The Third Sex

The Third Sex

Emily raised from the four poster king sized bed she shared with Becky. She stared down at the woman's briefs and smiled. She thought of the first night she found out that Becky had a penis. It was like a dream come true. She had always liked sex with men but loved snuggling with women. This had turned out to be a perfect situation for her. She sighed because she knew Becky didn't feel as happy and woke her partner up by touching her. Becky slapped the hand away and stood up. She then strode into the bathroom while Emily watched her. After they both dressed for work, they sat down to eat.

"Why did you take so long in the guest bathroom?" Becky asked Emily.

"I needed to check myself out. I usually have my period at the same time each month."

"Really," Becky clasped her hands. "What's it like? Tell me all about it. My mother never would."

"It's a nuisance really. You get emotional and sometimes there's a

throbbing or sharp pain below your stomach. It has gotten so bad that I've even thrown up once or twice because of it. You've seen those pretty white pads that you can buy at the supermarket, right?"

Becky nodded her head.

"Well they get filled up and it's gross.

"But that means you can have babies," Becky said. The pain of longing etched itself on her face as they sat facing each other across the dining room table. The breakfast cereal lay between them. Emily moved the box and the sound of cereal filled the silence. She winced at the look in her lover's eyes.

"Yes I can," she said slowly. Becky's eyes widened with tears and Emily stood up and walked over to hold her.

"I love you," she whispered into Becky's ears. "You are beautiful."

Days passed and Emily wondered about her late period. She then thought about Becky's penis. Emily shook her head. She had seen no reason to take precautions. Becky had Androgen Insensitivity Syndrome with an unusually large clitoris. While she did have some of the male body parts, the literature said infertility. Still, Emily longed for the blood to flow. When it didn't, she felt foolish but went to a convenience store and bought some home pregnancy tests. She didn't like the knowing look in the man's eyes as she paid for them.

Emily went home to an empty apartment and took one of the home pregnancy tests. After the results said yes, Emily took another one just to make sure. It said yes as well so she took a couple more tests. The boxes were scattered all around her and the test strips all said yes. Emily took out the literature on Androgen Insensitivity Syndrome and stared at it in amazement. That entire medical mumble jumble meant nothing. Somehow Becky's body had managed to manufacture sperm and have it swim into Emily's vagina. After throwing all of the home pregnancy tests into the garbage can underneath the kitchen sink along with the literature on AIS, Emily called an old friend of hers. The doctor sounded surprised to hear from her. They talked for awhile then he asked her why she called.

"I think I'm pregnant," stumbled out of her mouth.

"Did you try any home pregnancy tests yet?" he asked her.

"Yes," forced its way through her clenched teeth.

"Well, what did they say?"

"They all said yes."

"Well, then . . ."

"But I don't see how I can be."

"What?" He sounded disgusted. "You need to make an appointment with me."

They made an appointment for the next day. Emily called work after that and told them she'd have to take the next day off for a doctor's appointment. She then hung up the phone and hugged her legs against her stomach on the living room love seat and waited for Becky. Emily tried to sound cheerful and upbeat when Becky walked in the door but it didn't take long for the charade to end.

"What is wrong?" Becky asked her after a hasty kiss and a warmed over meal at the kitchen table.

"I've thought about babies ever since we talked about them," Emily blurted out. "Why couldn't we have one?

Becky set her fork down with a clank. "You mean adopt one or do you have a fellow in mind?"

"No, I have no one on my mind but you." Emily strode up to Becky and started playing with her hair. "I just think you'd make a wonderful parent."

"Oh." Becky sounded perplexed. "Did you want to get artificially

inseminated?"

Emily laughed and spoke in a saucy manner. "Yes, and I want your sperm."

"What?" Becky turned to stare at her mate. "Don't make fun of me about this."

Emily smiled and looked deeply into her lover's eyes. "You have a penis. Why couldn't you have sperm?"

Becky's face crumpled and she looked down at the ground. "Don't go there. Please. This is hard enough. Why do you have to come up with such an impossible scheme?"

Emily dropped her hands away from Becky's shoulders. "Okay. Now I have

gotten you upset too. My apologies. Let's talk about something else."

They spent the rest of the evening on household chores and small talk. A somber mood filled the apartment. When they climbed into the four poster bed, they barely touched each other and went to sleep. Emily pretended to get ready for work until Becky left the apartment the next morning. She collapsed onto the living room sofa as soon as Becky left. Huge swollen tears appeared though she kept trying to flick them away. She then went upstairs to the guest bathroom and finished dressing for the doctor's appointment. Her movements became slow and automatic as she pondered what to say to Becky when they met again. Emily started walking to the doctor's office. When she arrived, she didn't have to wait long. A nurse escorted her into one of the back rooms.

"I thought you'd given up on men," the gynecologist said when he saw her. "You seemed quite upset on the phone. Why didn't you start taking the pill again?"

Emily gulped. "I didn't think the pregnancy would happen."

"Well," the doctor looked at her patiently, "Is the relationship serious?"

"Yes, very much so."

The doctor nodded his head. "Okay. I'll run an ultrasound on you after you remove your clothes and hop onto the examining table."

Emily shuddered as she agreed while wondering what to tell Becky. The doctor left the room and she began to undress. She felt both afraid and happy. How would Becky ever believe she was the sperm donor? Emily knew she had been faithful but . . . who else would ever accept such an idea. Emily put on the paper gown and waited for the doctor to return.

After Emily's gynecologist completed the ultrasound, he noticed how upset she looked.

"What's the problem?" he softly asked. "Doesn't the guy want a child?"

Emily gulped. "I think she does," she whispered.

The doctor gave her a strange look. "What do you mean by that?"

Emily tried to remain calm. She hesitated before telling him. "My partner has Androgen Insensitivity Syndrome. She has breasts and a small penis. We didn't think it could happen. Somehow, she is the father. I've only slept with her."

The doctor frowned and looked down. "I see. Do you want to bring her in so we can test her for sperm?"

Emily gasped and nodded her head. "Would you? It would ease my mind. I had no idea how to tell her or get her to believe me." Worry lines appeared on Emily's face as she shook her head.

"I still don't know how to tell her."

The doctor looked searchingly at Emily. She did not notice the excitement building on his face. "We can make an appointment for tomorrow. It's not a problem. I'll clear my schedule."

"Okay." Emily nodded absently. She dressed without thinking and

misbuttoned her blouse. After she left the building, she walked around for awhile and then headed for home. As Emily walked towards the apartment she shared with Becky, she tried to figure out how to approach the topic. Such opening lines as "You're more man than I thought," or "Guess what, the doctors were wrong about you," just seemed so flat. The entire idea screamed impossibility. How could she ever convince Becky about the baby? Emily walked with her head hung down and her shoulders in a hunched condition. She didn't notice the people walking around her. Emily stumbled up the front stairs into the apartment they shared. She then heard Becky's voice and realized Becky had gotten home ahead of her.

"I thought I'd surprise you and come home early after last night," Becky said as she walked into the front door hallway. Emily peered at her and grimaced. Becky had one of the home pregnancy tests. "I turned out to be the one surprised."

Emily looked at it and began to cry. "You won't believe me," she sobbed. "It happened because of you."

"You said you loved touching me." Tears began to plop down Becky's face. She took her hand and angrily wiped them away. "Why wasn't I enough for you?"

"You impregnated me. No one else has touched me."

"What?" A stunned expression appeared on Becky's face. It was replaced by a brief wistfulness that quickly turned into a scowl of rage. "Don't treat me like a fool."

"I would not do that." Emily held out her hands as if imploring Becky to believe her. "It could only be yours . . . unless . . ."

Becky looked sharply at Emily. "Unless what?"

A bright gleam appeared in Emily's eyes as she plopped down onto the love seat. "Virgin birth," she whispered.

"Jokes. You're throwing jokes at me."

Emily shook her head. "Well if you can't believe it's yours."

Becky's whole body shook as she stood in front of the couch's coffee table. Her voice quavered. "Prove it. Just prove it to me."

Emily stood up again and moved over towards Becky. She touched her lover's shoulder. "Pee into a cup."

"What?"

Emily tugged on Becky's arm. "Come with me to my doctors and ejaculate into a cup. He could see whether or not you have sperm."

Becky's hands gripped her hips. "You're going to take it that far?"

"Yes."

They stared into each others eyes. Becky nodded her head. "Okay. Make an appointment."

Emily reached for the phone. "We have one for tomorrow but I forgot to ask him what time. I'll have to check." She dialed the number and got the nurse. "Hello," she said, "My name is Emily and I just saw the doctor. He said to make an appointment for tomorrow and I forgot to. What time does he have available?"

"Just a minute," she heard the nurse say tersely. "I'll see."

The doctor came on the line after a moment. "Anytime will work," he said and then hesitated. "You could even come now if you wanted to."

Emily put her hand over the mouthpiece of the phone. She looked over at

Becky and said. "We could go right now if you want to. Maybe this will help explain things."

Becky nodded her head but didn't say anything. Silence separated them as they rode in a cab to the doctors. Once they reached the office, they saw a quiet and empty waiting room. A nurse slowly approached them.

"The doctor will see you shortly," she said. She had a strange look on her face.

He appeared before they had a chance to sit down. "Are you the father?" he asked Becky with a forced joviality in his voice.

"I doubt it," Becky said as her voice deepened and filled with scorn. "I'm neither male nor female. How can I possibly be a parent?"

The doctor glanced quickly at her then looked away. "I'd like to figure that one out, too. Do you have a penis?"

Becky's face colored and she shrugged her shoulders. "Some doctors say that I do and some say that I don't."

"Well, perhaps we can check for sperm."

"I don't believe that I'm fertile. Emily has that ridiculous idea."

"Can you ejaculate?"

Becky frowned and shrugged her shoulders. "I have no idea."

The doctor led them both into a room full of girlie magazines and videos. Becky stared at the porn in disgust. The women looked vapid and foolish. She shook her head and began to walk out of the room. "Not so fast. I'll help you." Emily said and pulled her back in.

"Why put us through this?" Becky asked.

"Why do you find this so impossible to believe?" Emily answered. "Do you really think doctors are infallible? Does 21st Century medicine truly have all the answers? Of course not. True scientists open their eyes and are never afraid to explore."

Becky shook her head. "But I'm not a scientist. Okay, you made your point but how am I going to cum?"

Emily grinned with a wicked look on her face. "How did I manage to help you do that just a few nights ago?" They lay together on the leather couch. It took a little while but Becky finally squirted some liquid into a cup.

"I hope that contains semen," she said as they prepared to hand it to the doctor.

After he received the sample, the doctor began running tests on Becky's ejaculation. Meanwhile the nurse drew some blood from Becky to check her hormone levels. When the samples were taken, Becky and Emily returned to the waiting room and waited.

"How long will this take?" Emily asked the nurse after awhile. She had rung the bell by the front desk more than once to get the nurse's attention. The nurse had a harassed look on her face.

"Please be patient," she said and then disappeared again.

The doctor came out after a long while. He had a bewildered look on his face. "You do have some sperm," he said to Becky. "We'll have to run additional tests now to find out how the pregnancy happened."

Becky stood up straight. "What?" She then shook her head slowly. "I really don't need anymore tests at this point. I'd just like to go home. Come on, Emily."

Emily had a bright smile on her face. "Yes, mamm."

They walked home slowly while melding into each other's bodies. Becky began to gulp back tears as soon as they entered the apartment's front door. Emily held her until she pulled away.

Becky then struggled to speak. "I feel so surreal," she said. "This all seems so impossible."

Emily looked tenderly at her. "I think it's just improbable. I guess you had more male than female reproductive parts."

They talked for hours then finally drifted into the four poster bed and each other's arms. The doctor woke them up with a phone call in the morning.

"I'd like to schedule more tests," he said. "The sperm count is low. We need to check Emily's hormone levels as well. Maybe they played a part in the birth."

"No," Becky mouthed.

"No," Emily said into the phone and then thanked the doctor for his help.

"I'd like the baby to have a normal pregnancy," she told him. "Isn't that why most intersexes people get pushed into one sex or another? So they can have a normal life."

"You will need a doctor that understands the unusual circumstances," he told her. "I'll give you two aliases when I publish."

Emily explained the situation to Becky.

"Get that in writing," Becky mouthed.

The next eight months passed very slowly. Everything about the baby appeared normal. When it came out, it had ten fingers, ten toes, and a regular sized penis. All normal indications showed a regular healthy boy. Becky and Emily refused special treatments or tests. They called the boy, Robin, just to be sure.