Dressed in a black suit associated with SKA, Gene Serling entered an office building in Manhattan. Working in Market Research paid the bills, but Gene preferred writing science fiction. Right after he rode the elevator to the twelfth floor, his attention was on Stephanie Stevenson. Over the three weeks of the sepia-toned transgender woman’s employment, lovingly staring at her became a preoccupation.

Gene entered the narrow breakroom and approached Stephanie.
“Hello, I’m the mortician for this funeral home.”
“How lively,” Stephanie replied.

So from then on, a courtship pattern developed. Unfortunately, their platonic dates were anticlimactic. Regardless of how thoughtful the outings were, they all received a sisterly kiss or hug.

“Gene, I like you, but it is a difficult time to steer a course toward intercourse in this dimension.”
“Dimension? What are you saying?”
“Although it is prohibited, I will show you.”

Together, they walked over to an alley. Stephanie held up a smartphone-sized gold ankh. Her supple fingers pressed buttons, then a concentric yellow light appeared. Surrounded by the illumination, they disappeared, leaving no trace of the emanation or their presence.

From their former location, they reappeared in a craft. The interior reminded Gene of a submarine despite its advanced computers and view screens.

“I am a sociology student from another version of Earth.”
“What have you learned while being here?”
“Your Earth clings to backward views about genders and races.”
“Perhaps you can learn to love this being who wants to go forward with you.”
“Yes, Gene, I do want you. OK, damn the rules, let me take you to a locale known for amour.”

They traveled through a neon‑colored prismatic tunnel and landed in a forest where purple trees, flowers, and grass sauntered while conversing in a flutey tone.

“Early explorers called this planet Naturaheavena.”

Outside, Gene saw the ship. It had the look of a Stealth Bomber, but with a distinct difference—the Transgender Flag was painted all over every surface.

“Let me take you to the Exaltation Falls. It has an aphrodisiacal effect on people.”

Hand in hand, the nude duo strolled into rainbow-colored water. Gene admired Stephanie’s curvaceous form and sizable genitalia. She seemed equally impressed with the man’s fitness and erect member. Sensations created by the stream, perhaps best defined as warm, vibrating currents, ran through their bodies. Their once‑different colors took on a lavender hue. Their entire bodies merged, becoming a bright blob. Encased in lymphatic fluid, their hearts beat thunderously. Heat, at a sun-tanning level, rose in the cocoon. Finally, their unusual womb burst and orgasmic fluid spewed everywhere.

They drifted in the liquid and the waves soothed them.

“That was freakishly enjoyable, beautiful sister.”
“Trust me. I loved it just as much.”

“Stephanie, is there any way we can remain with each other?”
“I’m willing to take whatever chance it takes, Gene.”

Accelerating through the multiverse, the couple traveled to the most mysterious place in the whole cosmos—their hearts.