TGS:A New Story

It could not have happened at a worse time. My crusade had finally been picking up followers, converting people to my viewpoint. In just a few short weeks, on election day, people who shared my views were poised to win control of at least two state assemblies, and there was a good chance we'd elect some of our own to national positions. The sky, as they say, was the limit.
YOu know, of course, of what I speak. We were on all the news channels. The MDOM foundation was the leading advocate of returning power in society to men, where it belonged. I had founded the organization years before, after losing out on promotion after promotion to women who I just knew were less qualified, no matter what my bosses said about their education or experience. For years I was laughed at, mocked, called a misogynistic bastard by men and women alike.
But then, then more and more men lost out on jobs they wanted, missed that promotion, couldn;t get the loan they needed. And they joined me, paid their membership dues, and started working towards a brighter future. SOme were truly nutcases, men who sought to beat and abuse women. These I turned over to the authorities myself. There was no role for violence in my vision of the proper roles of men and women - all that was necessary was that everyone knew their place, just like in the good old days.
Anyway, I''m rambling here and need to get back to the point. There we were, poised on the brink of success, bringing in converts from all races and creeds and social classes, ready to change society, when what people are calling the Great Shift changed it for us.
I was in my office, going over my notes for a scheduled national news show interview that weekend, when I suddenly felt disoriented. The next thing I knew, I was outside, in some sort of stadium. All around me people were yelling and screaming, fear and confusion evident in their voices.
As I trued to get my bearings, I couldn't help but think something was wrong with me (other than suddenly being lord knows where doing lord knows what). That's when I looked down, and saw what I later found to be a cheerleaders uniform stretching across what I immediately realized were my quite ample breasts. SOmehow, I had become a woman! (Gee, are you surprised?) Surprisingly, I was not shocked or anything, but I was pissed. Though I know now it wasn't the case, at the time I thought this was soemthing that had, somehow, been done by those who opposed me, and my first thought was to reverse the process and continue my crusade. If only I had realized then just what the acions of my old body would mean for the fate of my new one!