>>4988635You recognize, sometimes, how familiar it is to your own genital scent. You remember how you once learned that the fetus begins as neither male nor female, but there is a chromosomal alteration, a Y that develops for whatever unknown reason, which begins the transformation of testes from that which, without the alteration that shifts XX to XY, would become ovaries. They begin to travel, pushing out what would otherwise be the vulva, in which would form a tripartite pair of labia, inner, outer, and the vulvic shell, all of which form a tunnel from the cervical opening, beyond which will develop the womb. The first meta.
That collection of nerves that develops around the upper enclosures of the labia is brought forward, the penis beginning to develop as the scrotum fuses, the connection between the urethra and vas deferens (or ductus deferensus, as the modern nomenclature prefers, but which should require the renaming of the vasectomy as the "ductectomy," shouldn't it?) the fusing of a tube that would otherwise remain situated at the front of the vagina with the sperm-highway that juts out from the testicles, the cables being laid far before the roads would ever be tested, the production of sperm not being worth any devotion of resources until the body determines that there is any viability for it to survive in the first place [this is a bit of a Lamarckian error but it's hard to explain the period of time between birth and puberty without it, right?].
What you smell is the lack of sperm, because otherwise, it's almost the same fluid. Seminal vesicles combine with the cowper's gland to create the ejaculate by which the semen is cast forth, but otherwise, the glands that create this fluid are pretty much the same as her moist crotch. You are drawn to it ineluctably. You are repulsed only insofar as it is like your own scent.
I'm not a biologist, and this is probably more of a poetic analysis than it looks. But I hope it answers your question.
