Chapter 1
At the time, little was known about gadolinium radiation or its permanent effect on human genetics. Worldwide, effects of the Genome Bomb are still seen today. As of the most current census data, the most severe effects are in Pacific rim countries where less than 50% of children born are classified as strictly 'male' or 'female'. But "G-DNA" children are born in every country in the world, and are estimated to currently be 15.4% of the global population, and growing by 0.16% per year.
This paper will discuss one of the most common effects of the DNA bomb that exploded in 1943 - persons with multiple genitalia. I will outline the general theory of how the sex chromosomes were affected, and discuss briefly the conditions referred to as "Double Male/Double Female" (two functional sets of the same sex genitals), "Recessive" (portions of internal and/or external sex organs are of different genders), "Herm" and "Herm Recessive" (two functional sets of different gender external organs, with and without matching internals). To narrow the focus of this report, I will not discuss non-reproductive genders such as Andromorph/Gynomorph (all external genitals are the opposite of all internal sex organs), Androgyny (internal and external organs are gender neutral), or NeuterMale/NeuterFemale (no identifiable sex organs).
Finally, I will address how these new genders have affected gender roles in the modern world.
Excerpt from a Final Paper written for "World History, Section 201: WWII and the G-Bomb Effects."
"Have you seen the new person yet?" Marik pushed Yugi's lunch tray over, making space for himself and Malik. "It's American."
"He," Malik specified as he sat. "He identifies as male."
"Herm!" Bakura snorted.
"You don't know that," Yugi tempered.
"Aw, come on! No American - or Brit," he elbowed Ryou, "comes to high school here unless they got G-bombed naughty bits."
"I'm guessing you heard about the new kid." Otogi and Honda arrived and sat. Otogi's long black hair was gathered in new curls cascading down his back and his cleavage was peeking over the unbuttoned top of his boy's school uniform. "We saw him in first period. Very cute."
"He say what he is?" Marik asked.
Honda shrugged. "All he said was that he's a boy, his name's Joey, and he's from New York." He laughed. "And it was an interrogation to get that much!"
"Poor chap," Ryou sighed. "You lot haven't the slightest idea what it's like. You were raised here. I should have to be treated as a lass were I still in London."
"Dude, you are a 'lass'," Bakura snickered. "At least you were last night!"
"KURA!" Ryou blushed scarlet as most of the table chuckled. The white-haired transexual recovered himself. "My point, I should say, is that he likely had the devil's own accepting his own form, and like as not knows not a soul with dual sex, to say nothing of dual gender."
"He'll adjust." Yugi smiled. "Transfer students are required to take Journal Writing, and the first assignment always is to write about your classification."
"Are you taking that lame-o class again, dude?" Marik scoffed. "Are you sure you're female recessive?"
"I like Journal Writing." Yugi shrugged. "And besides, it's an easy comp credit."
"That's true." Honda sighed. "I should have taken it. Business Writing is already boring as fuck."
"You said you'd take it, if I took Shop Class." Otogi kissed Honda's cheek. "And 'fuck' is only boring with your other boyfriends."
Honda rolled his eyes. "Like you give me a minute to have another one!"
"Damn straight!"
"Oh! Is that him?" Yugi looked toward the door, excited. "Joey-san!" Yugi waved at the new student. "We've got space! Sit here!"
The boy - and his face was definitely male - hesitated then moved toward the table. "Uh, hi. I, um, I don't really remember anyone -"
Yugi laughed. "Well, I don't know about anyone else, but you haven't actually met me yet. I'm Mutou Yugi. Sit! Lunch is lunch anywhere you go."
Joey smiled a bit. "Yeah, I guess. More rice here, less pizza." He sat. "How'd you know who I was?"
"Not many hot new American blondes in school this semester," Marik leered.
"Marik!" Malik elbowed him. "Ignore him; everyone else does."
"...uh yeah. And anyway, like I keep sayin', I'm a guy."
"That's ok. We're all guys." Yugi nodded.
Joey nearly choked on his drink. "All? But -" he started to point at Otogi and Ryou, then abruptly put his hand down as he noticed they all had boy's uniforms and adam's apples.
"I'm a boy." Otogi shrugged. "I just look like a girl. I'm a Male Gynomorph - my externals look female, but my internals are all male. I look like a girl, but inside I'm all boy. Sperm, no eggs. Ryou-kun's the same, except I'm prettier."
"...uh yeah." Joey looked ill.
"We're in your homeroom, actually." Honda offered. "Otogi's my boyfriend," he indicated the 'girl' boy, "and I'm Honda. I'm Male Recessive - that's male but with extra male parts."
"...uh...extra parts?"
"It's all internal stuff for me." Honda laughed. "Dude! You should see your face!"
"Such an ass!" Ryou gasped. "You think this is such a lark!" He looked at the new student and switched to English. "Joey, I'm Ryou. I heard you were originally from New York. I was born in London, so I understand that one's chromosome is hardly a conversation to have before you're even properly introduced. Don't feel pressured into discussing such things."
"Geez!" Joey ran his hand through his hair. "I was thinkin' it was just me! I mean, yeah, we cover G-bomb genders in biology back home, but nobody, like, says 'hi, I'm Joe and I got both'! I mean, that's... just...Geez!"
"Hi, Joe," Bakura offered his hand across the table. "I'm Bakura and I got four balls. I love guys with both. Wanna hook up - ooof!" He doubled over as Ryou hit him loudly across the stomach.
"Most of us speak English pretty well," Yugi said, "if you'd prefer."
Joey sat stunned for a minute, then abruptly stood up. "I gotta get outta here." He stepped away from the table, tripped and crashed into another student.
There was a great deal of swearing in both English and Japanese as two bowls of hot soup spilled over Joey and the other person.
"You imbecile!"
The whole table - virtually the whole room - went silent.
"Crap! Sorry!" Joey muttered. Soup was in his hair, across his shirt, and seeping into his pants.
"Sorry? Sorry is of no value whatsoever! Damn it." The boy pulled out a cellphone. "I have an unforeseen delay. I must cancel our lunch. I will have to meet with you another time. Yes. I am disappointed as well. Perhaps later this week." He hung up the phone. "As point of fact, I already know my brother and I will not be able to meet for lunch again until the 14th of next month. I assure you, you will pay for costing me this opportunity."
The boy shoved Joey aside, and brushed the noodles off his chest as he stood up. He stalked out of the lunchroom leaving awed silence behind him.
"Oh yeah, this is just my fuckin' day."
"Yeah, dude," Marik shook his head. "That was the visual of your karma getting bit in the ass by your dogma."
"Do you even know what that means?" Malik retorted. "Shut up if you can't be helpful. Or better yet, you're about his size. Go get your spare uniform and meet us in the showers. Come on, Joey, I've got soap and a towel you can use."
Yugi and Malik helped Joey to the showers while the others at the table cleaned up the mess.
"So I'm guessing I pissed off the wrong guy." Joey sighed as they walked. "Who was that, anyhow."
"Kaiba." Yugi sighed. "Kaiba Seto."
"Ok. And he is?"
"You ever heard of KaibaGames?" Malik asked.
"Anybody on the planet not heard of them?"
"That's him."
"What, his Dad -"
"No." Yugi shook his head. "Him. Kaiba-kun owns it, runs it. Everything."
"Seriously?!"
"Seriously."
Joey stopped. "Wait, so that shit about not seeing his brother for a month, that was real?"
"Well…" Yugi hesitated. "I know they used to live together, but even so he works a lot so it could be."
Joey nodded. "Ok, yeah, I gotta make that right. If somebody kept me from seeing my sister for a month, I'da dropped the sumbitch. You don't fuck with somebody's family."
Joey stopped again and pointed at two doors. "Hey, real quick, explain something to me. Ok, I get this one's got urinals and that one has stalls, but how do you tell the guys room from the girls?"
"You don't." Yugi smiled. "You just use whichever you need. Standing or sitting." He tugged Joey gently and they moved on.
"Wait, so guys gotta take a dump in the girl's bathroom?"
"And girls like my sister have to pee in the boy's bathroom," Malik said. "Think of it more as unisex."
"Wait - how does your sister use a urinal?"
"You might want to wait to shower." Marik appeared from around the next corner with a gym bag. "Guess who's already in there."
"Oh." Yugi frowned. "Well, the showers are pretty big. Maybe you could use the other side without -"
"No, it's cool." Joey took a deep breath then exhaled. "Dude's takin' a shower instead of eating lunch. I'd be pissed too."
Yugi tilted his head and looked at Joey for a moment. "You know, I think I'm really gonna like you!"
All the same, the three opted to wait outside and give Joey his privacy.
The showers were huge, roughly three times the size of Joey's New York high school. Not that he'd attended the school for long. He got through the first year. Disaster struck the first week of sophomore classes.
His mother was half Japanese. His parents had met while they were both stationed in Okinawa. They moved to the States. Everyone was a bit surprised when baby Joey was born with what appeared to be an unnecessary opening, but an ultrasound had shown everything was more or less normal for a boy, so a few stitches later, the Wheeler family was sent home. And until high school, everything was fine. Fine. Joey played basketball and soccer. He'd gotten into a few fights - well, maybe more than a few - because guys gave him shit about being as pretty as a girl. His father taught him how to give twice as good as he got.
But it wasn't until he started having stomach cramps at the homecoming game that there was a problem.
You have a womb, they told him. The hospital told him he had a womb, a cervix, and a vaginal canal. Male Hermaphroditism is actually the most common form of G-bomb chromosome deviation, they said. The cramps were his menstruation starting. They had to do surgery to reopen his vagina. They offered to surgically create a labia for him - which was a hell no. They gave him a video on how to use a tampon that he'd never watched.
His father had been furious while Joey was in shock over the news.
"He's a boy, God damn it! Do something! Get that pussy shit outta him!"
"Sir, yes, your son is your son. There are no ovum and he does have all functioning male organs."
"So fix this shit!"
"Sir, there is nothing to fix. Male Hermaphrodites are not broken; in fact, they have 'bonus' organs, so to speak. Frankly, any surgery would do more harm than good. And removal of his female organs would result in a hormone imbalance that would require lifelong injections."
That was the last time Joey'd seen his father. It wasn't the first time Dad had been pissed off and disappeared for a couple days, but it was the first time he was dumb enough to do it around 'authorities'. The hospital called the cops, the cops called Joey's mother. Mom got emergency court-ordered custody. And once the hospital said it was safe for him to fly, Mom moved him and his sister to Japan.
"Must you stand there?" A deep, resonant voice asked with a tired sigh.
"Dude, listen I am really -" Joey turned around and gaped.
Two cocks. The guy had two dicks hanging between his legs. And not little-d dicks. This guy was packing a pair of 9-inch pythons stacked one atop the other.
"I see," the deep voice purred. "Well, the soup was the most creative method of getting me naked anyone has used. And the most effective. I'll give you points for both. Obviously you are xy; sub what?"
"Huh?"
"Generally, I prefer female genders, but I would consider a xy-sub. And sex would almost make up for missing my brother."
"SEX!"
"If you are not sexually interested, then why are you aroused and staring?"
"I... Wait, what?" Joey glanced down and realized with a start that he'd already undressed. He grabbed his shirt in an effort to cover himself. "Shit! Dude, uh, look, sorry. I just - they're just - I mean two? But I'm not - I like girls. I mean -"
"You are blocking my locker and wasting my time," Kaiba sighed again. "Go shower. You smell like a wet dog."
Joey hurried off to shower.
Great. Now he thinks I'm queer.
By the time Joey was finished, Kaiba was gone. Joey dressed, dropped the soup covered uniform in the gym bag and found Yugi, Malik and Marik still waiting. They walked him to his next class without much conversation.
When classes ended for the day, Yugi bound into their homeroom. "Hey Joey-kun, let's go to the mall! It's really close and there's a burger place and karaoke and -"
"Thanks, dude!" Joey couldn't help smiling. "Thanks, but tonight I gotta go straight to my mom's office. Can I get a raincheck?"
"A what?" Honda asked.
"A rain- nevermind. Can we do it tomorrow?"
"It's not like we ever do anything else," Otogi griped.
"Tomorrow's great." Yugi grinned. "I'll get Anzu and everybody. We'll make it a welcome party!"
"Does he have an off switch?" Joey asked Honda.
"Not that I've ever seen."
Joey laughed as he left the classroom.
But the laughter stopped as he walked to the train station. Was that a guy in a dress? Did that woman have a bulge? The couple sitting across from him - he couldn't tell which was male and which was female. Both? Neither? People watching was giving him vertigo.
The business district was easier. More conservative. Men wore pants and ties. Women wore skirts and heels. No one seemed to be 'other'. Maybe that wasn't right of him, considering his own position. But it was less confusing.
His mother's office was on the fifteenth floor, in the Accounting Department. She'd gotten the job quickly because she'd done some contract work for the company's US branch. Joey found the suite and bowed to the receptionist.
"Good afternoon, sorry to disturb you. I am Joey Wheeler, Kawaii -"
"Kawaii-chan's boy!" The woman broke into a bright smile. "You don't remember me but we met when you were just a little baby. You are just as cute as you were then!"
"Oh." Joey could feel himself blushing. "Thanks."
"I'm Tomohiko-san. Here, take my card. If you can't reach your mom, call me. I can usually get a message to the team."
"Thanks."
"Have a seat. Would you like a soda or tea?"
"No. Thanks. Is my mom -"
"Oh, they're in a staff meeting with the big boss, but they should be done soon. How was your first day of school?"
"Spilled soup on myself and the school big shot, had to borrow some other guy's uniform for half a day. I gotta wash it tonight."
She winced. "Eee. So, not good?"
"Not even close to good."
"Well, at least tomorrow can't be worse."
"The only thing that could be worse is -"
A door opened, and a deep resonant voice came from just out of view. "I look forward to meeting him. If he's all you say, I may have an internship for him."
Several people left the room, including Joey's mother.
And Kaiba.
The boy stopped cold when he saw Joey.
"Kat!" His mother smiled and gave him a quick hug. "Come here, honey. I'd like you to meet the owner of the company. Kaiba-san, this is my son Katsuya. Kat, this is my boss Kaiba Seto-san."
Joey shrugged. "Most of my friends call me Joey." He bowed.
"I see. Well, Katsuya, it is an honor to work with your mother. I am expecting great things from you, Kawaii."
"I hope I don't disappoint you, sir."
He smiled. "I'm sure. Well, if you will excuse me. I won't keep you from your appointment."
"Thank you, sir."
Kaiba left and Joey banged his head on the nearest wall.
"Kat!"
"Mom, can I just die now? Please?"
xXxXxXx
The 'wet dog' at school was Kawaii's son. He must have inherited the sunlit hair and heart melting brown eyes from his father. Very Cute. And very off limits. Employee family relations were almost as perilous as employee relations. Smile at the mother, the son smiles back. Tease one, the other files suit. Far safer to avoid both whenever possible.
But he was cute. And hung. Kaiba hadn't been able to see if Katsuya was a single or double gender from the look he got in the shower, but since the boy transferred from overseas after the school year started, it was a fair bet that he had at least a partial female organ.
But he had to remain off limits.
Still….
Seto's office door had a magnetic lock; he pushed the desk button to lock it. Thinking about the lovely blonde boy was putting entirely too much pressure on Seto's inseam. Seto usually had an erection - one of a hundred curses of the DoubleMale physiology. He unzipped his pants and imagined a different ending to his shower. Katsuya dropping to his knees instead of running away. Seto stroked both his cocks as he imagined his new American friend stroking them. Sucking them. For someone to arouse him so much that both cocks were hard was rare. His personal theory was that one cock responded to his intellectual arousal and one to his physiological arousal - which implied that the 'wet dog' appealed to both.
Virgin? Probably. The boy had blushed too deeply when Seto had suggested sex. Despite his bravado, Seto was also still a virgin, but it was wholly by choice not lack of opportunity. DoubleMales had an unfortunate tendency to be efficient breeders, often overcoming multiple birth control methods. There was a rather infamous AV in which a woman was tested for pregnancy on camera, inserted a birth control device, and then had sex with a DoubleMale using condoms. One hour afterwards, she was re-tested on camera and the results were positive. Of course it could easily have been faked, but too many women claimed the same event in real life.
Seto imagined pinning Katsuya against the lockers. Entering him with his lower cock ramming deeply inside as the the boy moaned 'more, more' in that low-born New York accent. His upper cock clinched against the boy's, mixing their seed as they both came. Or perhaps the 'wet dog' would prefer on all fours 'doggie style' and Seto splitting that firm muscular ass asunder with both cocks thrust inside his tight rear entrance. Or maybe Katsuya was Female Recessive and had a vaginal entrance as well. Seto groaned as his hands sped up. Coming inside the beautiful boy would almost be worth the risk of discovering he was 'fertile soil'. Almost.
A child out of wedlock was a burden, and a forced marriage was a nightmare. Better safe than sorry. And since so many people who appeared to be male were not, better a sore arm than an 'oops'.
Seto kept appropriate supplies in his desk drawer, so he cleaned himself and his desk after relieving himself. Then he unlocked his office door. Better to stop daydreaming about a boy who was neither interested nor available than to stay late at the office again to review personnel reports.
Plus Seto still had homework. That pointless journal would not write itself.