Extracted - Chapter 20 – Do Guys Have Periods Too – Part 2 of 2

 

Extracted

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 20 – Do Guys Have Periods Too – Part 2 of 2

 

After dinner, with nothing better to do, Stephen went out to the back patio again to practice throwing the basketball into the net.  He was getting better, but only slightly.  His problems were still the biggest thing on his mind.  Throwing the basketball simply gave his body something to do while he worried about things.

“Throw it here.”

Steve looked up to see his new father out on the patio now with him.  Steve tossed him the ball, still marveling at how easy it was for him to throw it that far.  He watched as his new father bounced the ball a few times, then took a shot at the basket.  The ball hit the rim and bounced away.  Steve had to run to chase it and bring it back.

“I don’t get it,” he said to his father as he threw the ball back to him.  “Why does the ball have to bounce so much?  Wouldn’t it be better to have a ball that you could throw through the net, then it would just squish down on the ground and not bounce all over the place so you have to go chase it all the time?”

Henry was confounded by the question.  Once again he was reminded that this was someone who didn’t know anything about sports, but still, he couldn’t help but notice that he was out here throwing hoops.  “Bouncing the ball is a major part of the game,” he told Steve.  Haven’t you ever seen a basketball game?”

“Not really.  It’s not in my top ten of things to do.”

“But you’re out here now, shooting hoops.”  He took another shot, and again Steve had to chase the ball down.  Henry motioned to Steve that it was his turn.  Steve threw the ball at the goal, but the way he threw it showed he didn’t know the first thing about playing basketball.  Once again, Steve’s shot missed.

“This is so frustrating,” Steve complained.

“And yet, here you are,” Henry noted.  “Besides, it’s not supposed to be that easy.  That’s part of the game.  Get the ball through the hoop.”

“Dumb!” Steve muttered.

Henry declined to remind him that he was playing that dumb game.  “You wanted to talk to me?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Steve said, putting the ball down on the ground.

Henry glanced towards the patio chairs.  “Want to sit?”

Steve considered that.  “I don’t know.  I think I’m still kind of antsy.”

“Okay,” Henry agreed.  “What’s going on?”

“Dad…” Steve started then stopped, trying to find the courage to talk about his problem.  “Yesterday a girl showed up here.  Melody.  Someone told me once that she was…the other Steve’s girlfriend.”

“I heard,” Henry told him.

“Anyway, she…kissed me.  On the mouth.  Hard!  A couple of times actually.”

“Your mother said it didn’t look like you liked it,” Henry told him.

“No!  I didn’t.  I mean….  Look,” he said.  “I’m really a girl inside.  And I know I’m not really that old, even though this body I’m stuck in is that old, but…”

“But what?”

“I don’t want another girl kissing me!  Not like that!”

“Since you didn’t like it, your mother said you managed to handle the problem pretty well.”

“Yeah but…”

“But what?  What’s the problem?”

Steve shook his head.  “I don’t know.”

“Must be something.”

“Maybe,” Steve admitted.  “But it’s kind of embarrassing.  And I don’t know if it’s a normal guy thing or what.  I’m a girl and nobody ever told me about…something like this.”

Henry was a bit more concerned now.  “What happened?”

“Since then,” Steve said, “I can’t seem to stop thinking about it, and…well…  Like all last night, it was like I could feel her hugging me, and still kissing me, and…and…um…”  He looked straight at his father.  “Gross got real big.”

Henry got real confused, real quick.  “Gross?”

“Yeah, I just call it Gross.”

“What do you call gross?”

“My…penis thingy.  My…cock.  I don’t know what guys call it, so I just named it Gross!”

Henry suddenly had to keep from laughing.  “You named it?  Gross?”

“Well, why not?”

Henry shook his head.  “Okay.  Got you,” he said, once again reminded that he was talking to a mental twelve year old girl and not his seventeen year old son.

“But what the heck is going on with it?” Stepehen asked.  “And that’s not the worst part.  Last night…last night, it kept getting real hard, and then suddenly it…”

Henry could almost guess what was coming now.  “It what?”

“Um…Dad.  Do guys have to worry about periods like girls do?”

“Periods like girls?  Of course not.  No.  Absolutely not.”

“Then what happened?  Cause it made a mess in the bed.  Don’t worry!” Stephen added quickly.  “I cleaned it up.  It’s fine.”

Once again, Henry had to work to keep a straight face.  “Steve,” he said.  “I guess since the real you is still somewhat young, you never had to face any sexual experiences.”

“Any what?”

“Did your mother or father…your other mother or father, ever tell you about sex?”

“Sure,” Stephen replied.  “And…well…the girls at school talked about it a lot too.”

Henry wasn’t sure how much anyone had discussed the subject of sex with Nancy…who was now Stephen.  “Stephen,” he said.  “What happened to you last night is what happens whenever a guy gets sexually aroused.  It’s normal.  It happens all the time.  Trust me, it’s okay.”

Nancy was shocked.  “You mean, it’s going to keep getting bigger than it already is?  It’s already huge.  Gross!”

“I’m afraid so.”

“But…what if it gets stuck that way?  It’s…how do I stop it?”

“Don’t worry, it won’t get stuck.  As soon as you cum…um, ejaculate, it will go right back to the size it was.”

“Eject…what?”

“Like I’m guessing it did in bed last night,” Henry explained.

“Ew!  Yuck!”

“But didn’t it feel good?”

Stephen just looked at him and didn’t answer.

“Steve?” Henry prompted.

“I…Dad, I couldn’t help myself.”

“Welcome to the world,” Henry told him.  “That’s kind of the way it is.”

Stephen tried to take that in, then asked, “So does this happen once a month or something, like a period?”

Henry chuckled.  “Not even close.”

“Oh, good.  Then how often do I need to worry about it?”

“Stephen, it’s going to happen every single time you get aroused.  Every time anything at all hits you that turns you on.”

“Every time something…”

“How often is that?”

“A lot!  Trust me.  All the time.  Steve, you’re…well, you’ve got an adult body now.  A body that does adult things.  You’re going to have to accept those things and deal with them.  Just remember though, there are consequences to everything.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, Steve, as someone who used to be a girl, you’ve got to know that the sperm, the semen, that came out of you last night, if you get any of that stuff too close to the wrong place on a woman, she could easily wind up pregnant.”

“You mean, like to make babies?”

“I thought you said someone told you about this stuff.”

“I thought so.  And Mom did talk about how babies are made.  But I didn’t know a guy’s gross thing got any bigger than mine is now.  I mean, it’s already big.  Too big!  I’m not used to having anything there at all.”

Once again Henry chuckled.  “Consider yourself lucky.  Trust me.  And something tells me that soon, probably very soon, you’re going to be absolutely obsessed with it.  I think the old you was.  In fact, I know the old you was.”

“Don’t bet on it,” Stephen told him.

Henry laughed.  “Oh, I will bet on it.”

 

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The three committee members met in Curmett’s office.  There was a document sitting on Curmett’s desk now that hadn’t existed before.  It was printed on government letterhead, and the first thing on it were the words: Confirmed Viable Threat, in bold letters and underlined.  Below that was the title:  Initial Report On Identity Transference Situation.

All three committee members had now read it and approved it.  There was only one thing left for them to do.

Curmett turned the document to the final page and pushed it across his desk towards Doctor Blake.  He set a pen down on top of the document.  Blake picked up the pen and signed his name on the appropriate line.  He then slid the paper over to Doctor Holfstrom, who signed on his designated line.  Holfstrom pushed the paper back to Curmett.  Curmett used the pen to sign his name.  The final signature.

Tomorrow, the three of them would meet with the President of the United States and present their initial findings.  All three were troubled by what they had recommended in the paper, but not one of them could fault the necessity of their recommendations.