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Since the all-female Governments had begun in 2007, things had become a lot tougher for some males in the UK. The Offences Against Womanhood Act was one measure that was readily implemented.
Although I'd been warned about another required hearing before The Panel Committee, I'd foolishly hoped it would be forgotten. No such luck! The ominous white envelope again plopped onto my doormat, just three months after the last time. I didn't have to nominate Panel members this time, as they'd be the same as previously. I again reported to Sharp House, giving my case number. I wasn't led into a room but rdered to strip right there, in the Reception Area! I was then taken into a room, where the Panel sat around in easy chairs. Amanda spoke first. "Welcome again, Macow!" she said. I nodded and remain stock still, standing with my hands behind my head, dunce-style, as required. "I trust you are getting along fine with your reduced penis?" she smirked. Another nod from me. "Most of us have seen clitorises bigger than your penis but never mind....I understand you cannot become erect now - not that you've anything much to erect!". Another sullen nod. More laughter from the assembled women. "Your effrontery in sporting breasts is a crime of enormity and one that we have decided will be subject to an ongoing punishment regime. For now, we will content ourselves with implantation". Seeing my puzzled look, Mrs Green took up the story. "You know how computers control almost every aspect of your life?". Without waiting for my answer, she continued. "Well, the computer WILL do just that, in your case! We're are going to implant a small chip in your neck. This will react to all the toilet-places you use at work. These lavatories are being adapted now, too. It's a simple enough procedure. Every time you pass through the door, the chip logs your entry/exit. All your peeing and bowel movements will be permanently logged on a database and constantly updated. Oh - and there'll be limitations, too. If you pee more than four times when you're at work, for instance, the chip won't allow the toilet doors to open and you'll be denied access". It was Alison's turn to speak. "Obviously, the system isn't perfect yet and we cannot yet track your toilet moves when you're not at home - but we're working on it". [ONE WEEK LATER] Back at work, Alison and Jane had further 'refined' my toilet routine. No matter who was present, I had to put my hand up and ask if I could go to 'wee-wees'. I had to use this childish term and had to wait until they deigned to notice my hand. Very often, they would deliberately ignore it for 30 minutes or more. Neither was permission automatic. Very often, they refused, either out of devilment or sheer sadism, knowing the agonies my small but bursting bladder would be putting me to. All time taken going to the loo was added to my day as well, and I had to make the time up. I was rapidly learning that even humble peeing was a privilege for some. Still, if only I'd known what was in store next. Then I'd never have worried about such a minor matter as office humiliation and having my visits logged on computer, for all to acess....
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