This Gender Reversed World Ain’t for Me (RSM)

A police officer was definitely the last person I wanted to meet during my first donation session, and yet I managed to draw exactly that.

'How did she even find out which center I was in? Is that legal?'

I couldn't help but wonder if my entire life was being tracked at this very moment.

We walked into the lobby, which was surprisingly devoid of people. Just a lone, uniformed secretary standing by the main counter.

"Welcome to The Seed Bank, ladies... and gentleman! How may I be of service?" She chirped, her eyes immediately locking on me.

She looked normal, as normal as any middle-aged woman could look in a uniform, with her hair tied in a tight bun and a pair of thick-rimmed glasses sitting on her nose.

Willow spoke first. "We have an appointment for Damien. A standard donation procedure."

The secretary's face pulled into this particular knowing smile with that twinkle in her eye. I couldn't help but groan inwardly. "Ah, yes! Mr. Winters, we've been expecting you." She checked the computer in front of her. "And you're right on time. Please, have a seat and I'll call for the nurse to come and get you."

Freya gently steered me towards the waiting area, and Mom gave my hand a reassuring squeeze before letting go. I sat down, and they both sat on either side of me, as if I might try to bolt at any moment.

It was a bit suffocating, and I couldn't help but feel like a prisoner waiting to be executed. Well, the only thing about to be executed was my dick, but still.

The lobby was quiet, which kind of made it worse.

The occasional sound of a door opening and closing, or the hushed conversation between the secretary and someone on the phone.

It made me feel like I was the only guy in the whole building. And, considering the purpose of this place, it was likely. The Seed Bank probably didn't have many men walking through its doors at the same time.

"......"

Just as that thought crossed my mind, a door down the hallway clicked open.

A man emerged, maybe a few years older than me, with sandy hair that flopped over his forehead.

He moved with a strange, shuffling gait, shoulders hunched inward as if trying to make himself smaller. His eyes, when they briefly met mine, were hollowed-out, rimmed with shadows.

He looked away quickly, his cheeks flushing a deep crimson as he adjusted the waistband of his jeans with a furtive tug.

The nurse who followed him out, a young woman with a clipboard, gave him a pat on the shoulder. "Thank you for your donation, sir. You're helping to build a premium future."

The man just nodded mutely, his eyes glued to the floor, and made a beeline for the exit, avoiding any further eye contact. As he passed by our little group, I saw his hands shaking slightly.

Mom and Freya didn't pay him much attention, their focus still on me.

I, on the other hand, couldn't look away.

The guy was a wreck.

Damn.

Is this what I'm going to be like when I'm done? A shell of a man, shuffling out of here with my dignity in tatters?

"Mr. Winters?"

A voice pulled me out of my thoughts.

I looked up to see a nurse in light blue scrubs standing in front of me, a kind smile on her face. "Are you ready?"

I nodded. "Yeah."

'For a premium future.' I told myself. I wish this could've been done back home, at least, in the comfort of my own room.

Mom and Freya stood up as I did. "We'll be right here when you're done, sweetheart." Mom assured me.

"Remember, just relax and let it happen naturally." Freya added with a wink, which was not at all helpful or reassuring.

I gave them a tight smile and followed the nurse down the hallway. Yeah, more than the 'clinical' wank itself, what was worse was my parents seeing me off to do it and patiently waiting for me in the waiting room.

The nurse led me into a room that looked more like a hotel suite than a medical facility.

There was a large, comfortable-looking bed, a small sitting area with a couch and a coffee table, and a big screen TV mounted on the wall. The lights were dimmed, and there was even a faint scent of lavender in the air.

"This is your private donation room." The nurse explained, gesturing around. "You can make yourself comfortable on the bed or the couch, whichever you prefer. The remote for the TV is on the nightstand, and you can choose from a selection of... stimulating materials to help you along. Or, if you'd like, we have a VR headset that can provide a more... immersive experience."

'Oh, fuck me. I'm in a fancy wank bank.'

I felt a hysterical laugh bubbling up my throat, but managed to suppress it. "I think I can manage on my own."

"Of course." The nurse nodded, her smile unwavering. "Oh, naturally, if you require any sort of assistance with the process, we have a wide range of trained professionals ready to provide you with the stimulation you may need. I can call for one, if you'd like."

I stared at her, trying to discern if she was joking. She looked dead serious. "You're actually serious?"

She blinked, not understanding. "Yes. It's part of our premium service to ensure you have a pleasant and successful donation experience. Oh, I see... if you wish to have a parent or relative to help you with the extraction, that's also within the realm of possibilities."

"No! No... that won't be necessary." I quickly interjected, the thought of my mother or aunt 'helping' me in this endeavor was just... what, exactly?

Because at least where it concerned Freya, I did feel a twinge of something at the pit of my stomach and I was not going to dig deeper into that.

I must've been giving off this pained expression because the nurse's smile turned a little more sympathetic. "Don't be nervous, Mr. Winters. It's a perfectly normal and natural process. Here, let me show you the collection cup."

She walked over to a small, discreetly placed cabinet and took out a clear, plastic container, about the size of a shot glass, with a lid.

"You just have to... fill this up. The lab will take care of the rest." She handed it to me.

I took it, feeling a bit ridiculous holding it in my hand.

"Do you have any questions?"

"No... thank you."

"Alright then." She said, still smiling. "I'll just leave you to it. Just do it like you did last time, and when you're done, just press the call button and I'll come collect the donation. Take your time, no rush."

"Thank you." I mumbled, feeling a bit dazed.

The nurse left, closing the door behind her, leaving me alone in the donation suite.

I looked at the VR headset with a feeling akin to awe. I thought they'd drop some good 'ol mags with erotic imagery or something, and here we have state of the art technology to improve masturbation quality.

'Get on with the times, old man.'

I sat on the bed, not quite ready to start, but certainly to evaluate my options.

'Might as well see what I have to deal with first.'

I decided to peruse the mags to start; and up to that point there was nothing particularly different from what I used to. Women posing, blatantly showing their assets. Their thighs, their butts, their boobies and vaginas.

They weren't very subtle about what their ultimate purpose is; a visual feast and food for thoughts for any man seeking the carnal delights of an earthly woman.

I put them back on the table. I turned on the TV next, and a catalogue of videos came up on the screen. "Let's see." I made myself comfortable on the couch. As I scrolled through the selection, I couldn't help but lean forward in shock.

The selection was...outrageous. 'What the fuck is this shit?'

"Dominating a Man."

"Making him Beg."

"Mommy's Sweet Submissive Son."

"Gloryhole Service."

"Good Boy Gets a Treat."

"Oops, I Bred a Male."

"Teaching Him Manners."

It was all videos of women dominating shy, seemingly 'willing' men in different settings, and while I could understand the appeal, I had to wonder if any of this was actually legal, and if the men featured were acting or just straight up being used for all intents and purposes.

I mean, there was a difference between a little rough roleplay, and these straight up abuse-fest videos.

I suppose I wasn't going to be the judge of it, but to have a whole section of videos dedicated to this particular fetish did make me question whether any of the actresses or actors (if you could call men who barely moved or spoke actors) were fully willing participants.

Then again, there must've been a couple of dudes in this world who might be more receptive towards transactional intimacy than others. If there were singers and actors, why not AV actors as well?

That forum I sifted through didn't paint the whole picture.

Anyway, that was not what I was here to judge. I was simply judging the practical application of these 'tools' for my own personal use.

And so far there wasn't a single video that I felt would actually make the donation easier or faster. In fact, the catalog itself was quite limited. As in, around ten videos, with some of them being older than I was.

I'd click on them out of sheer curiosity, but nothing else.

"......"

xXx

Freya

Willow was fidgeting.

Freya, on the other hand, was sitting quite calmly, legs crossed, a serene smile on her face as she watched her sister go through the five stages of grief, before reaching the final one—acceptance.

"I'm sure he's fine, Willow." Freya said, patting her sister's hand. "It's just a routine procedure."

Willow nodded, but her eyes were still fixed on the door where Damien had disappeared. "I know... it's just... he seemed so reluctant."

Freya hummed, leaning back on the chair. "Well, it's understandable. It's not exactly a pleasant experience, you know..." She made vulgar jerking motions with a fist. "In a cold room, with a cup... it's a bit dehumanizing."

"True..." Willow sighed, her brows furrowing in worry. "I just wish we could make it easier for him."

Freya was about to reply, when Willow's phone started ringing. "It's Damien's school." Willow huffed in annoyance. "I'll pick it up, you stay here, okay?"

"Oh, I'm going nowhere."

Willow stood up and briskly walked out of the building.

Freya watched Willow's retreating back with a thoughtful expression. She stood up gracefully and approached the reception desk. The secretary looked up. "Yes?"

"Excuse me." Freya began softly. "I'm Damien's Aunt, and I'm a little worried about him... he's been different, lately. You know how men are." She waved a hand, as if to emphasize just how peculiar and prickly men could actually be. "I just want to make sure he's doing alright in there. Is there any way I can check up on him?"

The secretary gave her a sympathetic look. "I understand your concern, ma'am. But patient privacy is our utmost priority. We cannot allow any unauthorized personnel into the donation rooms. Damien hasn't requested any 'aid' either, so I can't let you in unless he specifically requests for it."

Freya gave her a small, regretful smile. "Oh, that's a shame. I was just hoping to offer him some moral support. He's always been a bit shy about these things, you see."

"I understand, but rules are rules." The secretary said, tapping her keyboard. "Although, I can assure you that he is perfectly fine. Our staff are highly trained to handle any issues that may arise."

'Any issues? What issues? Like laying your filthy hands on him? Bet y'all can't wait for it.'

Freya clenched her jaw, but kept her smile in place. She put her hands on the counter and leaned in slightly. "But... I'm sure you can make an exception, right? I mean, I'm his family. I just want to make sure he's not having any difficulties. Wouldn't that also pose an issue for the clinic itself?"

The secretary's eyes flickered towards the hallway, then back to Freya. She hesitated.

"Please?" Freya added exasperatedly. "He really didn't want to come here today, I'm just worried he's not cooperating. You know how stubborn men can get."

The secretary stubbornly shook her head. "I'm sorry, but unless specifically requested, I can't allow it. It's against our policy."

Freya straightened up, her expression cooling down a few degrees. "I see. That's a shame." She made a tsking sound with her tongue. "I guess I'll just have to wait then."

She returned to her seat, crossed her legs, picked up her phone and promptly texted Damien.

—Damien?

—Yes?

The reply was surprisingly quick.

—I actually forgot to give you something that might help. But the secretary is being a bitch and won't let me hand it over to you. Can you ask for her to let me in?

There was a pause.

—What is it?

—A little something to help you... relax. Trust me, it'll make the whole process much more enjoyable.

—......

Another pause, longer this time.

—I'll try.

She smiled pleasantly, humming a tune to herself as she waited. And she didn't even have to wait long as the secretary received a call from one of the nurses and her whole demeanor changed in a second.

"Ah... yes, I understand. Of course." The secretary then hung up and looked at Freya. "You can go in, Ms Winters. Room number three." She pointed down a corridor.

"Thank you!" Freya beamed, standing up. "I'll just be a minute."

"......"

She strode down the hallway, her high heels clicking on the polished floor. She found the door with the number three and knocked softly.

"Damien? It's me. Can I come in~?"