"No way," the slender black woman said, approaching Jon and examining him, "Men are myths. That's kid-story stuff."
"Oh yeah? Then how do you explain this?" The bespectacled blonde walked up to Jon and lifted up his t-shirt, the only article of clothing he had on, and displayed his penis for everyone to see.
Every woman in the room gasped. A short, athletic woman fainted. Jon blushed and quickly covered himself with his hands.
"See?" The blonde continued, "A man! It has to be!"
"Maybe she's just a mutant of some kind, a freak."
"He," Jon spoke for the first time, "The pronoun is 'he'."
Female voices around the room sounded out the new word, trying to get the pronunciation just right.
"Um, so I don't know what's going on here," Jon continued, "But yes, I'm a man."
Another gasp of surprise.
"We've got to call the government!" the red-head said, jumping up from the couch, "This could be the most important discovery in the history of the world!"
"Discovery?" Jon said, "What happened to all the men? I don't understand!"
The women looked at him as if he were crazy. Of course, Jon couldn't quite follow. Before he had awoken in the laundry room, the world was evenly populated with men and women. Now, thanks to his irresponsible wish, every man on the planet had been erased from existence. Every man but him, that is.
"There aren't any men," a woman with a German accent and succulent lips answered, "We've all heard fairy tales about them, but for all of written history there haven't been any."
"Fairy tales?" he asked.
"Oh yes, we've all grown up with them," the German continued, "Gretel and the Woodsman, Snow White and the Seven Gigolos, and who can forget The Pied Penis of Hamelin!" All the women giggled at that one, obviously remembering some baudy detail that escaped Jon's mind.
"I don't know what happened," Jon explained, "But when I fell asleep there were plenty of men in the world, as many as there are women! Then I woke up in the laundry room and poof! Here I am!"
The red-head who had suggested turning him into the government approached him with sympathy on her face. "Maybe I was too rash, wanting to get rid of you. You seem nice enough. What do you think, ladies, should we keep him?"
Sounds of ascent rounded the room, leaving Jon feeling safer than he had minutes earlier.
"Well if that's the case," the red-head continued, "We'll have to be careful. If anyone ever found out that we had a real live man, you'd be gone in a heart-beat! Sally?" the red-head turned to a brunette standing nearby, "This is your place. Do you think you might have some clothes that might fit her?"
"Him," Jon interjected.
"Oh, him then," she said, "Any clothes that might fit him?"
Sally walked up and grabbed Jon's hand, pulling him in the direction of his old bedroom. "Oh, I'm sure we can find something."
