All around me were the women in my life.
Lori, Christine, Ms. Green Eyes, Lanie, Jenn, Jane, my Mother and sister. They all stood around me, encircling me.
"Why am I here?" I asked. "What are you all doing here?"
My Mother took my hand and held it in hers.
I wanted out of the bed, but I was tied down.
The room was packed with women I'd known. From high school sweet hearts to one-night stands, it didn't matter, they were all jammed in my room.
All these women, one by one, kissed me and left.
I didn't want them to go. I didn't want to be alone.
I was in an operating room.
Someone stroked my hair.
It was Mike. He was smiling at me. "It'll be all right."
"I want to go home."
"I brought some friends over to assist."
Greg, Hugo, Eric and Drew suddenly stood around me.
"Honey," Hugo said, "You've hung around all of us for so long now."
"We've started thinking of you as one of us," Drew said.
"You know," Greg said. "One of the guys."
"So, we've decided to make you one," Eric said, holding up a large phallic object, and a needle and thread.
"It won't hurt a bit," Mike said, as he lowered the gas over my face.
I struggled. "No!" I screamed, my voice a muffled echo in the mask.
Then I blacked out.
"You have a problem with men," said the Disembodied Voice.
I opened my eyes.
I was in my therapist's office. Dr. Schroeder's blonde head was to big for his body, and he was improvising on an undersized baby grand piano.
He came over and put his hand on my thigh. He squeezed and slowly moved it up my leg.
I couldn't push his hand away.
He came even closer to me.
"Let's do some real therapy," he whispered. "To help you get in touch with your masculine side." I felt his hot breath on my neck.
"I..."
He kissed me and unzipped by jeans. He freed my newly implanted erection with his hand and stroked me.
I woke up, screaming.
