REVOLUTION: MY NEW MARRIED LIFE AS A SEXY MALE

PART 5: 1st week with Sally : Tuesday in the City

Central Station was a transport hub for trams, mainline trains, buses and taxis so it was big and very busy. There were Women rushing everywhere. Suddenly deposing every male politician, military officer, manager and any other male 'in charge' took a lot of reorganising and the city was where it was happening. There were some Sexy Males around, mostly carrying things for Women but they were all dressed for function rather than fashion in short skirts and blouses of various plain colours. All penises were locked up with standard issue black plastic cages.

I seemed to be almost the only man dressed to attract apart from a few prostitutes hanging around near the taxi rank. They were probably being punished for some error, real or imagined. Prostitution of Sexy Males was not only legal, it was actively encouraged. But most of it was done in the local government run brothels that even quite small communities were setting up. Street prostitution was allowed so long as the males didn't make a nuisance of themselves. It was not without risks and only the roughest, least attractive males did it. Any pretty ones were in danger of being kidnapped, which was also not illegal at that time, so long as no Woman was injured.

Abducting Sexy Males was made a crime soon after. A highly placed Woman lost her very pretty Hubby after leaving him outside a shop 'just for a minute'. Although she found him quickly, his abductors refused to give him back. Because no force had been used in the abduction, she had no legal right to claim him back. She had to pay some rough Girls to 'persuade' the Women that it was their civic duty to hand him over.

Well, we can't have the high and mighty inconvenienced in that way so the legal loophole was quickly fixed to state that you could do anything with any Sexy Male WITH HIS OWNER'S PERMISSION. But at the time that we were in the city, any unattended Sexy Male was still fair game. Which is why Sally led me by the hand through the station concourse and out into the street.

"Do not let go of my hand, Sweetie." she said. "You'll be safe if you're with me."

I nodded as males weren't allowed to speak in public. I wanted to ask where we were going and what Sally's appointment was for but I couldn't. Instead I kept my eyes on the pavement in front of me but risking just a few glances around to see how the city had changed since The Revolution. I'd worked in the city for a few years and visited it regularly so I wanted to see what the new regime was doing with it.

The buildings were the same, apart from the victory posters exhorting Women to use us without mercy. They seemed to be on every public building. Giant posters of locked penises and testicles were at every corner. The Revolution had been a bloodless coup so there had been no damage to the infrastructure. It was generally believed that some clever Women had rigged satellites around the world to broadcast a "Pacifying Wave" that took away men's will to fight and made them suggestible. Armies threw down their weapons. Wars that had dragged out for years stopped instantly. Closer to home, wife-beaters burst into tears, begging to punished. Rapists handed themselves in at police stations and politicians resigned en masse to make way for Women.

They didn't like to admit it, but Women were affected by the satellite wave too. How else could you explain the entire Female population of the world suddenly finding feminised men amazingly attractive? But that's what they did. I noticed all the adverts on the electronic billboards now featured pretty men flashing their testicles at the least excuse. How that was supposed to sell household bleach I couldn't imagine.

THE CAFE

Sally took us into one of the city's many shopping arcade. "I think we can have an early lunch before the appointment. Let's go in here."

It was a family-run Italian cafe that I'd been in many times over the years. Only there had been a change of management. Mama now ran the whole thing. Her sons had been turned into waitresses with long dark flowing hair. Their uniform (such as it was) barely covered the hygiene laws. Black high heels (of course), a tiny white apron that just about covered their genitals and made no attempt to hide their tanned firm young bums, all topped off with, well actually, nothing. Their perky young breasts were on proud display with black sticky tape crossed over their nipples. Not sure what that was for.

The man that founded the business, and everyone had always called Papa, stood behind the counter by the coffee machine. I knew he had to be in his fifties. Possibly older. Before The Revolution he'd been a short, balding, chubby chap with a greying moustache and a loud voice. Now he looked sensational. The rejuvenating properties of feminisation meant that an ageing man had become what Sally liked to call a 'DILF', which means "Dad I'd Like to F..." Papa had long black hair cascading over his huge breasts pushed into quivering mounds by the bodice of a very tight black and red corset. I was pretty sure they'd pop out if he bent forward. As you know, when a man is feminised the fat has to go somewhere and Mama had obviously opted for enormous boobs. A little too much makeup for my liking but I had to admit that the pillar box red lipstick suited his mediterranean colouring. He smiled genially as he made coffee for some Women. One Woman reached across and jiggled his breasts and he laughed. Mama smiled benevolently, satisfied with her busty hubby.

Marco, the youngest boy came to take our order. His breasts weren't like his father's. Instead they were fairly small and puffy. They weren't fully grown but had a promising shape. I was becoming quite the connoisseur of Sexy Male breasts. Sally gave him our order and squeezed his bum. He bobbed a curtsey, thanked her for the attention and wiggled off to the kitchen. Lots of the Women customers watched him go. Well, at least the ones who weren't looking at my legs did. I wasn't the only male sitting at a table. Three older men in tiny white tennis dresses sat with (I assume) their wives at a large table. They were all laughing and chatting away, although it was the Women doing the talking. The men smiled or laughed demurely, covering their mouths with their hands. If it wasn't for the collars and leads around the men's necks you could be forgiven for thinking it was a Ladies tennis club outing.

Sally told me that cafes were exempt the 'no talking in public' rule. "It's really only for the streets. But keep your voice down. There mustn't be even a hint that you are trying to dominate a conversation." She touched my hand "Not that you ever did, dad. You were very good at letting us speak first and last."

"Thank you, Sally. Would you like to tell me where we are going after this?"

She looked at me and put a finger to her mouth, thinking. "Mmm, okay. It might be a good idea to let you prepare yourself. Alexandra is a photographer. She's on the lookout for potential Page 3 models for the Victrix newspaper. She thinks you may have what it takes." She held up a hand. "It's okay. I've checked with Mum and Hayley. They both think it's a great idea."

I lowered my voice and leaned over to her. "Aren't I a bit old for that sort of thing?"

My daughter / wife shook her head in mock sadness. "That's such a male way of thinking. Yes, if you'd been a Woman before The Revolution you'd be twenty-five years too old to be a glamour model. But we Women don't think like that. Alexandra reckons there's a market for older Sexy Males getting their kit off. I mean, look at these waitresses. Yeah they're very pretty in a skinny, inexperienced kind of way but I'd much rather fuck the busty bloke by the coffee machine. We want to see older guys exposed, objectified and lusted over. These boys have little memory of being boys. They're easy to reprogram. Older guys need to be sexually humiliated to keep them in their new subservient state. They need to be constantly reminded that we run things now and they are just eye candy and sex toys.

"Now, here comes the food. Eat quietly and don't make a mess on your dress."

It was salad. Not a fan of salad but Sally said I had to watch my figure. We ate in silence. I concentrated on my coleslaw and tried to ignore the many Women who were looking at me. Eventually it started to bother Sally. She put down her knife and fork and stood up to address the room.

"Yes he is fucking gorgeous but he belongs to me, my Mum and a friend so NO you can't have him. Thank you for your attention, Sisters. Enjoy your meal."

Mama brought a bottle of wine over to our table. "Compliments of the house, Sister. I know what it is like. My boys are all beautiful and my fat slob husband is now is a what-you-call, a babe magnet. Everyone they want to jiggle his titties."

"Well they are very jiggly, Mama. You chose well."

(As his wife, Mama would have had final say over how the feminising Machine redistributed his body mass. She could have left him fat.)

"Thank you Sister." said Mama "So did you. I recognise your male. He used to bring you here from when you were a little girl. He is your father, yes? He is very attractive. Good boobies. Enjoy!"

Mama went back to the counter and Sally smiled "Did she mean 'enjoy your wine' or enjoy my dad's tits?"

I shrugged "Could be both."

After the meal, Sally went to the counter to pay while I used the loo. That's one advantage we still had. We could pee standing up. The urinals were still there but I noticed the cubicles for each loo had been removed and there were CCTV cameras pointing at them. Males were not allowed any privacy at any time.

Coming back from the loo, I had to pass by the side of the counter and saw the rest of Papa's outfit. His red and black corset had a tiny black lace skirt which only served to accentuate his fat but sexy bum. The suspenders of the corset held up the obligatory black stockings. In an apparent concession to his age, his shoes had fairly low heels. His manhood swung free but was covered by a small white apron, probably to protect it from coffee splashes. He gave me a smile and a cheery wave as I passed.

POSING IN PUBLIC

Sallie took my hand and led me out of the arcade. "It's not far now. Just a little sexy wiggle up the High Street and into the next arcade. When we get there keep your eyes down but try to stand up straight and push your tits out. I know that's tricky but see if you can do it."

I thought I'd try it as I walked. It was quite easy to do but not easy to keep doing. Although my memories were intact my brain had been partially rewritten by The Machine so I find it difficult not to get sidetracked. Case in point, we passed a shoe shop and I was transfixed by the display of pink stilettos – in my size! Sally had to drag me away.

We were now in the shopping area of the city and there were more males about, mostly carrying bags and boxes for their Women. Some were posing on the plinths. All statues of men had been removed and Women in Charge hadn't got around to replacing them yet so the locals posed their men in various rude, awkward, demeaning positions and photographed them. Sally wasn't interested in it but I wouldn't be surprised if I ended up posing for Hayley on one of the weeks she had use of me. The bimbo part of me quite liked the idea. Certainly the boys in the pretty dresses pretending to wank at their Mums' cameras seemed to be having a whale of a time. Their Mums were laughing and praising them for being 'good sluts'.

One of the Mums stopped Sally. "Excuse me, Sister. Could I borrow your hubby for just a moment?"

"Well, we have an appointment shortly."

"It won't take a moment. Just one picture. I promise. It just yours is the best looking Sexy Male I've seen all day and I want my boys to have a picture to sort of aspire to. Please? He's so pretty. And I just love the way you have his cock cage poking out through that hole in his dress."

"Thanks. Okay, but please be quick. We really do have an appointment."

Her boys were identical twins and were almost as tall as me. Their penises were held in leather sheaths with their testicles allowed to swing in the approved manner. They wore their brown hair in pigtails and had white blouses unbuttoned and knotted under their neat new breasts. Tiny tartan pleated skirts, white socks and black shoes finished off the ensembles. I vaguely remembered we used to call it the Brittany Spears look.

Their Mum got them to stand either side of me. "Put your arms around their waist. – What's his name?" she asked Sally.

"Sweetie." Sally replied.

"Boys! Put an arm each around Sweetie's waist."

The cheeky teens didn't put their arms around my waist. They put their hands up my dress and squeezed my bum! That tightened the pull of the dress on my genital cage, lifting my testicles. They looked up and grinned. One of them said "Nice big bollocks, mister."

Their Mum was still talking. "Now put your head against his boob. Hold your dicks up and SMILE!"

She took the picture and thanked Sally. I noticed Sally took a picture too.

Then Sally said "We have time for one more. Can I direct them?" Sally asked the Mum who said "Boys! Obey this Sister."

"Turn around boys. You too, Sweetie. Legs apart. Bend over and flip up your skirts. Boys, squeeze my dad's bum. Look over your shoulder and smile. Ready? CLICK!. Good boys. Stand up. Turn around."

Their Mum said "Is he really your father?"

"And hubby. Married him last Saturday. Lost count of how many times I've fucked him since."

The Mum grinned. "Yes. It's amazing to be able to just have them anytime, isn't it. I gave hubby away to the local brothel. He came out of The Machine quite plain and flat chested and I wasn't going to pay for the 'extras'. The brothel thinks they might pump his tits up a bit. And if they want to spend the money that's up to them. They said boob jobs are in investment. These two are more than enough for me and they're much prettier. They obviously take after me, boobs-wise."

Sally said "Yeah. I had a few their age when they femmed my school. Such energy! Well, nice talking to you but we have to go. Sweetie's auditioning to be a Page 3 model."

"Ooo! I'm sure he'll pass. I shall look out for him. Bye-eee!"

As we walked away Sally said "Mum and Hayley are bound to want copies. They looked so cute in their little skirts. Now come on. We don't want to be late."

We crossed the square and went into another shopping arcade. This one had offices above the shops reached by steep stairs and an upper walkway running the length of the arcade.

"You go up the steps first, Sweetie, so I can enjoy the view."

I heard a click behind me. "Are you taking up-skirt pics of me, Sally?"

"Of course. These stairs are so steep it would criminal not to. Keep going dad but pause at the top and bend forward. Ooo! Perfect."

On the upper walk way we stopped outside a photography studio. So now I knew for sure that Sally hadn't been joking. My daughter was turning me into a glamour model.