Demonstration Model

When the day started it found me sitting in my recliner, wondering where my youth went.

I had just “celebrated” - if you can call it that - my fortieth birthday, and while for many people that would not have felt ancient, for me I was feeling every day of my forty years and maybe more.

The most glaring example of how my body had deteriorated was my left knee, which was carefully wrapped to try and keep it in place.

I had dislocated it rather badly two months before, and it showed no signs of getting back to full function.

That had meant I was forced to take a leave of absence from my job, and even though they had said all the right things about it still being there when I was ready to come back, I was starting to get the impression they were getting almost as impatient for my recovery as I was.

Besides my knee, I had other parts of my body that were not in the shape they had been two decades earlier, and I was extremely depressed about all those changes, which is why I was slumped in my recliner, just waiting for something to happen.

Then something did.

The doorbell rang, and I felt obligated to get it.

When I opened the door, I saw a guy who looked like he’d stepped out of some fashion magazine - from the fifties.

Brown suit, tie, briefcase, and even a fedora.

He tipped said fedora, and asked, “Do I have the honor of speaking to the lady of the house?”

“Err . . . No?” I stammered.

“Well, never mind that then. I would like to have you be a demonstration model of this remarkable new product - Healing Putty” He said.

“Well, I can't afford anything, '' I replied.

“That’s the beauty of being a demonstration model. There’s no cost to you, all we ask is that if you're satisfied by the time I leave, you will tell your friends and family about us.”

“Well . . . that sounds good.” I managed, “Just what is this stuff?”

“We call it Healing Putty. One application will heal any injuries, diseases, and even genetic flaws you might have.”

I must have looked as confused as I felt, because he continued, “Like I see you have hurt your knee. Our healing putty will fix it as good as new. Will you let me demonstrate?”

“Okay, I guess” I replied, thinking how good it would be if the stuff worked.

He opened his briefcase, pulled out a blob of something, and in a flash applied it to my knee, right over the wrap.

Within seconds, I could feel my knee tingling, and in less than a minute all the pain I had been dealing with in the knee was gone.

The salesman smiled at my astonished expression, and said, “Feels better already, yes? Well the Healing Putty isn’t done yet. It will go through your whole body, fixing anything wrong.”

And just as he said that, I could feel a tingle in my stomach. I had put on a lot of weight, and as much as I wished I could blame the bad knee, the problem went deeper than that.
The tingle got more intense, and then as I pulled up my shirt I actually saw my stomach shrink and lose the extra fat.

“Whoa” I said.

But then I felt a tingle going all over my body, and I managed to ask, “What’s happening now?”

“The Healing Putty has found some genetic flaws, it will repair them shortly. You might want to sit down, though.”

I did indeed feel dizzy, so I stumbled to my recliner and fell into it, just in time.

The tingle became a buzz, and then it was like my whole body was singing.

And then I had the biggest orgasm in my entire life, and almost fell unconscious.

The salesman approached me, and handed me a card, saying, “Well, I’d say you’re satisfied. So do make sure to tell everyone you know.”

And with that, he went out the door.

After catching my breath, I managed to get to my feet, and then almost fell back into the chair when I happened to see my reflection in a mirror.

I had lost about 15 years, and my manhood.

I was a woman.

I tried to figure out why something intended to heal me had changed my sex, but then remembered learning in a science class that the “y” chromosome, the one responsible for making a person male, is actually just a broken “X”.

So the healing putty had fixed it, making me female.

I sat back down again trying to process this.

I was still trying to work things out when the front door opened, and my wife came in.

She looked at me in shock, and I said, “Hi honey. You’re not going to believe the day I had.”

End.