It was certainly a warm afternoon that Karyn and I encountered as we left my house. “It’s kinda more fun to
learn things for ourselves, I think,” I said to Karyn as we started in the direction of her house.
“As long as we get away with it,” she said.
I asked, “What do you mean?”
“I mean so that people don’t ask us why we don’t know something. Stuff like that,” she answered. “Your
mother seems very understanding.”
“Yea, there were definitely some differences about her personality,” I said. “I wonder if our personalities
have changed.”
“I don’t feel any different. I mean, other than the physical changes,” said Karyn.
“What if we are different, though, and we just don’t know it because of the changes,” I said. “That will come
off as odd to other people.”
“OK, I get it,” she said. She thought about it for a few seconds and added, “You know what? Fuck it. I say
we roll with whatever happens and if somebody else thinks we’re different, we’ll just deal with it.” I
started to laugh. “What’s so funny?” she asked. I detected some disgust in her voice.
“Nothing,” I said. “Just that I can’t remember you ever saying ‘fuck’ before.”
“Sure I have,” she said.
I shook my head. “Not to me,” I retorted.
“Are you sure?” she asked.
“Pretty sure,” I answered.
“Oh, whatever,” she said.
I noticed a wide grin on her face. “What?” I asked.
“Nothing,” she said. “Fuck it!” We both burst into laughter.
On our journey we saw plenty of other people on the streets and sidewalks. There was nary a stitch of
clothing upon anyone. We noticed a few things. First of all, we didn’t see anyone who appeared to be older
than 50. I couldn’t imagine that there were no senior citizens given the information about lack of disease.
Had something also happened that slowed aging? If so, did it happen naturally or was this another genetic
change? Something to file away and ask the computer, I thought.
We also noticed quite a few couples involved in heavy make out sessions. We both wondered just how far public
displays of affection could go. The thought of having sex in public was something that never occurred to me.
Now I found that I was more than a little intrigued by the suggestion.
The next thing we noticed was that it seemed adults were evenly proportioned. Namely that breast size and
penis size seemed fairly equal amongst all people we saw. This brought something back to my attention. “Hey,
did you notice my mother’s penis?” I asked Karyn.
“Oddest question ever,” she replied with a chuckle. “No, what do you mean?”
I replied, “It seemed to be a bit bigger when we left compared to when we went downstairs right after the
change.”
“Hmm,” said Karyn. “She didn’t have any ‘sex time.’ Maybe that’s why?”
“But how?” I wondered.
“She said the urge lasts ten minutes and then it…goes away, I guess,” she answered. “Maybe it builds up in
the penis somehow?”
Normally I would say that makes no sense, but there were so many things we didn’t yet know about our new
world. Perhaps this was a plausible explanation.
We were almost to Karyn’s house when suddenly a voice called out from behind us, “Hey, Joey! Karyn!”
We turned around to see…