Chapter 1

"Hey, can I get one ticket to Houston?"

"O-of course, right away." The girl in front of me is blushing real hard. "Here you are sir. That will be 255.37". Seeing the price, I started putting on my sexy voice.

"Ah, damn. I think I left my wallet in my bag. You think you can let me slide this once?" I tried to make as convincing a smile as possible.

"Uh, um, I don't think," I grab her hand gently, "eh." She stares at my hand and now the blush is wide across her face.

"In exchange, how about you tell me what you want me to do to you." She looks up from my hand and begins to move. Slowly she slides an 'Out to Lunch' sign at her window before pointing at the door to her right. She's huffing rather vigorously at this point too.

I walk inside her small office as she slides the blinders of her window closed. "Is this real?" She's looking at me like a cat in heat. I pull her into a tight embrace, making sure to grab a handful of ass as I bring her towards me.

"Is it your first time?" I whisper as she's leaning on my chest. Her head nods slightly and her eyes are misting over in that familiar way. "Then let's make it special."

——

I pull her limp body off my crotch as she exhales lightly. Looking at the clock, it's only been about thirty minutes. "That was fun, hope you had as much as I did." She doesn't speak but smiles in affirmation. I give her a light peck on the cheek. "Then, I'm off."

I get changed and board the train that has now arrived. With the single duffel bag containing all that I own, I make my way to the VIP section that the lovely booking clerk added to my ticket. Sitting down and ordering a drink, I can't help but think how easy life is in this world.

Three weeks ago, I was suddenly plopped down in this world. At first I didn't know anything had changed, brands were similar enough for me not to notice for a few days, I still lived in an apartment in New York and I still had a job working IT at a small business firm. My life hadn't changed, the world around me had.

A few things were notably different. Firstly, almost no dudes, I mean anywhere. I went to work for a week and didn't see another dude out there. I didn't figure it out because of the second reason. Women were all over me. Now I'm no horribly disfigured monster, but I wasn't a Greek god either, the amount of attention I got in my old world was average. Here though? I could pick a girl out on the street and she'd run to book us a room. I didn't figure that out until later though.

For a week I went to work thinking I was just on a lucky streak, all these beautiful women that I'd never seen at work started trying to ask me out. It wasn't until I happened to watch the news that I found myself thinking 'what the hell?'

There was a protest in front of the White House held by the men I had forgotten about. They were protesting a new bill that was passed in the White House. It was quite violent as every dude was crying and yelling in protest, but every guy looked like those poor beta men eastern women love so much. I watched as every guy began to pull out knives, and just when I thought they were going to get violent, they started cutting themselves instead. Needless to say I started looking stuff up and eventually found this conclusion.

Looking at the newspaper in my hands right now, the effects of those public suicides is still being covered. The cause of it was a new bill requiring men to donate sperm once every half year. Why pass that kind of bill, you might ask. The reason is due to the 'alternate' addendum when I talk about this alternate world. In this world the sex drive that governs the primal instinct to fuck is reversed.

Basic history of this world revealed that an ambitious woman, (in other words a chick who wanted to fuck), made some disastrous chemical nuke or something and set it off during this world's version of WW2. This nuke was supposed to render some race of people sterile. Instead, the chemical mutated the biology of 75 percent of the female population, making them have only girls. The short term effect didn't do anything but now, 80 years later, the population is teetering on the brink because, of the entirety of the human race, only 22 percent are male.

The entire male gender, since the inception of the human race, has always been somewhat low on testosterone. The ambition and drive that most dudes have in my world is absent in this one. The male perception to sex is apprehensive at best and throw in a strange event that has men outnumbered 4 to 1, the societal implications are so skewed that men pretty much act like women did in my world.

By 'act like woman' I mean that men tend to be guarded towards woman and are generally wary. Much like a woman might be scared to walk alone at night, men in this world are too. The reason, as I mentioned, is that women are the aggressors when it comes to sexual misconduct. The problem also lies with the way men tend to act in this worlds current state.

With how scarce men are, several bills have passed around the world that protect men like endangered animals, essentially giving us diplomatic immunity, (say it in the funny voice). In several countries polygamy is even being reinstated and some have gone a step further and are even kidnapping men to breed. This whole situation has warped the personalities of men a little bit. Firstly men are incredibly strict about virginity. Men are also ingorantly prideful and tend to act like spoiled children due to the world viewing them as 'precious'. Firstly, women are thirsty in this world. The absence of men and the flipped ideology make women much more aggressive towards seeking a mate, (it's great). The last bit is just some speculation on my part. With women having to compete so fiercely for a mate, almost every woman I've seen is ridiculously pretty. I'm not sure if cosmetics or surgery has advanced that far here but for some reason over the past eighty or so years while the male population was dwindling, women have become really hot.

With all that, my various thoughts came to an end as I alighted from my cabin on the train. Seeing all the girls giving me looks I couldn't help but smile. I walked around for a while checking to see for any differences with the city. I was looking for differences both from what I remember when I once lived here as well as for any changes due to this alternate world. It only took a few minutes before shouting and yelling began to enter my ears. Looking over I saw a large protest. Two sides were divided by a walkway and cops, (all police women), were lined on either side keeping both groups of people from attacking each other.

"It's Inhumane! How can you force us to do something immoral and against the Code?!"

"It's for our survival! Humanity is dying and uptight pricks like you are only holding us back!"

"Geora's 18:8 To have an emission with impure intent is an act without morality! The Presence above knows that this is wrong and will forsake all who partake in it!"

The two groups were just spouting nonsense at each other. Just like in my world, people only yell at one another without actually trying to understand anything. In this case the bill forcing 'donations' was a bit heavy handed but with the way the world is, I can see the practicality.

Actually, isn't this the first time I've seen another guy out in the open? (Almost as rare as a mew) There's more than one too. Each group was headed by about four to five men. If I had to define this situation, it reminded me of the demonstrations in front of abortion clinics back in my world. Each side has those that fought for what they thought was right. The right side was the pro clinic side. The left side held those against. The constant yelling of the men caused the women on both sides to agree arbitrarily, it reminded me of those white knights from my world, those guys that defended women regardless of what they said just for a chance to get in their pants. The only difference, of course, was that, instead of fedora wearing neckbeards, it was swaths of beautiful women.

I watched the display for a while, the amount of women on each side began to swell and the yelling became louder and louder. Eventually, even a news crew came to start reporting on the situation. I learned through conversations around me that this was the first clinic opened in the country. Despite being publicly divisive, the sperm bank (that's pretty much what it is, right?) gave out generous reimbursement to men when they donated.

"If you're so unafraid to defile yourselves before the one above then why are you standing out here?!"

The venue finally got quiet with that statement. It's true that those few dudes in the pro side weren't active in trying to donate. Seems they were also a little scared to be the first to 'donate'.

"You're all cowards and hypocrites!" The leader of the against side began laughing at the ones on the pro side. Even while being laughed at and shaking in anger the pro side made no moves. That was, until a young man, a kid, only about 15 or 16 (hard to tell the age of guys in this world), stepped out into the walkway. He was wearing shabby clothes and had knots in his hair but held some clear determination. Funny thinking how that determination was aimed at a sperm bank.

"You would defile yourself before the one above, child?! For what?! Why commit this sin?!"

The kid said nothing but kept walking down the path slowly, measuring each step. I could see the expectation on the pro side and the building anger on the against side. Those fools were about to do something stupid.

"You forsake god!" The leader of the against side swiped at the kid with his sign, past the startled cops. I moved before I understood why, standing between the kid and the sign. The sign was a pvc pipe connected to a thin wood board that held his message of hate. Despite the man's weak frame, his ferocious swing struck my shoulder and neck, drawing blood and destroying his sign. I swiped my hand across the bloody scrape, a small wound that only stung, but drew attention regardless.

"Tell me miss," I looked at the cop who stood flabbergasted as I wiped the blood on my shirt, "is this considered assault?"

—-

Standing next to me was a tall man, taller than everyone here by at least a head. He was not only tall but large in the sense that he had packed as much muscle as those soldiers I only saw in pictures from wars almost a century ago. He stood next to me as I was making the embarrassing walk towards the Clinic.

I only wanted to secretly collect the money they would give us in exchange for the donation, but when I arrived there were already so many people yelling and fighting. I was scared to go in. That was until the pastor on the other side called me a coward. I told myself I would never be scared again, yet I was shaking from something like this. I began to walk in hoping the amount they would give me could help tide over the medical bills. As I was distracted by such thoughts, something terrible happened.

The pastor yelled something at me and swung his sign, again I got scared and closed my eyes. I don't know how but when I opened them, I didn't feel anything and looking up I saw him, my savior. He had blood running down his neck but he didn't seem to mind as he only began talking to the police officer standing closest to him.

"Tell me miss, is this act considered assault?" It was a simple question and heard by everyone, I'm sure, because all the noise had finally stopped as if the silence was waiting for his voice to break it.

"Y-yes!" The poor police woman was shocked just like everyone else and as she regained her sense she began to reach for her restraints before his voice began once more.

"So I should be okay to defend myself." In self affirmation, the man walked towards the pastor.

"Huh?" Before the policewoman could do anything the man stood before the pastor glaring down.

"I'll give you one chance to apologize." His voice was heavy and intimidating, leagues different from when he spoke with the police woman. The pastor, seemingly oblivious in his deliria, only shouted once more at the man.

"You, sinner, who has chosen to walk do-" A loud sound enveloped the area. The sound of flesh smacking flesh and bones cracking resounded through the venue. The pastor's head twisted violently before snapping back into place as his body fell to the floor. His eyes rolled back and the pastor simply lay there as everyone stared at his unconscious self. The pastor had blood gushing from his, now, broken nose and a large bump forming around his left eye.

"That didn't sound like an apology." The man's words brought everyone's attention back as he looked towards the three other men who stood near the pastor. "Anyone else want to go for a round?" He spoke almost cheerfully, a sneer forming around his lips as he looked down at the three men who shivered in his gaze. He looked towards the police woman once more as he began walking back towards the path. "Sorry for the trouble. I'll be here for any statements after I'm done in the clinic."

"Eh, uh, right." As the man turned to me I could finally see the face of the man who helped me. He wore hair shorter than most of the men I'd seen, black hair shorn on the sides with a neat cut at the top and a trimmed beard. His strongest feature was his eyes. Deep black eyes with a kindness I'd only ever seen on the face of my family. He spoke to me for the first time.

"You alright kid?"

—-

"I'm…okay." This kid looked a little dazed but that was fine. Looking at him close up I confirmed what it was that forced me to move. This brat reminded me of my younger brother.

"Cmon, I'll go in with ya. We can scope the place out for everyone. Sound good?" I put my arm around him and began walking with him towards the sperm bank.

"Y-yea!" He was a small kid, malnourished probably. His body was thin, thinner than the cucks who were screaming at each other.

"Where ya from?"

"Ah, umm." He started fidgeting, obviously afraid that his answer might get him in trouble.

"It's alright, kid. You don't gotta talk if you don't want to."

"No…its…". It looked like he was trying to come up with the courage to talk, but I interrupted him.

"Don't worry about it. Let's check this place out." I pulled him along so he couldn't speak.

Walking inside the clinic, the waiting room was orderly and clean looking, pretty much the same as a run of the mill doctors office. We walked into the lobby and looked around. The backs of all the staff were turned towards the TV that was playing the events that just happened. The scene was when I punched the guy. The gasps of the ladies resounded in unison. The camera then followed us until we entered the clinic before cutting back to the reporter.

"Excuse me." The women all turned around to look at me and the kid at the same time.

"Ah." The kid flinched as he stared at the women who looked at us. I could kinda understand. The chicks here were looking at me like they wanted to devour me (in the fun way).

"We're here to donate." The first to speak up after me was the woman closest to us.

"Your names please." The receptionist's switch to professionalism was kinda hot.

"Donovan Knoys." She wrote my name down and handed me a small packet of paper with a writing board and pen.

"Please fill out the forms. Should you require any assistance, feel free to ask me, my names Sandra." She gave me an obvious wink and turned to the kid. He looked at the forms and frowned slightly after spotting the required fields.

"Umm…I…" He kept glancing at the form, looking fidgety.

"He's here to check this place out with me. Once I'm done I'll let him know how it goes." I smiled at the receptionist and headed towards a spot away from the women who kept staring at us.

"You good?" After sitting down, I started filling out the form while talking quietly with the kid.

"That…" He was looking at me as I was filling out the section requiring my social security number. "I… I don't…"

"You illegal?" He flinched when I spoke. "You don't gotta worry, kid. I could care less about all that."

"Yea…"

"What're you doin' here?"

"I…I wanted…the money."

"Alright."

"Huh?"

"I don't need the cash they'll give me. I'll pass it over. Sound good?"

"What…" Before he could start talking again I got up with the completed forms.

"Heya, here's the stuff." I passed her the forms as she quickly began typing into her computer. "Quick question. How do you guys provide the reimbursement?"

"Oh, we can deposit it directly to your bank or provide you a check. Since your the first, we also have a limited amount of cash on hand that we can provide to those who wish for it before we run out." She was speaking to me while smiling and simultaneously typing away furiously.

"I gotcha." She finished typing and stood up, her tight fitting skirt accentuating her curves.

If you're ready you can follow me." She got up excitedly and grabbed my hand before leading me towards a back room. She started swaying her hips as she walked in front of me, doing her best to make her movements as seductively as possible. We made it to a small room where a comfortable chair, a sofa and a tv was set up.

"Here you are. The tv has plenty of special channels." She winked at me, enunciating the word special. "There's also a few magazines, but if you really need help, I'm happy to be-"

"What are you doing?" A cold voice brought my heating member to calm and caused the eyes of the woman in front of me to shake.

"D-doctor, I was just.."

"Stop. Go back and stay in my office, I'll be speaking with you in a moment."

"Mr. Knoys?" The doctor, a sharp looking Asian woman, strode in, sharp high heels clacking along the floor as she approached the sofa and sat down. She glanced harshly at the receptionist who reluctantly began to leave before speaking to me again. "Apologies Mr Knoys, I hope my employees didn't frighten you to much." She looked genuinely apologetic and somewhat afraid of my reaction. I was sexually harassed by the receptionist, I guess.

"It's fine. I'm not the type to shy away from that." I could only chuckle at her response as her eyes went slightly wide.

"Khm, well, I'm glad this experience didn't turn you away from what we are trying to accomplish here." She looked relieved and patted her decently sized chest as she spoke. "Please, if there's anything you wish for or need feel free to ask me. I am happy to oblige whatever you may require. I understand that you might be somewhat skeptical of the need for such government intervention, but please understand that, with how desperate the times are, having a single cup of your DNA could be the difference between finding a cure or going extinct as a species."

"It looks like you care a lot about this."

"Of course I do." She looked down for a moment before staring back up at me. "You must have noticed that I am incubation-born."

"I hadn't." Really, I don't even know what that means.

"Thank you Mr. Knoys, but it's alright. I understand the apprehension most people have towards those like me and have made it my life's goal to cure the mutation, even if only so children would not need to grow up like I had." Now I'm curious.

"Can I ask what your name is?"

"Ah, my apologies, you must be put off by…"

"Not at all, I just want to know your name. Really." She gave me a smile like she didn't believe me.

"Doctor Aina Imai."

"Thank you, I'm Donovan Knoys, my friends call me Donny." I offered a handshake which she obliged lightly.

"Nice to meet you Donovan." She stood up to leave, giving me a small smile before speaking again. "I'll leave you be, please leave the sample in this cup and be sure to seal it tightly. I'm sorry for taking up so much of your time." She gave me a small bow before leaving me alone.

I thought about her as I sat down. A woman of obvious Asian descent with straight shoulder length black hair that was split evenly, the left side of which was tucked behind her ear. She was on the shorter side only reaching my chest but was proportioned incredibly well. I had only paid attention to her face in that last moment before she bowed and left. She had a small mole just under her right eyebrow and a pair of deep black eyes, a purple coloring taking the bottom third of the eye's iris. I thought about asking her to 'help' me but, a woman like her, she deserves anything better than what I can offer.

It's funny, a lot of things showing up here in New York that remind me of my world.