Busted to Basics: Booty Camp
Army Setting; Reality Change; Permanent#11a
In grim darkness of the future, there is only war.
For war you need soldiers; but you don't need all that testosterone sloshing around, wreaking havoc and defiance up the command line.
So our best eggheads did something with genetics and economics and figured out one way to have more compliant soldiers...is to just make bootcamp female-only.
Four Scenes From Boot Camp
FALL IN:“Listen,
ladies,” barked Drill Sergeant Beast, her voice like a foghorn. Behind her, Captain Ada tried to keep a straight face. “You’re in the Army now, and you WILL do your duty to the nation.
“Our top eggheads say your dicks get you in trouble during boot camp. Excess aggression, high risk appetite and rebellion against authority. We can’t have that.
“So each and every one of you mother sons is going to walk into that Role Exchanger and come out with a clean, cute coochie tonight. Graduate boot camp, you’ll make private and get your privates back. Get pregnant … and you’ll serve the Mother Corps. Fall in!
RIGHT DRESS “Recruit Forrest, I thought I was here to lead PT, not judge a wet T-shirt contest. Why can I see your titties?”
Forrest, a god-fearing farmboy from the South, was crying. Tears were rolling down his face and splashing on his heaving bosom. He just couldn’t do it. Beast reached out and cupped Forrest between his jelly legs. She then put Forrest’s hands between her own thighs.
“Back in the day, they gave sergeants a Baton of Office. A Big Stick that shows they’re in charge. This is my Stick, understand, soldier? And if you want yours back, you will by god put on your government-issued Victoria’s Secret Sports Bra right now.”
EYES FRONTForrest was on his knees, sucking off Sergeant Beast. She grunted, and Forrest turned and lifted his hips, offering it to her. When they said Sgt Beast took her privates seriously, they weren't kidding. She seriously took Forrest right there and then.
I’d seen enough. I dashed back out into the hallway and collided with Captain Ada. I saw the focus in her eyes, and then they wandered down to my chest, and then back up to my eyes again.
That night, we had dinner in the Officer’s mess.
CHANGE COLOURS“I’m joining the Mother Corps,” beamed Forrest, looking like a Southern Belle. Sergeant Beast had to wipe away a few tears as she pinned the insignia to his uniform, right above his swollen belly.
“They’re moving me to Chanel Base,” explained Captain Ada, as she pinned BEST RECRUIT under my tits. “I’ll need an orderly. Someone to manage my office, clean my rooms, iron my uniforms.”
“Are you asking me?” I batted my lashes coyly. Hey, I was a private now. Make up was allowed. Captain Ada had secured a special outfit for me, one with standard-issue heels, but a blouse one size too small, and a skirt two inches too short.
“There’ll be a uniform inspection every day. And I was thinking…” Captain Ada moved closer, guiding my hands to the front of her skirt. “I was thinking you could keep that pussy of yours.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Pink is the New Black
Prison Setting; Reality Change; Permanent#11b
Another place where testosterone is deeply unnecessary? Prison.
All these convicts with long sentences and nothing to do.
People riot, fight, die and cost the state a lot of money. And they all try to work out to fight better, which means more food and more cost.
Much easier, then, just to turn them all into women. Lower biomass means less food, and suppressed testosterone means no muscle.
About the worse they can do is pull hair or land scratches. But in the meantime, subtle conditioning means they fight in different ways; gossiping, being catty and emotionally manipulative, toying with fashion and make-up...
Of course, this means all the prison guards have to be women too; either voluntarily or otherwise. And if the genetic history of the convict happens to be accidentally deleted before they're let out...