Just a Nurse

You took the time to just process everything you've learned so far. That old mirror maze apparently had a portal to a parallel universe, a universe starting at about the Industrial Revolution people began to notice more women were being born then Men. A lot more. Currently it's roughly 10 to 1 according to that museum exhibit. As a result the laws have been changed, marriage and monogamy are either illegal or legally frowned on, he'd have to check. The museum was sort of vague on that point.

You think about what you've seen outside too. The masses were getting ****, people were going around naked or damn close to so as to try to make some more babies. Heck, this was a Hospital and he was seeing nurses walk by in white button up sleeveless blouses and miniskirts. A nurse walks into this room to do her rounds, checking on the chart and leaving a tray of food. She bends over and is obviously not wearing any underwear. You look away out of some sort of modesty but then remember walking around outside. NOT staring was considered weird and rude. Maybe he should look.

It's not like it was an unpleasant view. The nurse was a petite blonde with a short haircut, and from what he saw earlier the carbet matched the drapes. She catches him looking and just smiles, taking a moment to show that her name tag read Vanessa. That is something that's going to take a lot of getting used to. Shielding your eyes was the dick move, ogling was the polite move. He wonders if they call it a dick move a moment before she began to speak.

"How are we doing, Mr. Joe Doe? Hungry?" she asks. Joe Doe. Must be their version of John Doe. At least this meant the amnesia charade was still working.

"Yeah, a lot actually." you reply, and it's true. You've only had a couple granola bars since Lunch, before the mirror. It's now, what, Midnight back home? Here it's getting close to dusk. Maybe time passes at the same rate, it's just out of sync.

"That's good, actually. It means everything below the neck is working just fine." she replies, and it looks like dinner is fried chicken, mashed potatoes, green beans, and apple cider. Alright, another difference between worlds, the hospital food here was better. You greedily grab a drumstick and wolf it down with a chuckle.

"Oh, better then I expected." you say to Vanessa as she fluffs your pillow.

"That reminds me, the Andrologist cleared you. You can have Sex again anytime you want."

It takes you a second to figure out what's an Andrologist, but it makes sense really. On your world women have Gynocologists but on here being Female is the norm, so it's the male one that gets the name.

"Oh, that's great to hear." you smile, leaning back.

"You really don't remember anything? Do you remember when is the last time you had Sex?"

"Nope," you shrug, and it's a bit of an inner joke. It has been a while since you got laid. Vanessa hisses a bit at that answer like she didn't like hearing it.

"That's not good. A healthy adult male ideally never goes more then 72 hours without having sex, and other than the memory loss you do seem to be perfectly healthy." she replies, looking you over. Did you hear that right? A medical professional of this world telling you that it was bad for you to not get laid at least once every three days? Who wrote that medical journal, Hustler?

"It does feel like it's been a while, but I honestly couldn't tell you."

"Well, I'm on duty so I'm not supposed to - but this does sound like a medical emergency. Want to have sex with me, just right here?" she speaks, starting to climb up onto the hospital bed.

"Um, yeah - sure." you reply, with a shrug. It was easier in this world, wasn't it. She was already opening up her skirt and rubbing her own clit to get some moisture going.

"Well alright, there's a couple detectives on their way over to talk to you but we should have time for a quickie before they get here. Maybe it'll get you your memory back!" she giggles as she climbs up and opens up your pants, giving it a few strokes before starting to line herself up...