Mutation

The year is 2157. The first half of the century had been spent rebuilding America after the war. Until about ten years ago, no one had really realized the effects all the radiation would have on people. Due to this ignorance, many cities were built over what the doctors were calling “mutation hotspots.” In these zones, one out of every three people suffered from some sort of genetic mutation.

Emilia was the daughter of two doctors famous for their research on mutations. Her father Gregory devoted most of his time to learning about how life style can impact mutation; most people didn’t even realize that they were mutated until they hit puberty. Every day, Gregory seemed closer and closer to proving that certain aspects of your prepubescent life would affect what mutation grew within you.

Her mother Marietta worked on a team of researchers whose main goal was to identify the mutated genes to prepare a possible treatment plan.

Little did either doctor suspect, their daughter (conceived and born in New York City, the greatest radiation zone in the eastern half of the United States) was just as susceptible to mutation as everyone else.

Emilia was sixteen before she got her period. Her mother routinely examined her blood, hair, and saliva for any signs of possible mutation. However, Emilia’s mutation wasn’t easily found within her genes and Marietta eventually gave up, assuming her daughter would remain healthy.

Emilia’s sex drive was healthy for someone her age, perhaps leaning toward overactive. Her mother, remembering her teen years, was supportive and encouraged her daughter’s sexual health. When Emilia was thirteen, her mother bought her a small vibrator to pleasure herself with. “I’d rather you do it to yourself than go find someone else to do it for you,” she told her one morning when Gregory was still fast asleep after giving her a small box containing the vibrator.

She was apprehensive at first, thinking her mother was trying to say that she had seen the web history on her laptop and knew about the porn sites she visited almost daily. She waited about a week before using the vibrator. After about a month, Marietta asked her about it. Emilia sheepishly admitted to using it a few times; a lie considering that it sat under her pillow, waiting for her nightly visit.

When that vibrator died from excessive use, Emilia found a better one on the internet. A remote controlled bullet. She wore it to school often and turned it on whenever she got bored of learning about the nuclear war that changed America’s future. Lucky for her, it was very silent.

Needless to say, Emilia spent a lot of time masturbating before her body even decided that she was able to bear a child. At sixteen, Emilia wasn’t very interested in boys. She’d seen enough porn to know she probably wouldn’t enjoy having sex with a guy.

Not that she couldn’t if she didn’t want to. With perfectly tan skin, curls that framed her face beautifully, a bust girls her age would kill for, and an ass to match, she could have had anyone.