The 400 Year WarChapter 4 The Origins of the Creek Nation
- 3 years ago
- 20
- 0
The President Addresses The Nation free porn video
The President Addresses the Nation
By Rosie
Julie Weiss carefully put the hot dish down on her dining table. Her
husband, Jake, and her son, Tommy, were hungrily awaiting the steaks she
served them. They didn't even wait until she sat down at the table, they
dug right in. Julie looked at her men with pride. Tommy was beginning to
look more and more like his father gentle faced and slim. Not quite tall
as him, but Julie never cared for too tall men. She wasn't a tall woman
herself, just about two inches taller than her husband
"I'm going to sleep over at Marjorie's" Tommy announced in his clear,
bright, melodic voice.
"Really?" Julie asked. "the president's going ot be on TV tonight."
"Oh, right," Tommy said, then shrugged, "I'll probably watch at
Marjorie's. Maybe the president will finally come clean about her daughter
being a dyke."
"Tommy, I wish you didn't use that word," Julie complained.
"Hey, he just calls 'em like he sees 'em, right son?" Jake replied and the
two men giggled like mad.
Jake was comfortably seated on the sofa while Julie was putting the dishes
in the dishwasher.
"How did the interview go?" she asked him when she finished.
Jake had lost yet another job recently. It seemed to her that in all of
their long years of marriage, he never held a job for more than two
months. Not that they were desperate for money - Julie made more than
enough as a vice president of a small company for them to live on, yet was
sorry for Jake. She felt that a steady job might at least provide him with
some direction in his life.
"They cancelled on me and told me to come tomorrow," he replied.
"That's a shame," she said and tried to say something else, but the music
and the nation's emblem on the screen interrupted her.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the president of the United States, Melanie Walsh,"
a pleasant female voice announced.
"Dear fellow Americans," the president said, seated behind her desk,
"first of all I have to apologize to you for using, or better yet,
abusing, the way I'm using the national address system to explain my
private matters. Yet at this point, as our media is taking a closer look
at my daughter and her fianc?, I do not believe I have any choice, if we
want the truth to be heard, and not fabrications and lies. It is my own
fault as I have always believed that what goes on behind the closed doors
of the bedroom is nobody's business and have therefore not revealed the
complete nature of my lifestyle. Not because I would deem it shameful but
simply because I was never asked to do this. As the president, I was
trying to set an example my fellow citizens, but now I realize that the
example I was trying to set was wrong. I believe that we have reached the
point where we must open the doors of our bedrooms and take look beyond
them - ourselves as well.
I now speak, rather than a president to her fellow citizens, as a woman to
her fellow women. Since the dawning of civilization to the near past, men
have been considered as superior to women. In the past century, however,
women have proven themselves not just as capable but even better than men
at many fields. The woman's gender role is now limited strictly to
pregnancy, since, thanks to modern science, men can also produce milk,
although not many choose to. Many married men don't even have jobs, 85% of
the American workforce are women. Yet we are still perceived as maids to
our husbands. Most of the prestigious positions are still occupied by men.
The fact that I have been preceded by only two other female presidents
proves that. Why? I ask you. For what reason? For no other reason than
that this attitude is a remnant from the past. The public image that men
try to project is the only reason. In the past it might have worked on
account of their physical appearance, but for the last couple of
generations, the average woman is both taller and stronger than the
average man. This fictive superiority of men is caused by us not opening
the doors of our bedrooms. This means that the women that are able to
stand for themselves are not noticed and therefore can not serve as an
example for others, who try to fit in a society that can only judge by the
images they see. I have decided to put an end to that, and I hope that
many women will follow my suit.
Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you my husband, David."
The camera panned out so that the viewers could see who the president was
pointing at. Beside her desk stood her husband, dressed in a bright red
suit consisting of a tailored jacket and a knee length pencil skirt, his
brown hair falling prettily around his immaculately made up face.
"Or Mr. Melanie Walsh, as he is legally called," the president continued,
as the camera zoomed in , "yes, my fellow citizens, it may appear to you
that my husband is in fact a woman. But I assure you that he is a man. He
does have breasts because we have both nursed our daughter. He is wearing
a skirt and a silk blouse underneath his jacket, but bear in mind that
this is the men's idea of women's clothing. Their idea of clothing of the
weaker, subordinate sex." She paused and took a sip of water before
continuing.
"For millennia men have made us wear clothes that made us appear
attractive to them, not rarely at the cost of our discomfort, if not
hazards to our health. But bear in mind that my talk tonight is not about
revenge. It is not about women's clothing signifying the weaker sex. I
strongly reject the idea of either of the sexes being weaker or
subordinate but if one of them has to be, it certainly won't be the female
sex!"
Her voice and stance toughened. "And if clothing would signify the weaker
sex, I would not be giving this address wearing a skirt and three inch
heels as I am now. It is about men's clothing signifying the dominating
sex in their minds. We could foil their attempts at dominating us simply
by wearing men's clothing, but why should we give up our favorite dresses
and silky lingerie just to show them they're wrong. Where would be the fun
in buying shoes then? That way we would simply have to wear something we
normally wouldn't because of our men."
She pointed a forceful finger at the audience. "The right solution is for
men to abandon their current fashion. Now I can not force anyone to wear
any particular type of clothing. I haven't forced my husband into skirts,
I simply told him I'd prefer him dressed as he is. Just as my daughter,
Sally, has done with her fianc? Jeremy."
The camera backed out again. At the other side of the desk, the
president's daughter, dressed in an elegant white pant suit, was holding
hands with her boyfriend who was wearing a short pale pink silk dress.
Both were beaming with joy although the boyfriend seemed a little shy
appearing on TV. The camera zoomed in again. To show his immaculate makeup
and soft, pretty eyes.
The president continued. I have revealed this not because of the
allegations made about our daughter's sexual preferences, but because
while it certainly seems otherwise, I do believe ours is not the only such
case. And chiefly, because the work performance of the American woman is
hampered because she is overburdened by having to do two jobs, one at her
workplace and one at home. I am speaking as the president to her fellow
citizens when I say this to the American men: stop acting macho and get
off your silly little asses! To the American women, I would like to give
an advice that has been passed on through the women of my family for
generations: men are like children. No matter how much you love them, you
have to put them over your knee from time to time. It's for their own
good."
She took another sip of water and concluded. "I thank you sincerely for
your patience and wish you good night."
"That woman just might be onto something," Julie muttered and went to pick
up the phone.
"Hello, Marjorie?" she said into the receiver, "yes. You did, didn't you?
I don't know, I hope I don't have to, but if I do, I will. Listen, are you
busy tomorrow? I was wondering if you could do me a little favor. Great,
that's exactly what I had in mind. Thanks. See you tomorrow then. Bye."
Jake was petrified as he watched Julie walk towards him with her new found
confidence.
"That interview tomorrow?" she began, "I don't want you to go."
"Why not?"
"Marjorie will be taking you and Tommy to the mall, you need to get some
proper clothes," Julie replied calmly.
"But-" Jake began, but Julie cut him off.
"The only butt in this conversation is a well spanked one! It's time for
me to lay down the law."
Saying that she effortlessly picked him up, unbuckled his pants, placed
him over her knees and spanked him firmly.
"Good evening ladies and gentlemen, my name is Jeffrey Owens and these are
the eight o' clock news," said the anchorman, dressed in a beige silk
blouse, "a week after president's Walsh's address, she has made further
steps in her equality program. With the help of the surgeon general, she
has begun promoting nursing among men with tax cuts and child support
services. She says that along with shortening the necessary maternity
leave, it will also make reintegration of men into modern society easier.
More later, but first let's hear from Tracy Mills. Over to you, Tracy."
"Thanks Jeffery, good evening," said the reporter standing in front of
some crowded town square, "we usually don't talk about fashion this soon
in the evening, but it seems that not only in the USA, but all over the
world, virtually all men have accepted their new dress code, as much as
they were able to buy suitable clothes. Despite the hyper production of
the textile industry, there is still a shortage of smaller sizes. Apart
from not being able to supply the wanted articles, they are faced with
tons of clothes they simply can not sell."
"Thank you Tracy. Lines at the malls aren't the only ones caused by the
president's last week's address. With her instruction to the registrars
that the husband should assume the wife's last name unless stated
otherwise, couples from all over the country are rushing to get their last
names changed to the maiden names of the wives. However, there is a
growing number of cases where the husbands change not only their family
names, but also their personal names to their wives' names. More from Marc
Andersen."
A young man appeared on the screen, holding the microphone in one hand
while trying to keep his veiled straw hat on his head with the other on
his blue floral dress fluttering in the wind. Before he could speak, Julie
turned off the television. Jake had called her and Marjorie to the table.
"You thinking of changing his name too?" Marjorie asked her.
"I was for a while, but it would be only confusing to have two Julies in
the house. Maybe I'll have him called Jane though. How about you with
Tommy?"
"I feel the same way. Maybe I'll just change the y into the i. Tommi. Or
Tammi. We'll see. I already have him on the milking program, though."
"Oh? Are you expecting?"
"No, no," Marjorie answered, "but I do plan him to wear a low cut gown on
our wedding."
"You know, now that you've mentioned it, Jane could do with some
cleveage."
Jake came over to them, dressed in his tight satin dress, swaying on his
three inch heels.
"Are you two coming or what?" he asked.
"Sure, Jane, relax," Julie answered, smoothing out her skirt as she got
up. She linked hands with her husband and proudly watched Marjorie embrace
their son, so pretty in his white flouncy silk blouse and red and white
polka dot full silk skirt.
"You know, I was sure that woman just might be on to something," she
muttered contentedly.
The end.
Julianne
- 09.12.2022
- 26
- 0
Samantha And The President
- 4 years ago
- 31
- 0
Samantha And The President revised
- 4 years ago
- 57
- 0
