The Christmas Shunt (Sci-Fi, slavery, penectomy, hermaphrodites. massive cocks)
Story by cuteycindyhoney
Dr. Emmy Brownâs life is in turmoil. An accident with an experimental matter transporter shunts her to a parallel Earth. This seems like only a mild problem, until she learns this Earthâs secret. Men had never evolved there. The population consisted of âCitizensâ the Hermaphrodite ruling class, and âMonosâ, the servant class bearing only vaginas. Emmy desperately hides her single sex nature from her hermaphroditic doppelganger. If she is discovered, she will be forever trapped as a slave and broodmare in this strange new world!
This is such a long story, I had to break it into four chapters for easier reading!
The Christmas Shunt
Chapter One
By Honey Moon
I picked up the microphone and took a deep breath. âThis is Dr. Emmy Brown. Its nine P.M. Christmas Eve, and experiment number forty-two is going hot. Transfer sequence initiated.â I threw the microphone from me, and closed my eyes tight as the generators spun up to speed. I didnât see any results this time; I would have to begin a line by line code scan of my operating system to try and locate any errors. That would take me well into the New Year! This should work! The hardware was perfect! Here I was on Christmas Eve, making one last attempt before heading home for yet another lonely holiday.
I could tell by the tone that the generators had peaked. I screwed my eyes shut tighter. My studies indicated there was no chance of a Brundlefly incident, but a general system failure could shorten my lifespan down to mere seconds! I heard the beep indicating full charge in the energy buffers. I saw a pink glow through my eyelids as the pent up fury was released. This was followed shortly by a bang, and the acidic smell of burning wire. âOh shit!â I cried, hearing an odd echo as I jumped from the raised dais and ran for the fire extinguisher. âGreat Scott, I transferred!â I couldnât help gasping when I noticed the extinguisher was on my left instead of my right. Thinking nothing of the echo, I changed course and lunged at it.
Grabbing the extinguisher, I let out a little squeal as my hand encountered another. âHow did you get in here?â I shouted, the reoccurring echo driving home a startling point. âOh holy Crap, this canât be happening!â I, uh, we both froze. I saw a woman with short unkempt red hair like mine staring back at me through the taped up frames of a pair of purple cats-eye glasses. She was about five foot. No, I knew without a doubt that she was exactly five foot, with 44DD breasts that she seemed to be trying to hide beneath a baggy hoodie and her white lab coat. I pushed up my glasses just as she pushed hers. âYou sat on them this morning, right?â we simultaneously muttered. âThat should teach you to put them on a chair while getting dressed!â The odd echo only continued, so we both shut up.
I moved my hand. Hers moved too. Not a split secon