New Marie art by Russkere

For some time I’ve followed with pleasure the art of Russkere at Renderotica and at his own blog.  Interesting stuff there, including vore, tentacles and cheerleaders (paging Gregg Easterbrook!) in, er, compromising and problematical situations.  After a while, I decided to take the plunge and offer a commission for original artwork — something I like to do, resources permitting.  Since I was working at the time on a Gnosis College storyline in which the abduction of Marie was a key plot point, I decided on two illustrations of such.  Here are Russkere’s interpretive renderings (click on the images for larger versions).  Marie pursued by the sphere:

And Marie captured therein (observed by the curious cat Lilith):

Both works Creative Commons licensed as follows: Creative Commons License
These Marie images for EroticMadScience by Russkere are licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License. Based on works at eroticmadscience.com.

Russkere’s style gives a comic feel to the events that happen here which perhaps we can appreciate, even if Marie (and, of course, Taylor) cannot.

And if this sort of thing appeals to you, keep in mind that Russkere does accept commissions!

Bullshot mad science

No, again not a typo on my part.  And this time, not on their part either.  Rather, it’s a reference to a movie called Bullshot (1983). It’s loosely a parody of Bulldog Drummond, who was a sort of early pulp hero/proto-James Bond figure.  The plot?  Rather benign (only borderline mad) scientist Professor Fenton invents some sort of super-fuel formula that Must Not Fall Into the Wrong Hands.   He entrusts half the formula to his klutzy-ditzy daughter Rosemary (played by Diz White, who also helped write the screnplay), and then is promptly abducted by our villain, Otto von Bruno.  The distraught Rosemary contacts our hero, Bullshot Crummond (First World War fighter ace, Olympic athlete, defender of the British Empire, makes all girls swoon, etc. etc.) asking for help, and various preposterous adventures are afoot in the breeze.

Yes, this is a silly movie but I confess I was entertained for its 85-minute running time, which is more than I can say of many things I watch.

It wasn’t entirely clear to me whether von Bruno was himself a mad scientist or just a judicious user of mad science created by others, but he certainly provided some fine mad science moments.  Here he is, attempting to extract the whereabouts of the secret formula from Fenton by means of an Infernal Machine, which causes its victim just to let slip out what he’s thinking.

Contrast this villainy to the reaction of our upstanding English hero, who has just received word that there’s a damsel in distress who needs his help.

Mad science will indeed make his life difficult along the way.

I suppose it gives nothing away to say that in the end British spunk triumphs over Teutonic beastliness. But at least along the way Crummond and Rosemary will have to fight off what von Bruno proudly describes as “the world’s only trained octopus.” Tentacle sex enthusiasts will kindly take note:

In case anyone should miss the point, this merry scene is accompanied with the following dialog:

rosemary

It’s all slimy…and wobbly….

(gasps)

…and it’s so big!

bullshot

Never mind that. Beat it off!

Ahem.

 

Rotwang art

The great technologist C.A. Rotwang is with little doubt the most interesting character from Fritz Lang‘s Metropolis (1927).  He has the most complex motivation and the deepest backstory of all the characters therein, and unsurprisingly he’s a principle literary hero for this site, celebrated with his own commissioned image.  The coming-to-be moment of his creation, the Maschinenmensch, appears at the top of every page here.  So I’m delighted to be able to link to a post of Rotwang concept art by Nathan Heigert.

If you’re a fan of this theme, it’s worth checking out the entire post and indeed, Heigert’s entire blog of Metropolis art.

“Sex dominates the world, and now I…”

It might be about as awful as any movie I reference here, but The Curious Dr. Humpp (1967/1969 maybe) at least has the courage to over the top in the Erotic Mad Science category since it is, after all, a mad science movie almost entirely harnessing the power for sex for, well, something anyway.  So there are a few good minutes here for the thaumatophile, which it’s my pleasure to cherry-pick for you, dear reader.

Humpp was originally an Argentinian movie called La Venganza del Sexo written and directed by Emilio Vieyra picked up by an American distributor who padded it out with additional softcore footage, dubbed it into English, and retitled it before release.  (That release is now available from Something Weird Video.)  The result is an often-tedious production (I was fast-forwarding through even more softcore than usual) that has moments of levity when the English-language dubbing conflicts with the film’s manifestly hispanophone setting.

The core plot shouldn’t detain us long  (you can get a more complete synopsis here):  people engaged in various sex acts are being abducted by grotesque figures.  The police are baffled, by an enterprising reporter whom I shall call Journalist Guy has a theory that a mad doctor previously active in Italy is somehow involved.

Journalist Guy tracks his quarry to a hard-to-find estate somewhere outside whatever city this movie is set in.  He is captured within about fifteen seconds of doing so and, unsurprisingly, is compelled to participate in weird experiments.

The apparent antagonist here is one Dr. Humpp who, to give credit where do, does maintain a pretty good-looking mad-lab given the film’s obviously small budget.

Humpp is compelling or inducing his victims to have lots and lots of sex and then extracting chemicals from them, some of which he then injects into himself. Humpp’s apparent motivation for this at this stage of the movie is some sort of vampirism: the chemicals keep him alive, young, healthy, etc.

In this experiment, he’s wired Journalist Guy and a Girl Victim up in some sort of apparatus.

Humpp explains that they are about to have virtual sex:

humpp

And now I’m going to conduct a final experiment on electronic control of the male and female libido.

(to Journalist Guy)

Do not resist.  You’ll possess that girl.  You’ll do everything to her that a man can.

(to Girl Victim)

You’ll respond to him.  He will excite you in every way his libidinous imagination can evoke. He will drive you to climactic frenzy, yet your bodies will never touch.

And they do.  Their experience is represented in a not-too-bad visual montage.

The success of this experiment allows Humpp to give us an exultant mad science line, one which no reviewer can resist quoting:

HUMPP

(triumphantly)

Sex dominates the world, and now I dominate sex!

But later on, because he’s our hero and because the plot requires him to, Journalist Guy manges to get out of confinement and find his way into Humpp’s laboratory.  Picking up one of Humpp’s notebooks, he finds out that Humpp’s project goes beyond personal vampirism.  It’s an entire Promethean enterprise, one explained by Humpp to the audience in a handy voice-over:

humpp (v.o.)

Science will soon be able to harness sex, the most potent force in humanity, to increase the mental and physical prowess of coming generations.  The virility of men must be increased and they must be mated with women of insatiable appetites.

(Journalist Guy turns a few pages in the journal and reads further)

Through electronic control of the libido we shall produce females capable of promiscuous and orgiastic encounters of infinite variety, producing nearly continuous concupiscent delights.

Wow! It’s a good thing that Hero Journalist is working to stop this, because it would be just terrible if that were to happen because…because…

Well, I’m sure there’s some reason why it would be just terrible, but I’m afraid I don’t know what it is. Maybe that Leon Kass character knows the answer. Anyway, I shan’t tarry over this deep philosophical problem, because it turns out that Humpp’s notes reveal something even stranger.

humpp (v.o.)

These discoveries were discovered by the brain of Dr. Puttagniello.

(My transcription here might not be entirely accurate as to the ur-scientist’s name, since as far as I can find there is no Italian surname “Putagniello” or close variants. Were they perhaps aiming at something like Dr. Puttaniere and missing? Maybe I’ve over-thinking this.)

Note that the helpful voiceover tells us that the discoveries were made by the brain of Dr. Puttagniello, not Dr. Putagniello. And as Journalist Guy soon finds out, this is not just overheated writing, but rather literal truth because Dr. Putagniello apparently is a literal brain in a jar on Dr. Humpp’s desk.

What self-respecting disembodied brain-in-a-jar mad scientist can be denied a rant of ver own?

brain in a jar

Dr. Humpp is on the verge of a great breakthrough.  In his hands sex will dominate the world.  Try to stop him and you will die!

But, fortunately for morality and decency, Journalist Guy manges to summon the proper authorities in the end who storm the place. Dr. Humpp, denied his precious fluids promptly rots away. Brain in Jar is predictably outraged.

brain in a jar

What have you done you idiots?  Dr. Humpp was my bodily instrument for finding eternal life for all of mankind.  Just as I was preserving his life by the use of blood forces of sex, he was preserving my life.  We were vital to each other!  Idiots!  Arrgh!!!

And then for no obvious reason except frustration, Brain in a Jar bursts into flames. I guess this brain has serious anger management issues.

There is of course one final rant:

brain in a jar

Without the powerful forces of sex we discovered, the secret of eternal life for everyone on earth.  Now, you have destroyed the dream of mankind forever.  You will be mortal!

Oh, so that’s what was at stake here. I guess “try to stop him and you will die” was therefore not a threat but a prediction. Well then, Nice Job Breaking It Hero.

Frankenstein Venus

Awesome blog Wicked Halo has put together this gallery of images of the Bride of the Monster as created by Elsa Lanchester, a subject we’ve broached before here at Erotic Mad Science.   All are worthy of your attention, but my personal second favorite was probably this one:

Thematically this falls into a line with one of the very first posts done here.

The hat tip goes to PZ Myers at Pharyngula, whose personal favorite coincides with mine.  If you look at the Wicked Halo post I’ll bet you can guess which one that is (but no extra points if you peek at PZ’s post first).

Tiresias XIV

Script for today:

Page 40

Profile view of Professor Waite, who is lying on her back on a cot under a sheet.  We can see her face, which is calm, composed, with her eyes closed.  At least two electrodes are wired to her forehead.  Behind her, looking down, are Little Willie and Little Michiko.

LITTLE MICHIKO: She looks so peaceful…

LITTLE WILLIE: Perhaps you should say he looks so peaceful.

Reverse view of the previous panel, so that we see Little Michiko and Little Willie in the foreground, Waite in the background.  Little Willie and Little Michiko have turned away from Waite’s cot and are now conversing with each other.

LITTLE WILLIE: I must say that sometimes the…methodology…here gives me some qualms.

LITTLE MICHIKO: Oh, just because you were foolish enough to fall for the trick, Willie.

Little Willie has walked across the room and is looking down at a video monitor on the other side of the room.  We see his face as he is looking down.

LITTLE WILLIE: mm.  Yes.  Well, at least I’m not the only guy to have fallen for it.

Monitor view of one of Scott and Taylor having copulating vigorously. It should be clear from the image that it is an image taken by a camera hidden somewhere in the room they are in.

CAPTION: In any event, it would seem that Rebecca is succeeding beyond her expectations here.

Front view of Little Willie looking down at the monitor.  Little Michiko is looking over his shoulder, with an eager expression on her face.

LITTLE WILLIE: A spectacular show like this makes me sorry that all I’ve got is a…little willie.

LITTLE MICHIKO: Oh, and I guess that’s all I’ve got here too.

Same as before, except that Little Michiko and Little Willie have turned and are facing each other very close.  Both are grinning.

LITTLE WILLIE: So, who’s the little perv now?

Page 41

A panoramic view of a graduation ceremony.  A sea of gowned and mortarboarded students sits in an audiece while the faculty sits up on stage in academic regalia.  A SPEAKER behind a podium bearing the Gnosis College seal is delivering an address.

CAPTION: And now that we have all passed our final exams, there is a graduation.

SPEAKER: And as you are all together for the final time on these hallowed college grounds, do not forget that however stunning the experiences you have had here, far more interesting ones lie in the world without.

CAPTION: No shit, honorary degree dude.

Page 42

Jill Keeney, in gown and mortarboard receives a scroll from the COLLEGE PRESIDENT on the stage with one hand, while shaking the College President’s hand with the other.

CAPTION: In spite of an unexplained absence of several weeks in the last term and many extracurricular activities, Jill manages to graduate in good order.

Taylor, in a halter-top and short shorts, receiving an envelope from a courier. Writing on the envelope should make it clear that it came from Japan.

CAPTION: And just as Jill receives her diploma, I receive my own.

A desktop  We see an extreme close-up on part of the desk, showing the courier envelope, on top of which are piled a U.S. Passport and an airline ticket envelope marked “MUNAI AIRLINES.”  In another part of the panel we see a computer keyboard and one of Taylor’s hands typing on it.

CAPTION: I send my parents an e-mail about this fantastic overseas internship opportunity that just opened up and need to take right away.

Taylor, holding up a sundress on a hanger.  Her dorm-room bed is visible in the background, and on it is a suitcase, partly full of clothes.

CAPTION: And then I get to wonder…

CAPTION: What do you pack for your business trip to hell?

CAPTION: END OF “TIRESIAS”


It should at least be clear now how it is that Professor Waite arranged for Scott to make an exception to his usual erotic preferences.

And in the meantime, how courageous is Taylor, given what she is likely to face?

Very damn courageous, I would say.  Image found at Demonbondage.com.

Tiresias XIII

Script for today:

Page 37

Close up of Taylor leaning her head forward and Scott kissing her neck.

CAPTION: He’s actually very tender and gentle.

Taylor sitting on the bed, removing her sweatshirt with Scott’s help, revealing a brassiere underneath.

Scott behind Taylor, unhooking her brassier from the front.  Taylor’s head is turned back, kissing Scott.

CAPTION: Scott seems to know just which step to take when.  I feel warmer and warmer.

A frontal view.  Taylor is cradling Scott’s head.  He is sucking one of Taylor’s nipples.

Close up of Scott’s hand, reaching down to undo the zipper on Taylor’s jeans.

CAPTION: Scott sure seems to know what’s where.

Close up of Taylor’s jeans, partially pulled down.  Scott has reached inside Taylor’s panties and is apparently giving her a clitoral massage.

SFX: Uhhhnhhh….

View from Taylor’s P.O.V.  We see down her body to the edge of the bed, where he’s kneeling, pulling off Taylor’s jeans.

CAPTION: Is Scott that good of an actor?

Another Taylor P.O.V.  She is reaching down, pulling her panties off past her left foot.

CAPTION: Does he know I used to be a guy?  Is that what gets him going?

Close up on the back of Scott’s head between Taylor’s legs, performing cunnilingus on Taylor.

SFX: Ohhh….

CAPTION: Or does Professor Waite have some sort of “not gay for a day” magic?

Page 38

Scott is lying flat on his back in bed.  Taylor is astride him, guiding his cock into her.

CAPTION: When the moment of truth (as guys see it) comes, Scott invites me to get on top.

Scott and Taylor in the same positions as before, except that Taylor has enveloped Scott and has a surprised expression on her face.

CAPTION: It feels so full….

Close up view of Taylor in profile (head, shoulders, upper arms) riding Scott (indicate with motion lines).

CAPTION: But it doesn’t feel bad, and so it’s off to the races for new Taylor.

Same profile view of Taylor as before as she closes her eyes, a blissful expression on her face.

CAPTION: And after a while I discover that not only can I tolerate this…

Same profile view as before, except that Taylor’s face is beginning to contort at the moment of climax.

CAPTION: … I think I love it.

View from behind/below Scott’s right shoulder, showing Taylor astride Scott, arms flying out, in the throes of orgasm.  Scott is reaching up and cupping Taylor’s breasts as she does.

TAYLOR (dramatically-lettered balloon): Yes…Yes..YES!

Page 39

View from above of Scott and Taylor.  Scott is lying on his back, Taylor curled up by his side resting her head on his shoulder.

CAPTION: When I started this I would want to skedaddle as soon as “it” was over.

Close up on Taylor’s face. Her eyes are closed, and she wears a blissful expression.

CAPTION: But I like this part, even the way Scott smells.

View of Taylor on the bed, chest down, buttocks up, with Scott on his knees, copulating with her from behind.  Taylor’s face is contorted again.

CAPTION: Scott has the expected terrific stamina.

Taylor on her back, her legs bent back, Taylor above, copulating away.

CAPTION: When I was with Marie, sometimes she would come over and over.  “You just can’t imagine,” she would tell me.

Close-up on Taylor’s face, contorted yet again.  She is biting down on a finger.

CAPTION: I don’t have to imagine any more, Marie.

Genital close-up of Scott penetrating Taylor.

CAPTION: Suddenly the whole thing doesn’t seem fair to guys somehow.

You know, normally I’d be a little bit ashamed of coming up with this much script for what looks like plain vanilla sex, a subject so banal that it gets a line-drawing illustration in Wikipedia

…and indeed if that were all that was going on here I really would deserve to have my mad science license revoked.  But of course, one partner here was until recently a man who got a lot of radiation that changed him into a her and is now undergoing a Tiresias-like revelation, and the other is, well, those of you who carefully read Progress in Research will already have sniffed out an additional layer of mad science misbehavior here.  Those of you who haven’t should tune in tomorrow, same Bat-time, etc. etc.

Tiresias XII

Script for today:

Page 34

Front view of Taylor, still in high heels, having just taken a nasty spill

SFX: WHUMP!

CAPTION: Progress was pretty slow at first.

View of Taylor from behind, walking.  She has a pleasing feminine sway to her hips (indicate with motion lines) and is glancing backward with a sultry look at the reader.

CAPTION: But after much practice, I got better.

View (slightly from above) in Professor Waite’s office.  Professor Waite sits behind her desk, with Jill standing behind her and Little Michiko sitting on the edge of the desk, her legs dangling down. Jill and Little Michiko are looking directly at Taylor, while Waite is reviewing a dossier on her desk.  Taylor sits in a chair facing Waite.

WAITE: Well, Taylor, it seems to me you have been making truly outstanding progress.

TAYLOR: Thanks, Professor. So what now?

Closer view on Waite and Jill.  Jill is now leaning forward over Waite’s shoulder, while Waite wears a wry smile.

WAITE: We have some special training in mind for you, Taylor.

WAITE: Stop by my house tonight at eight.

Page 35

Taylor, dressed non-descriptly in jeans and a baggy GNOSIS COLLEGE sweatshirt, stands on a the front porch of a house, ringing a doorbell.  Flowers are growing in pots hanging on the edge of the porch.

CAPTION: I didn’t know what to expect that beautiful spring night when I visited Professor Waite’s house.

Close up on Little Michiko, who is standing in the entrance foyer of the hosue, pointing up a set of stairs.  We are seeing her from Taylor’s approximate P.O.V., so looking down.

CAPTION: The Creepy Little Asian Girl answers the door.  She doesn’t say a word to me except…

LITTLE MICHIKO: The door at the left…

View of Taylor peering inside a door that she’s just opened.  She has an astonished look on her face.

CAPTION: Perhaps I should have been better prepared for what I saw.

TAYLOR: Holy Venus!

Stretched out a bed, wearing a short silk robe and in a seductive pose, is SCOTT AARONSON.  The light in the panel is low, because the illumination in the room comes primarily from candles around the room.

CAPTION: Scott Aaronson. Or “Scott Adonis,” as he tends to be known. Girls sigh when he walks past.  He’s as ripped as any athlete, and at the same time so pretty that even the guys want him.  He does a lot of dance and musical theater

CAPTION: And consistent with the tiresome stereotype, it means that it’s the guys, not the girls, who have a chance of getting lucky with him.

Page 36

A reverse view, showing Scott from behind, while Taylor stands in the doorway, slightly silhouetted by the light behind her.

TAYLOR: Uh, Scott.  Like, why are you here?

SCOTT: Isn’t it…obvious, Taylor?

Side view of Scott and Taylor.  Taylor has stepped into the room and closed the door behind her, while Scott is beginning to sit up on the bed.

TAYLOR: So you are, uh, working with Professor Waite?

SCOTT: In a manner of speaking, yes.  We need to make sure you’re really up for an assignment involving sex.

Another view of Scott and Taylor,still in profile  Taylor has stepped closer to Scott, and Scott has placed his hands on Taylor’s shoulders.  Taylor is looking up at Scott, slitghtly puzzled, while Scott is looking intensely down at Taylor.

TAYLOR: But aren’t you…I mean, like there’s totally nothing wrong with that but…

SCOTT: Try not to think about that.  Right now I really, really want you.

Close up view.  Scott has taken Taylor’s hand and guided into his robe so that she can feel his erection.

CAPTION: It’s true.  He’s hard as a rock.

SCOTT (out-of-panel balloon): Don’t be shy.  Here.  Feel.

Close up on Scott and Taylor’s faces.  They re very close.  Scott has cupped his hand around the back of Taylor’s head.

TAYLOR: But…

SCOTT: Shh.  Let’s just give this a try.  You won’t succeed if you can’t at least tolerate it.

Same close up as before, except that now Scott and Taylor have fallen into a deep kiss.

CAPTION: There’s a brief moment of disgust, but it ebbs.  I feel…warm.

It was inevitably coming to this, yes?  Gender-bending with sexual-orientation bending.  All in a day’s work here at Erotic Mad Science.

In using the phrase “even the guys want him,” Taylor shows that he’s perhaps a reader of TVtropes, which noble site leads us to an obvious illustration for today’s segment of script.

Although this particular picture is linked through the article on the trope Everybody Remembers the Stripper (I wonder why) and is attributed to the anime series Eden of the East.

Tiresias XI

Script for today:

Page 31

This is another split panel, showing before-and-after views of Taylor’s face in profile.  In “after” as opposed to “before” the little ridge of bone over his eyebrows has receded slightly, his lips have thickened, and generally his face presents a new feminine appearance.

CAPTION: Even my facial features seem to be changing.

Taylor sitting in a lecture hall, wearing a bulky, shapeless sweater, taking notes during a lecture.  A CUTE COED has turned around and is winking at him.

CAPTION: Strangely, it seems like girls who largely ignored me before are flirting with me now.  WTF?

Taylor lying naked on his bed in his dormitory room.  He is looking down at his crotch with a hand mirror.

CAPTION: Much good it would do them now.

Taylor with a few friends in the Gadget.  He is hastily getting up from a table around which cokes are set.  His friends look concerned.

CAPTION: And then one day there’s a shooting pain and a feeling like something splitting down below.

Taylor sitting on a toilet in a restroom stall.  His pants and underwear are pulled down, revealing not only that “he” has feminine hips, but only a triangle of pubic hair.  “He” is feeling “his” crotch gingerly.

Same view as before, though he appears to be reaching inside herself.

CAPTION: I can insert two fingers, though it hurts to do so.

Page 32

Taylor is sitting in a hospital gown on the side of an examination table.  Professor Waite is standing by Taylor, reaching into the gown, feeling one of her breasts, and smiling.

CAPTION: Professor Waite monitors my progress.

Taylor in a doctor’s office.  She is wearing a bulky sweater, and has one sleeve rolled up.  The DOCTOR is sitting next to her, with a syringe at the ready, about to give Taylor some sort of injection.

CAPTION: In time I get taken to see a G.P. and receive a Universal Vaccinative.

Close up on Taylor’s face.  She is wincing slightly as she (presumably)receiving an injection.

CAPTION: The doctor seemed puzzled as to how a “young woman of my age” hadn’t received it yet.

Extreme close up of a needle going into Taylor’s arm.

CAPTION: Waite had a convenient lie ready.: My parents are religious fanatics who refused to allow me to have one.

In foreground, Taylor is holding up her arm, examining the spot where she received the injection.  In the background, Waite is discretely slipping the doctor something.

CAPTION: I’m glad I’ve got one.

Shot “through a windshiled” of a car.  Waite is driving.  Jill is in the front seat next to her.  Taylor sits in back, staring out a window.

CAPTION: With all the changes I’ve already benn throuh I think it would be pretty freaky if I were to start menstruating.

Close up from same panel, focusing on Taylor’s face, which wears a pensive expression.

CAPTION: Or get pregnant.

Taylor standing in front of a the door seen above for the women’s locker room, her hand on the handle.

CAPTION: I want an acid-test how feminine I look.

Taylor standing naked in the middle of a locker room full of other Gnosis women in various states of undress.

CAPTION: No one bats an eyelash.

Page 33

Taylor stands in front of a mirror.  She is putting on a baggy-looking shirt.

CAPTION: The next several weeks alternate between exercises in trying not to give away that I’m now a woman…

Taylor sitting in front of a different mirror.  Jill is sitting behind her, giving her instructions in putting on some sort of makeup.

CAPTION: …and trying to learn the things that women are all supposed to know.

Taylor standing in her room, struggling to put on a brassiere.

CAPTION: It was a lot easier when I was only trying to get someone out of these.

CAPTION: Fortunately they had a supply from “a girl who left them behind.”

Taylor brushing her hair.

CAPTION: Grooming turns out to be something of a pain to learn.

Taylor, in a skirt and sweater and high heels, seen from behind, walking clumsily across an otherwise empty gymnasium floor.  In the background stands Jill, observing Taylor while she walks while at the same time leaning over to allow Little Michiko, who is sitting on a high stool, to whisper something in her ear.

CAPTION: I even have to re-learn how to walk properly.

Close up on Little Michiko’s face.  She is staring ahead, intently.

CAPTION: The Creepy Little Asian Girl show up for a lot of my “how to be a woman” lessons and offers criticism, but not to me.  Who the fuck is this kid?

It was tricky trying to figure out at which moment to switch from “he” to “she” in referring to Taylor, and I’ll grant that reasonable people might differ as to whether I got it right.  Drat this English language and its archaic system of gender-specific thrid-person singular pronouns!

The economist Deirdre McCloskey whom I first encountered in graduate school as the author of a book called The Rhetoric of Economics (and was then called Donald McCloskey) has left us a memoir of her transition from male to female called Crossing, which is quite an account of just how challenging it is to go from male to female, at least when you haven’t got mad science on your side to move the transition along.  I would thus highly recommend it to anyone interested in the process. It was a sentence on the first page of her memoir that probably did as much as anything to inspire the writing of this script:  “Most people, if they could magically do it, would like to try out the other gender for a day or a week or a month.”

Or, if you’d rather just take something simpler away from today’s script and think leeringly on the women’s locker room, by all means feel free to do that as well.  We’ll borrow an image from ErosBlog for you.

Something for everyone!

Tiresias X

Script for today:

Page 28

Taylor is lying strapped to the table.  Giant blue-white sparks are arching from the apparatus above him and he is arching his back. His penis is erect.

SFX: FZZZT!

CAPTION: Initiating radiation sequence.

TAYLOR: YEOW!!

Close up on Taylor’s face.  He has an expression of wonder and fear.

CAPTION: I don’t know how to describe it…

Same view, except that now Taylor’s skin has become transparent, revealing the muscles of his face.

CAPTION: It was sort of as if bits of me were being scraped away…

Same as before, except that now we see Taylor’s skull.

CAPTION: …bit by bit…

Same as before, except that now we see a brain, floating in space.

CAPTION: ……going deeper and deeper…

Same as before, except that now we see just a ghostly crackle of energy where his brain used to be.

CAPTION: ..until nothing was left…

A black panel.

CAPTION: And it was if I had gone away but the sensations were still there.

Page 29

Close up on Taylor’s face.  He is resting on the table, his eyes are closed.

CAPTION: I really have no idea how much time has gone by before I come back.

Taylor is sitting up, still naked, reaching for his genitals.  Waite, who has just finished unstrapping him, partly blocks our view of this.

CAPTION: Even though it’s stupid, there’s something I check right away.

Taylor sitting on the side of the table, now wearing a hospital gown.  Waite is standing by his side, holding a clipboard.

TAYLOR: So that’s it?

WAITE: Yes.  Your…changes should be setting in gradually over the next few weeks.

Taylor walking along a line in a Gnosis cafeteria, sliding a tray long that’s piled high with food.  A COED, standing behind him line looks like she’s trying to suppress a laugh at how much food he has.

CAPTION: For a couple of days I don’t notice anything unusual, except that I seem to be even hungrier than I was even before.

Taylor standing in a bathroom at Gnosis.  He is naked except for a towel wrapped around his waist. We see his back and his front reflected in a mirror over a sink.  He’s looking at his chest.

CAPTION: But after I few days I think I do notice some changes.

Same setting as previous panel, but this time Taylor is in profile, full-length view of Taylor, a few moments later.  He has opened the towel and is looking down.

CAPTION: I do appear to be…shrinking.

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Same view as previous panel, except that Taylor has just hastily re-done his towel and looks a bit embarrassed.  In the background of the panel a cheerful, hunky guy has just come in (also wrapped in a towel, if this is visible) and is waving, as if he’s just greeted Taylor.

CAPTION: Or maybe that’s just my over-active imagination.

Taylor looking in the mirror again rubbing one of his hands under his chin.

CAPTION: One thing that I am sure of is that I don’t need a shave this morning.

CAPTION: My face hasn’t felt this way since I was twelve, maybe.

This is done as a split-panel.  One part of the panel shows Taylor’s genitals.  His penis is now small, as is his scrotum.  In the other part of the panel, we see his chest.  His nipples are enlarged, and he is starting to grow breasts.

CAPTION: And within a few more days it’s clear that the shrinking isn’t just my imagination

CAPTION: Nor are certain new growths.

A shower-stall in a bathroom in a Gnosis dormitory.  Taylor is is poking his head out from behind a curtain, looking around.

CAPTION: I have to get sort of circumspect about activities that were pretty casual before.

Taylor is talking on a telephone in his dormitory room.  He is covering his mouth with his other hand.

CAPTION: Some people notice that my voiced seems to have shifted from a natural tenor to a somewhat forced-sounding contralto.

CAPTION: I tell them I have a cold.

Taylor standing in is room, trying to make his jeans fit round his waist.  He’s having trouble.

CAPTION: And in a few more days certain clothes stop fitting very well.

The implied “X-ray” effect at the beginning of Taylor’s transformation has been the subject of erotic art seen before here at Erotic Mad Science.  Here is another example:

and another, which looks from this rather small picture like it might be a photograph of an actual sculpture.

Sadly I don’t know much more about the provenance of either image, beyond that I found them both at Janitor of Lunacy.