The Alien Story

"No titties at all," Tommy reported from his vantage point near a split in the side of the canvas tent.

"What? None at all?" asked Davy.

"Nope. No boobies. Nothin'. Not even a bump."

"Huh. Maybe you just couldn't see them."

"I could see right through that frilly apron that guy put on her. No boobs. And another thing," Tommy added, "she didn't have any... you know...," he said, waving a hand in the general direction of his crotch.

"Of course she didn't have a pecker, you doofus! You just got through saying it was a girl!" Davy paused and then continued, "Wait a minute! How do you know it was a girl?"

"After he dressed her, that guy put lipstick on her mouth. No guy, even one from outer space, is gonna let someone put lipstick on him!"

"Yeah, that's true," Davy agreed.

"She didn't have whatever it is girls have. Nothing. It was just flat down there."

"Huh! Move over. I wanna look," Davy elbowed Tommy out of the way, just in time to be disappointed when his chance was thwarted by a rather menacing glare from inside the tent and a quick repair job on the open seam

"Rats!" Both boys sighed and turned away.

A dozen or so years later, a stint in the military, two doctorate degrees and some remarkable discoveries later and Dr. David Smith was now the head of his own government-funded research lab. A lab dedicated to studying the very same entity he missed the opportunity to catch a peek of all that time ago.

It had started out with the entity whom everyone referred to as the "alien" being confiscated from a rather sleazy pair of self-proclaimed "scientific entrepreneurs" who were displaying their find in various sideshows along the carnival circuit. When interrogated about the origin of their find, they could give only vague answers about 'some guy in the desert' and 'space monsters'.

They were compensated for their loss, "Hey! We paid good money for that thing!" and the alien became the property of the government. After it was determined to pose no threat, 'biological or societital' to the general public, guardianship was transferred to the lab where she now resided.

Dr. Smith's relationship with the alien gradually changed from a specimen to be examined to a subject to be studied to one of almost colleagues. David wouldn't say he was exactly friends with the creature he dubbed Roz from the con-men's claim of her origin but they did have some sort of connection as the years progressed. Roz was kept in isolation in a plexiglas chamber at the back of the lab but she was gradually given more time out of there until she had free reign of the lab and only returned to the back to be locked in when he left the lab for the night.

Advancements in technology led to the development of quasi-language capabilities for Roz and she learned to communicate with David. The equivalent of a toddler's babbling in the beginning progressed until they could hold actual conversations about abstract concepts.

Roz could convey very little information about her home, "I was an immature being when I was taken. I have no memory of any existence beyond this." She had no idea of what she was, just "I am not like you or any sentient creature I have encountered."

David broached the subject of reproduction but once again, Roz could give no information.

"This is a concept I am not familiar with. I do not seem to be a sexual being in any of the ways I have studied thus far. Perhaps it is instinctual with my kind and I will know what is necessary when conditions are right and I have matured sufficiently."

David arrived at the office one morning, turned to greet Roz and stood there stunned, his mouth agape.

No longer an asexual entity, Roz had been transformed. Her features were no longer alien; instead they blended into the form of a beautiful human woman. Roz had been metamorphosed into the epitome of his perfect woman, the woman of his dreams, his fantasies.

She beckoned him into her sleeping chamber and said in a low sultry voice, "David, I can now answer your questions about my reproductive system. Even better, I can show you."

As David joined Roz on the bed his last coherent thought was "You were wrong all those years ago, Tommy. She does have boobies and they're perfect."