Nancy Chalmers looked carefully at the androgynous looking being in front of her. This creature was beautiful in a way - delicate features, shoulder length hair and striking blue eyes. However, there was no sign of any secondary sexual characteristics. No adam's apple. No breasts. The voice was soft, and seemed feminine.

"Do you prefer being referred to as She or He?" asked Nancy. She was legitimately curious. The culture of the New Haitians was largely unknown to her. She knew that somewhere around 2020 a civil war got completely out of hand, and a biological weapon was released on the island of Haiti. 99% of the population was wiped out in a matter of days. The USA was fortunate to not be overly affected by the localized weapon, although some effects were felt.

At this point, the USA had taken a vow of non-interference with other countries, Nancy recalled. Her homeland had been under the threat of terrorism for so long that they eventually struck an agreement to not interfere with any other nation. This included foreign aid, so Haiti was left to fend for itself.

Somewhere during the next 10 years, a new culture had emerged. It was a mixture of races, but the feature that truly stood out was the androgyny. The New Haitians had no gender as such, the rumor has is that they had all removed their sex organs. They had an embassy in California now, and the only people that were allowed were by invitation. Most of the world had never even seen a New Haitian before. The kept to themselves and never permitted the outside world into their country. They even had a way of ensuring satellites cannot penetrate their secrecy.

"We prefer the term She." replied Xian. "It reminds us of the fact that we are all capable parents and nurturers". Xian smiled sweetly. "Please feel free to ask any other questions, that is one of the reasons we brought you to this embassy".

Nancy thought for a moment. "I have so many. I suppose the foremost question is the apparent androgynous nature of your people. Can you enlighten me?"

"Of course. I'll give you the short version." Xian answered the question quickly, as though she has said these lines a thousand times. "Once the old society of Haiti destroyed itself, a group of scientists saw this as an opportunity to attempt a most unusual experiment. They reasoned that the reason for war and violence was the still resident beasts within each of us, and that the beast was our sexuality. In both genders, the various sex hormones produced different degrees of beastlike behavior. If one was to remove that sex from a human being entirely, what would be left would be the raw intellect, as well as good emotions."

"So you are saying without a sexual identity we will not get angry any more?" rebuttled Nancy.

"Of course not! Anger still happens. However, it is more reasoned. No more fights about who gets who in bed, or gender equality. Trust me, it works quite well."

"At any rate, the society of New Haiti was born. We began to welcome people from all over the world which demonstrated high intelligence. In incorporating them into our culture, and to make a long story short, we are now about 100 years ahead of the rest of the world in technology."

"What about reproduction? Is it all new recruits?"

Xian smiled. "We have fantastic cloning techniques. Children are modified to be genderless from birth, and grow up never knowing the unpleasantness of sexuality. The community raises them together - they get the best qualities from many people."

"This is all fascinating. Still, I think I still enjoy being a normal female, and will have to reject your proposal".

"Ah, Ms. Chalmers - you act as though you have a choice. The choice was taken from you the moment you walked in this embassy. Do you really think we accumulated the world's best and brightest by convincing them with words? You have to see and experience our Utopia for yourself to truly understand."

With that, a sharp needle shot up into Nancy's body from the chair. She tried to get up and get away, but the toxin rendered her entire body unable to move in a matter of seconds. She slumped to the ground, a look of shock and betrayal on her face. Her world went dark.

Her eyes next opened, and she was welcomed by a bright light. Her body remained immobile, but she could see her entire naked body in an overhead mirror. She tried to speak, but could not.

Xian was there, and dressed in surgical scrubs. "The neurotoxin you have been given will paralyze your body completely, but leave your nerve centers intact - although somewhat numbed. It is not to be cruel that we leave you with sensation while we perform the modification. It is simply that we have found it helps to adjust to completely feel your body be transformed".

"I will talk you through the process as I perform the surgery. When dealing with a female, we like to start with the breasts. They are actually a larger part of sexuality then most people think".

Nancy was rapt with terror. She loved her sensitive nipples, the glances men gave her chest! She tried to beg not to do this, but the words would not come out.

Xian began cutting. "You have an ample bosom Ms. Chalmers, this will take some effort".

Nancy felt her breasts being destroyed. Tears rolled down her eyes while Xian suctioned out the fatty tissue inside them through the cuts she had made. In what seemed like minutes, her once gorgeous C cups had been reduced to nipples on her chest, with bloody marks around them. The physical pain was surprisingly small compared to the psychological damage of watching her womanhood destroyed.

Xian had pulled out a smallish pen-like device, and ran it over the incision marks. "This is a cellular regenerator" she explained. "It heals up the tissue".

True to her word, the regenerator was soothing. As it ran over, it seemed to knit the damaged flesh closed. Once the blood was wiped away, her chest looked pre-pubescent. More tears welled up.

"However, being truly a woman has more to do with the chest. We will need to remove all traces of you being a female. This means all reproductive systems, as well as the external sensitive areas".

Xian moved Nancy's legs apart. Nancy had large labia (which she always found sexy) and an equally large clitoris. Xian put Nancy's clit between her thumb and forefinger and began to massage it.

"It's strange to me, this sexuality. I was modified from birth, and don't even know what gender I was supposed to be. But this tiny piece of flesh has so much control over your life."

In spite of herself, Nancy felt her clit grow. It had always been so sensitive, and this woman's touch was making it excited. She gasped involuntarily.

"This is interesting with a man as well" said Xian. "I think the anguish they feel over the loss of their penis is more terrible then with a woman's external genitalia. Still, I am afraid I need to take all of it from you."

Xian started cutting into Nancy's pubic area. "Most women assume we are taking the visible part of their clitoris. They often fail to realize that most of the clit is buried deep within them. And we need it all".

Nancy made a gurgling sound. She had never felt so much pain in her entire life! Each blade stroke severed thousands of nerve endings in her most sensitive spot. She couldn't move, but her body made tortured sounds in protest.

After what seemed like eternity, Xian held up a long piece of bloody flesh. "This is the entire thing" she claimed. And with that, Nancy passed out entirely.

Nancy was pleased with her new life. This new culture was rich with technology and discovery. For the first few years, she fondly recalled what it was like to be a "real" woman. Then, the memories faded entirely. She was now thinking of passing on her genes to a clone of herself.