No other options.

Three hundred years ago a deadly virus went airborne, it was then that the world fell into a trap of false government ideas and lies.

Scientists were asked to create a cure for the virus, but instead, they create a secret drug.

When the government discovered this a male and female from every house were ordered to join a secret facility, failure to respond to this order would most likely kill you.

Over time scientists work desperately to create an immunity shot to the virus, but nothing worked.

Birth rates dropped by the thousands, the virus seemed to attack women of purity age.

For six years there were no births recorded.

How can you fight a silent killer? This was writing on the lab walls, giving couples false hope.

For fifty years the experimental drug was held from the public, that's was until the new King took over and raided the labs.

News spread around the world of this new pill that would mutant males to be able to carry a child to term as a woman would.

This first birth recorded nearly sixty years after the virus outbreak.

That woman who gave birth was my great-grandmother.

Falling on the bed, holding the letter in my hand. The test subject order, when I was told I would lose my house and business if I didn't join this X-O program it really pissed me off.

The X-O drug was released to the public ten years ago, but doctors are still testing side effects and possible mutations. I'm the fifth generation of Gage to enlist, I should be proud, but no!

There was one more thing... I'm a straight man, not a female as doctors were made to believe. Every check-up Mom put me in dresses and braided my hair, she cut it.

I almost believe my mom was trying to save me, (That didn't work) the government still found me.

Tomorrow is a very busy day and my last day of freedom for two years.

Huffing stomping through my one-room rundown shack, snatching my keys, if this is my last night free I'm going to get laid and ride my bike.

Jumping on the seat of my Indian Scout Sportsbike, hitting the throttle as I started it up. knocking the kickstand back after I hocked my full-face helmet.

Speeding down the road into the sunset...