Two People

You aren't sure who these people are, but judging from their stature you can safely assume that one is a futa, like yourself, and the other is a woman. You slowly open the door and peer out.

The woman appears to be in her mid to late sixties, with graying brown hair and, thanks to modern medicine, the fairest hint of wrinkles forming by her eyes and on her brow. She's wearing a nice suit and skirt combo that reeks with the scent of a government official. Her suit jackets is a tan and open at the top, revealing a low cut white dress shirt that shows off her ample breasts. Her matching tan skirt covers her thighs but shows off her shapely calves and her feet are covered in sharp high-heels.

The futa on the other hand seems to be quite young, maybe only a couple of years older than you. She's tall and a little lanky, but you can see the buldge of her muscles, even under her suit. She's completely bald and her dark sunglasses prevent you from seeing where she's looking, putting you off ease.

The woman steps forward and with a clear voice addresses you.

"Jane Doe?"

You step outside, but keep your door open behind you.

"That's me," you respond, your unease with the situation evident in your voice.

"I'm Agent Harvard and this," the woman gestures to the futa behind her, "Is Agent Teal. We're here from the Ministry of Social Affairs."

You know of the Ministry of Social Affairs, nearly everyone does. The Ministry of Social Affairs, or MSA, is a branch of the government that focuses on interpersonal relations within the country. They're the one responsible for keeping the general populace happy and engaged. Most of them are therapists, psychologists and other mental oriented folk. You most often hear about them for organizing job fairs, dating sites and raising awareness for other charities but they're most known for keeping the population under control.

The MSA is said to invite people to resorts, though you've heard they're closer to laboratories, to help keep the population high. While much of the world has taken drastic measures to reduce overpopulation, most of the first world doesn't have to deal with overpopulation thanks to advanced general and sexual education, better preventative measures, higher life expectancy and, perhaps most importantly, a large number of bois. In most countries bois are viewed as useless, they aren't strong like men and futas, they can't be impregnated like a woman, most can't sustain an erection necessary for impregnating a woman, and they tend to be meek. This leads to many foreign countries either putting bois up for adoption of encouraging them to leave when they're able to.

"Miss Doe?"

You snap out of your internal monologue and see the woman staring at you impatiently.

"Were you listening to me?"

You scratch the back of your head, "Uh...."

"Typical futa," you hear Agent Harvard mumble under her breath.

"I was saying that the Ministry of Social Affairs has need of you."

You shake your head, this must be a dream.

"Me?" you ask, "Why me? I'm just some nobody!"

The two agents share a quick glance before Agent Harvard continues, "Maybe so but our various tests have shown that you are both physically and mentally desirable for our country. You were a star soccer player in highschool and throughout your college career. You also graduated with and exceptional GPA. You're smart, fit, and, according to our surveys, you rank as above average in physical appearance."

You aren't sure what to make of this.

"T-thanks...I guess," you mumble out.

"Your government needs you to join us for a while," continues the woman, "As you know there is growing pressure, a growing need, for a second home. A second Earth."

You gasp out loud, "Look...Agent Harvard was it? I don't know what or who you thought I was, but I graduated with a degree in Business! I'm don't want to go to space, I'm not astronaut!"

The two Agents look at each other and break out laughing. You feel a heated blush cross your face as your glow beet red with embarrassment. You even feel the start of tears forming at the corners of your eyes when you feel a hand on your arm, you look down and see Agent Harvard gently patting you.

"Miss Doe," the woman chokes out between giggles, "We don't want you to go to space!"

The futa chuckles deeply again.

"Well then, what do you want?" you inquire.

Agent Harvard smiles and hands you a pink envelope with many official looking seals. You read the words that adorn the front of the envelope.

Aphrodite's Mars: The Red Planet's Children

You look back to Agent Harvard who smile reassuringly at you.

"Miss Doe," the Agent speaks up, "We want your genetics."