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I like the idea of tapping into the Professor’s logbooks. Makes me feel like I have Mad Skillz. Also it allows me to use a story structure I rarely get to use.

Behold the science of Plot Devices!

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Chapter 2: And So It Begins...

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Day 27:

Something is horridly wrong.

The Morning Sickness has gotten so bad I have not held anything down for two weeks. I have lost 15 pounds in as many days. I am routinely hydrated through an IV every other day, but it’s certainly not enough. I… I’m dying.

Perhaps males were never meant to carry children.

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Professor Membrane lay on the couch in his office. His friend and assistant Simon Simmons was sitting at the Professor’s desk, trying to find an answer.

Simmons scratched his head and squinted into the bright green letters of the computer screen. “What do we know? We know morning sickness is caused by hormonal changes. We know that once the hormones balance out in the equilibrium needed for the baby, the sickness tends to fade. We know your hormones are completely out of whack, miles away from where they should be, male or female. And it’s getting worse.”

Membrane didn’t move, only groaned in response.

“I’d suggest pulling the plug on this whole experiment, but you’re not going to let me, and at this point I’m not sure it’ll help.”

Membrane didn’t have the energy to speak, only to whisper. “What do you mean?”

Simmons tried not to shiver at the numbers on the screen. “Even if we terminated the pregnancy, it’ll take so long for your hormones to return to something normal, so long until you recover, that you’re… well…”

Membrane closed his eyes. He was so tired, but sleep always meant sickness when he woke up, even if all he brought up was pure acid.

Simmons dropped his head into his hands. There has to be a way… Wait… “Mem, what would happen if we removed your male hormones?”

“I don’t follow.”

Simmons attempted to bring his epiphany into something less chaotic. “Mem, the problem is the interaction between the male and female hormones. What if we removed the male ones? Completely removed them, not just suppressed. The female hormones would be able to take over and balance out. And we can alter your dose, flood your with them.”

“What, neuter me and flood me with estrogen?”

“Essentially, yes. Mem, it’s the only thing I can think of. And if we’re gonna do it, we’ll need to do it soon. As in today or tomorrow.”

Membrane sighed. “They’re hooking me up to the IV today, yes?”

Simmons nodded. “Yes. You’re going to do it today?”

“As you so eloquently avoided pointing out, if it doesn’t work it won’t matter much.”

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Membrane lay naked on a lab table in the bowels of his Membrane Labs. It was outfitted as an intensive care unit, but with more equipment and more capabilities than any HMO patient would ever see. He couldn’t bring up the energy to shiver in the cold sterility. The needle in his arm felt more real than the figures around him. Even so, their voices brushed his consciousness.

“I’m surprised he didn’t get this done sooner.”

“Imagine what this’ll mean…”

“It’s too dangerous…”

“Stay with us, Sir.”

“Vitals are dropping…”

“How long has it…”

“We’re losing…”

“How in hell is the kid still…”

“He’s stable, but at…”

“Can we risk…”

“Sir? Professor Membrane?”

“Sir?”

“Sir?”

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Membrane groaned. He opened his eyes and saw white. Everything around him was white. “What happened?”

Simmons stepped out from the corner of the room, his white lab coat blending in with the surroundings. “We almost lost you.”

Membrane tried to sit up but thought the better of it. “What went wrong?”

“You did. We shouldn’t have waited so long before acting.”

“How’s…”

Simmons smiled. “Surprisingly, the kid’s fine. He’s as stubborn as you are.”

Membrane grinned. “Of course. He is me. How long have I been asleep?”

Simmons’ smile faded. “You’ve been asleep almost 72 hours. It’s been pins and needles out there.”

“Am I well enough to tell them off?”

Simmons picked up a chart and flipped through it. “Not quite yet. You’ve made a miraculous recovery, especially for someone who hasn’t eaten in weeks. Your hormones are almost balanced. The others want to do a feeding tube for a week or so, but that would mean confinement here. They also want to keep you on the IV for a day or two, just to make sure.”

“What do you think?”

“I… agree with them.”

Membrane smiled again. “Then I’ll submit.”

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Day 42:

Against all odds, the child remains alive and well. According to literature, the mother’s body will sacrifice itself to feed the unborn child, and my observations tend to agree.

The morning sickness hasn’t yet left, but I no longer bolt out of bed in an effort to beat myself to the toilet. A slice of toast in the morning before I even leave the bed helps tremendously. Now if only there were some way I could have access to toast without having to get up and risk getting sick.

The female hormones are getting the better of me. I’ve been experiencing what my female cohorts call “crying jags.” There is no known cure and they appear to be connected to the Laws of Murphy. Chocolate does seem to control them. So does sex, I’m told, but I have yet to test this theory.

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Day 45:

The artificial womb has fused itself to my body. Nerves have extended to include the womb in my internal sensory network. This change became obvious when I felt the baby move inside me.

Although it is possible the movement I felt was nothing more than gases in my intestinal tract.

I have created a rudimentary formula for a new type of toast. Per Simon’s joking request, I have decided to call it “Super Toast.”

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Simmons walked into Membrane’s office bright and early, to find Membrane still there. He grinned and shook his friend awake. “You know, you’ll both do better if you actually start sleeping in a bed.”

Membrane swatted at Simmons. “Dun’ need one. Couch.”

Simmons glanced at the couch on the other side of the office. “The couch is of little use if you never get to it.”

“Desk’s enough.”

Simmons pulled the Professor out of his desk chair and dragged him over to the couch. “Trust me Mem, as someone who’s slept in the office more times than I can count, the desk is not enough. That’s why you’re so tired when you’ve slept here.”

Membrane grinned and leaned into Simon’s shoulder. “And I always thought the reason why I’m so tired is because I’m pregnant. Silly me.”

Simmons grinned as he laid the Professor on the couch. “Sleep Mem. I’ll whip up a batch of the Super Toast we’ve been working on, you can tell me how it is.”

Membrane sank into the couch. “An’ strawberry jam.” He closed his eyes and fell asleep, drooling slightly.

Simmons kissed his friend’s forehead. “Sleep well Mem. The world will survive a few hours without you.”

Membrane groaned and grabbed ahold of Simmons, dragged him onto the couch. He wrapped his arms around him, nuzzled his nose into his neck, and moaned happily as he fell into a deep sleep.

“Ok, maybe I’ll stay here for awhile.” Simmons laid his head on a cushion and slowly fell asleep.

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Day 77:

As a result of the hormone treatments I have lost function as a male. It is improbable that I will ever again regain this function, therefore I have decided to attempt a full sex change.

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Simmons sat on the office couch, head in his hands as Membrane paced in front of him. “Mem, they have injections for problems like this. Surgery isn’t necessary.”

Membrane stopped. He stood in profile as he looked Simmons in the eye. “Simon, this isn’t just going to be a superficial surgery. Cells, muscles, tendons, they’ve all been engineered for this purpose.”

Simmons gave Membrane a look. “Any particular reason you’re so prepared?”

Membrane sat next to Simon. “You don’t know, do you?” He sighed. “It’s always been my greatest wish to be a woman. It’s also been my greatest fear.”

Simon moved to wrap an arm around the pregnant man but stopped. He sat quietly, hoping Mem would continue.

“I always knew there was something wrong with me. Even when I was little, I knew I wasn’t like the others. I never told anyone, I mean, what idiot would let knowledge like that out? I would have been destroyed. I would never have been able to do all this, no one would ever have taken me seriously. But as much as I always hid it, it’s always been true. I’ve always wanted to be a woman. Maybe that’s why I’ve never enjoyed sex. It feels wrong, really. When this insane idea popped into my head, that’s why I jumped at it as completely as I did. I’ve always wanted this, but I’d been too afraid to let myself have it. I hope you understand.”

Simon chose his movements carefully. “You never thought of trying homosexuality?”

Membrane gave him a sad look. “I did, I even had someone in mind, but I had no idea how he’d feel about it.”

“It’s like all love, Mem. You need to ask.”

Membrane leaned forward and kissed Simon. “I’m asking now.” He pulled away and waited.

Simon bowed his head. “Somehow I figured as such.” He looked up into Membrane’s shaky eyes and kissed him back.

Membrane grabbed his friend and held him close, crushing him to his chest. Simon held Mem’s face in his hands and kissed him for all he was worth. Whimpers and moans rose from the pair as they made out on the couch like a couple of teenagers. Simon reached down and groped Mem’s belly as Membrane clawed at Simon’s back and whined. “Oh Hells, Simon, I never knew…”

Simon settled himself over his friend, just to feel it all, and… nothing.

Membrane arched into Simon’s erection. He grabbed Simon’s rear and pulled him closer.

Simon nuzzled Mem. “You’re really have lost all function, haven’t you?”

Membrane nodded, ashamed. “I’m sorry.”

“Shh, don’t be sorry, this is as much my fault as it is yours.”

“I wish there was something…”

“They have injections for problems like this.”

Membrane whacked Simmons lightly on the back of the head. “I am getting this surgery.”

Simmons sighed. “I know.” He laid his head on Membrane’s chest, brought a hand over to stroke Membrane’s pregnant belly. “I think I understand.”

“Thank you.”

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Membrane slowly woke up and looked into bright white lights. He held a hand over his face to block out the bright and tried to sit up.

Simmons leaned over Membrane. “Mem, it’s done.”

“All of it?”

“A complete success.”

Professor Membrane laid her head back into the pillow. She tried not to look into the light. “I’ve got to do something about these lights.”

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