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The Future is Bright (Pink) Part One
By Miss Clare
Chapter 1
This was to be the most brilliant and extraordinary mission
of all time.
Scientists had been working on this matter for many years
it seems and the prospect of many science fiction fans
dreams was secretly about to be realised. Time travel.
A woman called Cathy Newheart had made the breakthrough;
her proclamation that this was a huge step for women
scientists everywhere was greeted by acceptance by the
government, as this was a huge step in the history of
humanity and this was the first real era where women were
making all the breakthroughs.
It was decided by the president, Mrs. Mary O Keefe, that
the first mission and any subsequent missions were to be
completely secret on the basis that if this tool got into
the wrong hands, the world could be destroyed. It was also
decided that missions could not ever go further back than
the day of invention by Cathy Newheart. This way the past
could not be significantly altered.
The process needed a gate anyway to be made from the point
of destination and the point of origin, so the experiment
would have to be into the future, with the gate being in a
locked secret room in the hills of Hollywood.
Four young elite men were chosen to undertake this task.
Men still pretty much controlled the military, and this was
definitely a job for forces.
The four men were the leader, Michael Williams, Abe Lewis,
a Tall thin man, who was as disciplined as they came, Jake
Fitzpatrick, a young and impressionable high flying recruit
and a British man, Christopher Jenson, who was included on
the basis of co operation between the two nations.
The mission was fairly low profile considering its
ramifications; there was no fanfare and certainly no media
presence. The only people present were the inventors; a
team of women led by Cathy Newheart, the chief officer of
the army and a small amount of generals and neutral
scientists.
Williams had always hated Cathy. He was distrustful of
women and Cathy was a feminist. He viewed her as a person
who only looked out for her own; somebody who was trying to
upset the natural balance of things by promoting women. She
in turn disliked his bullish and sexist attitude, and
viewed him as a dinosaur. Unfortunately, business was
business and she didn't have a choice who the military sent
in. He saw it as an opportunity to turn a female triumph
into his triumph. The first man to travel through time
itself.
Their mission was simple. Go 70 years into the future,
blend in to the society for days and make observations
without upsetting the order of things or revealing
themselves. Jenson and Fitzpatrick were keeping diaries of
the event and there was a cable link made possible through
a unique invention invented by a woman on Cathy's staff. IF
needed the troops only needed to return to the hills and
establish it. But it was only to be used in emergencies, as
it was very draining on resources and therefore only to be
used in times of trouble.
They stepped up and sat in the transporter, which took them
through the gate. A rough ride was ahead of them and they
needed strapping down, a practice Cathy and her scientists
found much enjoyment doing. She joked that the team were
enjoying this, but in reality they found it uncomfortable
being confined into straps by women.
The transport moved into the gate, and Cathy's heart
fluttered. This was womankind's greatest achievement, and
it was in the hands of *them*. She only hoped that this
would go swiftly so she could continue her work in the
spirit with which it was intended.
Chapter 2
The men all had a rough time through the gate, and when
they were out of it they all breathed a sigh of relief.
They noticed around them the doors were all covered in soot
and dust, and there was no one to greet them at the other
side. Had the mission been a success? Williams checked his
watch. It had stopped entirely. They clambered out of the
transporter looking weary and tired, and the general
decided they should rest for the night in the room where
they were, the other side of the gate. The room had not
changed in 70 years, if indeed they had travelled, and it
was dusty and unkempt.
That night everyone was very worried about what lay at the
other side of the door. Lots of speculation, and much
ordering by Williams, who was absolutely sure this was
going to go as planned. NO un-needed interaction. NO
looking up distant relatives. And discipline. Much
discipline from his troops.
The next morning Abe Lewis opened the door, and he gave a
whoop to the troops to signify that the experiment had been
a success. He could see in the distance much change. Large
buildings, with lots of detail, lights, and colour. Flying
machines swooped overhead and there were many strange
sights to see. The men's first priority was to blend in.
And to do that they would need to go into Los Angeles
itself and buy clothes. They had prepared many cover
stories for their appearance and so had no need to worry
about going in there with their old fashions.
They continued to walk around the hill's pathways finding a
way to the centre of Hollywood, where they would find a
clothes store. After giving excuses such as "Fancy Dress
Party attendance" or "Actors recreating the past". They
noticed a few billboards with beautiful women. Williams
remarked that "at least there were still gorgeous chicks in
the world" and they all had a laugh.
Then the first human contact came. Before them on the path
leading downwards were two attractive young women. The men
noticed that the young ladies, perhaps 21 years of age,
were too bothered with each other to be bothered with what
the men were wearing. They were kissing. Passionately. One
of the women pulled the other very close and started
kissing her neck and they were groaning with pleasure and
giggling. The boys started to enjoy this but their gallant
leader pulled them back as it was too risky to be seen in
these hills ogling at this time. The men sighed and walked
on, being careful not to be spotted by the otherwise
engaged young things.
Walking into town was a strange thing. The buildings
dwarfed them in a way only central New York ever had. This
reminded Abe Lewis of his childhood walking down Manhattan
with a glare of awe. It was daytime and there were lights
everywhere.
They looked around at the rushing people and seemed small.
All at least 6.5 feet, all very beautiful, and all women?
This confused the men and hit them all at once. The women
were all dressed in clothing you might see on earth, only
much smarter. Many of them wore suits and others, the
younger women, wore jeans or similar casual trousers. There
were a few with large prams.
This puzzled the men somewhat. Going round in their heads
were theories suggesting that "The men were all in work at
11:34am.", "There was a war on." and "Hollywood was a place
for actresses and young media harlots." and Williams was
thinking "Coincidence." None of the men wanted to say it,
as their thoughts worried them immensely, but it had to be
said, and Jenson said it.
"Where are all the men?"
At this exact point, they noticed many of the women were
staring heavily at them. Some seemed scared a little,
others heavily angry and scowling, one of them even shouted
"WHERE ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO BE?" and another few started to
make a crowd who started to encircle the men.
At this point, a welcome sight of the police vehicle, pink
in design, pulled up, and the men breathed a sigh of
relief. Their cover was sure blown. They would get some
answers now, and then return home maybe.
Out of the wagon came three larger officers, all women.
Williams was at this point expecting this, but welcomed it
nevertheless as a sign of well needed order. But the
policewomen grabbed him and the other men and despite them
being elite troops easily overpowered him, and they threw
him in the back of the car and drove off. Many of the women
in the crowd were watching this and started to talk about
it as if it was a big thing.
Chapter 3
A cold cell. That's all Williams had for about a couple of
hours. Jenson and Fitzpatrick started to write in their
diaries, and were heavily critical. The men had to admit
they were all scared. They didn't like this future one bit.
Everyone had treated them with immense disrespect and
discomfort and they had not seen a single man, which
suggested some terrible things.
Williams decided that telling the truth was not a risk
anymore, and that the men should spill their guts out if
questioned in the hope of returning to the present and
making sure whatever has happened to the men does not
happen!
Then came their first glimpse of masculinity. There was a
man in the next cell to them. Although, when asked
questions, he just cried "mommy". A sad sight to the men,
and this only served to confuse them even more.
After about four hours of waiting, Williams was taken away
to be questioned, as well as Jenson.
Jenson was seen being sent out to a transport, naked as the
day he was born and every time he was not moving fast
enough the officer smacked his bare behind with a whip to
get him going. The transporter then departed into the
skies.
Williams himself was oblivious to all these questions given
to him. He had tried to tell them but received a smacked
face, and was told to "Speak when spoken to." by the
interrogator, was as strict a woman he had ever known. It
was quite clear she viewed him in contempt. But none of the
questions made any sense.
"Where is your Mistress?"
"Why are you dressed in such a mature manner?"
"Why were you seen outside without a womyn escorting you?"
"Why do you look us in the eye and talk back to us? Were
you not educated properly?"
Then after about five questions Williams just repeated the
phrase, "I want to see a lawyer." Fifty times it took him
for the brutal officers to go away. And then he saw a
pretty young thing, approach him.
"Your my lawyer sweet thing?" he laughed.
But she gave him a strict look and shouted, "How dare you
address me in such a manner!"
He saw the futility of his approach and realised he had to
get this woman on his side if he stood any chance of
getting out of jail. He had done nothing wrong after all.
"I am sorry, I realise that's not the way you speak to
people now, so I'm sorry."
With this she looked at him with contempt and asked why he
was clothed in such a manner. One of the guards heard this
and forcefully stripped him. It seems that all the women
here were much stronger then he or his men.
As he stood naked in this manner he asked his lawyer, "What
the hell has happened to hospitality? I mean, what the
hells going on with his society?"
"You mean you don't know? Your mistress didn't explain this
in your daily womyn's studies?" She asked, with pity.
With this he proceeded to tell her everything about the
past, his expedition, and his experiences since arriving.
She begun to understand his predicament and smiled. "Okay,
I shall explain what has happened since you went into the
machine, and what is expected now. I am Miss Newheart."
Chapter 4
"Not long after you left, some... significant changes
happened to our society. You must remember President Mary O
Keefe?"
"Mary? Yes, I didn't vote for her."
"Well, her party was the first worldwide party, a
widespread victor in every election she went into. Well,
basically, you must have noticed that there were more women
in government than ever before. AND business. AND Science.
AND media."
"Yes, I noticed. Sycophantic losers putting them there."
"Be quiet. You are in trouble here and I am the only one
capable of saving you. Now, we reached a point where men
were really being heavily outclassed. Women, no longer
restricted by, *cough* weaker elements, started to excel.
Most businesses saw this and before long women heavily
outnumbered men in places of power. Men, well, they filled
out the low class jobs naturally."
She went on, sipping her drink.
"It was all evolution at work."
Williams didn't like this and scowled, but decided to let
it pass. This society was ignorant, it was not her fault.
She continued, noting the scowl and paying no heed to it.
"I apologise for any nerves, this is the first conversation
I have ever had with... one of your kind. Anyway, once this
happened, the male politicians in countries, which had
followed suit, well they all got quite upset at this. They
felt like token Congresswomen, and token MPs, and wanted a
positive change to this. The main ruling party, 'The
progressive party' split into two factions. Those which
wanted positive discrimination for men and those which
believed that democracy was equal and that the system
should therefore be left alone. Inevitably, all the female
members of the party were against this measure and split to
form the FemParty, and the male members were expelled.
Being only fringe politicians, they faded into obscurity
and the party, still led by Mary O Keefe, was for women
only.
"They started touting women's issues, and being the largest
and most successful party, many of their visions were seen.
They were kept in power by an overwhelming majority of
women, who never failed to vote for them. Slightly
outnumbering men, and the failure of men to agree on a
second party was the final nail in the coffin. Many men
actually voted for Femparty, distinctive for their pink
ribbons, because they were promised less responsibility and
workload for men.
"The party first changed the name of women, who became
womyn. They felt this was their time and they began to
shine, and so broke away from men and anything which was
holding them back. It was as if huwomynity was starting
afresh.
"The party could do no wrong. Often discriminating against
the male and never being spoken against. Wars were a non-
issue, as most countries were controlled by femparty, and
this system of femdom worked to eradicate many problems
often created by men. The ones who weren't controlled by
Femparty were soon made to by an aggressive army, who
obeyed the politicians. Before long, womyn controlled the
earth.
"It was then decided that men were to be made unequal
citizens in the constitution. Womyn were able to do
whatever they liked and men would have to obey. This was
natural. Males were not the breadwinners anymore and
therefore had no vote, nor any power. Many males became
drunkards, or low lives, and soon became violent. After
much rioting and fighting men needed to be brought into
line."
"So what happened to all of us?" Williams said, at this
point so frightened he could be seen through.
"You... do... not... exist..."
"YOU KILLED US? YOU KILLED US ALL!??"
"Heavens no, we merely subdued and emasculated you. Every
man was then to be controlled by his wife, mother,
girlfriend... brought into line and strictly made to
obey..."
"And those that didn't have any of those?"
"...well, they were detained until some could be found, to
prevent a repeat of previous performances. The term Sissies
was coined, and every sissy was to be strictly shamed,
controlled, and humiliated to make his place known by his
mistress, whichever woman was controlling him. Of course,
every woman was his better, but his mistress was his
goddess."
"You bitches! I suppose you have all the men locked away!"
She slapped him. "No, sissy, we have them all controlled.
Do not get uppity with me understood?"
"Yes... okay."
"Well, now men just don't exist. There are womyn and their
sissies, who are property. Sissies are feminised from
birth, made to know exactly what they were to be in
nature's grand plan, and what they are like now. They are
sexual playthings, and never entertain themselves in any
way. They are constantly reminded that they are worthless
of course, and taught about what men used to be, and also
what they could have been. Entertaining themselves, being
independent. This makes them so sad." she said, grinning.
"Can you get me out of here?"
"Perhaps. I can reason with any judges in that you did not
know your place. You WILL start to behave. I am your
better, understood?"
Williams saw his chance and decided not to complicate
things.
"Yes miss. You think you can then drive me to the hills I
came in so I can go home?"
"Go home?" She laughed. "To change things back? No! I was
talking about saving your life, sissy. Your independent
ramblings should have been punished by death. I am merely
trying to get you accepted to society."
Williams saw the chance slip away from his fingers and
started to cry, a sensation he had not experienced since
childhood.
"You sissy, are to be shown your place, *IF* I can save
you."
With that, he was led back to the cell. His two other
comrades were gone, and he never saw them again. People
passed the cell and laughed at him, and he had nowhere to
pee, but no one would even entertain the thought of talking
to him.
Chapter 5
After a long wait his lawyer, Miss Julie Newheart, who was
a relative of Cathy's, he later found out, came to his
cell.
"Well? Going to behave? Don't answer. Because I know you
will. I've explained to many parties involved in your
cases, and your, *ahem* friends have been sent on their way
as you should be... with me. I don't have my own sissy and
quite frankly making you realise how pathetic you are will
be fun!"
He screamed with all his might. He kicked. But she hoisted
him onto her shoulder and took him away.
Naked, outside, he was very ashamed. All the womyn laughed
and pointed as he was carried to the car. It seemed being
accompanied with a womyn and naked as the day he was born
he was no longer an oddity. She pulled up to her house, and
carried him inside. It was a huge house, and was purple,
with a huge garden.
"I have a special room made out, because I've always wanted
a sissy, but things got in the way of me going to the
nursery and getting one. I guess a career womyn like me
needs one I suppose, because you're to do all my chores.
The house of the future doesn't need many chores sissy, so
the rest of the day you will be sleeping or playing."
With that she opened the door. A large room, pink and
purple with many children's toys, fluffy carpets, and many
babyish items around. Williams, no longer the confident no
nonsense military man, realised this was his, and bolted
for the door. With ease, Julie grabbed him and tossed him
back into the room and locked the door.
"Don't start getting cold feet sissy. You are here for the
rest of your life. You are my property now and are to
worship my every move. If you step out of line I will
severely discipline you. Now males know their place, and
you should too you pathetic sissy!
"Now, I hardly think 'Williams' is an appropriate name for
a baby, and since men have been given sissy baby status, I
am going to give you the name Fifi."
Williams shuddered. Just one chance and he will get out.
Just one. Back to the machine and fix this mess. Fifi
indeed!
She grabbed him and told him this was the last time he was
to be spoken to like an adult. From now on he was no more
than a child. And a sissy child at that! For her pleasure
only!
"Listen, I'm cold and I need the bathroom. Please, let me
out or do something about my nakedness."
"I thought you'd never ask! But from now on, any more
talking other than lisping little girl comments and crying
will grant a spanking. You will feel pain. You must lisp,
and talk in the most ridiculous three year old fashion.
Understood?"
She put him on a table large enough for his body and went
into a side cupboard.
She put something on the table next to him and said "Now,
trying to escape? Naughty sissy! I have to punish you."
She started to spank him liberally and did not stop. The
pain was too much to bear and he was in agony. After a
while he started to cry.
"Please! Stop! No more! I will do as you say! No more of
this humiliation!"
With this she spanked him harder, screaming about his baby
talk. It was during this time that he was doubting himself
the first time.
"Ha! Pathetic. Look! You're crying! No wonder men are the
weaker sex! I almost forgot, I notice you have body hair!
Inexcusable!"
With that she sent him to the bathroom, all the while
making him prance about in the most ridiculous fashion. She
carried a whip with her and the threat of feeling that made
him obey his new superior. He felt very embarrassed. He was
then given a creme all over his body, and before he knew
it, all his hair had gone. His genitals were even bare.
"Sissies don't have hair! Know what sissy? This? All this?
Its revenge for what men did for centuries. Making us dress
in skirts, with makeup. Telling us what to do. Well, for
the rest of time, we wear the trousers!"
She made him prance to the table again and he got on.
She showed him the garment on the side table.
"Know what this is Fifi? Huh? Huh? Does Fifi know what this
is? That's right. My wittwe Fifi sees his diaper! You wear
diapers now! Bathrooms are for womyn sissy!"
His heart beat tremendously, his brain couldn't escape the
humiliation, and he simply cried more, as he could do no
more than that.
This once proud military man, sports achiever, stud, was
being put into diapers. This was the ultimate humiliation.
"And you will use them. If I ever see you wet anywhere else
you will be punished. I thought it would be fun to see you
unaware of these things. So, your bladder control will ever
so slowly disappear from your conscience. How fun will that
be?"
This, for a man of such honour, was so embarrassing for
him. And he needed to pee. He daren't say what his mind
wanted him to. He wanted to go the toilet so badly.
"Now, do you understand all this? Or am I to spank you more
Fifi?"
At this point, to avoid any further spankings from this
womyn, he decided it was best to do as she said. No use
having pride in a situation like this one. No one would
ever know of this when he got back though.
"Yeth Miss. I be good fwom now on, but I don't need
diapees." (And wait till later when I escape, he thought.)
From that last remark he thought he had earned some respect
from this womyn. She certainly had his. What he received
was very different.
"How dare you! You need diapers because I say you need
diapers! And you do not ever dare contradict me! Ever! From
now on you will grovel at my feet and if I suggest you eat
turd you will tell me you like eating turd! Understood?"
With this she spanked him 20 times until he cried again.
No army drill sergeant had ever been this cruel. No army
drill sergeant had ever been this strict. And he had never
been so frightened in his life.
"Yeth Miss. Sowwy. But I gotta peepee." (And when I'm
finished Ill kill your ancestor. Pop a bullet in her neck.
You wont ever exist. That will be sweet, dearie.)
"Okay Fifi, no worries. Just hold it in until I get this
diaper on you."
He knew better by now than to resist. She was his clearly
his better. Stronger, more intelligent, and he knew it.
She slipped a piece of cloth underneath his bare behind. It
was common knowledge that cloth diapers were much more
humiliating than plastic. Especially when you used many of
them.
The moment had finally arrived for her. She had her very
own sissy. This was a moment every womyn looked forward to.
She would never have to do chores again, and she had a
personal plaything who cost little and gave so much
happiness. She would enjoy having him so much.
She clipped the diaper into place and slid in another
three. At this point he was so embarrassed he couldn't
talk. Three diapers. There was no way he could not think
about them. They restricted his movement 90%. She then
picked him up off the table and walked him to a mirror.
"See that sissy? Men were capable of using the toilet, but
then again, they were not capable of keeping up with us or
capable of keeping the peace, so they are gone. Sissies
can't use the toilet. I'll see to it you cannot either.
Look at that ridiculous child's diaper! Only a weakling
would wear one! Pah! That's all you are!"
With this she opened the pink wardrobe and got out
something frilly.
"Plastic *panties*, so you don't spill when you mess. Fun
huh?" She made him step into them and locked them up.
Then she placed a petticoat over his head with some severe
laces on which made him so thin. They hurt him a little,
and the dress swished about as he moved. He felt so silly.
She slipped a pink dress over his head. It was short and
did nothing to cover his diapers, which were clearly
visible. After pretty socks he looked like a bad mess.
"Tomorrow, I will clean your hair up a little, and feminise
you more. In the meantime, its late, and I think you should
go to bed. Normally you would have been in bed hours ago,
but this one time was different.
"Most of your days will be the same from now on. You will
receive regular spankings. You will be constantly made to
do things you don't want to. You will be my personal
plaything for eternity. You will be childlike and soon you
will forget what you once were and turn into a sissy. Your
only contact with males will be the same that your children
were subjected to at playtimes. I.e. ridiculous games, and
sometimes, when I am in the mood, adult games. Never for
your entertainment though. You will be scared of me and my
constant bullying as every male on the planet is now. And
you will know your place!"
It was late he had to admit. He did need sleep. But he also
had to pee. And he was entertaining many thoughts of
escape.
"I have to go potty miss, pweese!"
"No sissy! If I hadn't just changed you I would spank you
rotten! Now stop talking!" She placed a pacifier in his
mouth and made him suck. "You stop sucking that I will hurt
you badly."
She placed him in a playpen with many girls' toys.
"You will pick up these dolls and play army man! I am going
to make you a bottle of milk for bedtime!"
He really had to pee now. She turned her back and locked
the room behind her. Fatal mistake! He thought...
He bolted for the window and got a heavy object, attempting
to bash it in.
Unfortunately for him, a mild electric shock was charged
through his body, and he fell to the floor in agony.
"You tried to escape Fifi? Bad baby! I shall spank you
double your usual daily tomorrow. That *will * be fun!"
He realised there was no way out, and he made the final
transition from confident man into sissy.
He lay on his back, legs spread, and with that he wet his
diapers. The gushing sensation was the most humiliating
thing yet, as it splashed around his miniscule groin area
and even to his bottom. He had held in for hours and as a
result had a real long pee, which soaked him through.
His red cheeks told the whole story.
"Have you just wet yourself????" She said with a pleasant
grin. "EEEEWWW!! Well, of course you did. Get used to it.
And as a matter of fact, get used to other oozes emanating
into your diaper." She was laughing at this point.
She ran a finger into his diaper and realised.
"Absolutely soaking! What a sissy! Wetting his diapers!
Haha! Well, I've just changed you, I'm not doing it again
till tomorrow."
She made him drink a bottle of dull, white milk. Lukewarm,
and horrid tasting.
"There's more than just milk in that bottle Fifi!"
He knew it. Because minutes later his bowels began to shift
around.
With that, she went to put him in his cot. The pink bars
looked sturdy. It was a mock form of wood, he thought. And
as soon as she went out the room and locked it he would
have a go at the door. He was resourceful!
"Well, I'm going out now with a girlfriend partying. You
will hear us having sex through these walls, but your
formula I just gave you will prevent you 'getting it up'
until the morning, hehe."
(I'll be out of here by then you dumb bitch.)
She then put a lid over and locked it tight. "Yes, I know,
no way out of this room anyway, but you wont even leave
your cot to play until I say so! How fun!"
He realised there wasn't even a small chance of escape. He
started crying again. Tears gushing down his face, he
clutched a doll that was there and held it tightly.
Here he was, this morning a proud military man with honours
on a secret mission to see the future before anyone else,
now locked in diapers and a sissy dress, crying, with a
pacifier in his mouth. He was wet from his own pee and
living with the prospect of being dominated by women for
the rest of his life.
He was so ashamed, and was beginning to accept his fate for
good.
TO BE CONTINUED
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