Choose your own gender [sci-fi]

**[WP] Everyone is born without reproductive organs and at eighteen you can pick which set of organs you like, you and your partner keep putting it off.**

*You both thought that you were one role and your partner was the other except when you turned eighteen you both wanted the same organs. You’re both hopelessly in love but aren’t attracted to the same sex so to continue to stay together you’ve lived a long time as an androgynous pair. Time is running out though, you both need to make a choice in the next few days, will you sacrifice for your love or will your partner or possibly will you both stay with your original desire? Maybe this will be the struggle that breaks you apart and makes you stronger.*

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”I mean this whole thing is stupid right?” I said for the tenth time.

“Right, so stupid.” You agreed.

“We’ve been together for 5 years now-“

“4 and a half.”

“Almost 5 years, and this is what’s going to break it for us?”

“I don’t want it to.” You said quietly, your fingers tracing across my chest.

“I don’t want it to either.” I sighed as I pulled you a little closer to me. I was staring at the ceiling as you watched my chest slowly raise and lower with my breathing. “But I just can’t imagine not having a cock between my legs you know? I’ve been dreaming about it since I was 5 and saw my dad’s in the shower.”

“I know… but…” You hesitated uncomfortably, your hand stopping its path across my chest. “I could never be a woman, just the thought of getting pregnant, I would- I could- it’s just-“

“It’s okay, you don’t have to say it.” I turned my head and kissed your forehead. “Talking about it won’t change who we are.” I said softly. “And we both know it wouldn’t work.”

“We can still be friends.” You said with a brighter voice.

“Is that really what you want?” I asked softly.

“No but, I don’t wanna lose you.” You said as you curled up around my body and hugged me tight. I ran my hand down your back as your smooth chest pressed against mine and our spotless crotches lay across one another. “Even staying like this would be better than losing you.”
 
“We can’t do that.” I said softly and put my arms around you, pulling you up onto me and kissed you.

“You’ve seen what happens to the genderless with time. I don’t want to watch you wither away.”

“I would rather wither away than lose you.” Your voice trembled slightly and I pulled you up into a reassuring kiss.

“I won’t let you.” I said forcefully. “You are going to live and you are going to be happy, I’ll hear none of this talk of withering away on purpose.” I said more angrily than I had intended.

“I’m sorry.” You whimpered softly. “I just… I don’t wanna lose you.” You repeated as you clung to me like a drowning child to driftwood.

“I know, I know.” I said gently as I held you in my arms and rocked you back and forth. “I know.”

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We went the next day, the line wasn’t long this time of week and it was better to get it done now than wait till just before the deadline tomorrow. It takes time to pick out who you will be for the rest of your life, and it shouldn’t be rushed.

I held your hand tightly in mine as the line slowly moved ahead and gave it a squeeze when it was finally your turn. “Be happy.” I told you with a reassuring smile. “Don’t do anything you are going to regret.” You had tears in your eyes as you gave me one last kiss and I knew you were kissing me goodbye.

I watched you step through the heavy metal doors that sealed behind you, and with that you were gone. I was still looking at the closed door when someone behind me tapped me on my shoulder and pointed to one of the other doors that had opened up. With a deep breath I stepped forward and into the small room.

The door sealed behind me with a sucking noise and all the background noise was muffled. I stepped over to the glowing touch screen and ran my hands around its edges. I went through the options one by one, testosterone levels, estrogen levels, hair length, body type, and of course the final M/F. All the other options could be tweaked in the years to come, changed through diet and exercise, but not that last one. No matter what happened my body would remain what I chose today.

You can’t make a decision that will affect your whole life, your whole being, based on childhood affections. When you are finally ready to move on you have to be someone you can be happy with, someone you can look at in the mirror and be satisfied with. I wouldn’t let childhood affections decide my life, this was my body, I would live in it and I would choose for me not anyone else.

I made my choice and the machine began to work.

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I found you in the waiting room outside, face buried in your hands, crying quietly. You were what you should be, the man you always knew you were. Your shoulders were a little broader but not by much, your arms a little thicker, and I could see the stubble on your chin between your hands.

I squatted down in front of you and parted your hands, your eyes red and your gaze averted from mine for a second before they opened wide. I kissed you gently with soft full lips and felt your stubble tickle my smooth chin.

“Hi.” I said with a soft smile and a voice pitched a little higher than it had been. I let your eyes examine me, confirm what you already knew to be true. My leg thinner, my hips wider, my waist ever so slightly shrunken behind the loose gown and the fullness of my chest protruding. “Do you like what you see?” I asked with a sly smile.

“You shouldn’t, not for me.” Your voice was trembling.

“I didn’t.” I said with a gentle smile as I took your hand and squeezed it with my soft fingers. “I did it for me. I wouldn’t have been able to live with myself if I had given up on us.” I leaned forward and gave your lips another small kiss. “No matter how things go with us now, I’ll always be able to look at myself in the mirror and be proud of who I am, who I chose to be.”

You gave my hand a squeeze and I realized how small and delicate my hands were now, as you leaned forward and kissed me. “I love you.” You said with tears in your eyes and I pulled you into my arms. I held your strong frame in my arms and stroked your back reassuringly.

“I love you too.” I whispered into your ear and kissed the side of your head as we rocked softly back and forth.

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You drove on the way back home, confident and at home in your body, eyes on the road and firm hands on the wheel. My own hands were as curious and uncertain of themselves as the rest of me. I spent the drive exploring who I was, running my fingers through my shoulder length dark brown hair, feeling out how my body curved in ways and places it never had before and touching at my chest. They were still growing slightly, and would for a few more hours before they were settle into their new size. I realized I would have to figure out what my size was and go shopping for bra’s.

I let out a light giggle at the realization and looked over to you, you were so at home in who you were. Your clothe from before still fit you, even though it was a bit tight, and I could see a bulge where there had never been one before. My own clothe was in the trunk, it didn’t fit my wider hips or my expanded chest anymore, so I was still wearing the loose gown from the hospital. I put a hand on your thigh and gave it a light squeeze and you glimpse at me through the corner of your eye.

“You made the right choice.” I said certainly and you cracked a smile. “I can already tell this is you as you are meant to be.” I smiled and you took one hand off the wheel to hold mine. “But I’ll… I’ll need a little time to adjust.” I said unsurely.

“I know.” You said with a warm smile as you gave my hand a squeeze. “And I’ll be here for you through all of it.” You assured me.

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Clothes had already arrived at our doorstep when we returned home and we carried it inside. You pulled off your shirt unbothered and I saw your broad strong chest and the dark hairs upon it before you pulled on a better fitting T-shirt.

I hesitated as I opened my box and looked into it at the unfamiliar clothes. You put a hand on my shoulder from behind. “Do you want me to leave while you get changed?” You asked and I shook my head and turned to face you.

“Just… let me go slow okay?” I asked and you leaned down and gave me a kiss.

I let the loose hospital gown slip off of me and onto the floor. I watched you watch me come into view, your eyes admiring who I had chosen to be and your hands finding themselves on my hips. “You are beautiful.” You whispered as you leaned down and kissed me again. I welcomed the lips and the strong hands gratefully but still pulled away after a few seconds.

I turned to the box again and picked out a few items, simple white panties slipped up my lets easily enough, not much different from what I had worn before. Figuring out the bra took longer, the hooks being more trouble than I expected, you offered to help but I waved you off, intent at managing myself. Eventually it fastened properly and I looked down at my chest, they were almost fully grown now, it wouldn’t be more than 30 minutes before they completely filled out the bra.

I found pants and T-shirts in the box but dismissed them for now, I was who I was now and it would be foolish to try to deny it. I found the lone dress in the box and put it on, the simple blue and white striped dress hanging shapelessly around me. It helped a little once you zipped up the back for me, but it was still quite bland, but that was to be expected for the clothe the state provided.

The dress swung around me as I turned to face you and you smiled down to me and I up to you. “You look extremely good.” I smiled up to you and a blush crept up on you face.

“So do you.” You smiled back as I stepped into your chest, went up on my toes and kissed you. It was a long passionate kiss, just as loving as any we had shared before the change. As we kissed your hands found my backside and you held them firmly as my heart beat faster and my breasts pressed against your chest.

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I giggled slightly as your finger ran across my breasts, down one side and up the other. You head was on my arm and your gaze was caught in my own. I kissed your forehead and you smiled wider. “You can go on.” I said a little nervously, but sure none the less. You kissed my shoulder as the finger left my breast and a strong hand engulfed it instead. I watched you as your hand slowly began to caress and massage my breast and my breath slowly grew warmer.

You curled up tighter around me as my arms went around your neck and I held on to you lovingly. You lips found my breasts and I let out a soft moan as you sucked at my nipples. I felt my nipples grow hard as your tongue played across them while your hands massaged my breasts. I closed my eyes and let my arms fall to my side as you explored me with tender hands and warm lips. My communications were reduced to a series of moans whenever you found a new pleasurable spot to settle down. I could feel my body warming slowly and the odd sensation of growing wet and needy.

I opened my eyes to look at you again, waving you up to me and kissing you as you arrived. As our lips were locked in a kiss I pulled down your underwear and let out what you had chosen. I pulled away from the kiss and admired it, my soft fingers ran up and down the long thick shaft and it grew hard in my hand.

I could have had this. The thought was there in my mind even as I tried not to think it. I stroked it gently as you pulled down my panties and I glimpsed the wet spot on the fabric.

You gave me a deep lustful kiss as one of your hands became the first to touch my clit. I moaned as you rubbed at it and I felt myself growing wetter still. I took a firmer grasp on your cock and steered it down between my legs. You looked at me, unsure if I really wanted it as the tip of your cock prodded against my sex.

“Come on.” I smiled playfully. “I’ve been dreaming about a cock between my legs since I was 5.” I smiled as your cock slowly pushed inside and made me whole.

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/75csti/choose_your_own_gender_scifi