This choice: The feminist society arrives, and other characters • Go Back...Chapter #3Something else by: Yote   "You need to learn to relax. You need-"
You never find out what Nathan thinks you need, because at that moment a ear-piercing electronic shriek cuts through the air. Turning your gaze to the source of the noise on the street outside, you see a pretty blonde girl in a University Feminist Society branded tee-shirt stood on a platform in the center of the gaggle of students. A pair of loudspeakers have been set-up, and she fumbles with the settings on a megaphone in her hands, trying to quell the electronic feedback.
"Is... is this thing working?... testing, testing, awesome... Hello everybody! How are you guys all doing? How are you enjoying our First Annual Fem-Festival?!" The crowd of young women and sissies cheer their approval back at her, some of the more drunken students giving loud whoops of enjoyment. "Don't you all look great! I'm seeing so many pretty faces out there. I hope you all remembered to take advantage of our discounted tattoo tent, though I'm sorry to have to tell you that they've totally run out of pink ink."
The crowd erupts in jovial boos. One slim, shirtless youth at the front of the crowd blushes and raises his hands apologetically. His chest is entirely covered in an intricate, vibrant tattoo of twisting, green vines and pink roses, while his back shoulders and neck have been inked with a flurry of rose petals.
"Anyway, we'd like to end the festival with a gift to you, especially all the hairy guys out there. Those of you with an attachment to your beards or moustaches, and want to stay attached to them... might wanna leave now. This stuff is permanent. You've been warned!"
A trio of women come into sight at the edge of the crowd, lugging between them a heavy metal cylinder. F'Aureal Pharmaceutics, is printed on the side, along with Industrial Strength Depilatory, The canister is dragged on stage and the woman with the megaphone attaches a nozzle to it. "Who wants to go first?!" she cries.
Most of the crowd pushes forward, clamoring to be the first, shouting loudly in excitement, though you notice a number of men struggling against the tight press of people, fighting for the edge of the group as though their lives depend on it. The woman on stage notices them, and a devious twinkle enters her eye as she squeezes the nozzle trigger.
A jet of neon yellow foam arcs of the heads of the crowd, hitting one fleeing male in the back of the head, coating him head to foot and splattering those around him. He swears loudly, scraping at the sticky foam that coats his arms and legs. Even inside the restaurant, you can smell the caustic chemical smell of the depilatory. The woman fires again and again, hitting every one of the fleeing men with perfect aim, before setting the nozzle to a wide-angled spray and hitting whole swathes of the crowd. The street is chaos as the swelling, roiling foam envelops the people, obscuring them from view.
A man stumbles from the expanding yellow blob of foam, choking and spluttering. As he hurries to wipe the gunk from his arms, his fingers become matted with black fuzz. The hair is falling from his skin. He moans in horror, reaching for his face, finding his five-o'clock shadow has given way to baby soft skin.
It doesn't stop there. His dark crew cut spills from his scalp in clumps, leaving him as bald as an egg. He stares disbelieving at his reflection in the restaurant window.
A group of women and feminized men, all wearing the University Feminism Society shirts and moving through the crowd with armfuls of multicoloured hair, wigs of every colour, which they jam onto the heads of the hairless men and women. The atmosphere is confused - some are reacting with great excitement at their hairless bodies, others are hostile. It looks like a fight could be about to break out.
"Somebody should do something...." you mutter.
"Like heck I'm going out there. I like my hair, thank you very much," Nathan replies.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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