While the first day of the 5th semiannual San Diego Detachee convention had basically been a big party filled with food, booze and anonymous sex, the second day of the convention was filled with actual useful information and workshops. (Well, mostly, some gatherings were obviously just an excuse for more sex.) Randy looked at the schedule and saw there were workshops about special hygiene needs and sexuality for detaches. There was a group discussion about how loved ones treated detaches. And of course Randy saw companies had various products for sale at booths set up in the convention hall. One product that caught Randy's eye was a strap and a metal plate with wires that claimed to be able to allow a detachee to keep their genitals in their groin for extended periods of time.
Like many detaches, soon after his genitals fell of he had the obvious thought, "Why not just attach or glue them back onto my groin?" Well, an attempt with double sided sticky tape soon taught Randy the answer to that question. Keeping detached genitals too close to the groin they came from for very long caused painful nerve feedback and rashes from whatever magical or quantum entanglement force that was keeping them connected. Randy asked around about the plate strap, but several people who had tried it told him it was just a gimmick.
After a delicious breakfast Randy decided to go to a group discussion about how people have been treated by their partners and other family members since their change. There he confirmed his suspicions that some weird reversed gender discrimination was going on. Women who had detached vaginas seemed to get more sympathy and respect than guys with free range penises did. A loose vagina was much less likely to be passed around as a party favor than a loose penis was. The craziest story of spousal penis abuse Randy heard was from a 40 something guy from Cleveland named Thomas.
Thomas shared his story by saying, "So my wife comes up to me one day and says to me, 'Congratulations you're a father again'. Well, I know I hadn't felt my penis have anything other than normal sex for a while, so my 'fathering' had to be from that. My wife had her tubes tied after she turned into a chimpanzee and her other husband Carl's new vagina is filled with razor sharp teeth so I just looked at her and said 'who's the mother?' She then told me it was some chick at her work named Kelly Nelson I didn't even know!"
There were groans and tongue clucks of disapproval from the other people in the room.
Thomas thanked people for their sympathy and then continued his story, "So my wife tells me Kelly is a nice young four armed three breasted woman at her office and that I should consider myself very lucky because she's rather pretty. Her husband is a half human/half donkey creature that happens to also be fully female now. Kelly is married to him/her/it along with two other wives and none of her fellow wives turned male in any significant way, so their family is unable to procreate naturally now. Anyway my wife heard her sob story and thought to just give out my penis to this random woman to make a baby with! That's like rape or something. I asked her 'how would you like it if your vagina had fallen off you and I gave it to some lonely guy without telling you?' but she fails to see the comparison."
There was a brief discussion in the group about how Thomas should handle all this.
A woman in a nice suit spoke up next. "Well, I feel bad for the guys like Thomas who had their penises used as sex objects, but I have to say for the first year after this happened I WISHED my vagina had been used as a sex toy sometimes. My first husband Bill and I had only been married three months when change day hit, but neither of us seemed to have any signs of change so we just carried on as usual trying for a baby like we had been. When my abdomen started to swell we thought I was pregnant, but the tests came back negative. We hadn't known it at the time but of course my abdomen was swelling because all of my female organs were migrating into a feminine sphere. When the sphere detached from my body completely, my husband freaked out and was scared to even go near the thing!"
A couple of guys in the room chuckled and the woman continued, "Yeah, yeah, I know, I guess I like my men a little TOO submissive. Anyway, I am a VP at a high profile fund management firm so I obviously couldn't just carry my uh, big ball full of female bits into my office, so since he was a stay at home husband I told Bill he'd have to take care of it. He was hesitant but I'm a strong female lead and he's a sub so of course I got him to do it. That turned out to be a big mistake. Instead of being a man and taking CARE of my femininity and continue trying for a baby, he just started babying my sphere as though he were a doting mother! He'd wash it and powder it and do all of my urinary and feminine hygiene needs for me, but he stopped taking care of my WOMANLY needs. While I was at work instead of feeling sexually satisfied I'd usually feel my sphere at home being cradled in my husband's bosom."
A sort of creepy fat guy in the back chimed in, "Hell, if my wife still had a hoo-ha and left me home all day with it I'd do more than take care of it! She probably wouldn't be too productive while she was at work though!"
The woman gave an awkward sort of smile and said, "Uh, well, I guess I can't blame my hubby too much. At his next physical the doctor found out Bill is actually functionally female. His balls are now ovaries and he shoots eggs instead of sperm. All his new female hormones were killing his sex drive and turning up his maternal instinct. So I started dating again and found my second husband Susan. He used to be a woman before the change but now he's a six foot seven muscular man with the sex drive of two men! With Bill taking care of my sphere's physical needs and Susan, uhm, taking care of my sphere's more carnal needs, I have been able to stay at my job and have two wonderful children so far. Susan has been a great father to my kids too, and Bill has been a great, um, mother."
When the time came for Randy to share his own story he left out the part about his wives' taking over his penis. He focused more on how he used things besides his penis to keep all his wives happy. It was less embarrassing and was a more useful "share" for the group than another my wife stole my penis sob story. While Randy was talking he noticed a young woman with short cut red hair sitting in the back that seemed very enthralled with his tales of keeping his wives' many vaginas happy.
Later that day at lunch Randy saw the same short haired red head from the group session come over and sit by him. She introduced herself as Darla.
She looked right at Randy and told him, "You know, I came here for a reason, but, it wasn't until the stuff that happened last night and then hearing your story today was I SURE I wanted to go through with it."
"Do what?" Randy asked in between bites of his food.
Darla leaned in towards Randy and whispered, "I want to, you know, pet out my pussy."
"Pet out?"
Darla rolled her eyes and said with exasperation, "Geeze, don't pretend you never heard of petting. Now that it's legal we can talk about it openly you know. It's become the hot new thing at conventions like this. In fact there is a gathering of guys in the Cottage Suite room here in this hotel that are hoping detachee women like me will come over and make them pet owners. Some are even offering big money for what I'm offering you. Hell, why do you think this convention is being held at the friggin Hotel Del Coronado and is offering up unlimited free seafood buffets and free liquor? Hadn't you wondered who is paying for all this?"
Randy actually had wondered who was footing the bill for this over the top affair. The ticket had only been $50 and he had eaten about $200 worth of lobster alone so far. But, Randy still had no idea what the hell this odd woman was talking about. He just kind of sighed and told her, "I'm not being cagey. I REALLY don't know what petting is. I'm not well versed in detachee culture. I guess that's why I came here."
Darla rolled her eyes yet again and told Randy, "Petting is when a detachee gives their genitals to someone else permanently. The new 'pet owners' take care of the other person's thing like a pet. For submissive people like me, the thought of doing it is very hot!"
Randy's jaw dropped at hearing this and said, "What? That just sounds crazy. How do I know this isn't a scam? Maybe you just want me to take your pussy so you can report it stolen or raped and sue me for 80 bazillion dollars or something."
Darla just shook her head and pulled out some papers from her back pocket. "I have legal paperwork with me, a GU1246 form complete with my test results showing my vagina is disease free. Selling your detached body parts or any other effects of your personal transformation is totally legal under the Transformation Victims' Rights Act. You'd have to give me one dollar for legality issues and then we'd just need it notarized by the hotel concierge and my vagina would become your legal property. "
Randy had heard about stuff like this about a year ago, but the term petting must be new. A Mississippi judge had ruled in favor of three people who had been arrested selling a strange purple fluid their new bodies produced online. The fluid was some crazy aphrodisiac that made women crave sex like crazy, but only sex with black guys. In some cases the "purple rain" as it was called was so effective the victims permanently became addicted to sex with black men and became physically ill if they had sex with anyone other than a black guy. Even though the people USING the fluids on unsuspecting women were criminals, the judge ruled people SELLING the fluid had the right to do so that under the TVR act's personal ownership clause. The case opened the door for all kinds of crazy things coming up for sale on the internet, including people's detached body parts! Randy looked over the form and it looked legit and in order. He just looked back at Darla and asked her the obvious question, "But WHY?"
Darla smiled sheepishly and told him, "I am a very submissive woman and this is the ULTIMATE act of submission. My husband is in no condition to take care of my sexual needs anymore, and I know he'd be ok with me doing this. I thought about going to petout.net or maybe even to the creepers at the Marriot, but, I didn't want to go those routes. I wanted to find a fellow detachee who is a strong lead that knows not only what it's like to have this condition, but also how to take care of a woman's needs. I think you are that person I am looking for Randy. I want you to have my pussy. I want you to take care of it for me, in every way that a pussy needs to be taken care of."
"Wait. What do you mean you 'know' he'd be ok with this? You haven't TOLD him? Whatever your husband is now you should try to talk or otherwise communicate with him about this before you do it.
Darla sighed, looked at the ground and quietly said, "My husband is a pair of panties. I'm wearing him right now in fact. If I still had my 'you know what' in my crotch at least he'd be um, intimate with me in that way still. But of course whenever I wear him he just sits against bare skin anyhow. I know he'd want me to be happy and this would make me happy."
Randy had heard about people turning into inanimate objects during their transformations. Even though they can't communicate, tests have revealed neural activity is present with the objects, so they are still conscious. It must be a horrible fate. Randy briefly thought about Darla's poor husband. Not only was he an object, but he was a pair of panties who had to sit in his wife's mostly empty crotch and listen to her sell her pussy to some stranger for a dollar.
After a bit of thinking Randy told Darla, "I'm sorry about your husband, but even if he'd be ok with this I don't know if my wives would be ok with me "
"SO?!?", Darla shot back with a scowl, " You're a LEAD aren't you? Just tell them this is the way it is!"
Randy thought about it and realized Darla was on to something. He was a lead. Over the last couple years he had let his wives get sort of out of control. Bringing in a sixth wife, well, PART of a sixth wife was his legal right as a marriage lead. He agreed to Darla's proposal.
After lunch Darla and Randy had the GU1246 'sale of transformation byproduct' form notarized by a visibly uncomfortable hotel concierge and Randy became the proud owner of a detached female sex orifice. It was not exactly a wedding, but the process legally gave Randy another vagina to service anyway.
Since Darla's, well now RANDY'S vagina was still in storage, Darla and Randy hung out at the convention for the rest of the day. They ended up going to a workshop called "Becoming Whole With Yourself", but they wet mostly for entertainment value. It was some hippie nut job who thought she could teach people to "commune" with their detached body part. The crazy hippie lady leading the class literally had an elephant penis, so why she was at a convention for detaches was a mystery.
That evening after the convention had shut down for the day and people checked out their equipment for the night, Darla took Randy up to her room and handed over her womanhood. Randy saw it was the vulva only type and not a sphere, and it had the same milky white fair complexion that Darla had. At the top of the cleft there was a small tuft of red pubic hair and a few other red pubic hairs were spread over the outer lips of the pussy.
Turning over the flat strip of feminine flesh in his hands he was amazed by how much more complex female detachments compared to his free range penis. The vagina of course is not some external organ like a penis, it is an OPENING into a woman's body. That meant when Randy held the vagina face side up in his hand he could look down several inches into Darla's vaginal canal even though the detached flap of labia majora he held was only maybe 3/4ths of an inch thick.
Randy looked at Darla and asked her, "Are you sure you want to do this? I mean, do you really want to have no control at all over your most intimate body part? Do you want to have text me or something every time you need to go to the bathroom?"
Darla smiled and said, "Yes I'm sure about this. And I won't be texting you or calling you either. This pussy is yours now so you'll have to figure out its bathroom needs on your own. Just tap on the back of it three times when you want it to pee, and I'll relax my bladder muscles whenever I feel three taps on the back part. Eventually my brain will get conditioned and I'll even do it if I'm sleeping, it'll be a subconscious thing I won't have to think about anymore. I'm sure it'll have a couple accidents at first before you find a rhythm that it likes, but lots of people have worked this out and you can too. Oh, the other thing you'll have to do is put tampons in it when it gets its period and you gotta take it in for gynecological exams."
Randy was amazed Darla was already talking about her pussy like it was something that wasn't a part of her. She sounded like she was handing over a dog she didn't want to take care of anymore. She simply thanked Randy one last time and then ushered him out of her room. Randy was left standing in the hallway holding the detached pussy of a young red headed woman he owned.
After Randy got back to his room he looked over his new "pet" some more, carefully observing the strange physics at work with the separated orifice. The more he handled the vagina of course, the more it began to grow moist with arousal. Carefully, Randy brought the pussy up to his face and gave it a gentle lick. It tasted sweeter than any of his wives pussies; Darla had a sweet feminine nectar with very little sourness to it. Randy felt the pussy quiver in his hand as his tongue brushed it gently and intimately. Forging forward Randy began to eat out his pet pussy. He thought he brought it to several orgasms, but without the rest of the woman in the room it was hard to tell. Finally, when juices began to drip from it Randy thought his "pet" was ready to fuck. He went to his dresser and fetched his dick which had grown hard with excitement at the prospect of joining with its new mate.
Holding the pussy in his left hand and his hard cock in his right he brought the two together for the first time. Randy watched as his penis disappeared into the thin strip of flesh. It was crazy to think the end of his penis was actually leaving the room and was inside of a woman at the other end of the hotel.
Darla's pussy felt amazing, the kind of amazing you only feel with a fresh young woman. Randy had full control over both the pussy and his cock and he used his unnatural leverage advantage to give himself (and hopefully Darla) some amazing sex. After he had shot his load, Randy pulled his deflating penis out of the "feminine space time wormhole" that Darla's pussy technically was and thus brought it back fully into the room again. Looking down into the now slightly agape opening he saw his semen down inside Darla. Her body had just been invaded and filled with cum from a man on the other side of the hotel. Randy imagined it must be an even more helpless feeling than when his own dick was missing, Darla's body was the RECEIVING end of a fucking she couldn't control.
As he saw his load of cum oozing from the well fucked pussy in his hand Randy realized he had forgotten to ask Darla if she was on any sort of birth control! He had been with his wives on birth control so long he had stopped thinking about stuff like that. He took the pussy to the sink and flushed out as much of his stuff as he could. He would have to remind Darla tomorrow if she was still in charge of contraception or if he had to use a condom on his new pet.
Randy looked for Darla on the last day of the convention, but didn't see her. She had apparently checked out the hotel already. He doubted he would ever see her again.
After the convention Randy went home and told his wives about his new pet. He had been strong and confident as he told them, and their inner submissive sides responded to that. There were a few minor objections of course, but they were in a sharing marriage already.
The woman this vagina was cosmically attached to was thousands of miles away now. Taking care of someone's body part when you never saw the rest of them was very odd, and after a while Randy inevitably started treating the pussy differently. Since the owner of the pussy was nowhere around to give any sort of feedback about what she was feeling on her separated womanhood, Randy inevitably started to think of the vagina as not so much a part of a person, but rather just a separate thing on its own. He had to rely on things like movement, secretions and other things on the vagina itself to determine what was going on with it. Each morning Randy would take his patch of vulva to the bathroom and give it three taps on the skin on the back of it. The vulva would do its bathroom business and Randy would then wash it off in the sink always being careful that it was under warm water. Randy actually really came to think of the detached pussy as a strange sort of pet. Of course one did not usually have sex with a "pet".
After several months had gone by Randy figured it was time to take his pet vagina in for a gynecological exam. Randy called Darla to warn her he was taking her vagina in for an exam, but found that Darla's phone had been disconnected. After a search online he found that she had moved but left no forwarding address. Randy had no way to contact her, and he figured that was probably the idea.
Randy made the appointment and when he finally went to it he saw that he was not the only guy in the waiting room. It was not uncommon to see guys in a gynecologist's office these days; a lot of guys had vaginas now. Of course, not too many of them were carrying one around in their pocket. In the exam room Randy simply handed the detached female part to the gynecologist and she only seemed a little surprised looking at the detached part of a woman she had in her hand. She probably had done this before at least once. She placed the vagina on the exam table and Randy watched her give a full exam to it. No doubt Darla got a surprise when she felt the speculum go into her! At the end the exam the doctor looked at Randy and she told him, "Well, tell whoever this belongs to everything looks ok. I'll have the results of the pap smear I'll be sending you soon."
The vagina of Darla simply became known as Darla. In addition to his solo sexual relations with "Darla", the vagina became an active part of the marital sex life for Randy and his regular wives. Mary even volunteered a few times to eat out Darla in the same way her simulated female partners ate her out. The wives even showed interest in taking care of Darla from time to time. Sometimes when he was watching TV Randy liked to place Darla in his mouth and just kind of roll it around with his tongue. The copious amounts of sweet female juices that came of her let Randy know his pet pussy liked it, a LOT.
About a year later Randy was at work one slow Tuesday afternoon when suddenly he felt his pant leg get very wet. He thought maybe his pet pussy had peed but it had been a very long time since it had an accident like that. Plus, the volume of the fluid told him something else was going on. Randy went into the bathroom and took out the detached pussy to find it was dilating .a lot. Randy suddenly realized the fluid had been a water breaking! His pet pussy was having a baby! Poor Darla the person had gone through a whole pregnancy wherever she was, and was now in labor without a vagina! Randy couldn't believe he hadn't noticed his pet hadn't gotten a period in a while but he had just assumed his wives were taking care of that sort of stuff. Randy ran out of the office and rushed to get his vagina to the hospital before a baby came out of it.
Being in the delivery room with just a detached vagina laying on a gurney was something that would have only been in maybe a sci-fi movie just a few years ago. Now, the delivery team just acted normally, they probably had even seen weirder things than this in here since change day. The doctor did ask Randy if the mother would be showing up for the delivery, but he said no, and that he didn't even know where she was. Randy still had no way of even contacting Darla, so the doctors had to press firmly into the back of the detached vagina to signal to Darla when she had to push.
Finally, after three hours of labor a healthy baby boy emerged from the opening. The doctors cut the umbilical cord that still connected the baby to its mother a thousand or more miles away. It was amazing to think the child had just instantly traveled many miles from his mother's abdomen to this delivery room.
One thing was for sure, Randy knew it surely wouldn't be last amazing thing that would happen to his son in this amazing and crazy new world.
