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."

"Then what?"

"For the first month nothing seemed to be happening. I started hoping the stem cells didn’t work, you know? But then all of a sudden she had this bump right above her pussy. She was all excited and made sure I looked at it."

"How big was it?"

"Half an inch long, half an inch wide. It was just a bump; it didn’t look like a cock head or anything. But of course it kept growing. By the end of February, it was sticking out two inches and looked like a little kid’s dick."

"Did it work?"

"No, not yet. But it was tender, you know?"

"Of course I know. I know what dicks are like, Mark."

"Well, I had to start being careful so I didn’t mash it when we had sex, you know? But sometimes I’d forget and so Maggie wanted to be top more and more. And she bought herself a bunch of clothes with flies in them: panties, skirts, slacks, shorts, and so forth."

"What did people say?"

"Oh, all of her friends were gushing around her and telling her how special she was. Most of my pals sympathized with me and told me I’d get used to it. And, you know, she was still the same person."

"So did it keep growing?"

"Yeah, about an inch a month. And she kept feeling it, you know. She be sitting there watching television, or eating, or driving somewhere and I’d see her feeling herself up. I mean, it’s gotta be weird feeling a cock start to grow out of you, but feeling herself up all the time, that’s weird too."

"Why, did she do it in public?"

"Sure, everywhere! I don’t think she knew she was doing it half the time. And then there was the pissing."

"She pissed on herself?"

"A little, but that’s not the point. By the end of April, she was four, going on five inches long. Then one day, she was sitting on the toilet, taking a pee in the usual way, and then suddenly she let out this huge holler and a whoop! So I rushed in to see what was happing, and there was piss all over the floor!"

"I bet I know what that was about."

"I bet you’re right. For a couple of weeks there, some of her piss went out the old piss hole, and some of it went out through her new dick. But after that, her old piss hole closed up and she started pissing just like you or me."

"Standing up and everything?"

"Yeah, I’d walk pass the bathroom and there she’d be, standing and pissing with her dick poking through the fly in her dress. Oh, and talk about a kid with a new toy! I bet she was pissing twenty times a day there for a while. I even caught her out by the bushes and behind the garage."

"Things quiet down, then?"

"Not even close. Pretty soon after that, she started getting erections. At the oddest times, too! I mean, sometimes when she saw me, OK, but lots of other guys set her off as well. Waiters, grocery baggers, people on TV, and stupid stuff like flowers and greeting cards. And she was still feeling her self up, too."

"Wasn’t she embarrassed by that?"

"No, she was having so much fun, I think she liked showing it off. She started wearing a lot of straight skirts and tight pants. I can tell you, she freaked out a lot of guys and still does. But these women with dicks, they seem to have a secret society or something. The more they freak out guys like you and me, the more they smile and wink at each other."

"You know, that’s another thing I don’t get, Mark. Most of these women are getting huge dicks now, and then they wear tight pants, tight skirts, tight shorts, or tight anything that shows whatever they’ve got. Guys don’t even do that."

"I know, Todd, believe me I know. Maggie leveled off at eight inches soft, ten inches erect. She can’t find comfortable pants or panties any more, so she just wears skirts and dresses and goes commando. And she never, ever wears anything that conceals the bulge. Don’t get me started on swimsuits."

"Ten inches? How do you have sex with that?"

"Well, it’s still her, Todd. And it’s not a guy’s dick, it’s a female dick. Her dick. One of my wife’s erogenous zones."

"So what, you just push it out of the way?"

"Sometimes. But other times we do each other."

"You mean, you give your wife blow jobs?"

"I had oral sex with her before. I still do. There’s just two different ways to do it now."

"Does she cum?"

"Yeah, they can make a prostate gland now, and that’s what she got. So yeah, she cums. There’s no sperm, of course, just cream. Her pussy and her cock get aroused and reach orgasm at the same time. It’s all one system."

"I gotta tell you, Mark, medical science has taken this one a bit too far. Where’s it gonna end?"

"I don’t know, Todd. Gina and Wendy got their injections last week."

"Aren’t they still in high school?"

"Yeah, but it was their idea and Maggie signed for it. It’s dicks for the whole family, I guess. Everyone can leave the toilet seat up. Anyway, now that I’ve gotten over the initial shock of it, our sex life is a lot more varied. We had a threesome with our neighbor Brenda not long ago, and one helluva weekend with Maggie’s sister and her husband. Now, I have a question for you, Todd."

"Shoot."

"What’s it like having tits?"