Closing the Gender Gap                     by: Roy Del Frink

 

Maxwell Parnell and his wife Samantha had yet another argument. "Sammie, why did you buy that piece of junk?"

"It’s not a piece of junk, dear. It’s a beautiful little ruby ring I bought at the antiques store."

"Well, I don’t like it. It’s dustier than an abandoned attic, the gem’s been cracked twice, and the serpentine design is just butt-ugly! Why do you waste my money on that junk?"

"YOUR money? Listen, dear, I slave all day teaching the monsters at the elementary school, and I cook all the meals around here. And when was the last time you lifted a finger around the house, Max?"

"I don’t do housework because I have a real job! Those buildings don’t just construct themselves, you know."

"And those working buddies of yours! Whenever I wanna see the ballet, you leave me alone by bowling with those apish thugs you call ‘co-workers.’"

"Apish thugs? Like those shameless hussies you work with are any better?"

"I don’t wanna hear it, Max! Listen, we’ve been married for twenty years, and we’ve had arguments like this every day for the past ten years. No wonder we never had any kids. And I really wanted to be a mother."

"Well, I wanted to be a father, but your stupid ovaries had to be defective!"

"Don’t forget your low-sperm count. But the real culprit is probably our personalities. I’m so feminine, and you’re so masculine. Max, I’m getting tired of this. I wish men and women didn’t have so many differences."

Suddenly, pink smoke swirled from the ring Sammie had purchased. Max and Sammie just stared, mouths and eyes agape, as a gentleman stood before them. He was dressed in a silly-looking sequined pink ladies’ outfit with wings that must have been designed for one of the Sugar Plum Fairies from Tchaikovsky’s "Nutcracker Suite," and held a golden scepter in his left hand.

"Well, dollface, your wish shall be granted," he replied with a slightly effeminate lisp.

"Who are you?" Sammie asked.

"I’m the fairy godfather inside the ring. Sammie, the ring you purchased is a magical ring capable of granting the wearer one wish."

"How did you know my wife’s name?" Max queried.

"I’m a fairy. Don’t question my magical abilities. My name is Pixie, by the way."

Max and Sammie continued to stare, their 45-year-old bodies still doubting what they saw. Max finally broke the silence by saying, "Cool! I want a million dollars."

"Sorry, Max," Pixie replied. "Sammie’s wearing the ring, so she gets to make the wish, and she already has. She wished for men and women not to have so many differences. Well, it’s a pretty tall order, and it’ll take a LOT of concentration, but I think I can do this one." He waved the scepter, and Max and Sammie felt funny. They watched their faces turn younger, losing almost a quarter-century. Max saw his brown hair fall down to his knees, and felt himself shrink a foot, down to five feet four inches in height. His face turned into that of beautiful young woman, and his hair follicles got shorter and disappeared. His skin became smoother and softer, and he felt his not-horribly-large muscles get ever smaller. His arms and legs got smaller and daintier. His hips flared outwards, his waist collapsed into his torso, his butt grew out, and he saw two rather large things attach to his chest that didn’t belong on any man he’d ever seen. He also thought he felt some changes between his legs, but he couldn’t tell what they were.

Sammie also felt changes. Like her husband, she got younger in appearance. Her red hair fell down to her knees, and her five foot two body turned prettier and more feminine. Her wrinkles disappeared, and her breasts swelled three cup sizes larger than they’d ever been. She, too, could feel uncertain changes in her panties. The whole process was quick, taking no more than a couple of minutes.

Max asked, "What did you just do, Pixie?" He was surprised how high-pitched and melodious his voice sounded.

"Allow me to show you." Pixie waved his wand, and both husband and wife stood naked before him. Actually, the moment they got a good look at their bodies, Max and Sammie weren’t sure if they could be called "husband" or "wife." They looked like two rather attractive buxom babes, and both of them had fully-formed vaginal openings. Their bodies also took on a mostly-ladylike shape. But they both saw foot-long penises sticking out where their clitorises should have been, complete with testes hanging below, almost covering their feminine openings.

"Pixie!" Sammie screamed, in a voice an octave higher than it had been before the change. "What did you do? We look like freaks!"

"No, you don’t. That’s the beautiful part. You now look just like any other human being. You see, I just turned every person on earth into the hermaphroditic form you see here. There are no longer differences between men and women, because everyone on earth is basically a woman with male organs as well as female ones. And they’re all well-endowed, too: D-cup breasts are as common as B-cups used to be, and the average penis length has grown from 6 inches to 9. Since you made the wish, Sammie, I decided to give you and Max larger-than-average proportions, and make you younger as a plus. You always wanted kids; now either one of you can bear them! Rubbing the tip of your pricks serves the same purpose as rubbing a woman’s clitoris used to. And everyone on earth is now multi-orgasmic. You get all the best parts of both packages, and the battle of the sexes has finished in a complete truce. I’ve got a confused shepherd in Mali who just summoned me, so I’ve gotta leave. So long." And in another puff of pink smoke, Pixie was gone.

Max and Sammie stared, then rushed into their bedrooms. Both of them found drawers full of female garments that fit their new bodies perfectly. The only odd-looking garments were the panties; every one of them had a long bulge in the front designed to hold their lengthy "clitorises". All the bras were F-cup size, which meant both of them were rather top-heavy indeed. Before getting dressed, the young couple decided to explore their new bi-gendered status. Apparently, they were capable of male or female orgasms, and all of their male and female parts were in full working order. After talking about how weird it was, the two of them got dressed. Max put on a blue dress and pumps, while Sammie opted for a red blouse and skirt, complete with sandals. The two of them went for a leisurely walk in the park, and discovered that everyone else looked similar to them. Everything Pixie had told them was true. They returned home, dazed but starting to make sense of it all.

"Max," Sammie finally said, "this has been a strange couple of hours. But I think I can get used to it." She stroked her husband’s breasts, as Max started licking her erect shaft. The two engaged in more sex, capping things off with a double-fuck. Both of them cooed in ecstacy for a couple minutes, until Max returned to sanity.

"Dear, now that we’re young again, maybe we can have those children we always wanted."

"Yes!" Sammie responded. "And I’d love the opportunity to carry the kid around for nine months. Imagine the sensation of bearing an unborn life form, and feeling two hearts beat at once!"

"Wait a minute," Max said, "I want to be the mother. Now that I can."

"What do you mean, dear?"

"I want to be the pregnant one."

"Max! I was female first."

"So what, Sammie. I’m able now, and I want to be the mother!"

"No, me! I wanted to be a mother since I was six years old"

The couple started fighting again. Some things never change.

 

THE END

 

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