The Female Within Me,

I worked with a man and we had a good relationship. He was in his 30s and I was in my mid 20s. He invited me to lunch on my birthday, we went to this bistro in the museum district. After lunch he asked me if I had ever seen the Body Worlds exhibition, which was at the museum of natural science. I said no, I had no idea what it was.

He took me after calling the office and letting them know where we were and it was my birthday present. It was shocking to me, I was silent because I was scared and uncomfortable, I held his hand like a little girl, he explained a lot to me, organs, body parts, whole bodies of men and women in poses. One was a female who was young in a starting position of a foot race. We stood looking at it, from behind, her sex and anus clear as day. He held me asking me if it made me uncomfortable to see what I was, how my female organs worked.

We went outside and sat on a bench, I was still holding his hand. We talked about the nature of things, the animal in us, our sexual being, we talked about my vagina, my clitoris, my anus, my uterus, my breasts, my ovaries, in clear, scientific, animalistic detail. Its maybe time for me to come to terms with being female, not a girl, a woman, a female human, designed for one thing. And he was the male human.

We went to a motel and had me undress and fold my clothes, stand beside him naked, in front of the mirror. His broad shoulders, his penis, my hips, my breasts, my hand so small in his, my face so small beside him, my height, my weight, my lack of body hair, his hairy chest and face, male human, female human. Intercourse was nothing like I expected, we mated, we didn't make love. He emptied his sperm laden semen in me, he held me down explaining how his sperm was at war with me, in a mad dash to find my egg and fertilize it.

I sat naked on the bed in front of him, his penis which had just been inside me, his semen still inside of me, his sperm still battling its way towards my egg which was there waiting to be fertilized. In my mind I could feel my egg in my fallopian tube, visible in my mind from the wax figure in the museum. I stood, and walked around the bed and bent over to pick up my underwear, feeling his eyes staring at my anus, my vagina. He was the male in the room, he could look, touch, take, it was his that afternoon.

Dressing in front of him, from female to woman. He dressed, no longer the male, the man again whose hand I held. We returned to the office, he told me I could go home. He kissed me, a deep and long kiss, I was a woman now and he was kissing me as a woman. At home I changed into my night dress and went to bed, laying on my back feeling his sperm inside of me. I would conceive in a day or two when his sperm surrounded my egg and fertilized it.

At times I hold his hand, not as a woman, as the female of the two. My pregnant belly out in front for everyone to see. Everyone knows this male took this female and now she is growing a human inside of her. A baby, not a fetus anymore, a baby growing to be born. A man's baby, a woman's baby, a father, a mother, a male, a female. This is what nature does. I hold his hand. Like a little girl walking beside her father, walking now beside her man.