Rhian wrapped her arms around him and continued to play with his nipples through his top. The sensation of her fingers on his new, soft, girly flesh was breath-taking. "Please," he whispered. "Wait, this isn't right." But he didn't push her away. Chris didn't try to move until his girlfriend pulled the straps of his tanktop down and spun him towards her. He stood facing her, the movement of his narrow chest making his little breasts jiggle. Suddenly, he realized that his wish had also made his body smaller and weaker. The hormones the feminists inserted into the water supply also prevented men from growing very tall or putting on muscle during and after puberty. This was necessary for Chris' wish, because men had to stay small enough to wear the same clothing real women wore. He was now the same size as Rhian and shaped like a thirteen year old girl. A very weak, very vulnerable girl, who wanted nothing more than to obey the commands of the far more mature female standing in front of him.
"Rhian," he said, backing away. "We've got to figure out what happened to the world. We've got to --"
"There, there, Chris," she murmured, squeezing his behind. "Calm down now and listen to your mistress."
He fought the urges her words evoked, urges to sit in her lap and let her play with his hair. Urges to giggle. Urges to be her perfect little girl.
At the time, he had no way of knowing just how many changes had occured in the world. The feminists had altered more than just the behavior of men. Women, too, were now programmed to treat males in Chris' stage of development as much younger girls. Men were prevented from experiencing any sexual growth until they reached the age of seventeen. Then, hormone dosages were increased -- female hormone dosages. Already small and puny, men experienced the physical (and some mental) development of female puberty, and they were treated by all as if their real age matched the growth of their new female characteristics. The theory was that by going through the "normal" stages of female development, men would grow into well-adjusted women as they aged. To facillitate this, males were taught to submit to real females in the hope that they (the men) would learn to be more accepting of their roles.
In this world, some women, like Rhian, were given control over a male by his parents in order to help him become a better girl. In fact, the feminists were so in control of society that now it was considered a mark of shame in a family if a son did not become as girly as possible, both mentally and physically.
Now Chris faced his girlfriend, feeling a tremendous desire to do as she told him because of the conditioning he had undergone since childhood. For a moment, he was calm, as he suddenly felt very safe with her arms encircling him and her hands touching his behind. She began to rub his waist, sliding her hands into his jeans and fingering his thong. Rhian now wore a black corset, cinched tightly, and a long black skirt with fishnet stockings underneath.
"Come sit down with me," she breathed into his ear. "You look so precious that I don't think I'll be able to resist playing with you before we go shopping."
Trembling, Chris glanced at Rhian as she seated herself in the changing room. There was only enough room for her. He would have to sit on her lap. His mind told him it would be so easy to give into her, so easy to do what she said and let himself become small and girly. But he knew somehow that the more he gave in, the more he would be lost in this alternate reality. He had to make a decision now, or later it would be too late.
He looked at Rhian, then the exit to the changing room. What would he do?
