Past Lou’s head, which lay on her breast, Deb couldn’t quite see him playing with her strap-on, but she felt it. A little pressure against her mound from its base, his fingers against the tip, moving it around. He seemed to be staring at it.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so fixated with that thing,” she chuckled. “Something on your mind?”
He sat up to face her, but didn’t meet her eyes, face red. He fiddled with the strap-on in his lap. His briefs were the only piece of clothing between them. He hadn’t taken them off completely the whole night, only lowered them to give access to his ass. “I, um… There’s something I’d like to try, but it’s… weird.”
Deb rose to her elbows with a smirk. He was cute when he was embarrassed, but… “Come on, Lou. I thought we passed the point of awkwardness when I started pegging you.” She’d been skeptical of that at first, but it had turned out to be a lot of fun.
He chuckled nervously, smiling apologetically. “Yeah. This is just… a whole other level of extreme. You see… I had a procedure done.” He rose to his knees, and dropped his briefs.
At first, Deb couldn’t tell what she was supposed to see. She squinted, but in the dim light filtering through her dorm blinds, it just looked like his dick. “Hold on.” She felt around the base of her desk lamp until she found the button, and turned it on.
Encircling Lou’s dick was a thin ring of red, like under a fresh tattoo.
She eyed him with interest. “You got your dick modified! What’s it do?”
Encouraged, Lou leaned off the bed, pulled his backpack over, and fished around inside it.
He came back with a small black and grey device, like a USB thumb drive with a button on the side. He knelt in front of her again, placed the rounded end of the drive against the red line, and pressed the button.
Much to Deb’s surprise, a quiet, high-pitched whirring noise came from her boyfriend’s crotch. So slowly that it was imperceptible at first, his manhood pushed away from his body, skin pulling in behind it. He started breathing heavily, and sweating. Then, it dropped off onto the bed.
Deb’s jaw dropped. For a moment, as Lou caught his breath, all she could do was stare, first at the disembodied parts on her sheet, then at the crotch from which it had come. All there was to mark where his manhood once had been was a thin, red, vertical line.
Lou was watching her, red-faced again and eyes filled with worry, awaiting her response.
For the moment, the only word she could manage was an airy “Whoa.”
She reached over, gingerly lifting the dick from her bed. It looked so familiar, yet so alien. A blunted cone of textured metal covered the side which belonged inside him. “You made your dick detachable?” She went to touch the metal, but hesitated. “Are these nanites?” Her first instinct was that nanites could be very delicate, and she sure as hell didn’t want to risk damaging them.
“Yeah,” he admitted sheepishly. “Don’t worry - they assemble a solid steel coating against the back. It won’t break at a casual touch.”
She brought it close to her face, squinting her eyes, and ran a finger along the metal surface. Were those individual nanites she saw? Of course, for a true nanite, that would be impossible, but when complicated machines less than a millimeter long had become widely available, the term had quickly risen to popular use.
She looked into his eyes, and grinned. “You want to me to fuck you without your dick?” She waved it around to emphasize the point. “How am I both stunned and completely unsurprised?”
He looked aside again, and chuckled nervously. “Not… exactly.”
She peered at him curiously, waiting for him to explain.
He folded his hands, and bowed down, in a pose that resembled begging. It was something he did sometimes. Not that she required it of him. It just helped with the role he liked to take. “It would be… my greatest dream come true…” The words sounded rehearsed, but he still struggled to push them out. “...if you would fuck me… with m-my… d-dick.” He finished the request staring with wide-eyed terror at the bed.
Deb was so surprised, she dropped his dick.
Lou didn’t move.
For a second, she searched his face. It was hard to believe, on the surface of it. Yet with everything else he was into, it kind of added up. He looked way too scared to not be serious. That was the look of a man who’d laid his heart bare, and was half expecting it to destroy him.
She turned her attention back to the thing between them. A floppy little sausage and two nuts. How did she feel about this? She tried to envision herself with a dick, and it was almost too easy: she’d had practice while using the strap-on. She’d never been interested in dominating a boyfriend until he’d brought it up, but so far, he hadn’t been wrong: it was exciting. It was hot. Having his dick while they did it? That sounded like domination past generations could only have dreamed of. The greatest orgasm control toys in the world had nothing on a blank crotch. He was literally giving his dick to her.
“Next time,” she thought, “I’ll have to take it from him. He’ll get a kick out of that!”
She placed it against her mound experimentally. “So, do I need to get surgery?”
Lou’s body sagged, and relieved joy spread across his face. He looked like he was about to cry. “No, my goddess,” he replied and held out the USB device. “I needed surgery to set this up, but the nanites can take care of everything from here. Just use this.”
“Goddess?” she remarked as she took the device, barely keeping herself from laughing. “I guess I’ve been promoted.”
“It will hurt a little,” Lou warned. “From what I’ve read, it should be like some rougher piercings.”
Unfortunately, Deb only had pierced ears, so she didn’t have a lot of perspective. It hadn’t looked too bad coming off “Your first act as worshiper is to hurt your goddess?” she teased. “You’re begging for some divine retribution.” She pressed the metal surface against herself, touched the round end of the control device against it, and pressed the button.
“Yes, please,” came Lou’s breathy reply.
It was like a knife had been pressed into her. She sucked in air and bit her lower lip. Maybe not a knife. More like a really painful shot. Or how bad she was always worried shots were going to be. All around the cut, it itched and tickled. Then, her skin parted, spread. The itching and tickling ceased. The pain was fading. Now, it mostly just felt weird. Not only the skin was being pulled apart, but whatever was underneath it. Was it muscle under there? She was an architecture major. Anatomical structures eluded her.
The metal sank into her, a boat slowly submerging in a tan sea. She squirmed from the sheer, strange sensation of it. Her body knew this was not how things worked. Then the last glint of metal was gone. There was a last little tickle around the rim, and it was over.
She took a few deep breaths, and wiped sweat that had been forming on her brow.
She didn’t know what she had expected. More, certainly. It almost felt wrong that there wasn’t a ridge, a plateau of skin. A mind-blowing explosion of sexual energy. Instead, it was just a difference of color. A thin line of red separating Lou’s lighter tone from hers. She wasn’t sure she felt anything.
Experimentally, she touched it. If this whole thing wasn’t crazy, that was: she felt it. The touch of her fingers sliding across a body part she hadn’t had a minute ago. All of a sudden, it was way more real. A dick. Attached to her body. She pinched her thumb and first two fingers around it, and squeezed experimentally. A sort of feeling rose. A tingling, warmth, and a tangle in her stomach. It was a little like touching her clit, but strange, alien.
“This is surreal,” she breathed. “Your dick… It’s right here. I can feel it.”
When she met his eyes, they were filled with such passionate desire, she was almost surprised he wasn’t drooling.
They tried for half an hour, but she couldn’t get it up.
“I fucked everything up,” moaned Lou, sitting on the edge of the bed. He began to choke on the words. “I stained your beautiful body.”
Deb laid her hands on his shoulders, pulling him back against her. “No, no, sweetie no! We tried a new thing, and I don’t regret it for a second! It’s just… it’s our first time, you know? I can’t get comfortable. Not tonight.”
“But,” she continued, as she fished around until she found the nanites’ control device, “you know what we’re going to do?”
She touched the device to herself, and pressed the button. It began to itch, and she felt the inner mechanisms pushing back out of her. It didn’t hurt this time. She supposed once she was cut, she was cut. Like getting her ears pierced. “We’re going to go through this week,” she purred into his ear, “knowing that you’re mine. Nothing has changed that.”
She replaced Lou’s dick back against him, and pushed the button. Did alignment matter? No doubt he could fix it later if she got it wrong. “And next Saturday night, you’re going to get your ass back in here,” she took on an aggressive, growling tone, “and we’re going to try again.”
* * *One week later* * *
Deb had spent every night that week preparing herself. The first two days were mostly just getting her head around the idea. Was she actually uncomfortable with it? The more she thought about it, and the more she read about nanotech and body part transplants, the less it bothered her. With that out of the way, she started looking up porn.
There was no shortage of porn of cisgender women with penises, called “futanari”, and no shortage of them dominating men, either. Futas she could relate to were rare, but in cases where the men were enough like Lou, she could imagine herself in their shoes by pretending it was roleplay. The idea of acting the part of Queen Bitch Futa for Lou was exciting enough for now. She could feel out ways that suited her better as she went.
By the time the knock came at her door, she was ready in more ways than one. She closed her laptop, grabbed the nanite controller, and opened the door with a devious smirk.
She found Lou fiddling with his hands, with a smile that failed to fully cover up his nerves. He opened his mouth to say something. She grabbed him by the waistband of the pants, and pulled him inside.
Once the door was closed, she put a hand on his chest, and pushed him against the wall. Not that she was really strong enough to push him around, but he was always happy to follow as she directed.
Again he started to talk, something that sounded like it might have been an apology. It was accidentally a perfect invitation: she put a finger to his lips, looking at him sternly. She also touched the controller to his pants and pressed the button.
It was something of a relief when she heard the nanites whirring: She hadn’t been sure it’d work through a few millimeters of cotton. Far greater was watching his eyes as he melted. Her heart fluttered. Smug pride rose in her chest and pulled a smirk onto her face, and she embraced it. This wasn’t time for restraint or humility. It was time to have some fun.
* * *Six weeks later* * *
“Bye! Love you!”
As soon as the door closed, Deb flopped back into her bed. “No,” she scolded herself. “Don’t go back to sleep.” Wearing herself out, followed by not enough sleep was a familiar experience, but it was starting to happen a little too often. Still, as her mind drifted back to the image of Lou staring up at her with adoration, one cheek against her thigh and the other his own cock, she couldn’t be anything but happy about it.
The way she felt, falling back to sleep was a real danger she would not allow. With a groan, she forced herself to get up, then trudged into the still-steamy bathroom.
As she sat on the toilet, she caught something out of the corner of her eye that had her doing a double-take. Right there, on the counter next to her sink, was a familiar pinkish tube-and-sack of skin.
She started to panic. Was it possible she could still catch him? No, surely a text would be better. Then a more rational thought settled in: A man did not simply forget his penis. He’d left it here on purpose. A tickled laugh rose in her chest. “I guess giving me your dick now extends to day-to-day life,” she mused. And not just briefly, either. It was Tuesday. Their schedules wouldn’t align enough to spend time together until Friday.
After her shower, she placed the penis in a plastic snack bag padded with wadded-up toilet paper, and hid it in her purse. If in the next three days Lou decided he needed it, he could text, and they could probably arrange to at least meet somewhere.
As she left her room, a pair of other women glared at her before quickly avoiding looking at her, whispering between themselves. There were always a few who disapproved of how much time she spent behind a locked door with Lou. She could only see them as jealous. “I have my man’s penis in my bag,” she chuckled to herself. “They have no idea how jealous they should be!”
Buoyed by that delightful thought, she went on the hunt for a desperately-needed energy smoothie. One of the hardcore ones that came with the warning about kidney damage if you drink them too often.
* * *One month later* * *
Deb checked her phone as she stepped out of her Materials Science class. There was a text from Lou. “Prof Sommer iced in class canceled lunch at gamble?” With a smile, she replied “Sure! Be there in 10.” First order of business, though, was a trip to the restroom.
She found the only open stall dirty. This was a rare problem: The university had cleaning bots that came through frequently, but now and then you got unlucky. Staring at the pee-splattered seat in irritation, Deb weighed her options.
There were other restrooms in this building. There were also the ones at the Lisa Gamble Dining Hall. She could try squatting. If the person who made this mess in the first place didn’t have a penis, they would have had to.
If they didn’t… Now that gave her an idea. It’s not like she hadn’t been curious.
She retrieved Lou’s penis from its now cotton-padded bag, pressed it to herself, and activated the bots. Immediately, she started to regret it. Her face grew hot as the whir suddenly seemed to be ten times as loud as it had ever been before, echoing off the restroom walls. She tried to assure herself that even if everyone heard it, no one would know what that sound was.
Starting to pee was a slow, careful process. She’d learned a little bit of control during sex with Lou, and had gotten a pretty good sense of the way the nanites had adjusted existing muscle groups. When it worked as hoped, she nearly laughed in triumph!
Once finished, she held the controller in place, then hesitated. It was Thursday afternoon. Every week, she’d given Lou his dick back on Friday morning. Keeping it in her bag had become more of a habit than anything. He’d never asked for it back early. Actually, he never asked for it back at all.
A horribly risqué idea arose. She was wearing tights, baggy pants, and a coat that went past her butt. Nobody would know.
She zipped up her pants and dropped the control back in her bag. The smile of a devious fox met her in the mirror as she washed her hands.
It was a walk she’d taken hundreds of times. Dozens with sidewalks framed by almost a foot of snow. Never had it been such a thrill! She had a devious, perverted secret. Every stranger she passed by was someone who would be shocked to know she had her boyfriend’s junk in her pants. Well, 80% of them at least.
Lou was waiting just inside Gamble. They greeted each other with a kiss, and two minutes later sat down with their meals.
The thrill she’d felt on the way hadn’t abated. She was surrounded by strangers not in the know. And then there was Lou! “I’m wearing his penis! Should I tell him?” Having a secret was fun, but she knew he’d find it just as hot as she did. Maybe more! The fact that she was starting to feel something from it just made it worse. Clearly the cold had been holding it back!
“Deb?”
She blinked in shock. “Hm?” That wasn’t the soreness of frost in her face. And she’d definitely been staring. “Oh, shit, he’s been talking, hasn’t he?”
Lou chuckled softly. “You seem preoccupied.”
She laughed with mild embarrassment, starting to cross her legs before reconsidering. “Heh heh… Yeah.”
* * *Six months later* * *
As the car Lou had bought her for graduation rolled into a parking space, its motor spinning softly to a stop, she fished some sunscreen out of her beach bag, passing it to Lou before digging for the nanite control.
Once the nanites had done their work, she sat there for a moment with a disembodied dick in her hand. She rubbed her thighs together, feeling the empty space, and rolled her hips around. “Wow. It actually feels kinda weird. And it’s weird that it feels weird,” she giggled.
Lou froze to half-gape at her, though it was at odds with his grin. “You’re keeping it on that much, now? How long have you had it on?” he enquired excitedly.
“Two weeks?” she replied sheepishly.
Lips pushed against hers. “Damn, I love you,” Lou muttered.
“I love you, too,” she replied, appreciating the disembodied member in her hand. “You know, that’s part of why I keep it on so much. It’s this part of you that’s with me all the time. In its own weird way, it’s precious and sweet.” She smirked at him as she accepted the sunscreen back. “Maybe not that weird to you. You get it.”
“You know…” Lou mumbled, it being his turn for awkward confessions. “I’m actually wearing a bikini bottom under these trunks.”
Deb eyed him, impressed with his boldness. He hadn’t had his penis back in months and now, whether he’d planned on keeping the trunks on or not, he’d clearly had no plan to put it back on now.
A grin split her face as a devious thought took hold of her. “Give me your trunks.”
* * *Two years later* * *
Deb laughed. Her heart pounded. Her head swam. She nearly tripped Lou in her rush to haul him into the bedroom.
This was it. They were married. She and Lou were married, and now had a whole lifetime together as husband and wife ahead of them. Those thoughts had cycled in her head for the past three hours. She doubted she could think of anything else.
Somehow, despite a constant feeling of being about to fall flat on her face, the wedding had been a dream come true. Everything done their way. Well, except for a shockingly rude and entitled moment from Aunt Carol, but Uncle Larry and Will managed to keep her occupied and far from Deb for the rest of the night. The music was theirs. The decor was mostly holograms they’d designed together. Her dress evoked the look and scent of lilacs.
Now began their first night of their new life together. On some level, it seemed strange: other than getting a house, not much had actually changed. Still, she was giddy with excitement. How could she help it? Why would she want to?
Lou went to the dresser to retrieve something. Deb tried to take advantage of his back being turned, untying the laces on her back, but the dress wasn’t designed to come off quickly. She’d only loosened it before he returned holding a small box.
He took a knee, and held the box up to her. “I have one last gift for you tonight, goddess.” He looked much like when he’d proposed to her. Just as red-faced, but much more calm and confident.
Deb wasn’t sure her heart could take it.
Her hands could, though, moving almost automatically to accept the box. There wasn’t really a question what was in it.
“Not my penis,” he proclaimed, “but yours, now and forever.”
Deb had no words. Hers, officially and completely. Instead, she said “Get up.”
As Lou was halfway to his feet, she pushed him over onto the bed, laying on top of him and planting a firm, passionate kiss.
* * *Six years later* * *
Deb hauled herself out of her pool and onto the lightly textured high-friction floor. Going through her usual sequence of stretches, she savored the feeling of the ache and burn flowing out of her muscles.
Occasionally, she’d glimpse herself in the mirrored wall, dressed only in a bikini top. She’d never been happier with her body.
Lou had been part of a team that wrote a program which made networking modular robots much more user-friendly, and now received 0.1% of all profits from its sale, to the tune of over $10,000 a month. This had allowed Deb to take bigger risks. She’d been able to pitch the designs she’d wanted to build, and though she’d been shot down many times, once it did pay off, she was able to build a reputation, a brand. Now she had millions to sink into her dream house, Lou was retired at the age of 30, and they had all the time and money in the world for things like fitness and eating properly.
At first she’d just wanted to put on a little muscle to be able to throw Lou around a bit, but she’d fallen in love with what fitness had done to her. She was thin. She had energy. She had a body she could compare to a professional swimmer, or volleyball player. Ideal pictures of athletic feminine beauty. Ironic, given how eye-catching her fair-skinned dick was.
Mostly dry, she joined Lou in the TV room. She was constantly rethinking plans for the space, so for now, there were just a few nice couches. She snuck up behind him, and planted a kiss on his cheek. “What ya watching?”
He smiled and kissed her back. He’d always had keeping weight off as a priority, which had gotten worrying at one point, but he also always wanted to serve and pamper her, so it hadn’t been too hard to convince him that he needed to eat and keep at least a little muscle.
“Uhhh… I dunno. Something about eighteenth century Europe. The Enlightenment?”
Wrapping her arms around his chest, Deb watched with him for a little while, glancing back at him every minute or so. He clearly wasn’t engaged with it. He’d gotten like this a lot, lately.
“You’re bored,” she asserted.
“Well… yeah?” Lou confessed. “I guess.”
“I think you should start working again.”
He eyed her confused. Maybe, to her regret, a little hurt. “But then I couldn’t spend as much time here with you.”
“You can’t spend all your time on me. You never got like this when you were still coding.”
He frowned, staring down at the floor. “I want to give every moment I can to you, even if that means compromising on myself.”
“Well, your goddess will be happier when you’re happier,” she assured him, then pressed her lips into his cheek. “Just try it out. We’ll see in a few weeks if that works or not.”
* * *Three months later* * *
Deb smiled and laughed with the others in the couches built into the walls of her sunken living room. She wasn’t really part of the conversation - these were Lou’s friends more than hers - but she enjoyed the energy. She really loved seeing Lou smile and laugh more.
“Excuse me,” she injected. “I’m going to refill my drink.” Lou began to rise and offer to get it for her, but she pressed a hand against his chest.
“You know what?” Susan, the only other one there Deb knew fairly well chimed in. “I’m low, too.” She followed her to the kitchen.
“Far be it from me to pry into your personal life,” Susan said gingerly as she held her glass under the nozzle, “but the way Lori hovers around your husband… Well, I’m sure I’m being silly. There’s no way you couldn’t have noticed!”
Caught off-guard, a laugh burst through Deb’s lips, which she quickly covered, snickering. She glanced back toward the living room with a smirk. “Oh, it hadn’t escaped me.” Even if Lori wanted to try something, she was going to be disappointed. It was amusing to entertain thoughts of humiliating a would-be man-stealer, though. “I really don’t have anything to worry about from her.”
“I’m sure you know your business,” Susan conceded. “Let’s just forget I said anything, could we?”
* * *Two weeks later* * *
Watching models switch between poses as lights flashed, Deb bounced from foot to foot with nervous energy. She felt out of place, but excited. She had a body most women would envy, but the models were all thinner, and images of perfection in ways she could never dream of. Though the woman who’d applied her makeup seemed like some sort of miracle-worker. “I’m not going to be expected to do that, right?” She asked the women next to her. “All those poses, so fast?”
“No, Elaine will guide you through it,” a model explained. Elaine, Deb gathered, was the woman behind the camera.
The model eyed Deb for a minute. “So, you’re doing this for the magazine, right? Rich and famous, self-made woman?”
Deb laughed, the nature of the question easing some of her self-consciousness. “Yeah. I’m an architect. Not surprised if you haven’t heard of me, it’s not that kind of fame.”
“An architect posing for bikini pics. Not that you won’t still have the men drooling. What made you decide to do this, though? Did the mag approach you?”
“It was my husband’s idea, actually! Something of a surprise, but it sounded fun.” She’d also had to leave her dick at home. It wasn’t something she was ready to be photographed with in a swimsuit. Taking it off for the first time in years had stung like the first time, back in college, and she’d found herself surprised by how odd she felt without it. A piece of herself was missing, and as silly as it was, she felt less confident. “It’s no big deal, though. It’s just for a few hours,” she reminded herself.
The model nodded, then exchanged a look with another. Were they nervous? Concerned?
“...What?” Deb asked.
“Your husband’s idea?” the second model clarified. “To get you out of the house and occupied for hours? And - I’m not judging but - I saw that mark on your abs. Have you left something behind?”
Again, Deb laughed. What they were implying was absurd! Impossible, even! But Elaine, who was just within earshot, suddenly looked uncomfortable. Deb could almost feel there was guilt in her eyes. Hadn’t she been the one Lou had made arrangements with?
No, it was nothing. Had to be nothing.
It was late when Deb got home. Though he used to make a point to always greet her at the door with a smile, he’d gone to bed early a few nights, lately. There was nothing wrong with that. He could do what he wanted. It was just unusual.
Doing her best to fight down the fears bubbling up inside her, she hurried to their bedroom. Lou wasn’t there. There was a note on their bed. Nearing panic, she yanked open her underwear drawer.
Her penis was there, right where she’d left it, but…
There was a glistening trail from the tip, as if it had been used, then gone flaccid after being detached. It had happened to her a few times, back when she was still taking it off regularly.
Her heart dropped into the pit of her stomach. Suddenly she felt very cold. She dropped into the bed. Suddenly, many things made too much sense. There had been dozens of signs. Signs it seemed everyone had been able to see but her.
She seized her penis and the control, quickly reattaching it. She needed it back on. To reclaim it. To be whole again.
She fell to her side, crying. Feeling returned, but it felt dirty, contaminated. Betrayed. What she thought had been - what should have been - the safest thing in her life was gone. Life with Lou was supposed to be forever.
* * *One week later* * *
A knock at the door interrupted Deb’s workout. She set down the barbell, wiped her face with a towel which she then draped over her shoulders, then headed for the front door, sipping a glass of water as she went.
The fear, the disgust, and the feeling of being rudderless in a storm had all faded. Now, she was just angry, and exercise was a perfect outlet for that.
Still, there was a touch of nervousness in her stomach. It probably wasn’t Lou, but it could be, and all interaction with him was now uncomfortable. Checking the porch camera, she was relieved to see it was her lawyer, briefcase in one hand, folder in the other.
Feeling it inappropriate to greet the woman in bike shorts, Deb tied the towel around her waist before opening. “Hey, Vargus. What’s up?”
“Good morning, Debra,” Ms. Vargus replied with professional evenness. “Louie and Mr. Grace have drafted terms. May I come in?”
Deb nodded. “Of course.” She stepped aside and let the other woman in, closing the door after her. “Help yourself to a drink if you’d like.”
Vargus handed Deb the folder before heading for the kitchen.
In the sitting room, Deb opened the folder. Though most of its contents were the clinically formal documents she’d come to expect from lawyers, on the corner of the first page was a message written in pen. It took her a moment to make it out. People didn’t often write by hand these days, especially Lou. “please don't make this harder than it has to be”.
She found her fingers leaving marks in the paper, and wiped off more sweat on the towel.
Vargus entered quietly as Deb read. Meticulously, she arranged her briefcase and glass of water on tables around her.
Paragraph by paragraph, relief settled in. He didn’t want the house. He’d take the second car. He wanted half the value of their accounts and investments. There were dozens of smaller things, most of which she’s always thought of as his.
Coming to the end, she could almost believe that this part of the divorce, at least, would be painless. The last paragraph then came as such a surprise, she couldn’t wrap her head around what she was reading, and had to start again. Then, she read it a few more times, certain she must be misunderstanding something. The meaning of the words cruelly refused to change.
With a chill, Deb closed her legs, closed the folder, set it in her lap, folded her hands, and set them in her lap. She took a deep breath, and slowly let it out, then looked to Vargus, who was watching with calm expectation. Deb wondered if the gesture had come across as protective as it probably subconsciously was.
She had no idea how she could fight this, how a woman could argue in divorce court that her penis was hers, and not her husband’s.
She was for damned sure going to try.