Talyak - Hello dearest! Always good to hear from you! The 'G-bomb' is pure fiction, although Gadolinium is a real isotope. Most of the physical conditions can exist individually (double-p, double-v, men with breasts, etc.) but they are usually considered birth defects and can't happen all on the same person. Intersexed persons also exist however not like this. So as presented, I'd say this story is 2% real, 98% total BS.

Chapter3

{Slide shows a boy sitting at a table with his head resting on his arms. He looks unhappy.} VOICEOVER: While menstruation itself doesn't hurt, many boys experience some discomfort including cramps in the abdomen or lower back, bloating, tenderness in the chest - especially around the nipples - headaches, nausea, and general fatigue. These symptoms can range from very mild to somewhat severe. You also may have some hormonal changes and may find your mood changing unexpectedly. Don't worry {laugh} girls who menstruate have these symptoms too. They are all perfectly natural and you should not feel like you are the only one with these concerns. It is all part of your fertility.

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{Slide changes to a picture of various hygiene products.} VOICEOVER: Now, let's talk about the tools you'll need to stay clean, healthy and sanitary during this special time of your month: Tampons, sanitary pads, and menstrual cups.

Excerpt from the slideshow "Fertility and You: A Boy's Guide to Menstruation", S.E. Massengill Company, circa 1973

"Don't talk to me!" Anzu groaned as she sat next to Joey for fourth period. "Right now, I even hate male cord adapters."

"What's eatin' you?" Joey snickered.

"Cramps." She put her head down on her desk. "I would have stayed home but my mom's a bitch."

Joey sat back in his chair. He'd been having a stitch in his lower back off and on, all day. Not really his back, but not really his stomach, either. Kind of between, and lower. Almost like….

"What's wrong?" Anzu asked.

"What?"

"You're crying. What's wrong?"

"Huh?" Joey touched his cheek. It was wet. He did feel like crying, but had no idea why. Still, Anzu's mother not allowing her to stay home upset him badly.

"Um, I need to go to the nurse's office." Anzu stood up. "Would you go with me?"

"Oh, uh, yeah." Joey pulled himself together forcefully. Obviously Anzu was sick and needed help. "Lead on." He grabbed both of their book bags.

They ran into their teacher as they left. "I'm having a bad monthly, so Joey's taking me to the nurse, ok?"

The teacher shook his head. "Why is your 'monthly' always on a test day?"

"Blame my dad," she shrugged.

He waved them both off. "Go on. Make-up exam no later than Friday. And I better get an email from Yakomo-sensei."

"You will." Anzu lead Joey down the hall. "I don't know if you knew," she said quietly, "but I'm DoubleFemale. So I get twice the joy each month. My mom is Female-Recessive, but my dad's a full on Hermaphrodite. Complete set of both, internal and external. He's my dad, and my brother's mom."

"That's just weird." Joey shook his head.

"Why?"

"How can your dad be your brother's mom? I mean, he's a guy, right?"

"He's Herm." She shrugged. "I mean, your parents have G-DNA, too, right? Otherwise why would you?"

She stopped and opened a door. Inside was a small clinic with an exam area, a desk, and four curtained beds.

Joey didn't really see the room.

….your parents have G-DNA….

Everyone with the weird gender issues was born that way: either to parents who were carriers of the G-traits or parents with weird genders. You inherited the new chromosome; you didn't catch it or get infected - not since the initial bomb, at least.

'One or maybe even both of my parents made me like this,' Joey thought. 'And neither one said a damn thing about it.'

Suddenly Joey was sobbing. Someone put their arms around him. He clung to them and wept.

They knew. His whole life they knew he was messed up. They could have warned him. They could have had it all cut out when he was a baby! They could have done something. But they didn't. They let him grow up thinking he was a boy, a whole boy instead of a half boy, half girl thing.

"It's ok." Anzu soothed, when Joey finally began to calm down. "Believe me, everybody goes through it."

"...hic...I just...hic...wanna...be...hic...normal…."

"You are normal."

"How is it normal to have a fucking hole?!"

"...uh, Joey, um, I, um…. Ok, I'm not trying to be nosey, or bitchy, or mean, but…. Ok. Everybody in my house has a womb and a vagina - boys and girls - so I know a lot about boys with periods."

Joey didn't say anything, but held her tighter. Maybe if he held her long enough, it would all go away.

"It's really not the worst thing in the world," Anzu said, stroking his hair. "You can be like my dad and be both a mother and a father. That's kind of cool. It's better than having two wombs bleeding out. Trust me, if I could trade, I would."

He still didn't reply. The pain in his crotch was back. Cramps. He was having cramps again.

"Do you have tampons? When my brother first started, they gave him pads, but they chafed under his track uniform. He said tampons were much more comfortable." She laughed. "But don't change them in a hurry because it's easy to miss."

"Dude!" Joey did look up then. "Gross!"

"But true!" She wiped his face with her hand. "My cramps are killing me. What about you?"

"I - I'm not -"

"I told you." Anzu slipped away and opened a desk drawer. "I know a lot of boys with periods." She retrieved a set of keys and proceeded to open a cabinet. "Do you have supplies? Yakomo-sensei keeps a box of everything in here. Midol! Thank God!" She pulled out two packets and relocked the cabinet. Then she pulled two bottles of water from a mini fridge. She handed one of each to Joey. "They help with the cramps and the emotional roller coaster. Trust me." She moved to a supply closet. "Let's see…. Always for Boys. Use boy pads; they're cut to fit. You can use girl pads, but they bunch up in uncomfortable places. Tampons...ah, here. Do you know how heavy your flow is? We've got small and large. Better go with large. Trust me. I once misjudged how long I could go before changing. Bleed right through my jeans. I still won't go back to that store. Most embarrassing day of my life. Ok. These are large, these are pads, and I'm going to go see if Yakomo-sensei is in the teacher's lounge because otherwise, we get marked absent for class."

She closed the door with a soft click. Then Joey heard her jiggle the knob, and realized it was locked.

She might be the coolest girl I have ever met, he thought. He wiped his face again. She was right; as fucked up as the whole...thing...was, large stains on pants was never something you wanted to explain.

He didn't even know how to tell if he was….

...on. His mom always said, "I'm on this week."

The picture on the tampon box was a sleek black plastic thing. Absorbent, safety wrapped, with leak-blockers for 8-hour protection.

There was a paper with instructions but they were small and the pictures showed legs in a position Joey wasn't even sure he could do. He took everything over to the end most bed and pulled the curtain.

Fuck.

He pulled down his pants and underwear. There was an ugly reddish-black stain on his boxers that smelled like old blood.

Double fuck.

Joey almost cried again. He stopped and took the pills Anzu had given him. His mom always said don't take drugs you don't know because they're dangerous, but he was halfway hoping these would kill him.

Fuck.

There was a mirror on the wall, so that helped. He pulled out one of the little packets. Inside was a black plastic launcher loaded with a white cotton bullet about the size of his finger. Everything was soft and rounded.

Joey lifted his dick and balls out of the way and tried not to meet his own eyes as he looked - really looked - for the first time at his...thing.

His vagina.

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"Kaiba-sama, we mean no disrespect."

"Then what do you mean?"

The Board of Directors squirmed as Seto glared at them.

They wanted him to finish his education, so he enrolled in school. They felt he wasn't focused enough, so he made the honor roll and maintained a top-3 position in all of his classes.

"Please understand," R&D said. "We think of you as a son. We would be remiss if we did not look out for your well being as a person more than as an executive."

Which would be true - and even heartwarming - if the entire education discussion were not a ploy to wrest control of KaibaCorp away from him. A failing ploy. He mentally recited pi to the 15th decimal to control his temper.

"I'm touched by your concern," he said without a trace of warmth, when he could speak calmly. "But I fail to see how my social life is any of your concern."

"Forgive me, Kaiba-sama, if I am speaking too boldly." HR was always both the most obsequious and the most direct. It was a true skill to manage both. "You shoulder a great number of responsibilities. And even many wise men with decades of experience can suffer from stress without proper time away from the world of business. Our people have always believed that the warrior should also be an artist. The Samurai was skilled with the katana and the haku. You have spent much of your young life on the battlefield of finance. We feel you should spend some time on the battlefield of love."

"Love?" Kaiba held his response to an arched eyebrow, but in truth the statement caught him completely off guard.

The expressions around the table ranged from pensive to smug, as the management team exchanged glances.

Sales cleared his throat. "I don't know if you knew it, but by fifteen your father was already engaged. Actually, they were officially married, but that was for tradition more than legal purposes."

"A woman from Hayatochi, a company Kaiba absorbed. Yes, I am aware that a false marriage was arranged in lieu of a corporate merger. What of it?"

"That arrangement was Goza-sama's decision." Facilities had been the closest thing to a friend Gozaburo had. "He courted Rushiko-chan, among others, and he proposed the marriage."

Kaiba Rushiko, mother of Kaiba Noah; one was a photo on the butsudan, one was a photo in fashion magazines. Neither was a photo Seto cared about.

"My father married young with a woman who died abruptly after giving birth to a child who was gender neutral and fertility sterile. He was forced to adopt an heir in order to continue the family line. I am grateful to be that child, however, I do not see the value in repeating my father's mistakes."

"Genome compatibility was not the science then that it is now. And we are not suggesting that you marry the first womb you meet, only that you begin meeting some."

"I don't understand why you believe I do not meet them now."

"I was speaking with our new employee, Kawaii-san," Finance's grin was almost evil. "She mentioned that her son was concerned about not having a date for a school festival event next weekend. As I recall, you attend the same school."

"Yes. And?"

"There is a major social event among your peer group and yet, I notice that your schedule is available that entire weekend. One has to wonder if a boy your age is too socially inept to find a date or too disassociated from his peers to socialize with them. Either could be considered a weakness."

'And if I add dating to the list of other "age appropriate" activities, I am sure to leave some aspect of the company vulnerable to attack,' Seto reasoned. They were vultures.

But they were vultures with poison pill contracts. Seto was biding his time, waiting for the circumstances that would allow him to eliminate these idiots.

In the meantime, they at least kept the game interesting.

"Next weekend, we are holding a cultural festival. As a point of fact, I am on the planning committees for two of the festival displays. Friday evening there is a party scheduled and I do plan to attend the event." He'd planned to appear at least long enough to be seen before 'an emergency' called him away.

"Ah! And you also plan to take a certain someone?"

"I hadn't, no," Seto admitted. "But you have provided an excellent suggestion. If Kawaii's son is still available, I will accompany him."

Author's Note:

Ok, I can see some of you are out there, but I'm not getting much feedback, so here's what's going to happen. I will post a chapter every Tuesday. I will also post a chapter within 24hrs of every comment. This can go fast or slow; the more interest you all show, the faster you get the story. I'm not going to hold the story hostage and only post if I reach a specific number of comments because I think that's writer BS. I don't need a novel from you, just a little encouragement to keep me motivated. I'm working on a sequel and I want to know if it's worth the effort. Thanks, SJ