Author : Henry Otis Clarke
â€œSo now what?â€ Taylor asked as she sat across from Jackie.
â€œI donâ€™t know,â€ Jackie shrugged, â€œI guess we open it up and read the directions.â€
They stared at the box on the kitchen table, excited at the prospect of parenthood.
It was the size of a twelve pack of beer. Its flat glossy surface was embossed with the words â€˜Make a baby today!â€™ in bright yellow letters on a field of green. The return address read; Kidsquik Birthing Company PO Box 12854 Modesto California.
Jackie cut open the box with a utility knife sheâ€™d taken from the counter drawer. Inside, beneath a layer of styrofoam peanuts was a container labeled â€˜Kidsquik Instapreg.â€™ Smaller letters declared â€œAll you need for auto-insemination.â€
Jackie could hardly keep still. Her eyes widened with anticipation. â€œWow!â€ she said brushing back a lock of hair the color of burnt sienna, â€œjust think; by tonight I could be a Fommy.â€
Taylor leaned forward coyly, letting her own jet-black micro-braids brush her jaw line. â€œOr we both use it and be Fommies together.â€
â€œYeah! Thatâ€™ll be great; raising our kids as together, teaching them about life, watching them grow.â€
â€œAnd having conniptions when they screw up!â€
They burst out laughing at that, both thinking of their own mishaps along lifeâ€™s road and how their Fommies handled the various crises of infancy, pre-pubescence, adolescence and beyond. Jackie grew serious and looked at her friend. â€œHey Tay? Iâ€™ve been thinking about something for a long time now.â€
â€œSomething like what?â€
â€œWell,â€ Jackie began cautiously, â€œremember the old vids of how things were way back when?â€
Suspicion registered on Taylorâ€™s face. â€œwhat do you mean â€˜the way things were?â€
â€œI mean the way things were when the world had both men and women. When there were both Mommies and Daddies to raise kids. When there were boyfriends for those who wanted them.â€
Taylor laughed incredulously, â€œYouâ€™re kidding right? You donâ€™t really mean that do you?â€
â€œâ€Why not? The kit does comes with a Y chromosome compound, why shouldnâ€™t we use it?â€
Taylor blew hard through her lips, making them flutter. â€œBecause we donâ€™t need males anymore. Whatâ€ have you forgotten your history lessons?â€
Jackie stood up from the kitchen table and walked over to the fridge. She opened it and peered inside, pretending to search for something way in back.
Taylor knew that trick. â€œI know you can hear me Jack, you remember how life was when the men were around. Wars. All the time wars over everything. And even when we had equality, we always got the short end of the stick! We should thank God for a gender specific virus that wiped out the Y-chromosomes. Cloning cells with Y-chromes these days is seen more as a gag than anything else. For the first time in Human history, we actually have peace! Why throw it away just to bring a male into the world?â€
Jackie retrieved an Estro-Cola and closed the fridge door. She popped the can open and took a long slow sip. She gasped, returned to the table and sat. She smiled. â€œTay girl, havenâ€™t you ever wondered what it would be like? I mean, not all men were bad. There were some good ones you know.â€
â€œYeah thatâ€™s true but to take a chance like that! I mean think jack, what if we bring problems back into the world?â€
â€œWe can teach him to do right canâ€™t we? Heâ€™d be the only male in the world. Where could he learn aggression from if we donâ€™t teach him?â€
Taylor opened the container. Folded over a series of test tubes and inserters were the instructions. She spread the single sheet out, looking at the directional diagrams.
They show how to mix the solution and insert it into the vagina. She glanced up at Jackie who was finishing her soda. â€œYou think we can really teach him Jack? Can we make a better Man?â€
Jackie reached across the table and took Taylorâ€™s hand. â€œWe can do anything. I want you to be the fommy of my child.â€ Taylor blushed. Her eyes grew moist. I want you to be my childâ€™s fommy too.â€ She sighed.
â€œAlright then,â€ she gave a resolved smile, â€œletâ€™s do it. A Male you will have.â€
Jackie grinned stood leaned over and they kissed. She sat back down placed her hands behind her head and gazed up at the ceiling.
â€œI think I want twins.â€
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