Note: this is a science fiction story about sex and love, not just erotic descriptions.
CHAPTER 1
I was sorry for the boy. To be so deformed and to be unable to have children. Still, he must be clever, or he would never have been sent to our school, where we, the elite, would be trained as priests for the most vital jobs in society.
It must have been so horrible for him in our class when we were told how babies were made, knowing that he could never be a father.
We made notes on our pads as the teacher explained with due reverence the technical details. Lucy sniggered, but I don't know why. It is one of the most wonderful things in the world. How pleased I would be to participate! Lucy-FR was the class bully: the biggest boy. It was his delight to taunt Eve about his deformity. But Lucy was quite clever, so the teachers did not see his cruelty and admired him. I had hit him once after he taunted me. He then beat me badly, but said I had started it, so he was admonished but I was punished.
The teacher intoned the holy words about X and Y chromosomes which were carried on the sperm from the penis, and how two chromosomes were needed. Tom-AS raised his hand, and asked what a chromosome was. The teacher was embarrassed and furious, of course. It is one of those words that are used by priests but no-one understands, not even the priests. Somehow the womb takes an X chromosome from one man's sperm and a Y chromosome from another, and produces a baby. It is a matter of faith.
Looking after the womb is the job of a midwife. The womb is a very complex machine and very, very old. It is perhaps only second in importance to the machines which produce the air inside the domes. To be a midwife to bring in the next generation was one of the highest duties of the priesthood. Being a nurse or a midwife was the ambition of many of the boys in the class.
It was when he said that the Y chromosome produced the penis, which was essential for life that Eve burst into tears and left the room. Of course, Eve had no penis, which is why his groin was always covered and he knew he would never have children.
"Adam-MR," said the teacher quickly, "go and see if he's all right."
Eve was sobbing, and I put my arms around him.
"Lucy was mocking me again!" he sobbed.
"There, there. Don't take any notice of Lucy. He's a gurl!" I was slightly shocked by my own bad language, and it made things worse.
Eve began crying harder. "No, no! I'm a gurl. A useless deformed freak! My parents wouldn't even give me their initials, so I'm just Eve. All the other boys named Eve have initials so that you can tell them apart, but I'm just apart from everyone. I should have been recycled at birth!"
There are only 50 names, of course. Two for each letter of the alphabet except X, and assigned by the wombs. I am Adam-MR because my fathers are Mary and Ralf. Eve's fathers had refused to take the baby, so he had no initials. The school register could not accept this, so he was officially Eve-XX. The teachers were kind enough to call him Eve, so as not to remind him of this, but not Lucy-FR, of course.
I tried to comfort him, but he continued, bitterly intoning the holy words.
"The penis is the mark of a man. Given for pleasure, to join two together, and the source of new life in the womb."
The full ritual included a further bit which no-one understood, not even the priests, though they pretended they did. Something else was the mark of a woman, whatever that was.
I acted as his protector against Lucy and his fellow bullies, so we both got hurt, physically and mentally.
Tom-AS was always a source of trouble. Not a bully, just someone who asked questions, who wanted to know why we did the things we did, how things worked. He was clever, but never satisfied with the standard answers or being told that faith was more important than understanding.
So one day he asked the teachers what would happen if the womb made a baby with two Y or two X chromosomes. The teacher replied in his usual exasperated way that it was impossible, both were needed to make a man.
But Lucy was clever and quick.
"You'd get a baby with two cocks!" he said. "Or a baby with none! A woman, like Eve!"
This time he was actually punished for bad language and blasphemy, but I was punished more for hitting him. But it was worth it! I had him down on the ground and was punching him as hard as I could. It was worth it when I was punished by the school. It was worth it, every time Lucy's friends hit me on the sly. I would do it again.
He and his friends now hissed "woman" when close to Eve. He sometimes hissed "gurl" back, and got a punch.
It was not long after this that Eve asked me to go with him to the doctor. He was bleeding from under his deformed genitals. He said it had happened once before, and he had put pads there until it healed up, but the bleeding had started again.
The doctor scanned and measured the blood and used some words we didn't understand, and conclude that Eve was a normal healthy female. We asked the nurse what a female was, and he said he did not know. He had never heard it before, but guessed it might be a holy word for the deformed genitals. However, the main thing was that Eve should be pleased that he was healthy. He tried adjusting the controls on the doctor, and got a display with words and diagrams which baffled us all. Eventually, all he could say was that the doctor recommended using pads or some other word he did not understand to control the bleeding, which would come about every month until the onset of some other word he did not know. This was apparently a side-effect of the deformed genitals, and he was sorry there was nothing he could do.
A year or so later, something happened to turn the tables. Eve had grown tougher, and was standing up to the bullies when one of them did the most disgraceful and hideous thing, and hit Eve in the groin. This was the worst thing you could do to a man. Eve did not blink, but hit him back and he collapsed.
"I'm a woman," said Eve. "No cock, no balls!"
The punches stopped, and Lucy was obviously afraid of Eve, but that didn't prevent him making snide remarks and taunts when he could.
Eve's chest started to get a bit sore and the area around his nipples began to swell. We went to the doctor. This time the nurse was pleased to say he knew what was wrong. There had been a similar case in another dome a long time ago, and nurses had been instructed. The doctor had detected an imbalance in hormones (don't ask what they are, please, the nurse said) and had given some injections which cured it.
Again the doctor said that Eve was a normal healthy female, so the nurse said it must be a side-effect of having no testicles, and he was sorry. He asked the doctor if surgery was possible, but the doctor said it was inappropriate except in cases of more words we did not understand, but an annual scan should be carried out.
The school permitted Eve to wear a top at all times and to shower separately in the staff facilities, so that the boys would not see his new deformity. He already kept his groin covered, of course. Tom-AS had once rudely asked if any scientists had examined Eve's deformity. I was angry and told him to mind his own business, but Eve said no, no-one wanted to see it. The nurse would always look away. His fathers had refused him, which was why he was plain Eve with no initials. He had been looked after by nursemaids, like all young children, but no-one had come to love him each day. The nursemaids were good machines, and the midwives had been kind, but not the same as fathers.
CHAPTER 2
Finally we were eighteen, and ready for mating and our final education. Some boys had not made the grade as priests, but we had been successful. Eve had top marks, and was allowed his choice of training as a midwife. Tom-AS was second in the class, and had applied to be a scientist. However, his questioning attitude had ruled him out, so he was sent to be a nurse. Lucy was going to be an administrator, like his parents and was grinning exultantly, unlike his two bully friends who were going to care for the atmosphere machines. (A vital job, of course.) I had just enough marks to get into the midwife class.
The next three months were called a prom, and were intended to help us find partners for reproduction. Some of the boys had already paired off, but now we were meeting boys from other domes and were encouraged to fuck them. The priests explained that mutual fucking was the whole basis of marriage, and marriage was essential to being a father. Only when we had demonstrated our commitment to each other over several years would we be allowed to deposit our sperms in a womb to produce a baby. It was not compulsory to find a partner at this time. Some did later and some never married at all. Many of the senior priests were unmarried, but fucked each other. The children they did not have allowed some lucky couples to have a third baby. Married couples, of course, only fucked each other.
Eve had been excused the classes in fucking, but had asked to attend. We had learned about correct techniques for hygiene and pleasing each other. Again and again, the importance of affection was stressed. It was not merely for pleasure but to build up love for each other and for the children which were to come. Thus, while we should try to fuck with as many young men as possible, there should always be respect, and we should move on if there was not sufficient affection, but look for the special one.
The prom meant a whole series of dances and social events, in which they were careful never to have more than one third of us together at one time. For the same reason there were three wombs and nurseries. As we had been told, hundreds of years ago a meteorite had struck the main dome during a celebration, and very few men had survived. Our ancestors had some knowledge that we have lost, and the wombs and doctors dated from then, but it had been difficult to get back to the present where all domes had a good number of people.
Most boys ended their education at 16 and started routine work in the domes or outside. Only the most academic were given a further two years before going to specialist training in their priestly roles. We were highly desirable marriage partners, and boys from all the domes would be eager to meet us. There was a tendency for trainee priests to marry other trainee priests, but mixing was encouraged. Often a boy would go back to someone from his home dome.
I fucked and sucked and was fucked and sucked a lot, and really enjoyed it. I felt real affection for some young men, and I could tell they were attracted to me, but I could not commit. Eve often encouraged me to go further with certain ones, saying he was handsome and affectionate and would make a good father. But all the time I knew there would only be Eve.
Eventually Eve spoke to me.
"Why don't you fuck me?" he said. "I have a perfectly normal anus. I'm sure you would enjoy it. I can suck you as well, any time."
