The Gender Bomb
By Melanie Brown
Copyright © 2004
Some of my IT
co-workers and I were at our usual after-work spot, The Palomino Bar, to help
us put Monday behind us. It had been a particularly rough Monday and we were
all pretty exhausted. Even though we'd all been watching the televisions
scattered about the bar to glimpse the game between downing beers, several
minutes had passed before any of us realized the sports channel seemed to have
been replaced by an image in lavenders and pinks with the words “Stand by for
an important announcement from the president of the World's Womyn's
Federation.”
“What the hell
is that?”, complained Frank.
Joe squinted at
the screen and said, “Somebody can't spell. I think they mean 'women'. Sounds
like some kind of wrestling show.”
Puzzled, I said,
“What about the game? We're not even to half-time yet.”
“Hmmm...a
football game or women wrestlers. I can't decide which one I'd rather watch!”
grinned Frank.
Suddenly, the
lavender sign was replaced with an image of a very unattractive woman in her
mid 50s or so. She was wearing equally unattractive black, horn-rimmed glasses
and her hair was pulled back severely. Behind her sat other women at computer
consoles and a large map of the world filled the background. Text appeared at
the bottom of the screen giving her name as Margaret Bullhammer, President of
WWF.
A chorus of
“What the fuck?” filled the bar as the patrons became aware that the game was
no longer being shown.
As the woman on
the screen began to speak, the volume of the television seemed to ramp up to a
painful volume. “Attention all men across the planet.” There was obvious
disdain in her voice as she said the word “men.” She paused, then continued,
“Attention all men. I am Ms. Bullhammer, president of the World's Womyn's
Federation.”
What she said
immediately following was lost due to the shouts consisting mainly of “Get that
shit off!” and “Put the game back on!”
The bar tender
started changing channels, but the Ms. Bullhammer show was on every channel and
he couldn't turn the volume down.
Bullhammer
continued, using a tone usually used towards children. “I know that none of
you have probably heard of me. That's OK as you will be hearing almost nothing
else for the near future. Our organization is made up exclusively of women –
powerful women. Very intelligent women...”
Guffawing,
someone in the bar called out, “Intelligent women? Shit. What's that?”
“...tired of the
way men have been running this planet. Throughout all of human history, there
has been nothing but wars, pain and suffering. The WWF is going to correct
global human society. We can do this the easy way, or we can do it the hard
way. The choice will be yours, the men of the world.”
Frank said, “Any
of you know who this old broad is? What the hell is she talking about?”
To our
annoyance, the camera pulled in for a tighter shot of Bullhammer as she
continued, “All major world powers, run by men, have failed us. The United
Nations, which is run by men, has also failed us. War, pain and poverty as
still with us. To solve this, the WWF fully expects all the major countries to
hand over sovereignty to us within one month. We have established liaisons in
each major country to help with a smooth transition.”
Joe grunted,
“Yeah, and monkeys will fly out of my butt! This has got to be some kind of
really stupid joke.”
I said, “Yeah, I
bet some kids have hacked into the cable system.”
Frank turned
towards me and asked, “You really think so, Steve? Could hackers really do
something like this?”
I shrugged and
said, “Well, somebody sure is! I don't think this is regular network
programming.”
Bullhammer was
still talking. “...consequences for failure to put your country under our
control. We have put in measures to ensure cooperation – one way or another.”
A graphic of the world appeared on the screen. There were blinking yellow dots
scattered across the map. “The yellow dots represent approximate locations of
... devices ... that on our command, will release a designer biological agent,
an airborne virus, that will attack only human males. No, we're not planning
on killing you.” Bullhammer reappeared. “We are against violence after all.
This virus won't kill you. It will do much worse than that. The virus will
actually cause your one X chromosome to split, while dissolving your Y
chromosome. The agent will cause the body to alter itself into a female form.”
“That's fucking
impossible!”, someone shouted.
Joe said, “They
can't really do that, can they?”
“I don't see
how,” I said. “It's a bluff. Does she really think we're just going to hand
our countries over to her and her band of bimbos? She's nuts.”
“Damn straight
she's nuts.” agreed Frank.
Bullhammer
wasn't through with her speech. “I know most of you are thinking that we can't
deliver our promise. We are not bluffing. We intend to domesticate the world
in the same way we women have domesticated our households for centuries. If
you force our hand, well, I think the world would be better off without men
anyway. You're no longer needed for reproduction, so you're really not needed
anyway.”
“I guess she
doesn't need any jars opened.”, Joe mused.
*
* *
When I finally
got home that evening, the news was all abuzz about the WWF. The pundits, male
and female alike chatted endlessly about the merits of the WWF's demands and
criticisms. Apparently most of the liaisons had made themselves known after
the announcement in their various countries. Most had been arrested on the
spot, which is what they expected.
Just as I was
about to get up to take a leak, one of the talking heads interrupted his guest
to say, “Folks, I've just been informed that we have received a video from the
WWF. We're not sure what is on the video, but they want us to air it as soon
as possible. Apparently it's a demonstration of the effects of the virus they
claim to have created.”
The scene
shifted to a rather poor quality video that seemed to have been sped up. A
clock running at the bottom of the screen showed time passing by quickly. The
scene showed an obviously sedated nude young man seated in a recliner. While I
watched, the man's penis began to shrink as his balls actually shriveled and
fell off. Tits grew, muscle mass seemed to disappear, and he seemed to shrink.
By the time the video ended, about two days had passed and where a young man
had been, sat an attractive young woman with a man's haircut.
“We don't know
if the video is genuine or not.”, the talking head piped up after the video
ended.
A female guest said,
“That's right Bob. It was a stunning demonstration, but with today's computer
graphics, it's hard to tell what's real and what isn't these days. You have to
admit though, that Ms. Bullhammer is shinning a pretty bright spotlight on the
issue of the low numbers of women serving in high positions in most of the
world's governments.”
Bob smiled and
said, “Thank you, Ms. Rogers.” Turning back to the camera, Bob continued,
“Well, I'm sure that experts around the globe are analyzing that video pretty
closely. Carl, you're an expert in biology, what's your opinion of this
video?”
Carl adjusted
his tie and said, “Well Mr. McFarland, in my opinion, what we just saw is just
good old Hollywood special effects. There are several problems with this
video. For starters, we see a complete, at least external anyway,
transformation from male to female in less than two days. Even with years of
hormone therapy, it takes months to years for a male to grow breasts of any
noticeable size, depending on the individual. Certainly not in the time
indicated here. Also, the body won't change the genital area all by itself.
That requires surgery. And that's just for starters. No Bob, what we just saw
just isn't possible outside of Hollywood.”
Bob turned to
face the camera and said, “Thanks Carl. And what do we know about this
mysterious Margaret Bullhammer? Well, it turns out she's not so mysterious
after all. Bullhammer is the maiden name of Margaret Oppenheimer, the
billionaire heiress of late industrialist Otto Oppenheimer. Ms. Bullhammer has
been an activist for various women's causes for a number of years and recently
has been active at major lesbian events. The newly formed World's Womyn's
Federation seems to be an attempt to merge all her women's groups under one
central organization. She dropped out of sight about six months ago, and no
one seems to know her whereabouts.”
The news channel
then started showing random video clips of Margaret Bullhammer from over the
years. I changed the channel to something more entertaining. After first
seeing the video demonstration, my first thoughts were “Holy shit!” But
whoever Carl was, was right. What the video showed was impossible. You just
can't change a guy wholesale into a woman. I chuckled to myself. Ms. Bullhammer
was going to be in a world of shit over this hoax when the Feds caught up with
her, billions of dollars or not. Maybe she should change her name from
Bullhammer to Bullshit.
*
* *
Over the next
few weeks, the WWF threat was being downgraded in the news. Late-night talk
show hosts were making a connection between the WWF and various wrestling
organizations. Margaret Bullhammer had become “Margaret Bullcrap” and
absolutely no one was taking her threat seriously any more. That is until one
of the WWF's devices were found.
It was in the
basement of an abandoned warehouse in Chicago. It was definitely an explosive
device and was ringed with gas canisters. It was solidly anchored to the floor
along with a note that said any attempt to disarm or move the device would
detonate it. The bomb squad gave it a very careful examination and said there
appeared to be no external way to disarm the device.
A federal
bio-hazard team arrived and began sealing off the old building. The WWF issued
a warning that once armed, there was no way to disarm the device, and if
someone tried, it would detonate. If one device detonates, they all do, as if
it was some kind of Dr. Strangelove Doomsday Machine. The deadline for handing
the keys of the world over to the WWF was only three days away.
The WWF was
suddenly no longer a joke. Other devices were starting to be found around the
world. Governments started mobilizing their military to search for devices and
to try to find the still hidden headquarters of the WWF. Longtime enemies put
aside their differences in an effort to find their common enemy. The media
dubbed the devices 'Gender Bombs.'
*
* *
We all sat in
silence at our table in the lunchroom at work. Panic was just starting to
bubble on the surface despite assurances of experts that what the WWF
threatened was impossible and as each device was found, it was being contained
as much as possible.
Frank finally
blurted out, “This is all bullshit, man! What if this is real? I sure as hell
don't want to be a woman!”
“I don't think
anybody does”, I said. Then turning to Katherine, the only female in our IT
group, I said, “Not that I think there's anything wrong with women, you
understand.”
Katherine said,
“Hey guys. I'm with you. I don't want all men to disappear. I like my
boyfriend just the way he is! Most of the women I've talked to are just as
afraid of this as you guys.”
Joe said, “Yeah,
but what should we do? I don't want to be a woman, but I sure as hell don't
want to be ruled by some crazy old bitch either.”
I said, “A lot
of groups are pressuring the President to give in, at least to stop the Gender
Bombs from being used.”
Frank frowned,
“Well, this all just sucks.”
* *
*
G-Day, as the
media called it, finally arrived. The cable news channels had their special
theme songs and graphics running at each commercial break. Nobody I knew,
including me, thought about showing up for work that day. Most married men
wanted to spend what could possibly be their last day as men (or even alive,
since no one knew for sure) with their families. Gas mask sales had been brisk
despite warnings from the experts that the virus, if real, would be around for
years. All commercial flights were canceled as well as most forms of travel.
I would have
hated to have been the president as the pressure had become enormous. The
groups for and against handing over sovereignty to the WWF were becoming
shrill. Biology experts around the globe insisted that this was all much ado
about nothing.
“That's right,
Bob.”, said the latest expert guest on the cable news show. “Even the best
sex reassignment surgery still only results in a basically male body mimicking
a female form. They still have XY chromosomes, and they cannot reproduce.”
Turning to face
the camera, Bob said, “That's very reassuring, Dr. Becker. I...” Bob paused
and put his hand to his ear. “Folks, I just got word the President is about to
make an announcement. We're taking you to that announcement now, live.”
The scene
changed to a shot of the Presidential Seal for a few moments, then dissolved
into a shot of the President sitting at his desk in the Oval Office. Standing
behind him on either side were two unidentified women.
“My fellow
Americans. We as a nation are facing a crisis like no other ever faced. And,
we are not alone. All nations of the world are facing the same crisis. Time
is short and a decision must be made. Do we do nothing and put the world's
population at a greater risk than humanity has ever faced before? Or do we
hand our nations over to an organization that we know almost nothing about?
“A treaty has
been sent to every leader of every country in which the governing authority is
given to the World's Womyn's Federation. It must be signed and ratified before
six pm Eastern time today to prevent the release of a devastating virus. Even
after ratification, there will be the constant threat of releasing the virus. I
have conferred with the leaders of Europe, Asia, and the Middle East. And we
have reached a decision. Along with my counterparts around the world, I will
sign this document now and I ask Congress to ratify it before the deadline.
France has already signed the treaty and has been under WWF control for six
days. At the time of ratification, I will resign from the office of the
President of the United States.”
“That's fucking
crazy!”, I screamed at the television. “There's no proof the virus is real!”
The phone suddenly rang.
When I picked it
up, I heard Frank's voice saying, “Hey Steve. Did you hear what the president
just said?”
“Yeah, that
sucks man.”
“Well, the guys
are all going to meet at the Palomino to get good and drunk. Want to come
along?”
“Sure, why not?
See ya.” I hung up the phone.
Turning back to
the television news, clips were being show of the leaders of various feminist
organizations praising the President's decision. One of them was saying, “...
finally bringing justice and a peace to the world that has never been seen
before. The reign of men has ended.”
“Yeah, right!”,
I muttered as I switched off the television.
*
* *
I was the last
one from our group to arrive at the Palomino Bar. It seems a lot of people all
had the same idea as the place was packed mostly by men. But instead of the
rather loud, boisterous atmosphere, today it was a fairly quiet and subdued
crowd that just seemed intent on getting drunk.
As I joined the
group, Joe said to me, “Steve, what do you think about what Frank has been
saying?”
“I just got
here, Joe.”
“Frank, tell
Steve.”, prompted Joe.
“Well, I just
heard from my brother. He lives down in Waco, Texas. He says Ft. Hood is
locking down. Lots of activity in the base. A friend of mine who lives in
North Carolina called and one of the things he told me was much the same thing
about Ft. Bragg. Lots of guys shipping out. I think the prez is just going to
fake handing the government over. In fact, I saw...”
Frank didn't get
to finish as a frantic news bulletin blasted from the televisions scattered
throughout the bar. Losing some of his composure, Bob from the cable news
said, “Ladies and gentlemen. We have just received this special alert. A
Gender Bomb has been detonated in Bonn, Germany. A German military bomb
disposal unit felt they had discovered how to disarm one of the devices. Three
members of the German bomb squad were killed instantly. At least fifteen
people are reported injured. The containment that had been built around the
device was breeched in the explosion. German authorities have admitted that several
members of the military in the area seem to have become infected with a
completely unknown virus.”
Joe, gaping at
the television screen uttered, “Oh ... my ... God!”
Frank banged his
beer mug onto the table top and shouted, “Those goddamned Krauts! Why didn't
they leave it alone?”
“It's the only
one to have gone off,” I pointed out. “Maybe they were bluffing about all of
them being set off.”
“What do we do,
guys?” Frank's breathing was heavy. “We can't hold our breath and even if
filter masks work, you have to take them off sometime to eat. Just what the
hell are we going to do?”
Joe, looking
totally deflated, said, “I think I'll just get drunk.”
“I'm not giving
up just yet,” I said. “In fact, I was going...”
The television
caught our attention again. Bob was saying, “Repeating. There are reports of
explosions all over the globe. Not just here in the States, but around Europe
and elsewhere. Several explosions in New York, Chicago, Los Angles, Houston,
Denver – all across the nation. Wait ... this just in ... at least two of the
German soldiers injured in the failed attempt to disarm one of the bombs have
died due to complications from their wounds during the process of changing
their sex.”
So that was it. The
bombs were real. We all just sat there, staring into space as the news began
to soak in. The bar was almost silent. There was no telling just how much
time anyone of us had left before we too were infected.
On television,
Dr. Becker was telling Bob, “... just don't have enough information about this
virus. We don't know if there's an incubation period or how contagious it
is. They said it was airborne, so the winds will carry the virus across rural
areas as well as metropolitan. The bottom line Bob, is that we just don't have
enough information at this time.”
Looking grim,
Bob announced to the audience, “We've lost contact with our crews in Chicago
and Denver. We don't know for sure what this means ...”
Frank grabbed my
shirt from across the table, panic in his eyes, “Shit man! I don't want to
become a woman! Goddammit, I don't want to turn into a woman!”
I disengaged
Frank's hand from my shirt and said, “I don't either, man! What do you want me
to do about it? Any bright ideas?”
Frank set his
jaw in a grim determination. “Yeah, I'm going to go home and kill myself.” He
looked back and forth between Joe and me. “Yeah, that's what I'm going to
do.” He pushed himself from the table and stood.
I stood up and
said, “Now Frank, don't be too hasty.” I pointed at the graphic on the
television as they were showing which areas had suffered an exploding device.
“Look, we're nowhere near one of the bombs. It could be days or weeks before
the virus reaches us.”
Frank shook his
head, “Two weeks or two minutes, you know it's going to happen. We can't run
from it.” He turned and looking completely defeated, walked out of the bar.
Joe said, “I
think I'll go home too. Being around a bunch of people is the worst place to
be when a virus breaks out.”
As Joe got up, I
looked around. No one was in a panic – yet – but a lot of guys were getting up
to leave, walking as if they were headed for their own gallows.
The few women in
the bar were all quiet and looking very sheepish. Occasionally one would offer
an apology to a man walking by, but they'd get no response back.
I walked up to
the bar and sat on a stool. To the bartender I said, “Rupert, I think I need
something stronger than beer right now.”
He set a bottle
of Jack Daniels in front of me and said, “Here Steve. On the house. Now get
yourself home. I have a feeling it's going to start getting rough out there as
panic begins to set in.”
“Thanks. I
think you may be right. It'll probably ...”. I didn't finish as the
television behind Rupert flashed a sign, “Special Announcement from World
President Margaret Bullhammer”
Rupert said in
disgust, “Oh, now she's calling herself world president, huh? That worthless,
arrogant bitch!”
Bullhammer came
on the screen. She paused a few moments before speaking, then said, “Greetings
citizens of the world. First, I'm not going to apologize for the premature
release of the virus. You were warned not to attempt disarming the virus
delivery systems. But now the virus has been released and there is no way to
stop it from doing the job it was designed to perform.
“Secondly, while
I was initially pleased that most of the major countries had announced they
were signing our treaty, I was dismayed to discover that these same countries'
military were already grouping for stage a coup against us. Trust me, nothing
you can do now will stop the virus.
“Our predictions
tell us that within seventy-two hours, fifty percent of males around the world
will be female or well on their way. Within a week, ninety percent.”
Bullhammer was
droning on, but I wasn't listening. I said to Rupert, “Thanks again. I think
I'll go home now.” Rupert nodded as I stood up.
*
* *
I just sat in my
apartment, watching the world go to Hell in a hand basket before my eyes. The
cable news channel I was watching had been smart in that they had deployed as
many female reporters and crews as they could, since no one knew exactly how
the virus was going to effect people.
As Bob returned
to the screen after a brief commercial for feminine hygiene products, I
thought to myself, “Is he the only taking head they have on that network?”
Grim faced, Bob
droned, “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. This is a very dark time for
humanity. It seems all the experts were wrong. It's been about three hours
since the virus was first released in the city of Bonn, Germany and witnesses
are saying the virus is most definitely real. These seem to be the stages the
virus goes through: about two hours after becoming infected, the victim
develops a high fever and begins sweating profusely. The victim becomes
increasingly tired until they fall asleep. It seems children five and under
change rapidly only after an hour or so of being infected.
“Health officials
across North America have no estimate of how many men have become infected so
far, but it's safe to say that probably tens of millions have been exposed to
the virus. Actually, since our studios are located in New York, it's a sure
bet we've all been exposed. Ladies and gentlemen, I intend to stay on the air
for as long as possible to keep you informed. If I have to go off the air for
any reason, Tina Sanders will be standing by to fill in for me. Now we go live
to Tod in Los Angles ... Tod?”
The scene
switched to a shot of an area of downtown LA with an obviously nervous man
holding a microphone. In the background was total chaos. Tod said, “Bob, I
don't know how much longer we can stay here. As you can see, it's gotten quite
crazy.” The camera panned away from Tod towards the mob. Mostly women, but
some men, but all too few police officers in riot gear were trying to break up
a mob and stop the looting and vandalism.
I stepped
outside of my second story apartment. It was mostly quiet here. The virus
probably hadn't made it here yet. But it would. It was just a matter of time.
*
* *
I'd fallen
asleep while watching the news. I awoke to a world in complete chaos. Bob was
no longer the talking head. There was Tina instead, talking about something.
I wasn't listening. I was taking inventory of myself first. A quick, thorough
check revealed that I was still me.
I stepped
outside. It was mid-morning. Downstairs I saw two kids playing in the
apartment's courtyard – two little boys. That was a relief. The virus hadn't
struck here. I went back inside.
Tina was saying,
“... and that was Sandy with the latest in Europe. Our studio guest is Dr.
Bryant. She has an update on the virus. Dr. Bryant?”
Dr. Bryant said,
“Well, Tina it seems that most victims across the globe are in the sleeping
stage of the virus. I have been in contact with one of the WWF scientists and
she has confirmed that one of the effects of the virus is having was not
intended, nor even desired. A majority of the victims seem to be not only
changing sex, but seem to be going through an age regression as well. Victims
twenty years old and younger do not seem to be experiencing this effect. We're
not sure what changes to the victims mentality occur after the change.
Children five and under only sleep for a few hours and the ones we have been
able to study indicate behavior that suggests their brains have been completely
re-wired as female.”
The camera
panned back to Tina. “Thank you Dr. Bryant. And now for a quick recap from
around the world.”
I just sat there
stunned, listening to Tina. Society on a global scale had collapsed. Some
men, once they knew they had the virus went on a rampage to rape as many women
as they could in the time they had left. In some areas of large cities, the
streets were littered with would-be looters who couldn't fight the overwhelming
desire to sleep after contracting the virus. There were also large numbers of
suicides.
Violence ravaged
the Arab world as men attacked and killed women, blaming them for what was
about to happen to them. Some Arab leaders tried to change their laws so that
women could own property and have rights, before they themselves became women.
Word got out what they were trying to do and rioters gunned them down. Many of
the Arab men won't ever find out what it's like to be female as they are being
killed in their sleep either by men who haven't fallen victim yet, and by
enraged women.
The WWF admits
they didn't anticipate such violence. They did expect a several days of social
upheaval as the former men adjusted to their new lives. But they didn't expect
total pandemonium.
Everything was
grinding to a halt. The men that kept the factories, buses, trains, computer
systems, farms, police departments, fire departments, radio and television
stations running just weren't there. They were either locked in their homes,
terrified, or out on the streets causing mayhem or they were sleeping their way
into womanhood.
*
* *
I stayed glued
to the television all afternoon. As I watched, my mind kept drifting. How do
you prepare for this? I didn't have a clue. There were no women's clothing in
my apartment. Should I go buy some? What size? Or am I just going crazy?
As the evening
wore on, I could start to hear shouts and cries from outside. I heard a couple
of sounds that sounded too much like gunshots. The virus had struck our town.
Maybe I'd be one of the lucky few.
After monitoring
the virus' activities for the past 24 hours, scientists were starting to piece
its properties together. It seems that approximately 20% of the male
population had an immunity to the virus. So men weren't going to completely
disappear from the world. Most senior citizens over seventy-five years old
weren't able to handle the change and they were dropping like flies. There was
a definite age regression with the virus, with some victims regressing down to
an apparent thirteen or fourteen years of age. This apparently was not
something the WWF had planned for. Something else the WWF didn't account for –
apparently, during the process that re-wires the brain, some of the memories
get scrambled as well. Many newly awakened teenage girls, while they knew
their names and some recent history, couldn't remember things like what they
used to do for a living, and they lost most of their skills.
The phone rang.
When I answered I heard a raspy, yet familiar voice, “Steve, it's me, Frank.”
“Hey Frank.
What's up man, you sound like crap.”
“Steve. Listen,
I've got the virus.”
I sat bolt
upright. “Oh my God! Frank, are you sure? Maybe it's just indigestion.”
Frank, obviously
horrified, continued, “Oh, I'm sure all right. Goddamn! This just ain't
right!”
“Calm down,
man. Maybe it's nothing.”
“Calm down my
ass! I've got the fever, I've got the sweats and I feel completely exhausted.
I ... I ...”. Frank stopped talking for a moment. It sounded like he was
crying. Quietly he continued, “I put the barrel of my gun in my mouth, Steve.
I put the fucking gun in my mouth!” He paused again. Then he continued, “I
... I just couldn't bring myself to pull the trigger. I couldn't pull the
trigger...” His voice faded away.
“Jesus, Frank!
Thank God you didn't pull the trigger!” I shouted.
Frank cried,
“I'm afraid to go to sleep. What will I be when I wake up?”
“You'll be
alive.” was all I could manage to say.
“Big freakin'
deal, huh? I'll be a woman. I'd be better off dead.”
“Frank, don't talk
like that. Just try to hang in there!”, I said.
There was a
pause, then very quietly, Frank's said, “I better hang up. I can't force
myself to stay awake. See you in Hell, Steve.” and he hung up.
Damn! The virus
was starting to strike close at home. How as I going to get out of this?
*
* *
The virus had
spread over almost the entire world. Not only did industrialized countries
suffer, but whole cultures in places like Africa were destroyed with the
complete loss of the men in their tribes. The rioting had mostly stopped, but
buildings still burned.
Male babies were
delivered male, but within a couple of hours, quietly turned into female
babies.
Another
unintended consequence of the virus materialized. Not only did most of the
infected men revert to teenagers as they became female, they were also
boy-crazy and hornier than hell. Only there weren't very many boys around.
The military was
in a world of hurt. Their ranks were suddenly filled with thousands of horny
teenage girls who didn't know one end of a rifle from the other. A woman
officer was complaining about how they just weren't set up to play nurse-maid
to teen girls. Several experts (all women) came on the news and talked about
just how big a mess we were in with millions of freshly minted teen girls as
well as new mature women, who not only were going to be needing clothes, but
things like tampons and someone to show them how to use them. They said that
industry just didn't have the capacity to handle the clothing demand of so many
millions of girls, especially since the factories were shut down,
transportation was shut down, farms were shut down. It was a mess. The WWF
admitted they hadn't planned on a complete shutdown of the infrastructure,
mainly because they didn't anticipate the skill loss and the age regression.
The WWF was especially annoyed that most of their victims were all boy-crazy.
Small armies of
women from the WWF started descending upon nation's and state's capitals to
start taking over control. They had a surprise waiting for them, almost
everywhere they went, with the exception of the European Union. They were met
by mobs of women – mothers, wives, sisters and girlfriends of former men were
all very upset at what the WWF had done to their loved ones as well as to the
world. They were beaten and pelted by rocks and any other available loose
objects. The WWF said they'd return when things calmed down a bit. They said
we'd need their organization to get things rolling again.
The few women in
the Congress voted one of themselves Speaker of the House. She was then
immediately sworn in as President. They showed scenes on the news of the
former president skipping around the White House and showing off some of her
new dresses.
*
* *
It'd been almost
a week since the virus struck. I walked into the Palomino Bar and was
surprised to see Rufus still behind the bar. I sat down at the bar instead at
one of the many empty tables. I wasn't the only male left as there were a few
scattered around the bar. Rufus was watching the news on the television over
the bar. There wasn't much else on now that the WWF controlled most of the
radio and television stations. The programming was junk that I would have thought
the WWF would have found offensive. They were just vacuous shows about beauty
tips, fashion and idle, mindless chatter.
As I sat down,
Rufus grunted and pointed at the television. “Now that's ironic.”
I looked at the
television and asked, “What's that about?”
Rufus set my
usual drink down in front of me and said, “That virus has devastated the
transsexual community. You know how it makes your dick shrink down to a clit?
Well, it seems that those transsexuals had their dongs turned inside out to
make a pussy. Well, it tried to shrink their dicks and it's ripped their
privates wide open and most bled to death before they could get medical
attention because they were asleep when it happen.”
I couldn't
believe it, but they actually showed a quick shot of a grisly scene. Rufus
turned to me and said, “Well, fuck 'em, I say. Serves them right for wanting
to be women anyway.”
I started to say
something when Bullhammer's face appeared on the screen. “Greetings citizens
of the New World Order. As we bring more governments under our control, which
gives us greater resources, we will soon have order restored. While we knew
there'd be a few days of adjustment, we didn't anticipate an almost complete
shutdown of society. Please bear with us. We hope to ...” Ms. Bullhammer
suddenly stopped in mid-sentence and behind her, off-camera was quite a
disturbance. There were shouts and what sounded like shots being fired. The
camera was suddenly jerked around as something apparently hit it and several
women commandos came into view. Then the screen went black.
Then the cable
news came back on. There was a teenage girl sitting behind the desk. “We
don't know what was just happening, but it uh, like, sure looked like ol' Ms.
Butthammer was getting invaded! Isn't that just like, totally cool?” The
pretty girl beamed a smile at the camera for a few moments. Then she
continued, “This is Bobbie McFarland on your twenty-four hour news source.
During the break, we'll try to find out just what the heck happened!”
Looks like old
Bob got his, or rather her job back. I hoped they fired her soon...
While waiting
for news of what just happened, I looked around the bar. An attractive young
woman, but not a teen, caught my attention. She was wearing a very short red
dress with red high heels and she was having an animated discussion with a guy
sitting at her table. I looked closer and realized I was looking at Frank! I
got up and walked over to her.
The guy looked
annoyed that I was interrupting. I didn't care. I said to the woman, “Frank,
is that you?”
She frowned and
said, “It's Francine. And yes, it's me, Steve. I see you're as handsome as
ever. In fact, I don't think I ever realized just how handsome you are.”
Frank, or I guess I should say Francine, gave me a definite “Let's do it here
on the table” kind of look.
“You look pretty
nice yourself”, I said honestly. “You're OK with being a woman I guess?”
“Oh honey, you
don't know the half of it!” she squealed. “Sex as a woman is the most
wonderful experience! Now I wish I'd been born female. I've been wasting a
lot of time. And now there's so few men.” She pouted. Wow. That sure was a
different attitude from the guy who was about to end his life rather than
become a woman.
“OK, well... I
guess I'll leave you two alone then. Catch you later.” I gave her a small wave
and began to walk away.
“Sure Steve.
I'll call you later. If you're still a guy, maybe we can get together?” Frank
cooed.
“Uh, we'll
talk. See ya.”, and I walked away. Frank certainly made a very pretty woman
and she was horny as hell. But there was just something about the idea of
having sex with one of my oldest male friends.
I walked back to
the bar and started to say something to Rufus, but he waved me off and pointed
to the television.
Tina had
replaced Bobbie on the news and she was saying, “... a daring raid by
multi-national, all female commandos. Intelligence finally led our forces to
the headquarters of the WWF. Ms. Bullhammer, president of the organization was
arrested for crimes against humanity. A science team attached to the commandos
are studying the data on the virus in the hopes of, if not a cure, then at
least some way to neutralize the virus so male babies can stay male after
they're born.
Apparently a
multi-national, all female force had been established within days of the WWF's
first announcement and began vigorous training and an immediate search for the
WWF's headquarters. It turns out that the President as well as Britain's Prime
Minister and most of the heads of the European Union had no real intention of
just rolling over and letting the WWF just take over the world. China's
leaders had sealed themselves in underground bunkers where they could lead, but
could never come out.
As the news
faded into a commercial for tampons, Rufus sighed and said, “Thank God! But I
doubt things will get back to normal for a very long time.”
“You mean men
running things or getting factories and business getting staffed and
operational again?” I asked.
“Yes.” said
Rufus flatly.
* *
*
The next few
days were pretty rough. I decided to try to go back to work. I was surprised
both by the fact that I was still a guy and that our company was operational.
A couple of the senior execs were women and they had taken the helm. I wasn't
the only guy still there, but only Katherine and myself were running the IT
department.
Katherine looked
up in surprise when I entered the office. “Steve? Wow. I really expected you
to be Stephanie or something by now. Congratulations on keeping your manhood.”
“Thanks. I'm
pretty psyched about it myself.” I said as I powered up my PC. “I'm surprised
anyone is here at all.”
“Yeah, Ms. Kenny
finally opened the doors yesterday. They only tried to contact a few people
that first day.” Katherine looked around the office. “I'm can't believe this
place wasn't ransacked!”
“Have you seen
Frank yet?” I asked over the cubical wall.
Katherine
laughed and said, “You mean Francine? Yeah, I've seen her. She's supposed to
be back today or tomorrow. I swear! That girl is so feminine, I feel
positively masculine standing next to her.” She shook her head.
“She's hot all
right.” I said, looking over the cubical wall. “I have a date with her
tonight.” I don't think I should have said that.
Katherine's jaw
dropped. “You're going on a date with your old buddy Frank?”
I could feel my
face turning red. “You have to admit, Frank's ... Francine's a lot sexier than
she used to be. She asked me, I didn't ask her.”
At lunch, I went
into a conference room that had a television hooked up to cable so I could
watch the news. All across the country, what was left of churches, National
Guard and other volunteers were commandeering any large, empty buildings and
converting them to makeshift dormitories for all the teeming teen girls who
really had nowhere to go. Fathers and sons giggling together, sharing lip
gloss and ogling over the same cute boy. The images disturbed me.
All we managed
to do that day was to get most of the servers back up and checked out. Around
four thirty, Ms. Kenny dropped by to thank us for showing up and said to go
ahead and go for the day. It gave me a little extra time to get ready for my
big date.
*
* *
I was surprised
I'd made it home. I'd had way too much to drink. It was quite late, but who
cared anymore? Muscles that I didn't even know I had ached. Francine was
absolutely the best sex I'd ever had. She was incredible and insatiable. I
was completely worn out. It was impossible to believe that only a few days ago
she was very male.
I was going to
take her to dinner at one of the few restaurants still open, but she had me
undressed before I could even sit down on the couch. It was a non-stop wild
ride for the next few hours.
She had
exhausted me. I could barely drag myself into my bedroom. I didn't even
bother to undress as I collapsed on my bed and dropped immediately asleep.
*
* *
The WWF did get
part of what they wanted. The world was being run by women. It just wasn't
being run by the WWF. They were all in jail awaiting an international
tribunal. The violence and poverty were still very much with us. In fact, the
complete collapse of the world's economies led to even deeper poverty than
there had been. What had been destroyed so quickly was now going to take a
long time to rebuild.
Scientists were
still trying to isolate the virus and felt that they'd have a vaccine “any day
now.”
More frightening
events were being shown on the news. Bobbie was getting back into the swing of
being a talking head. That wasn't what was frightening though. China, even
with eighty percent of its male population gone, still had a formidable army.
With resources getting scarce, the Chinese decided they'd go for the Siberian
oil fields since they saw weakness in the Russians. They simultaneously
launched an attack against Taiwan since there were no U.S. forces to stop them.
But I was
getting bored watching the news. I turned away from the television and said to
my dorm-mother, “Do you think this dress makes me look fat?”
The
End
since 07/26/04