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You lay in bed sleeping. Your lapine body is bare beneath the covers, sort of halfway between laying on your side and your front with one knee propping this position up. Your fur is soft, your ears are long, your nose twitches in your sleep. You are most certainly a bunny boy.

Your sheath and scrotum lay comfortably on the fitted sheet beneath your frame, not compressed or dangling.

You dream.

I am there.

You approach fearlessly, emotion brimming. Without considering your words, you shout with distress. "I wish my genitals would just go away!"

I ask you why you would want this. I know better than you do, but I need to hear you say the words.

You are surprised. As if you didn't even expect me to respond. After an eternity of the blink of an eye, you speak again. "There's just... so many expectations for having a penis. Expectations put on me based on the fact that I have a cock and balls."

I nod silently.

You realize that you are no longer wearing anything beneath the waist. You are sure that you were fully dressed when you arrived.

I take your genitals in my grip, firmly but without any sense of violence or violation. My other hand presses palm-down across your chest. There is a tugging sensation at your pelvis, then you are toppling backwards.

Instead of any floor, you keep falling, nothing to hold onto in sight.

Then you fall into a memory.

You see yourself seated on an examination table in a doctor's office. You cannot make out the doctor's face, but it doesn't matter. They are quite clinically talking about your rare condition, born without any sex organs at all.

You see the other you fidget in place, enough for the medical scrub to rise up enough to see that your groin is nothing but soft rabbit fur, with a faint pink coming through the color of your coat.

You are falling.

You see yourself in a city park, wearing nothing but a tee shirt that doesn't even come down to your navel. The other you is blushing deeply, seeming embarrassed, but is doing nothing to cover your (his?) groin.

Passers-by stop and ask you what it's like to be dickless and other such crude words. Others snap pictures of your pelvis with their phone.

Falling ever further.

You see yourself with your ex, apparently still in a relationship with them. They are demanding you to perform sexually. Do the deed, top them. Mount and hump like the bunny you are.

The other you chuckles and undoes his pants, revealing the soft null patch. "Not happening, sorry."

Ever ever further.

In this vision, you are naked on your bed, nestled up with someone new. They have their hand between your thighs, rubbing gently while whispering into one of your large ears.

You see yourself writhing and panting with obvious arousal. When their hand retreats from your pelvis, you see that pink glow beneath your fur again... you had been aroused by the doctor? Perhaps.

They're coming faster now.

You see yourself giggling at a question someone asked. "Maybe I'm not really a boy, then!" You seem to be teasing the asker. "Not without that organ, right?"

You see yourself solemnly speaking to someone else, another place. "I don't think I ever wanted to have a penis."

Falling through scene after scene regarding your relationship to your body, your relationship to your genitals and gender. So many moments of your life that would have been different without reproductive organs. So many moments that only exist because of a lack of them.

You finally awaken, a light jolt running through your frame. You had read that sometimes the body reacted as though you were falling and that would induce waking. You have no memories of your dreams. It's very early in the morning.

You have the urge to slide your hand down between your thighs and feel. Just as you expect, there's nothing but a flat patch of fur there, soft and supple and smooth. You tremble and smile as your eyes drift back shut.

You ease fully onto your side, closing your thighs over your hand and sigh, drifting back to sleep. All is how it should be.