This choice: You feel your own education evaporate away, your literacy vanish... • Go Back...Chapter #8You feel your own education evaporate away, you... by: Mr. George   Even as the panic threatens to overwhelm, you try to snap yourself out of the nightmare. Switching on the TV, only settles a heavy icy chill in the pit of your stomach.
You quickly find the punishment channel. It's a twenty-four hour a day, seven day a week, fifty-two weeks a year endeavour that shows the power of the new government. Women feature prominently occupying ninety percent of the broadcast. Their punishment for the least offenses is a deeper feminisation. A bust boost, a booty expansion, a libido boost, lip plumpening, or an IQ lowering. The penalties vary depending on the offence, and the insecurity of the offender.
Even though women occupy the majority of the broadcast, it's features are still the 10% of men, being sentenced to feminisation, and all the heightened risks, and expectations that are demanded of them.
You watch frozen in horror and empathy as one woman is sentenced to a lip enhancement. Boosting not merely their size, but boosting their sensitivity too. Her punishment worsened by her keeping a full awareness and intelligence. She fought not to scream, as her face filled the screen, before the next subject appeared from the darkness.
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The next woman who burst brightly into focus was already shaking her head in denial, alternately weeping, and pleading before flipping to threats of vengeance and retribution. Nothing stopped her receiving the permanent tongue piercing that stole away her clear voice. She was cursed to always lisp and drool, never be taken seriously or talk properly ever again.
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Wanting to look away, you feel compelled to watch as it's a man who appears. The countdown appearing over him, encouraging the watching audience to count along with the in studio audience in the execution of his punishment. It was always the most exciting. The nanites were unleashed, and capable of creating any woman that science could fashion. Unlimited by the laws of nature, she was allegedly summoned by the subconscious of the guilty party.
On zero, he's consumed by the nanites. A swarming cloud briefly filling the screen, before she's reconstructed as a lingerie clad woman. The cheer from the studio at witnessing the creation of such a creature only underlining how depraved the man had been.
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A bead of milk, slowly beading on the slightly swaying bust that hung heavily from her shoulders like the udders she'd fantasized of, as... She shook her head, that name was gone, locked away beyond recall. Only her former sex, and the punishment remained to remind her of how far she'd fallen. She smiles uncertainly basking in confusion and the adoration of the audience. She's born with a pride in her extraordinary child-bearing hips, and her insatiable appetites...
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Nausea rises in your throat, at the risks you face in this world. Only just managing to find a bin to stop you decorating the carpet with the contents of your stomach. You NEED to escape this reality, your mind racing as you try to recall how the story ended.
Another wave of nausea comes, as you dry retch, your empty stomach cramping, as you have nothing more to eject. You find your literacy dropping. Even words you should know are a struggle. You count the letters... five, six, seven letter words are okay-ish. But anything with -like- eight letters or more makes your head hurt and you feel stupid and needing a man to help you.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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