We jump to Kyle, who makes a change of his own

Kyle sighed as he leaned back into his office chair, glancing at the clock as he watched the time slowly tick by.

Today was the worst kind of day: he’d already finished his tasks for the work day, and was anxiously waiting for an important file from his boss. However, his supervisor was currently held back in a meeting and Kyle couldn’t leave until he secured those papers.

Currently, he was waiting in his cubicle, sharing his office space with two members of his team, Cheryl and Samantha.

It was a wonder those two girls even got any work done, with the amount of time they spent talking to one another. Normally, Kyle would tune them out, using the sweet bliss of music to help him focus on his work, but and the late hours with nothing to do, he was stuck listening to the pair drone on about their lives.

Which, normally, wasn’t too torturous. Despite being in their early thirties, both girls lived very interesting and unique lives. Lately however, their conversation had been dominated by two main subjects: Cheryl’s little sister, who had been admitted to the hospital after her boyfriend noted that her vagina tasted like lemon, and Samantha’s younger cousin, who had recently entered puberty and started on birth control. The correlation between the two being that the doctors suspected the reason Cheryl’s sister’s vagina develop a sharp citrus taste was because of the birth control the girl was taking; the same medication that Samantha’s cousin recently started on.

Needless to say, the girls didn’t care that Kyle was in the room.

Truthfully though, Kyle couldn’t help but be somewhat interested in what the girls were talking about. He always loved hearing about what fruit a girl currently tastes like. Like many others, eating a girl out was one of his favorite forms of foreplay, and whenever he met a new girl, he always wondered: “What does she taste like?”

Plus, the science behind it was fascinating! Generally, a sweet fruit meant the girl was on a healthy diet. But, if a girl ever started tasting citrusy, it was time for concern and start re-evaluating what said girl is eating. (Although if a girl tasted like lemons, it often warranted a trip to the doctors.)

He often wondered what it would be like if his own cum tasted like fruit. The fact that it was only restricted to a girl’s arousal baffled science. Then again, he had body hair; something which many girls said they consider extremely attractive and manly. That duality, girls tasting like fruit and men being the only sex with body hair, was the subject of many studies and often attributed to being nothing more than a gender difference.

When he was finally let out, these were the thoughts that plagued his mind. So much so that when he made it home, he said his customary hellos and paid little attention to both Bianca and Thomas, who were also done for the day.

Instead, he went up to the attic, anxious for his daily use of the world processor. When he sat down and the screen flared to acknowledge the user change, he took a brief moment to consider what to write.

Eventually he settled on something rather peculiar.

Ultimately, he felt bad for Cheryl’s sister. In the past, one of Kyle’s girlfriends had tried a new form of medicine, and one of the side effects was a citrusy pussy. The following hospital battle was still one of the most haunting memories of his life.

Since Cheryl’s sister’s condition was brought forth by her birth control, he figured that, if he truly was to make the world a better place, changing how women prevented pregnancies would be a good place to start. Plus, he wasn’t a stranger to stories about girls who had their libidos changed by the hormones found in birth control. The whole thing seemed to have potentially major side-effects on a girl's body.

Maybe it would be best if girls had a natural way of preventing accidental pregnancy. At least that way, Cheryl’s sister wouldn’t currently be in the hospital due to side effects from her birth control.

With that in mind, he started typing:

0003: Birth control, and other forms of contraception, don’t exist.

However, Kyle had just finished an extra long shift at work, and made a mistake. Out of sheer habit, he went to press enter in an attempt to start a new line instead of just appending to what he had already written. His hopes to give girls a natural way to prevent pregnancy disappeared as the World Processor flashed.

Many things disappeared from the world that night. Gone was medicated birth control pills, UIDs, diaphragms, nuvarings, and any other form of pregnancy prevention. This even included condoms, the morning-after pill, and the vasectomy procedure.

His change, as Kyle was later to discover, left girls with only two options when it came to preventing pregnancy.

One was abstinence.

The other was convincing the man to pull out.