Katherine had found about a public charity donation event by the slightly annoying medium of a brightly-colored flyer under her windshield wiper. It was being held at the slightly rundown building where she’d once rented for a week as a gallery for her art. Appropriately, the building was covered in graffiti.
She had gathered up some old clothing and canned goods to submit before she read the flyer more closely. It wasn’t a drive for a food bank or anything else like that. All they asked was for women to show up for roughly five minutes, and everyone could contribute.
She had to know what was actually going on.
Katherine entered the familiar building and faced a line of women waiting to enter. Each woman signed a clipboard, was given something, and was ushered into the next room. The process was surprisingly efficient. She wished whoever ran this charity event would transfer their skills for the next time she went to the DMV.
Once Katherine was at the front, a woman in a tank top pushed the clipboard under her nose. She signed her name and was given a clear plastic disposable cup of water... and a pill? It looked like a vitamin, just a diamond-shaped hard white button.
On instinct, she brought the pill to her mouth. The woman at the desk waved her hand. “Wait until you’re in there.”
The next ‘room’ appeared to nothing but a small partition created within curtains. She watched as the women before her popped their pill, so she tossed it in her mouth and washed it down with the water.
The woman before her in line pulled down her skirt and placed it in a numbered bin. Between her legs hung a flaccid penis and scrotum.
This didn’t specifically surprise her. She knew there were that one-in-five-thousand women who were born with both sets of genitals. She’d even heard the previously unknown circumstances behind their formation were becoming more well-understood. It was a little shocking to see someone just walk around with it out so brazenly, even in this enlightened era.
“First time?” Said a voice behind her. Katherine turned around. A woman with long blonde hair in a button-up shirt with pens held in her breast pocket was next in line, still holding her pill between her fingers.
“Yes?” Katherine seemed confused by the question.
“Please take the pill.” Said a guard from behind their sunglasses.
The blonde woman put the pill in her mouth and sipped the water. “You ready?”
“Ready for...”
Katherine lurched forward. She felt strong pressure on her groin, as if something was trying to work its way through her skin. Her skin seemed to give and grow just enough that the sensation was never unpleasantly sharp or painful. She still felt like someone was inflating a football inside her. When the feeling stopped, she felt something spongy, yet familiar, through her skirt.
Pulling down her skirt and panties, Katherine was the proud owner of a brand new penis, standing out from her pubes like a tree trunk surrounded by grass.
“That’s impossible.” Katherine whispered, in awe of this thing. If anyone had approached her with this, she might have run away.
“It’s definitely not.” Said the blonde woman behind her. She had shed her loose shorts and revealed her own cock. She hadn’t reacted as strongly as Katherine, perhaps used to the procedure after several donations. After all, she had no pubic hair to speak of.
“Come on.” The blonde woman put her hand on Katherine’s shoulder. “Let’s not hold up the line.”
The next ‘room’ was again nothing more than a partition built from curtains within the larger studio. They placed their unneeded clothes in small numbered washing tubs and were given matching numbered slips for later retrieval.
Katherine was not accustomed to walking around with her privates hanging out, but the distance she had from this brand-new thing kept her from feeling self-conscious about it. Nevertheless, if someone saw her trying to put the number in the nonexistent pocket on her bare hip... that would have been embarrassing.
They waited in a line of bottomless or mostly nude woman, all with their brand-new extension.
“What’s your name?” The blonde asked.
“Katherine.”
“I’m Delia.” She reached out with one hand. Katherine put up one hand for a handshake, but Delia’s hand went lower and pulled on Katherine’s wiener.
She cried out... though she did not ask her to stop.
“Sorry about this, but... you need to be hard before you get to the front, or else they’ll use the spray.”
Katherine didn’t know what ‘the spray’ was, but she took over jerking with her own hand. This didn’t seem that difficult. Just make a loop with thumb and forefinger and pull... right?
She was probably hard enough to satisfy the fussy judges at the end of this line, but Delia went first to give Katherine a few more seconds. She watched as they pushed her erection off her body at an approximately forty-five degree angle. A ruler attached to a boom stand was brought in. The ruler was covered in black and white rectangles and quartered circles like a crash dummy. It looked like the kind of measuring device used in forensic and crime shows. The ruler was lowered and tilted until it was exactly underneath Delia’s boner.
From a tiny box on a nearby desk, there was a flash as a picture was taken.
“Eight point five.” The examiner said. “Next!”
Delia disappeared through yet another curtain.
Katherine suddenly felt quite alone and scrutinized, and not just because they were impatiently waiting for her to step up. She stood to the side of the ruler as it was positioned against herself. The camera flashed, bright enough to cause her right eye to blink involuntarily. She wondered if her face would be in that picture.
“Ten point two five.” The same voice called. “Next!”
Katherine hesitated before moving through the curtain, suddenly feeling the tension of walking into an unknown room not just partially nude, but with an erection. She parted the curtain with one hand and stepped through the fabric threshold.
The majority of the gallery’s floor space was used in this final room. There was a gentle smell of sweat mostly masked by a stronger smell of ejaculate. Numerous tables were set up with various forms of... collection. Some were stainless steel communal funnels that several bottomless women were depositing at once, bunched up shoulder-to-shoulder like a bukakke film shoot. Some were bottles or tubes attached to artificial orifices. Some were Erlenmeyer flasks for seemingly no adequate scientific reason except to show off the extent of someone’s collection of scientific glassware. The room was perpetually filled with the soft vocalizations of feminine pleasure.
There did not appear to be any order to the donation procedure. When a station opened up, someone else took it. An athletic African-American woman wiped the sweat from her forehead with the fringe of her scarf and set down her preferred tool: a Fleshlight attached to the table by a length of tubing.
“Here you go, honey.” She said with a satisfied grin. “I warmed her up for you.”
The woman walked off towards an exit, a gentle bend beginning to form in her wilting erection.
Katherine ran up to the abandoned device. She had never seen a real Fleshlight in person. She was surprised at the level of detail in the artificial vulva. If they hadn’t molded the clitoris into the rubber... would any of the men who used these things notice?
