Building Pandora Ch. 01

It was over that quickly. In the course of one woman's lifetime, she had destroyed the entire human race.

It started in 2008. A researcher named Dr. Panela Dora discovered a symbiotic life form living in the bloodstream of almost every species of shark. It was discovered that this life form, dubbed the Dora Bacterium, had unique cancer fighting qualities, and was the reason sharks rarely got cancer.

Within weeks, the FDA was pouring money into her research. In two months, she had isolated the bacterium. In three, she was testing the bacterium on lab mice. By the fourth month, the first human trial of the Dora Serum commenced. The subject was Jocelyn Nunez, long time sufferer of ovarian cancer, and Pan's twin sister.

By the same time the next year, over 500,000 women worldwide were given this miracle cure. As women across the globe were cured of their afflictions, millions of women lined up to be immunized, first women at risk for cancer, then those with histories of cancer in their families, and finally anyone seeking the peace of mind from immunization. It seemed as though the world was finally at peace.

Then, Jocelyn fell terribly ill.

The bacterium, it was later discovered, had exhausted the cancerous tissues that served as its primary food supply. Over millennia, the bacterium had evolved to devour cancerous tissues whilst abundant, but then to recede and lay dormant inside the body of its shark host, subsisting off of trace minerals until its natural food supply once again became abundant.

But the bacterium hardly recognized the flesh of its new mammal hosts, and after dealing with the immediate threats, began attacking its own unfamiliar host bodies. In the next year, tens of millions of women succumbed to what was once hailed as humanity's savior.

Then, the situation turned bad.

Women who had never gone in for immunization began succumbing to the Dora Bacterium. Bodies of women were piled in dreadful stacks when there was no more resources (or, rather, will)to bury them. This created breeding grounds for the bacterium, and near major bodies of fresh water, proper steps weren't taken. The bacterium managed to invade major reservoirs, and women were exposing themselves without even knowing it. The death toll was staggering.

On May 5, 2011, the last woman on Earth died. Panela Dora, who had managed to avoid contracting the bacterium, hanged herself in the very lab where she had first introduced the bacterium into her sister.

The final tally saw over 4,500,000,000 people dead. The entire female population of humans was gone. Millions of men died from the bacterium, although the Dora was tailor engineered for the female body, and thus by late 2011, the bacterium was where it belonged. In sharks, without a single trace left on the surface, especially after an angry horde of men stormed Dr. Dora's lab and razed it to the ground, destroying all traces.

Another year passed. Society limped on, as best it could, but even so soon, the population was dwindling. Due to suicides and mass starvation, the population of the Earth had dwindled down to a paltry 193,000,000 men, and falling.

Which is were I come in. Today is March 15, 2012, and today is my 18th birthday. I have lived without my mother for two years now, and my father died three months ago.

I live in Point End, a large city with a relatively low population in what I understand was once Charlotte, N.C.. I live in a large apartment building with several of my fellow survivors. As I said, the population here isn't large at all, and most of us in this building have whole floors to ourselves. I share a floor with my best friends, Ed and Sam. We each took four adjoining room and knocked the walls in between them down, giving us three huge apartments.

Having been young when the world ended, we really didn't have a scope for the hopelessness of our situation. We were old enough to understand what was going on, and while we knew that no women meant no future, none of us were particularly interested in girls when they first starting dying. But that was years ago, and since then, we have all grown.

Luckily for us, we were able to raid all of the best stores, and each of us had tricked out apartments that would be perfect. Would be, but for one thing. A girl to really make the room complete. Make the whole home complete. Hell, make the world complete.

However, two best friends and seldom seen neighbors weren't all that a person needed in life. And with no women around, my adolescence deviated from the typical masturbate while watching a video of some big-chested blond getting humped to other, stranger thoughts. I couldn't go to my friends, because they were all I had, and if these urges I kept getting were as weird as I thought, I couldn't afford them finding out and abandoning me. So I resolved to live out my urges in secret, away from prying eyes.

It took me two weeks. I carefully selected a room in my home that no one would notice was gone, then built a stealthy false wall over the door. It wasn't the best, but after a poster was on it and a roll away table with a lamp on top was pushed in front of it, it was barely noticeable to even me. Then, I started researching. Fellas all over the nation realized money was no longer an issue, or even survival, but quality of life. Therefore, luxuries like high speed internet and satellite TV were offered and maintained for free, so long as you put in the work to install them yourself.

There wasn't much for guys like me to do, and most people spent their days alone, wandering near deserted cities and raiding warehouses to build up their non perishable food supplies, or looting department stores to provide themselves with all the luxury they'll ever need. Men didn't have much need for women's clothing stores, so it was easy for me to make it into one unseen. I had a time picking out sexy underwear, skimpy clothes, and stylish(at least a few years prior) makeup.

My next stop was a nearby pharmacy. Antibiotics and other useful meds were all pillaged away, but I had gotten a list of hormones from the internet that men who want to become women take, so I found as much of them as I could and made my way back to my apartment.

Along the way, I made an unplanned stop. In a local mall I was cutting through, there was a joke shop. But not your typical gag shop; this was a naughty joke shop. It had all kinds of things, notably working vibrators, dildos, lubricants, the works. I don't know why, but I grabbed as much merchandise as I could from that store and made my way home.

I carefully locked all of the doors to my apartment. I couldn't handle the thought of one of my friends catching me. I made my way to my secret room and closed the door behind me. I had planned ahead and stocked the room with a few essentials. A bureau, a nightstand, a full body mirror which hung from the door to the walk-in closet, and a desk with a computer on it.

I undressed completely and left my boy clothes out of the secret room. I looked at myself in the mirror hanging from the closet door; thin, somewhat tall, toned, but not bulgy, and clean shaven, from my neck to my groin, and even my legs, which I shaved for the first time the night before. I looked at my inventory; I took out a lacey pair of pink and blue panties, and a matching bra. I slipped two silicate breasts under the bra which I had gotten at a plastic surgery office(closed down, obviously). I chose a short denim skirt and a simple baby doll tee emblazoned with "Girl Power" on the chest.

I pulled out a makeup mirror and put on some lip gloss. It was my first time, and I wasn't sure how to put it on, but I think I did alright. I didn't bother with foundation, but did put on some mascara. Finally came the hair. It hadn't been cut in over two years, so it was nice and long. I didn't know how to style it like girls I had seen pictures of, so I pulled out a brush and made it look as feminine as I could. I succeeded in at least making it look less masculine.

Finally, it was time to look in the mirror. I suppose I should have been disappointed; my body was obviously masculine, and my hair and makeup did a poor job of concealing my male features. Still, if I walked down the street on a busy day, the handful of men may actually mistake me for a girl, at least from a short distance.

"I'd do you," I laughed at my reflection.

"Trust me, so would I."

I whipped around. There, to my infinite horror, stood Ed. I don't know how long he had been in here; but he saw me now, and that's all that mattered. As he stalked towards me, all I could think was that he would tell Lucas, and my two best friends would want nothing to do with me...

And then, to my surprise, he pressed me bodily against the wall and kissed me full on the lips. Needless to say, I was thoroughly confused. I knew he wasn't gay; he was two years my senior, and had dated briefly before the catastrophe. But there he was, kissing me, grinding his growing bulge into me, fondling my ass.

I pushed him away "What the fuck are you doing man?" I asked, trying to sound indignant.

"Don't even try that," he said, inching closer. "I see the hormones in the bag, and what's on your computer."

I cringed. It was true; I had been downloading a movie featuring a man fucking a pre-op transsexual.

"I know this is more than something to help you jerk off. And I also know you're the closest thing to a woman I've seen in years..." he reached down and unfastened his pants. "So we can do this the easy way, or, Lucas..."

"Call me Emma," I interrupted, and with that, I knelt down and pulled his cock out of his pants. It wasn't much bigger than mine, only about 6 inches. But it was already rock hard, and I knew what to do. I took his whole member into my mouth. I had been watching porn nonstop for the last year and a half now, so I knew what I was doing.

"Fuck yeah," Ed groaned, "I only had my cock sucked once before the shit hit the fan, its so good to have a dirty girl like you helping me relieve some tension."

"Mhm," was all I could reply. Suddenly, he pulled out of my mouth.

"If this is the first time a girl is gonna make me cum since all the others died, I'm gonna blow my load the right way."

Roughly, he forced me up against a wall and flipped me around. Hiking up my skirt, he pulled my panties down and positioned his member. I told him about the lube I had picked up, and he was ecstatic. He retrieved it and quickly slathered his cock. Then he got back into position and pressed his cock at my sphincter. It was only in that moment that I really started seeing the situation through a girls eyes; I wasn't some kid about to get ass fucked by another guy. I was a girl about to lose her virginity to her best friend.

Then, he was pushing into my asshole. His first try set my ring on fire, and I made him pull out. His second try wasn't any better, but by the third try I had relaxed, and he got his head in. My second sphincter was a bit of a problem, but after a few thrusts, he was inside of me. It was amazing.

He wasted no time. Before I knew it, my best friend was behind me, humping the shit out of me. He reached forward and fondled my nipples under my bra, and even stroked my cock a few times. He kept going, increasing his tempo, until finally, he came.

To be continued...