Yes

Sarah walked in with you to the New Life Fertility Clinic, but she just handed some papers to the front desk and left. At least it was an easy move for you, what with having literially nothing but the clothes on your back and even then you were given those clothes from the hospital lost-and-found. Interesting fact, according to your t-shirt the band Nirvana still existed in this world but it was all women. A weird coincidence you hope to find more of.

It was the easiest move-in you've ever had, but it was also the strangest. Signing the paperwork was easy, and it says basically what Sarah described. They used terms like "Fitness Guidelines", "Personable Compensation", and "Acts of Life", but it's basically the same. They chose what you eat and the pills you take, you spend an hour a day in their gym, they'll pay for everything with bonuses for confirmed pregnancies, and you have to either give a sperm donation or have sex with a woman they'll pick once a day. That last one just blows your mind a little bit, you HAVE to. In the other world getting laid was an uncommon event you hoped for - here you are required to do so to keep your new apartment.

That's when things start getting weird. They step into the main medical exam room and immediately order you to strip nude. The camera comes out immediately as a female doctor stands next to a professional photographer to start taking snapshots. It feels weirdly objectifying, like complaints you've heard from women in the old world kind of make sense now.

"Alright, not bad. Definitely some potential there. The gym will tighten him up." the lady doctor starts, looking at you like you're a showcase mannequin at least at the moment.

"Penis size is really good. I mean, would feel ripped off if that was in a porn movie but if I was in a room with it I'd be happy. Just a second, let me take a few pictures." the photographer starts, her finger

"How many sexual partners have you had, Mr. - Doe?"

"I...uh, don't remember."

"Huh? Oh, yes - your file. We'll keep that on the down low."

"How do we know if he's fertile then?"

"Andrologist gave him a clean bill of health, but that just means there's nothing that very obviously wrong. Mr. Doe, we're going to need a sample."

And there, you saw a little opportunity for some payback. The question is if you take it.