Anatomy

You'd think I'd know a little female anatomy after all that? Not a bit of it. My explorations were very superficial. The male apparatus is right up front. There was my little peter. Underneath was my funny little sack with the wrinkled skin. Her "turkey skin" Bonnie called it. She loved to play with her turkey skin. Of course, understand: the first thing that determines gender in our order of life is the testes. But in the immature animal, the testes are hidden well away. Mine wouldn't descend for another good several years. For a long time I'd leapt onto my bicycle however I would. Then one day, same behavior, not especially clumsier than usual, and ... Uh oh. I was paralyzed. Frightened to rigidity. The feeling was horrible, so frightening, that not having been killed instantly was cruel torture. One hard lesson hard learned: watch the bar of the bicycle frame from now on. Boys don't make that mistake twice. And until the testes descend, it isn't a mistake. If the proper combination of chromosomes don't tell the testes to be male, then the same few cells default to female and become ovaries. All humans are female unless some special information tells them to be male. If the first set of instructions arrive, the creature is male. If the next set of instructions somehow fail to be generated (by the testes), then the male looks and behaves in all ways like a female: a vulva will form but there'll be no vagina. No eggs will ever be produced. He can have tits and ass and long blond hair, fine female features ... But if it's testes, not ovaries, it's a male.