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A Women's Regime in Canada
By Katie Dale
In the year 2000, I was born into the McDell family. My family was
originally from Scotland but had been living in Canada for over a
hundred years now. My father moved away when my mother was pregnant
with me, and I never saw him. I was raised by my mother, Jill, a
successful lawyer, and by my two older sisters ? one five years older
than me, and one twin.
Those were the years when the new feminist revolution was beginning.
Throughout my childhood I witnessed a trend in which women were taking
more and more positions that once had been considered "male", and the
men in those positions were slowly disappearing. For example, when I
was 10 I was rushed to the emergency room with breathing problems.
Turned out I had a tough case of pneumonia and spent a week in the
hospital. I was surprised that almost all the doctors working in the
hospital were women, and the nurses were men! Why, you ask, would this
surprise me? After all, this is the society in which I grew up?! The
answer to your question is that I was a very smart and intellectual
child and read a lot. Most of the novels I read depicted the society
typical about forty years earlier, and in my childhood I didn't venture
out of the house enough to realize that things were drastically
changing.
Women were slowly beginning to take more active roles in life for many
years now. Of course, even though in the professional and political
circles women's roles were changing, in the social circles the changes
were a lot more subtle. Women still held the role of the "pursued" in
the relationship games; they still dressed attractively and dreamed of
handsome men sweeping them off their feet. Even so, the revolution was
affecting them somewhat, subconsciously. Many families were beginning
to be dominated by the mother instead of the father. Of course I wasn't
exposed to this at my home because I grew up in a single parent home.
But when I visited my friends I noticed more and more that it was the
mother who was making the decisions and the father going along with
them?
Then one day, a woman named Barbara Lenson published a book called
"Womanization". The book described her theory that a female-dominated
civilization would be a lot more successful, more efficient and more
humane than the present male-dominated one. She had a whole complicated
theory, and her ideas began to infiltrate the newspapers, talk shows
and just about everyone was talking about it. Most of the men thought
she was nuts, while the women were being won over.
Many women became "followers" of Lenson, and by her urging, began
taking even more active roles in the political and professional scenes.
When I was around 12, Barbara Lenson was killed. Apparently, some crazy
zealot who opposed her revolutionary philosophies "assassinated" her.
Well, that wasn't such a smart move. The dumbo probably thought he was
"protecting" men's rights; in actuality, the opposite happened.
Women became really angry at this assault on womankind. People began
speaking more and more about Lenson's ideas.
Two years later, the unbelievable happened. Barbara Lenson's 20-year-
old daughter, Catherine, won an election and became Prime Minister of
Canada. Her political party, the NWP, which she had created about a
month after her mother's death, won an unbelievable majority of seats
in both the National parliament as well as the local provincial
legislatures. Of course, all her party's representatives were women. An
unbelievable 80% of the parliament were women in her party!
Of course, she had promised to make improvements to society according
to her mother's vision. She claimed that this would improve the lives
of both men and women.
Well, a few months into her leadership, the changes began. Men were
stripped of all kinds of rights claiming that they endangered society.
Men could no longer drive cars. Hospitals were urged to fire any
remaining male doctors. At the same time, the media was trying to paint
a new image of the desired "male". Boys were encouraged to go attend
Ballet or Gymnastics lessons. Stuff like that.
The amazing thing is that most men didn't really oppose these changes
too much. This obviously was apparent by the unbelievable majority that
Lenson won in the Parliament ? she wouldn't have won without the men's
votes. Apparently, about 80% of women voted for her, and 50% of men. Of
course, I don't think she properly thanked those men who voted her in ?
a year after her being elected, the Parliament passed a law that
removed men's rights to vote, claiming that they weren't responsible
enough in making decisions and that only the women should be allowed to
do so. Men never voted again.
When Lenson had been in power for about half a year, the "reversal-act"
was passed. A law was passed "urging" men and boys to take on the roles
that for thousands of years had been considered female, and vice-versa.
This was to span all areas of life, including physical appearance. Men
were now being urged to wear skirts and tights, and women ceased
wearing those clothes completely. Men were going to clinics to get
muscle reduction surgery and permanent hair removal, while women
stopped shaving their legs and armpits and were taking some steroid
treatment to build up their muscles.
I was devastated by this. The thought of dressing in girls' clothing
made me sick. Of course, the government had no way of forcing us men to
do this, but they did their best to spread their propaganda. It seemed
that most boys didn't oppose the change as much as I did. Schools and
anywhere where a dress code could be enforced obviously enforced a
skirt-uniform for boys. This law was passed in the summer, however,
when I wasn't in school.
I was fortunate that I didn't require the muscle-reduction ? I was
never much of a muscular boy anyway. But I did go one day to get the
hair removal, being convinced by my mother that I would hate having to
shave everything everyday. Of course, I never intended on wearing
skirts or dresses, and was hoping that people would eventually come to
their senses and change things back to the way they were. So I didn't
really want to do the hair removal thing. But Mom continued pressuring.
She said everyone was doing it, I didn't want to be any different than
the others. Besides, for a month the government was providing the
service for free ? normally treatment like this costs lots of money.
Well, I still wasn't convinced. Then one morning my mother woke me up
early. I was so sleepy I didn't realize what was happening. With my
sisters' help I was coached into the car, and next thing I knew I was
strapped to a hospital bed and a doctor (female, of course) was placing
a mask over my face. When I woke up, I was only wearing a flimsy
hospital gown, and my body was completely smooth, aside from the hair
on my head. I never had body hair again. I was pretty pissed-off, and
quickly re-donned my boys' clothes. I was told that my mother was
waiting for me outside. When I met her in the parking lot, she patted
my cheek and commented on how soft it was. I didn't say a word and just
entered the car.
A few days later my sisters brought their wardrobes to my room. I was
very close in size to my twin sister, and just about all her clothes
fit me. Most of my older sister's clothes fit me as well. Not that I
had tried any of it on yet, but my sisters claimed they couldn't wear
any of their old clothes anymore anyway, so they gave it all to me.
They and my mother all bought new clothes. My twin sister Sheila wanted
me to give her my clothes, but I was reluctant at first.
As the weeks went by, I noticed that there wasn't a single boy on the
street anymore wearing pants. Boys' clothes had completely shifted to
become what girls used to wear. In fact, it was even more girlish than
girls' clothes. Pants were completely gone, unless they were skin-tight
spandex leggings or stuff like that. Most of the boys wore skirts or
dresses that displayed their newly hairless legs. Shirts were tight and
low-cut, short-sleeves or without sleeves at all.
Eventually my mother and sisters told me they were embarrassed to be
around me when I wore pants. They said that they knew the switch was
difficult for me, but they didn't want to be the only ones on the whole
block whose son/brother dressed in the old-fashioned way. I was
beginning to feel somewhat self-conscious myself, and I felt bad for
them being embarrassed by me. That day I helped my sisters carry my old
wardrobe up to Sheila's room, and for the first time I wore a skirt. I
found a very wide, ankle length navy-blue skirt and wore it with a
light-blue button-down top that could have been a boy's except that the
buttons were on the wrong side. For the next few days I dressed that
way ? very VERY modestly. My mother and sisters tried to be nice and
told me that I looked really nice. I felt awful.
One day my sister Sheila entered my room with a shopping bag. She said
that she had been to the mall ? they were offering to "convert" girl's
bathing-suits to fit boys for a very nominal fee, and she took hers and
my older sister Michele's bathing-suits over there to get them fixed
for me. She said she knew I'd probably never want to wear them, but
just in case, she had them done. She left them for me on my bed. (I had
noticed her a few days earlier swimming in the pool in our backyard
wearing my old swimming trunks, shirtless. I thought I'd never be able
to swim again.)
When she left my room I looked through the bathing suits. Basically,
all that had been done was that two pieces of spandex-cloth had been
sewn into the crotch of each bathing suit to allow them to cover a
boy's crotch, and in some of them, some of the material had been taken
in at the chest. I couldn't believe that I was expected to wear this
type of thing. I put them back in the shopping bag and stuffed them in
a drawer in my room.
About a week later, the temperature was very high. I would have loved
to go swimming, but I didn't dare since I knew what I would have to
wear. Sheila and Michele were spending almost all day in the pool (in
my swimming shorts).
A few days went by, and the temperature kept rising. When I was alone
at home or in my room, I would lift the long skirt I was wearing up
above my knees to allow my legs to cool somewhat. But if anybody were
around I wouldn't indulge myself so. I was embarrassed.
Sheila came to convince me to give in and go swimming. She told me I
was so lucky ? that I was naturally slim and had a body that the other
boys would kill for. I should be proud of the way I look and shouldn't
be embarrassed. Then she asked me where my bathing suits were. I told
her that I wouldn't wear them. She said she didn't expect me to; she
just wanted to see them. I opened the drawer and pulled out the bag.
She looked through the bag and pulled one out. It was a simple one-
piece suit with an open, low-cut back. It was black in color with thin
fluorescent-purple horizontal stripes. I remembered that one ? Sheila
used to wear it a lot. I always secretly thought that she looked so
beautiful in it, and would suddenly get an urge to go swimming myself
it I saw her heading for the pool dressed in it.
Sheila held up the suit. "See this? It's just a plain old bathing suit.
It doesn't look so scary, does it? I used to wear it all the time ? I
know that it's very comfortable. You should try it ? I think you'd like
it."
"Thanks Sheila but I don't think so. It's just too weird."
"Look, Jimmy, nobody has to see you in it. But don't you think it's
about time you went swimming? This weather's absolutely boiling! You
used to spend so much time in the pool ? don't deprive yourself of that
pleasure!"
"I can't, Sheila."
"Jimmy, it'll be just you and me ? I don't have any friends coming
over, and Michele's away for the day with friends. Mom's at work.
NOBODY will see you in it. But please ? if not for you, do it for me. I
just HAVE to go swimming, I'm so hot, but it's boring swimming alone."
My heart felt for her ? Sheila and I have always been so close. But I
still couldn't do it.
"Okay, look, Jimmy, I have an idea. Why don't you put on the bathing
suit, and put on a nightgown on top? That way you don't have to feel
uncovered." She opened my drawer and pulled out a long T-shirt style
nightgown that used to be hers. "Here ? you can wear this on top.
Nobody will have to see you in the bathing suit, not even me. Okay?
PLEASE, Jimmy!"
I took the bathing suit and the nightgown into the washroom.
I tried on the bathing suit. I was amazed at how well it fit me.
Everything was covered and tucked into the right places. I thought I'd
feel more uncovered in it, but somehow, the tightness of the suit made
me feel covered and protected. I looked at myself in the mirror and
actually thought I looked kind of nice. I definitely looked just as
good as the boys modeling these suits on TV and in the newspapers.
The thought of finally being able to go swimming was relieving. But I
still wasn't ready for a public appearance. I put the nightgown on over
the suit. It reached just above my knees.
Sheila told me I looked real cute in her nightgown. We went swimming
together. It was a lot of fun. We played games together ? we raced, we
dived for rings and things, swam through each other's legs, gave each-
other rides on our backs, all kinds of stuff like that.
At one point I was having so much fun, even though the nightgown was
weighing me down and restricting my movement. I said to myself, "what
the heck". I took off the nightgown and tossed it onto a chair at the
side of the pool. It was a lot easier to swim like this, and I made a
mental note that it was actually a lot more comfortable for swimming
than the baggy shorts I used to wear.
"Wow, Jimmy, you look beautiful. I mean, I always thought you'd look
great, but I never thought you'd look THIS good!"
At first I felt uneasy and thought about running over to the chair and
putting the nightgown back on. But then I saw Sheila's pretty smile,
and calmed down. I just smiled back and said "thanks", and swam towards
her.
The next day I put on a light-green bathing suit that used to be
Michele's, and went swimming with both of my sisters.
By the end of the week I was wearing normal "girl's" clothes during the
day as well. I would wear skirts that reached 8 or 10 centimeters above
my knee, and tight shirts or halter-tops. I started wearing training-
bras under the shirts. I stopped being embarrassed and began enjoying
the way I looked, and the compliments I got. Two weeks later I went
swimming wearing a two-piece suit.
At the end of the summer, my sisters made a free "Magic Show" for kids
sick with cancer. They both wore tuxedos, and I, as their assistant,
wore a red sequined leotard. They had spent hours doing my hair and
make-up, and painting my nails before the show. The show was a success,
and I actually really enjoyed when the two of them handcuffed my hands
and feet, blindfolded and gagged me, locked me in a box and pretended
to saw me in half. The realization that I was totally helpless, at
their mercy, was intoxicating. I thought of the magic shows I had seen
as a kid, when the beautiful blond female assistant would have this
role, and how I used to enjoy those shows and ogle at the beautiful
girls. Now, the thought of people looking at me thinking the same
thoughts, well, let's just say, was quite arousing. I was lucky that
the tight leotard held everything in place. I was sorry when the box
was opened and I was set free.
When we got home, I asked them to do it again. This time, they did it
much more carefully. I wore a small two-piece bikini bathing suit. I
tried to resist them ? all part of the game, but of course, they easily
overpowered me.
Each of my wrists was bound behind my back to an elbow, with my arms
bent at 90-degree angles. A thin metal bar was also attached to my
wrists to prevent them from sliding away from my elbows, towards the
middle. My sisters said they preferred tying my hands this way so that
they'd always have free view of my butt. My ankles were tied together,
then my knees, and then my legs were bent backwards until my heels were
touching my thighs. Ropes permanently secured everything in place.
They forced my mouth open and stuffed it with a ball-gag, which was
securely fastened behind my head. I felt totally helpless ? it was
amazing!
All this was done by my two sisters and two of their female friends,
with my mother and my aunt and her daughters watching. One of her
daughters was constantly taking pictures with a digital camera. She was
a real computer whiz ? I knew that in no time at all, my pictures would
be broadcast all over the world on the internet. Of course, there was
no way to prevent this. I could see them all watching, enjoying, and
that just made me enjoy more.
Now that I was totally helpless and immobile, all the members of the
audience were invited up, one by one, to get some "enjoyment" out of
me. The rule my sisters made was that nobody was allowed to touch me in
any of my private parts, but anything else, anywhere else, was okay. I
was touched and tickled and kissed. And even though they weren't
supposed to, some of them sneaked little feels or pinches of my butt. I
didn't mind ? it was all so fun!
Finally, I was blindfolded and placed inside a cloth sack, which was
tied on top. Then I felt myself being lifted inside some kind of crate.
The lid was placed on top and nailed on.
I don't know how long I've been inside the crate now ? I have
absolutely no way of knowing. Maybe it's been five, ten minutes. Maybe
more. The suspense ? not knowing how long they're going to leave me in
here, just makes me enjoy more. In the meantime I've been thinking over
the whole story of how I got here, writing the story down in my mind,
so that I can commit it to writing when I'm finally freed.
It's so hard to believe that at one time I was so convinced that I
didn't want to wear girls' clothes!!!
Oh, I hear someone trying to pry open the lid of the crate. I guess my
fun's coming to an end for now. Oh well. I hope they'll do it again
soon?
Thanks, dear old Barbara Lenson! Rest in peace!
The End
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