A Gift in Disguise Ch. 18

As an amalgagender woman with a penis and scrotum rather than a clit and vagina, I've often wondered if my having a penis resulted in sexual sensations I experienced were similar or identical to those of the woman I am or of a man. In other words, when I cum through my penis, do I feel the same sensations I would if I were orgasming with a clit and vagina?

That was one of the nagging questions that led me to develop the penile and vaginal stimulation, sampling, and measuring tools I used to gather data about your masculine penile responses and my amalgagender penile responses for the prototype phallus.

While my instrumental data suggests our penile sensations and responses were very similar, the data doesn't really reveal much about the sexual identity messages the data is causing our respective brains to send.

In simpler terms, the prosthetic phallus is probably going to feel and respond more 'normal' to a biological male patient as a prosthetic replacement that it is going to feel and respond to a biological woman using it as a sex toy. Since we're developing it as a prosthetic penile replacement for an existing original product on a man rather than as a sex toy for a woman, it's something we should probably hope for rather than something we have to be unduly concerned about.

On the other hand, so far our limited prototypes have all been used on women test subjects: Kim, Lorraine, Amanda, Robyn, and soon, Mercedes. We have to be cognizant of the sampling bias inherent in our test subjects, even one as masculine as Robyn."

Jamie paused, then said, "But speaking of Mercedes, after everyone left the meeting, she and I sat down and I described to her the process and testing I needed to follow with her to fit her properly for her own prosthetic phallus. Of course, she was aware of it in general terms from the preceding work she's done on other women's phalluses, but she was really interested in the vaginal-clitoral stimulation device and measurement equipment I will use to map her own unique sexual sensitivity types and areas."

"What was her reaction? I hope she didn't withdraw her offer to volunteer ..."

"No, quite the opposite. Not surprisingly, she was as interested in how you and I had responded to our own penile response measurements as she was about the other women's responses. She's actually eager to have me 'hook her up' as she put it. She'll be coming in after work tomorrow to be fitted.

I wonder, Tom, do you have any suggestions about how the evaluation process might need to be modified since Mercedes is going to be the first recipient of the two-part phallus assembly?"

"Seems to me that Amanda's input might be more helpful than mine there," I answered honestly. "Since added natural functions, urination and ejaculation, are going to be possible now, it seems to me that Amanda might have some concerns about - what should we call it? Accidental leaks or uncontrolled flow?

But unless you need to know right now, let me give it some thought tonight from an electronic design perspective. I'm an electrician, not a plumber," I added.

"Fair enough," Jamie responded as her intercom announced that Kim had arrived.

"Send her in," Jamie told her receptionist.

After pleasant exchanges of greetings, Jamie got right to the point.

"I've spoken with Melissa Sherman at the FBI about how we should discuss our proposal to expand Tom's research and duties to include participation in the 765 Project. Melissa has offered to contact Klein and Keller and essentially read them into the project. She wants to address their expected concerns, reasonable ones, about how Tom's involvement and your's, Kim, would affect the public's perception of their organizations' involvement if the project is prematurely made public.

What Melissa is proposing is that their read-in will not specify that 765 refers to a prosthetic phallus. What they will be told is that you will be working on the research and development of a prosthetic medical device which, if successful, will restore a bodily function damaged during illness or injury. They will also be told that this restoration would likely result in corresponding improvements in the patient's emotional health and well-being.

Melissa intends to stress to them that the project is not classified national security information because it is the government's intention to provide all the information about this project, excluding only the identities of patients and other privacy-related information, to the medical community as quickly as possible.

How do you two feel about this?"

Kim got a troubled look on her face.

"Have you discussed this with Marta and Emily?" Kim asked. "My concern is that once the information is unprotected in the public domain, anyone can make inferior knockoffs which would undermine the quality control that you and DoD would insist on."

"That's a very valid point, Kim. Fortunately, it's an issue that comes up very frequently in my lab's association with DoD. Consequently, it's one that Marta and Emily have thoroughly researched and worked out with the DoD attorneys on preceding projects of equal or greater sensitivity.

It's a very technical legal arrangement, but in essence the DoD owns the 765 project and contracts with Devlin Laboratories to conduct the research and development of the project. Devlin Laboratories holds the intellectual property rights to the 765 project, but any infringement by pirates, even other governments, results in an avalanche of court actions by DoD to protect its interests.

By the way, this is the same arrangement I've had for several projects of equal or greater sensitivity with DoD. It's very effective at protecting the integrity of the project and stifling premature public disclosure."

Kim's concern turned to a look of relief.

Jamie continued, "Tom, this really won't have any negative effect on your progress toward your PhD. Although you won't be including anything about the 765 project in your research, the practical knowledge and experience you gain here will nonetheless benefit you greatly by broadening your personal knowledge base about nanotech applications."

The three of us talked for a few more minutes about Agent Sherman's plan for Keller and Klein's limited involvement. Jamie expressed unbridled optimism that both Keller and Klein would enthusiastically endorse the expansion of Kim's and my research at Devlin Laboratories.

Recalling that Jamie had said Kim was at today's meeting for another reason, I excused myself and headed back to my apartment. As I had promised Jamie, I put in a couple hours of intense thought and note-making about how nanotech sensors and devices might alleviate discomfort and leaks associated with adding the urination and ejaculation function to the phallus. I slept on it, then passed my information via email to Jamie the next day.

My personal dread had been slowly building for the Friday meeting with Keller, Klein, the university's and hospital's attorneys, Jamie, Kim, and Marta. I was "what if-ing" myself into a nervous mess. My biggest "what if" was, of course, what if the outcome of the meeting results in my PhD program being scuttled? (I didn't say it was realistic, but that's what worrying does to me.)

Marta, Kim, and Jamie were waiting for me in the Hertz Hall parking lot so we could go in together.

Jamie picked up on my discomfort immediately. Her reassuring words didn't mock or minimize my concerns, but they did help calm me. So did Marta's and Kim's.

"Tom," Jamie said, "The three of us have all been through these types of meetings before. This is probably your first.

Here's reality: It may seem harsh to come right out and say it, but this meeting isn't really about your PhD program as much as it is about the University's and hospital's financial future. This meeting is more about the long-term reputations of the University EE department and the hospital than it is about how you get by financially during your PhD program. It's about how much those reputations will benefit or be harmed by the quality of your and Kim's research.

Kim's reputation is solid; it's established. So is mine and my lab's. Your's is not, at least not yet. So let me give you some advice about this meeting: Do not volunteer any information. Answer as succinctly as possible and without elaboration any questions you're asked personally. The less you say, the more relief Keller and Klein will feel.

Most of the questions are going to be directed to Marta, Kim, and me. Please, let us answer them. Again, don't feel any obligation to add something unless you're specifically asked. Keller and Klein want to feel reassured. They're already very favorably impressed with you, so don't do or say anything that would diminish those favorable impressions. In this meeting, your disciplined silence is going to impress them more than detailed technical answers."

Jamie's directness had surprised me. In a mild way, it had been like a slap in my face.

"Jamie's right," Kim added with quiet calm to try and soften Jamie's words. "It isn't that Klein and Keller don't care if our research produces little or nothing. It's not that at all. It's that in their respective positions, they need to look at how research like ours will affect the EE Department's and the hospital's reputations, because those reputations translate directly into financial support from a variety of sources. That's why they want our research to be wildly successful in circles that affect their departments.

Candidly, Tom, they want to hear Jamie's and my reassurances that your research will be as successful and ground-breaking as they hope. Your giving succinct but frankly, conservative answers to their direct questions to you and remaining silent otherwise is what they're looking for from you today.

At the same time, Keller and Klein want Marta and their own respective attorneys to come up with ways that our research dots all the legal i's and crosses all the legal t's to achieve that end."

Kim gave me a rather cynical smile while concluding with, "So, Tom, welcome to the big, wide wonderful world of institutional research politics."

Just a bit under an an hour later, the four of us were walking out of the meeting room together. Trusting Jamie, Kim, and Marta, I had followed their advice to the letter.

Klein and Keller had each asked me a perfunctory question or two about my research and expectations for what it would produced. My answers had been brief and restrained, not making wild foolish promises that our research would save the world. Most of the questions, though, were legal ones the attorneys discussed with Marta.

Once we were outside again and away from Klein and Keller, I asked Jamie, Marta, and Kim how they thought the meeting had gone.

Jamie's confident answer accompanied by her assured and very sexy smile spoke for all of them. "Phffft! It's a done deal. Right now they're probably congratulating themselves for having made such a terrific find in you, Tom, and for their own brilliance in finding a very innovative way to visibly associate the University's EE program with the hospital's medical research. And the fact is, they're absolutely right. They do deserve a lot of credit, but it will be up to me, my lab, and the two of you to deliver. I have no doubt we will."

Jamie and Marta had parked some distance from where Kim and I had parked our cars, so they said their good-byes to us and walked to their cars.

Kim looked back at me and said, "You kind of got beat up before the meeting today, Tom, but you handled your part of the meeting wonderfully. You were professionally responsive without being effusive and without exaggerating."

Kim glanced quickly and furtively to make sure no one could see us. Then she eased slightly closer to me, put her hand over my manhood, and gave it a squeeze through my suit trousers.

Her eyes turned from professional to sultry when she concluded with, "I'm so glad you're coming to dinner with Sarah and me tomorrow night." She continued to squeeze my rapidly intensifying erection, then whispered, "I certainly hope that will feel as good when you do that to me as it seems to feel to you. See you tomorrow night." Then she abruptly released her hand and walked briskly to her car, leaving me standing in the parking lot with a raging hard-on barely contained by my pants.

I spent Saturday morning doing some of the apartment complex maintenance that drastically reduces the rent I pay. The work had left me a little bit sweaty and grimy, so I showered after lunch, then laid out my nicest slacks and sports shirt to wear for dinner with Kim and Sarah.

About one o'clock my phone rang. It was Kim reminding me about my dinner with her and Sarah at Kim's house. Odd. She had never found it necessary to call me before to remind me of dates. Still, I reassured her that I would be there and on time.

The drive to Kim's house only increased my anticipation.

By the time I arrived at Kim's front door, my mind had conjured up a vision of two lovely women, one old enough to be my mother and her daughter my age, both scantily and suggestively dressed. Definitely wishful thinking but unrealistic on my part.

When Kim opened the door to greet me, I was surprised.

Kim always looks nice, but she rarely if ever wears makeup out of consideration for the allergies and sensitivities of her medical patients. Neither does she wear much jewelry. Then again, she doesn't really need either. Tonight, she was wearing both, and its tasteful selection and skillful application made her look exquisitely glamorous. Not just sexy, but gorgeous without being gaudy or trashy.

Her dress could best be described as hinting but not suggestively revealing. I had imagined Kim wearing something tonight that would show off her beautiful breasts, and in a way that could be described as modestly arousing, she had. The sleeveless and off-the-shoulder red wine-colored dress started with flowing ruffles start at either side of the V-neck keyhole and traveled down, meeting in the middle and continuing to the hem of the sheath dress which stopped at mid-thigh. Her breasts accentuated the ruffles without really showing much skin at all. The halter neckline created a keyhole-appearance in front and a keyhole back with functional tie closure.

The overall effect of Kim's dress was to make her rather short frame look taller even though she was wearing only moderately and comfortably high heels. Though unquestionably appropriate and flattering for a woman her age, it definitely made her look womanly without looking matronly. Her attire along with her perfect makeup and accent jewelry and a delicate hint of perfume created a sensual image that I could only stare at.

Kim's radiant smile at my wordless staring told me that her obvious sartorial and personal appearance efforts to say "Look at me as a woman rather than a doctor tonight" had been recognized and appreciated.

"You look absolutely ... " The last word escaped me, and left me with my mouth open and dry and shaking my head like some pubescent high school boy seeing his prom date. Finally, I managed to utter a feeble, "Wow!"

"Thank you, Tom," she said, obviously pleased by my reaction. "Please, come in. Sarah's in the kitchen putting the finishing touches on dinner. Let's join her there."

She slipped her arm almost possessively through mine and led me toward the kitchen.

"Sarah, Tom's here," Kim announced as we approached.

The first and only time I had met Sarah, she had been indifferent toward me and completely preoccupied with the business information on her laptop computer. I don't even recall the details of her appearance then. Rather, my only recollection was more of a general impression that she was dismally plain and not especially physically appealing.

When Kim and I stepped into the kitchen, the woman I saw removing the apron was a completely different Sarah than when we had first met.

Easily two inches taller than Kim, Sarah looked as if she had just stepped out of the pages of some glamour magazine.

Whereas her mother Kim's attire only discreetly and tastefully hinted at her sexuality, Sarah's dress was a neon advertising sign for hers. It was a sage green floral lace pattern overlaying a form-fitting knit fabric. Like her mother's dress, Sarah's had a halter neckline and sleeveless bodice that fit her youthful form perfectly. Sarah's dress lacked the ruffles Kim's had. Instead, Sarah's perfectly displayed the shape and fullness of her own breasts which were every bit as shapely as her mother's. Though the floral material stopped at mid-thigh, the knit fabric beneath it climbed tantalizingly higher. Only then did I fully realize that Sarah's legs, though longer, are just as beautiful and shapely as her mother's. I wondered to myself if Sarah ever danced at the clubs just as her mother had. Nothing Kim had told me before suggested Sarah even had an interest in dancing, let alone the skill and training to do it.

Although Kim and Sarah are mother and daughter, Kim's remarkably youthful reappearance made them look more like sisters with an age difference of only four or five years.

"Tom, it's really nice to see you again," Sarah said through a bright white smile. "I'm so glad you accepted our invitation to join us for dinner tonight. Frankly, it gives me a chance to apologize to you for the crappy way I ignored you last time we were here."

"Thank you, Sarah, but you don't really need to apologize.

That's a beautiful dress you're wearing. I'm beginning to feel underdressed standing next to Kim and you."

Both Kim and Sarah were beaming now.

"Don't feel that way," Sarah responded. "Kim and I don't get to dress up for a man as often as we'd like.

Her medical practice pretty much dictates that she wear professional but practical attire with little or no jewelry and no makeup at all.

You would probably think that since I'm in the sex entertainment biz, I'd have to wear much more revealing clothing every day ... and night. That isn't true, though. Fact is, the first time you and met here at Kim's, I looked pretty much like do at work.

You see, in our clubs I'm the management, not talent. I don't want the men and women who are customers to be sexually attracted to me. In fact, I don't even especially want the customers to see and remember me at all. Same goes for the work staff and talent as far as my not wanting any sexual attention from them. I want the customers to get hard and wet for the talent, and I don't want employees even thinking their jobs or pay is dependent on their servicing me."

"Sarah!" Kim admonished her daughter's blunt language.

"What?" Sarah questioned. "Somehow, I think the guy who's been putting a smile on your face by giving you seismic orgasms has probably heard much worse from you when you're in bed together. At least, I sure hope he has!" Sarah's comment hadn't been disrespectful, just direct and playful. It even had a suggestive hint of envy in it.

Kim actually blushed.

I laughed aloud to try and put both of them at ease. Yet, it had not escaped my notice that Sarah had not once referred to Kim as "mother" or "mom." It had always been "Kim," and there was an evident undertone of something sexual each time. I was getting an unmistakable vibe that they might have dressed and sexified themselves as much for each other as they had for me.

"Dinner will be ready in a few minutes, but I need to watch it. Why don't we hang here in the kitchen and talk?" Sarah asked. "Tom, would you like something to drink? I've got bottled water, ginger ale, Pepsi, and 7-Up. Nothing stronger, I'm afraid."

"Nothing for me, thanks," I said. "But a glass of water with dinner would be nice," I added.

Kim pulled out one of the stools from the kitchen bar and eased herself onto it. She didn't make any effort to hide the skin that was revealed on her upper thigh by taking her seat the way she did. In fact, she seemed to make a discreet effort to ease it up just a bit higher. Obligingly, I made no effort to hide my stare at the mini-show she had intentionally presented. When I looked up, her eyes locked onto mine. I slid onto the chair closest to hers while Sarah checked on a pot on the stove and a casserole dish in the oven.