issue is fixed, it is highly likely that your latent sexual characteristics will develop. Think late puberty onset. Once fully functioning, Michael can request further body modifications that would allow you to bear children," Dora finished her explanation to Vicky.

Victor

"Victor," Dora let the young man off the hook, "you will be able to father children. The medical term for your situation is 5 alpha-Reductase deficiency or 5-ARD, which is very rare and also caused by a mutation. While your external genitalia are female, you have only the lower two-thirds of a normal vagina, and lack a uterus, ovaries, and Fallopian tubes. That is why you've never had a period."

"What you do have are XY chromosomes, hidden male gonads, and a prostate. You, Victor, are most definitely a man, and genetic repair should make that completely apparent. If you wish and Michael approves, you can retain your partial vagina," she finished.

After the applause died, Michael spoke, "Dora, please project an image of Victor as he would look if his genetic issues were resolved."

There appeared beside Dora a tall, slim young man with well defined pectorals and abs. He was buff and well hung, and the hoots and calls from the younger women and girls became almost deafening, causing Victor to blush.

"Slowly progress him to age twenty-two so we can have a long-term look." He turned to Victor, "So what do you think?"

Victor was speechless for a few minutes as he looked, then he stated, "I'm happy with the now-look, and I'm happy with the future. I think I'd like to keep the chest hair and lose everything else below my neck. The vagina should go-I've waited too long."

Michael told Dora, "Okay, let's lock in his current age and let him progress normally. Fix any scars and blemishes and start the process to make his gender characteristics wholly male. Pace the physical and hormonal changes so he has plenty of time to adjust, the girls will just have to wait a little longer to get into his pants."

"Vicky, sweet thing, let's look at your future," Michael said. And a vision of loveliness appeared with long, flowing, light brown, waist-length hair. She was toned, slim, with definite hips, and high proud breasts.

While Dora progressed her image through to twenty-two, Vicky sighed, "I love me. I thought I never would, but I do!"

She turned to Michael and asked, "Can we just get rid of the body hair and any blemishes, then wait until later to see what I might want. This is so much better than I ever expected, and I don't want to mess with it."

Michael agreed and instructed Dora, "What she said. Lock it in at her current age and let her progress naturally. Like with Victor, watch the pace of change." He hugged the two youngsters and asked, "Happy?" They could only nod.

"Next up, Linda," Michael declared, and the image of the dark haired beauty stood before them, rotated, and progressed to twenty-two.

"Can I ... . I want to be slim, like Vicky?" asked Linda.

"Whatever for?" asked Michael, with agreement echoed from the other three men. "You are a walking wet dream. Your curves are delicious. Dora, lift her bust a little, keep her toned, but leave her nice and round, no hair below the neck, lengthen her hair halfway down her back and add red highlights. Wait! Try a small heart-shaped bush at the top of her slit."

He looked over at Linda, who sat with her mouth open. "Now, how do you feel? All the guys and most of the ladies are panting."

"Really, I can look like that?" she asked. "I think I like it."

"Try it for a while, and if you decide you want more change, talk to me and we'll see."

Richard was next up, and the ladies stood and cheered. He was buff, handsome, and well hung. Michael turned control to Rachel, and backed away while the ladies enjoyed themselves. When they were done, body hair disappeared; blemishes were banished; and age slightly regressed. That was about it.

"Ginger, mine!" said Dora. "You are perfect to me, but what would you like?"

Ginger blushed, looked at her image, and asked, "Can you make me younger? I liked the way I looked at twenty-two. Remove body hair below my neck except for my landing strip, tone me up, lift my boobs, and lose the blemishes and moles. You decide about the freckles." It was clear that she had been watching, listening, and thinking while the others went through the process.

"Anyone have other suggestions?" asked Dora. After moments of silence, "All right, that's done."

<Michael,> Dora said privately, <tonight, I want you to sex Gingerbread first. She is special because she has the potential to take over the leadership of our family when you are gone. She will be your conscience and your anchor. You will love her -- not as you love Rachel, Cathleen, our Pixie, or even Naomi -- but you will love her. You all will love her, and she will be your rock. Her development and her assimilation needs to start sooner rather than later. Don't worry about her CAP, that will take care of itself, but she needs to start as a concubine in order to understand about being a concubine. I've given her an implant, but it will not activate until just before we sex her.>

"Okay, family," Carole began, "today's assignments supersede any school or scheduled training." She spoke with authority, "Every adult is on assimilation duty for the blood drive extractees. Naomi, Cathleen, Sunny, and Ginger, you are with me for special assignment as I encounter issues. Ginger, you in particular are to stick to me like glue -- learn to be my deputy.

"Companions who are teens, you are rovers. Newbies, team up with an experienced partner. Mingle in pairs to identify, report, and/or resolve any issues among the teens." Then she continued until all the family had assignments. "Kids, you are going to be babysitters and when needed, ride herd on the youngsters. If you've never done that before, team up with someone who has and assist them. Mandy, you are that team's supervisor and teacher."

"Our mission," Carole summarized, "is divided into three complementary parts. First, we are assisting in identifying the skills requisitioned by the several colonies and getting those skills separated into distinct groups for transport to the appropriate colonies. Second, we need to identify those skills still missing so they can be found and extracted. Third, this is our family's first major extraction and our first large scale partnering with the larger world of the Office of Targeted Extraction, and we are learning by doing. Do us proud!"

Gingerbread

The day went well with minimal issues to be resolved by the Harem's teams. After the newly extracted had been sent to their quarters for sleep or sex as they desired, then Michael's family gathered for their evening meal. Their immediate assimilation duties were over for this bunch, and the newbies were handed off to the regular team, and their transition to moon (Greenwich) time began.

<Michael,> Dora began, <we have a duty. You and I are going to bring Gingerbread fully into our family by loving on her. I'm going to activate her implant and guide you to what she likes and needs.>

Ginger was startled when Dora activated her implant and informed her, <Gingerbread, mine, Gingerbread ours! We are going to love with you now, and I will be here with you. If you want or need something, tell me.>

"Oh, okay," came Ginger's blurted response, "but this is strange."

It may have felt strange, but Dora led her aside so that the two could have a private, lightning fast 'girl talk' ending just before Dora said to Michael, <Think of this as a concert, and I'm the conductor. We'll start with Killing Me Softly and work through Ravel's Bolero to I Kissed A Girl -- Jill Sobule's not Katy Perry's, up the tempo with The William Tell Overture, and a strong finish with John Henry Was A Steel Driving Man.>

Ooookay. This was feeling strange to Michael as well, but he was game-on to let Dora help guide the pace. He stood over Ginger, gathered her into his arms, and carried her to the center of their sleeping area. The family trooped into the bedroom, and unaware of Dora's intentions, sat around to watch the proceedings.

Roberta Flack's Killing Me Softly started up in Michael's head. <She likes to be nuzzled and kissed behind the ear,> Dora prompted.

<Dora, Dora!> Michael responded, <I know you're excited, but I've been doing this lots longer than you. Let's back off the music, and you just tell me when there's something that our Gingerbread wants, or if there's something she doesn't like so much.>

There was silence in his head, and Michael had a sense of a five-years-old just told she couldn't have another ice cream. <Can I hum softly?> Dora seemed to whisper. Michael sighed, assented, and turned his full attention to Ginger.

Linda

The morning after Gingerbread's 'initiation,' Linda climbed into Michael's lap and snuggled in. Michael had noticed that his wives tended to grab his ears when demanding attention, whereas the younger teens climbed onto a leg, batted their eyes, and snuggled. He wondered if he was going to have enough legs... .

He palmed the sweet cupcake tittie he had avoided during the blood drive, kissed the top of Linda's head, and asked, "What's up, Pumpkin? Anything the matter?"

The young girl hesitated, then whispered, "Is it my turn yet? You knew I wasn't a virgin when you extracted me, and I won't feel like I really belong until you take me properly with witnesses."

<Rally the troops, Dora. Looks like I'm having pussy for breakfast!> And with that summons, he cradled the happy teen in his arms and walked towards the shower, which Dora already had running at the correct temperature when they arrived.

Michael stood the young lovely in the warm spray and began washing the hair of the now ecstatic girl-woman, massaging gently. As his family crowded around, he couldn't help noticing the changing sexual characteristics of his two young transsexuals. Thinking to himself, 'it won't be long now,' he brought his attention back where it belonged.

Michael loved the taste and odor of excited woman, so after massaging and rinsing Linda's scalp, he confined the rest of her shower to rinsing her body without soaping. The water was sufficient for his slippery hands to roam her body, increasing her excitement. He played with those delicious titties, kissing and sucking, then brought a squeal when he gently nipped her nipples. Linda pulled his head between her breasts and hugged tightly.

Michael pulled away slightly and dropped so that he could pay homage to her navel and surrounding belly. When he finally kissed and licked his way to her heart-shaped bush, he was more than glad that he had thought of the idea. Even wet, it perfectly showed the route to her blossoming pussy lips. His nose and his eyes were well aware of her arousal, and he dropped again and began licking up her inner thighs. The licks were not where Linda expected, and she squeaked with momentary disappointment. Then she bent at the knees and thrust her pussy at Michael's tongue.

Michael laughed, and pulled her pussy hard to him. He licked up the outer lips, and down the inner as they opened like a rapidly blooming flower. Linda began to drip, and not just from the shower. Michael sucked in the perfume of her arousal, then fastened his lips and sucked in her juices while entering her passage with his tongue. He met a flood as Linda hit her first peak, and he held her through that shaking orgasm.

The family cheered at this milestone, and cheered again as Michael tongued her clitty, triggering an even larger orgasm. He sucked her clit until she grabbed his hair and whimpered, "Enough, I'm ready for the main event."

Ready hands toweled the two dry, and Michael carried the happy Linda to the adjoining bedroom. Laying her down, he lay and cradled her to him while she regained her breath.

Looking into her heavily lidded eyes, Michael recognized when she was ready and turned her onto her back. To satisfy Linda's need to be claimed, he plunged into the still aroused tunnel and set a deep, rhythmic pace. Her pussy gripped his cock, stimulating them both. He held on through her additional two cums, then began to ride for glory.

Dora let him know, <one hell of a big one is on the way!> and the two thundered to a magnificent release.

After her breathing returned to normal, Linda looked first at her new family and then at Michael. She blinked and declared, "I told you that I liked sex, but I did not know what the heck I was talking about! My experience was pretty much limited to 'wham, bam, thank you ma'am' sex. I liked it, but this, this was living compared to death."

This time, it was Ginger who fetched the warm cleanup washcloth.

All-in-all, the blood drives had been a huge success. The greater Chicago area received well over seven hundred units of whole blood. The Office of Targeted Extractions obtained hundreds of teachers and school support personnel; a flock of young volunteers, concubines, and filles du roi; and enough medical technical personnel to fill their requisition several times over. The family gained five new companions, including two studs, and Sunny got more than her threefer.

When the story of the blood drive extractions made the news, area blood donations increased in every venue. Unfortunately, the publicity gave some very bad men some very bad ideas.