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The Female of the Species
by Otzchiim (otzchiim@aol.com)
***
A research scientist is in the process of taking over
some of a colleagues case studies and easily the
thickest of these folders concerned a female child named
Rita Riley. She had been an ordinary little girl, a bit
wild but not remarkably so. She was very much of a
tomboy but only a little more so than her mother had
been, or so the mother felt. Everything was quite
prosaic until about eight months after Rita's fifteenth
birthday. (F/MMMM+, sci-fi)
***
Author's Note: Perhaps I should apologize for not
actually having the sex described in this story, but it
did not seem appropriate.
***
I knew of Dr. Donald Franklin primarily as a colleague
in the area of infertility treatment. I had met him at
professional meetings perhaps a half-dozen times in my
ten years of practice. After his sudden death from a
massive myocardial infarction, I was asked to take over
his list of patients as best I could, and also to
evaluate and prepare for archiving the papers from his
twenty-five year career in the field.
I discovered that Dr. Franklin had not only kept up with
the advances in genetic research which are inevitably of
interest to anyone in our specialty, but that he had
performed much such research on his own. Many years
before he had maintained a fair-sized collection of
animals and his work with them was not duplicated until
long after, by those whose names are now associated with
it. Why he had not published was not clear; I could only
surmise at first that he simply regarded the actual
preparation of the papers as drudgery. Further study
suggested another explanation.
One would expect that a physician, especially one
specializing in such a delicate matter as helping
infertile couples, would be kindly and sensitive if not
outright saintly. Probably most are. But there was the
case of the doctor in Virginia whose administration of
artificial insemination often used his own sperm in
place of the husband's. And Dr. Donald Franklin had done
something which might have been much worse than that, as
I shall show.
Aside from the expected records of achieved pregnancies
and births, Dr. Franklin had a special file of detailed
long-term follow-ups on a dozen children in the
Baltimore area, all twenty-odd years in the past. Most
of these were straightforward cases of collecting and
using the husband's semen but a few involved donations
from medical students where the husband was sterile.
He explained the follow-ups to the parents as a study of
all his cases, to determine if the artificial
insemination affected the health of children in any way.
By no means all his cases were actually studied, of
course.
And most of the children represented by the files lived
less than a year. All these children retained at birth
the body-hair which ordinarily disappears a few months
before, but all of them lost it soon afterward.
Retention of this hair is of course not really an
abnormal thing, however distressing it may be to new
parents.
Easily the thickest of these folders concerned a female
child named Rita Riley. She had been an ordinary little
girl, a bit wild but not remarkably so. She was very
much of a tomboy but only a little more so than her
mother had been, or so the mother felt. Everything was
quite prosaic until about eight months after Rita's
fifteenth birthday.
On a Saturday morning in April, someone reported to the
police hearing voices and noises from a house in the
Riley's area which had been closed up since the last
owner died three months before.
The investigating patrolman found the back door forced
open and slightly ajar. The downstairs was empty, and he
followed the sound of voices to an upstairs bedroom.
There he found Rita Riley with eight boys. The policeman
told her parents that Rita was "pulling a train". They
did not know the phrase, and soon wished that they had
not asked for an explanation.
For another year and a half, Rita's parents fought a war
with her, with long cease-fires. For the spring and
summer of that year and the next, she would disappear
from their house and return hours later. Usually she
would meet boys whom she knew and have violent sex with
them. But sometimes she would pick men up on the street.
These wild spells lasted only a day or so at a time, and
then she would be normal and well-behaved again.
September brought an end to that activity until the
following spring. Her parents caved in and had birth-
control pills prescribed for her. She was lucky enough
to avoid venereal disease.
In the second September, Rita went to college but still
lived at home. In April of her freshman year, she
vanished completely.
She vanished as far as her parents were concerned, but
Dr. Franklin found her again. Whether he called in an
old favor or simply knew someone who could easily get
the information, he found her within a month. She had
been picked up thirty miles away in Washington on
charges of soliciting for prostitution and was
identified by her fingerprints. She was classed as a
minor for the vice charges but she was over the age of
consent, so she was given the benefit of the doubt about
not informing her parents.
Dr. Franklin contacted her and had extensive interviews
with her. Whether he became a customer of hers to do so
(or of his own will, for that matter) cannot be
determined from the records. It is clear that when she
had been arrested three times in two days for harassing
passersby by offering her body, he brought her back to
Baltimore, took her into his home, and kept her in a
locked room there.
He repeated this several times over the five years until
his death, and experimented on her with various drugs to
ease her through these mental and emotional aberrations.
The only thing which seemed to have any significant
effect was a plain strong sedative.
His notes indicate that she used contraceptives
regularly -- except during these aberrant periods, when
she could not remember even to take a pill. Despite
these lapses, she never became pregnant. Or rather, she
did so repeatedly, but always had a prompt spontaneous
abortion.
I must admit to being amused at the passing thought that
this was evidence for the truth of the old joke about
hereditary sterility, but there is really no possible
connection between the woman's evident inability to
carry a child and her father's low sperm count.
The psychological abnormalities seemed to have no proper
connection to Dr. Franklin's work, past or present, and
I wondered why he had not long before given over Rita
Riley's care to an analyst.
The press of business brought on by carrying Dr.
Franklin's patients in addition to my own kept me from
gathering the information given above until some months
after the doctor's death. I had only recently finished
skimming the file on Rita Riley when I received a
telephone call from her.
Her voice was hesitant, even timid, and asked in a
whispered tone if I had been told about her by Dr.
Franklin. I responded that he had never mentioned her to
me, but that I had his notes on her and had read them.
There was a pause, and then she said that I might at
least know enough to be of some help and she wanted to
see me soon -- because she felt an interlude coming on.
I was unsure that I could help this woman in any
substantial way, but I could not in good conscience
refer her elsewhere without trying to be sure of where
to send her. Dr. Franklin plainly knew something of the
problem which he had not written down in anything which
I had seen, and perhaps an interview and examination
would provide the missing pieces.
The interview revealed that while Miss Riley was still
estranged from her parents, she had long ago given up
the life of a prostitute. She was now employed as an
office-worker and book-keeper for a temporary staffing
agency. This, she said, provided her with the
flexibility which she needed during the spring and early
summer. I felt this to be a case of healthy adaptation
to an unhealthy situation.
My physical examination showed that Miss Riley had pubic
hair which extended above her navel and down to her
upper thighs. This is uncommon in a woman, though much
less so in a man, of course. Of more interest was that
the hair was light in color and straight, also soft to
the touch.
The external body was otherwise undistinguished. The
usual oral tests and so forth showed nothing out of the
ordinary. She seemed more graceful and supple than most
women of her age, and I must admit thinking that this
would have been to her advantage when she was working
the streets.
A gynecological examination (which is within my
specialty) turned up no clear abnormalities, though I
felt that something was a little off. I could not decide
quite what it might be and wrote it off to the after-
effects of some disease contracted during the period of
prostitution.
Miss Riley explained to me that the late arrival of
spring this year had given her hope that her cycles of
strong sexual desire were a thing of the past. But the
unmistakable signs had begun to appear and she almost
panicked when she called Dr. Franklin's answering
service and learned of his death.
She had a normal level of physical desire during the
rest of the year, and a moderate sexual activity, but
she had been unwilling to commit to a long-term
relationship because of those periodic aberrations.
Also, she had only been able to reach fulfillment at any
time through masturbation.
Rita had related to Dr. Franklin that the early periods
of intense sexual activity had been ones of alternation
between intercourse and masturbation. Dr. Franklin had
noted that the later ones, in his locked room, had been
marked by frequent manipulation whenever she returned to
consciousness.
It is of course true that nymphomania was linked to a
lack of fulfillment. But this was not quite nymphomania,
and I had a feeling that there was another factor to be
weighed in here.
Rita begged me to let her stay in a side room somewhere
and be sedated through the episode that she was sure was
coming up. I was sure that this was the wrong answer in
the long run, but I was also sure that she would leave,
never to return, if I suggested a mental institution to
her. And of course she was completely normal now.
My own curiosity tipped the balance. I wanted to observe
this physical and emotional shift for myself.
My offices have two examination rooms; I normally
alternate their use, and almost never have both
occupied. It was only a matter of moments, especially
with Miss Riley's help, to put a stronger lock on one of
them. Miss Riley moved in with a cot on Friday morning.
The change began late Friday afternoon, and from her
experience it should be over by noon on Monday, perhaps
earlier.
We were fortunate in this timing, both in that she would
miss only two days of work and in that there would be a
minimum of interference with my own practice. I left
Miss Riley meals and pills at intervals over that
weekend, and encountered a problem only once.
This was the occasion when I entered the room while she
was fully awake. She threw back her sheet and implored
me to make love to her on the floor. If there had been a
more comfortable place, I probably would have.
A strong musky smell came from her, more discernible and
erotic from a few feet away than I had ever known it to
be from the distance usual for OB-GYN work. This was
stronger than the usual menstrual or unwashed odors,
both of which I had encountered many times.
I retreated hastily. She fumbled at the door for a
moment, but gave up. The pills had left enough residue
to make her weak and loggy.
The advent of Miss Riley had jogged me into examining
more closely the other files in Dr. Franklin's special
section. I discovered one folder from a year or so
before the impregnations which were the subjects of the
other files, and buried beneath them in the cartons
which I had been shipped.
I spent that Saturday and Sunday reading this new folder
and weighing its implications. This answered many
questions I had, but it raised a host of others.
Dr. Donald Franklin had made a number of lucky guesses
and gone much further, in terms of numbers, than the
Human Genome Project had in identifying the locations of
individual human characteristics. Also of the
characteristics of felis concolor, the cougar or puma.
And he had found a way to blend the two selectively.
This animal, he said, had been used over others because
it had a body-weight roughly comparable to the human.
The reason that Rita Riley underwent these abrupt
changes is that she was, in some measure, a female cat
going into heat!
She had returned to normal on Monday morning, but I
asked her to stay until my patients had left for the
afternoon. I explained to her then that the reason why
she had never had a successful pregnancy, would probably
never have children, was that she was a forced hybrid
and almost certainly sterile. I told her all that I had
learned.
Rita sat and thought for a very long time, and then she
asked me if this was also the reason that she had never
felt sexually satisfied with a man. I told her that this
was possible, and that there might have been a genetic
reason for the gynecological variation which I had
suspected.
She swallowed hard and asked me then if I were quite
sure that there were no others like her left alive. I
began to answer yes, I was certain, but then I recalled
that I had only found the most important file two days
before. I could only swear that there was no other large
file.
At my home we looked through Dr. Franklin's special
files together. There were fourteen folders in all:
Rita's, that on the gene identifications and procedures
for mixing genes, eleven on children who died in
infancy, and one on a boy named Alexander Morris.
This boy's mother died of cancer when he was eleven; his
father followed not long after in an auto accident where
his drinking from grief was involved. Alexander was sent
to live with an aunt in Omaha, and Dr. Franklin's
information was very spotty from that point on. It ended
about six years before, when the boy left home. The aunt
had no knowledge of his whereabouts. There were no
reports of any physical or emotional irregularities or
of difficulties with the police.
Dr. Franklin had reached a dead end here. I felt that I
had also, but I brooded on it. Three days later I wrote
the Center for Disease Control in Atlanta. I told them
that I had taken over the records of Dr. Donald
Franklin, that there was reason to contact Alexander
Morris about a possibly life-threatening genetic
disease, and that he could not be reached at his last
known address. Almost the truth, as you can see.
They took all the information I had on him, footprints,
fingerprints, and all. The answer came back that Morris
had been inducted into the Army at the age of eighteen,
not long after leaving his aunt. He had been discharged
across the country four years later, but he was now back
in his birthplace and working as a martial arts
instructor. I had not thought to look in the telephone
directory.
I called Alexander Morris and convinced him with some
difficulty to come to my office. On the evening of April
25th, which was a Tuesday, I told him about Dr.
Franklin's experiments, and that he was one of them. I
told him about all of his parentage. He took it calmly;
he was, I found, an almost unnaturally calm person,
though never totally serious about anything.
I have come to think that this philosophy was necessary
for his sanity, as well as being absorbed from his
training in martial arts. His reaction to the news was
slower than Rita's, though he had the same flowing
poise. I did not tell him about Rita.
The physical examination showed a pattern of hair
unusually extensive even for a male. The only clear
abnormality, however, was the hair on his penis. Unlike
the rest of his hair, this was stiff and wiry. He
confessed that the women he had been with had all
complained about that and his only sexual experience in
some years was through his hand.
When Alexander Morris left my office, he left me with a
decision to make. Now that I knew for certain that two
of Dr. Franklin's induced hybrids had lived to
adulthood, should I tell them of each other's existence?
My own perspective as a fertility specialist may have
colored my feeling here, but could I in good conscience
do otherwise?
They were almost certainly incapable of having children,
and indeed they would probably not even be attracted to
each other -- as any man and woman picked at random
would not be -- but I owed these two ultimate orphans
some chance to find happiness together.
I telephoned Rita Riley that night and told her that I
had found Alexander Morris. I told her that I knew where
he lived and I asked if she would be interested in
meeting him, assuming that he was willing. I asked if
she wanted him even to know that there was another
surviving experiment.
Rita said that she would be eager for both, and wanted
to know when this meeting would be.
I replied that she and Mr. Morris would perhaps need
some time to be prepared for the encounter, and
therefore I would suggest early Saturday afternoon, at
my home. Rita paused and said that she thought she could
hold out that long. I thought that her phrasing was
intended to be humorous.
I immediately called Alexander Morris, and told him that
I now had permission to tell him that there was another
surviving experiment. I told him about Rita Riley, and
asked if he would want to meet her on Saturday. He
quickly agreed, but he asked if the three of us could
meet at his apartment instead. There seemed no reason
not to go along with this.
The night ended with another call to Rita, to confirm
the day and time and note the change of location. She
seemed even happier about that.
Since my home, Rita's apartment, and Mr. Morris's were
almost in a straight line across the city, I picked up
Rita at ten minutes to one and arrived at the meeting
place at one in the afternoon. They seemed awkward and
uncertain toward each other, which I suppose was
inevitable.
Rita fidgeted in her chair, as she had on the way over,
and asked, "Dr. Rubin, both Alex and I had in a way
three parents each. But I have wondered for the last few
days, is the total five or six?"
"I have also wondered about that," said Mr. Morris. "Did
the same cougar provide the genetic material for both of
us?"
"Why, no," I replied. "Dr. Franklin had twelve cougars,
and I recall that the only one who was used twice was
the first one used. That child was a stillbirth, so the
total would be six parents, so to speak. But I don't see
how that would matter."
But they had stopped listening to me. After my first two
words they had begun looking at each other very
intently. Rita said softly, "I think I'll stay a while."
She opened her legs a bit, where before she had kept
them close together. The musky smell that I had noted
three weeks before was back. She was plainly into the
second day of her estrus.
The effect on Alexander was very strong and immediate.
When he stood up, I saw that he had an erection, and saw
also that the stiff hairs on his penis poked through the
cloth.
He took Rita's hand and mumbled something about
apologizing for leaving me alone as they went into his
bedroom. Not long after I heard Rita's repeated shriek
of satisfaction.
Alexander told me fifteen minutes later that he was
going to drive Rita home later and that there was no
reason for me to stay now. I agreed.
That "later" was Sunday afternoon, I learned, when Rita
had reverted to her more usual pattern. They were
married as soon as the law allowed. All of Dr.
Franklin's relevant papers have been passed on to the
Human Genome Project at Johns Hopkins, with my own
notes. I did not include the information that Dr.
Franklin's chief experiments had met, or even their
correct names. I felt that no purpose could be served by
invading the privacy of these two innocent people.
That is how I felt at the time. It has been a year since
the two were introduced, and I have had second thoughts
brought on by a new problem, or rather a potential
problem.
I have discovered that I was wrong about the sterility
resulting from forced hybridization. Rita had triplets
last night, two boys and a girl. One of them hasn't
opened his eyes yet.
END
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