“There’s dicks in my closet.”
These were the first words to leave Fred’s mouth when he woke up one morning. Before that day, Fred was just an average office worker for a printing company. He was about 32, had short dark colored hair, worked 9 to 5, lived in a bachelor apartment, and had a lightly romantic relationship with a female coworker. This particular morning, however, he woke up feeling very off.
For one, his body seemed somewhat underdeveloped compared to the day previous. Yesterday he was 6’1”, a little on the thin side but well taken care of, but today he couldn’t be taller than 5’6”, and he looked a bit young for 32. Besides that, his crotch was absolutely smoothed over, with no indication that any genitalia of either persuasion had ever existed there. His chest had no nipples, and his body was so thin and noodle-y, and the only thing of his he had left was the hair on his scalp.
He’d assumed that this was all some kind of weird dream. He was willing to go along with it all when he opened his closet and discovered, to his flabbergasted shock and horror, that it had an entire wall of naughty parts inside. It had a section disembodied dicks and balls, hanging from hooks and in a variety of sizes. It had a shelf with vaginas on it, sorted by shape and tightness. He could see pairs of womanly breasts in a scale of cup sizes, hanging like t-shirts on coat hangers, and pairs of manly pectorals right next to them. The wall opposite this wall of sexual organs were a variety of different clothes, ranging from masculine business suits to feminine sundresses, and more.
It was starting to occur to Fred that this was no dream. It was too detailed for that. Felt too real to be a dream. He had a feeling that he’d been transported to an entirely different universe! A universe where people kept sexual organs for both genders of many sizes in their closets, and could presumably pick and choose as they pleased what parts to wear. As Fred came to this realization, he rushed to the computer and searched up “human history” to figure out how this all happened.
Apparently this all happened sometime during the 1940’s. The Allied Nations, sometime after the Pacific War, started developing super weapons in earnest. No one exactly remembers which country did it, but one of the Allies developed a bio-weapon that would make the target into a sex-neutral entity called a “null.” The bio-weapon got massively out of hand during testing, and it infected virtually every living human being on Earth. People alive today remember the moment everyone’s sexual organs seamlessly detached from their bodies and flopped onto the ground. After some months of panic, it was discovered that these parts, regardless of who the original owner was, could be reattached, removed, and replaced at will. This revelation came at great relief to the continuation of the human species’ reproduction, as it meant that sex and pregnancy was still possible this way.
Then came the birth of the next generation. All of the babies born following the incident were born as nulls. However, medical science began producing artificial genitalia to combat this, and from there everyone’s imagination ran wild! Today you can go to the store and discreetly purchase as many sexual organs of any size and shape as you desire. Because people were born nullified, a culture of gender-fluidity became the norm as anyone could have any set of parts they wanted at any given time. You could see a traditionally masculine man walking around with a pussy instead of a vagina, or a woman with two dicks hanging between her legs, just for example. You could mail order breasts the size of beach balls on the Internet and give them penetrable nipples or make them produce strawberry milk. You could attach a pair of dicks to your chest if you really wanted to, and no one seemed to mind all that much!
Fred slumped back in his… er, their chair. An entire world of interchangeable sex organs. He chuckled to himself, more in disbelief than anything.
Their secret wish had come true.