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This story details life of a boy in a future world where he is subject to
the rule of the women in his life.

   Way of the World

   Part 1

   My name is Bobby, or at least it was my name given at birth, here you
will find my story, from the early days of my family life until today.

   I grew up in a world that is different than earlier generations had
known.  At the time to me it was the only way the world ever was, I found
out much later in life that things were very different, however it was
never taught in school, at least not in my school, we were just told that
the old world was a mess, that people fought, leaders made bad decision
after bad decision and it wasn't until the gradual take over that this
world became a place that everyone could live without war or major crime. I
still am not sure if I would have wanted to live in the old world or not, I
guess freedom is nice but if you aren't equipped to be able to handle
freedom it can be a negative.  I honestly think I may have handled being a
free person but since I was born a male I will never know.

   I grew up in a medium size town; we were a normal family, at least from
my point of view.  We were different in some ways because I (a boy) was
raised in the home.  Most mothers gave their boys up at an early age so as
to not have to deal with them.  Some mom's didn't want the hassle and some
couldn't handle having a their flesh and blood used, and abused at times,
it was far easier for a mom to give up their boys and not have to deal with
the problems and disappointment a boy goes thru in life.  My mom was
different, she loved me but she still understood my place in the world. 
She knew giving me away to be trained in the factory like settings that
were the male training facilities was an easy way out for her.  She really
did want the best possible life for me and she knew her training would make
things better for me in the long run.  She could also help shape where and
with whom I would be spending my life with.  My sister Sarah was different
though.  She loved having a brother, not because she loved me but she loved
what I was and what she could do with me and to me.  As you will see me
being around made her life and my mom's much easier, I guess in some ways
as much as mom kept me around for my benefit it was for her and Sarah also.

   I remember early in life knowing things were different.  Sarah went to a
different school than I, had different rules to follow and had more things
given to her than I did.  At first I thought it must be nice to be the
older child.  She was 2 years my senior.  As I got older I would talk to
other boys from school and realized that the apparent favoritism was more
about me being a boy and she a girl and not about age.  I never remember
having a dad, most of the boys didn't, Mom never discussed him and we never
learned anything about him or whatever happened to him, there were no
pictures of him and my mom kept no reminders of his existence.  A couple of
boys I knew from school had dad's but they never talked about them and no
one ever said, when I grow up I want to be just like dad.  I mentioned
boy's schools were not the same as the school's girls attended.  My school
taught us things like sewing, cooking, cleaning and many other domestic
things like that while my sister's school taught her algebra, sciences and
languages.  I asked my mom one day why I couldn't go to Sarah's school
instead of mine that the things she learned were much more interesting. 
Mom laughed and said Bobby, that's not possible; boys aren't allowed in her
school.  Sarah spoke up in a mocking tone.  "Bobby you couldn't handle my
school anyways, boys aren't smart enough to learn that stuff." Then she
turned to mom and said "Mom there are some boys allowed in our school, they
come every week to clean the bathrooms and floors and stuff like that, we
also have a few in the lunch room every day to pick up our dirty trays and
clean up spills or if we make a mess, maybe Bobby can come to school one
day with me." She laughed and mom said "Sarah stop it, Bobby has his own
school and his stuff he learns is important too."

   All of our teachers were women but when it was time to demonstrate
something they always had an aid, a boy, from a grade or two higher to
demonstrate the particular thing we were learning.  The teachers were more
like overseers.  I thought this was normal and just assumed that that's
what teachers did, later I understood that the stuff we were learning was
beneath a woman to do so thus the reason the teacher didn't demonstrate
anything.  I clearly remember one time a classmate asked why the teacher
didn't demonstrate a cleaning technique we were learning.  Wow did he get
in trouble, the teacher put him over her knee and his mom was called to
school.  The next day he couldn't sit at his desk his butt was so sore.  I
learned at that time that insinuating a woman should do cleaning was not a
proper thing to do.

   At home things were different as well, every Wednesday we had a cleaning
man come, he would clean the entire house he even did the laundry, he was
there the entire day from early morning to night.  By the time he came the
next week things were piled up again.  My mom and Sarah never lifted a
finger to pick up anything.  I really didn't help either I was just a
youngster that didn't know better.  That all changed on my 12th birthday.
Mom bought me a present for my birthday, I don't remember what it was
anymore but it was nothing big like Sarah would get for her birthdays.  Mom
sat me down and said "Bobby you're 12 years old now and you are going to
have to start earning your keep around here and begin to do some of the
things men do.  She produced a list laminated that she stuck on the fridge.
Each I day had a couple of chores to do.  The chores I did made it so the
cleaning man wouldn't be at our house as long on Wednesday, my mom
explained that by not having the cleaning man stay as long each Wednesday
she didn't have to pay him as much money and I was actually helping her
with the family finances.  That part made me feel good I still didn't like
having to be the only one cleaning in the house.  I don't remember all the
chores I had to do but a few kind of sucked.  I remembered every day I had
to go into mom and Sarah's rooms and make sure all their dirty clothes were
picked up and put in the laundry hamper.  I also remember cleaning the
toilets, a skill I learned in my school but I will never forget the worst
chore.  That was every Saturday I had to clean Sarah's room.  I didn't
understand why she didn't have to clean her room but mom said "it's just
part of growing up Bobby, you need to understand that.  Remember Sarah has
homework to do every day; your school doesn't give you homework as often so
maybe think of this as your homework." After I would get done with a chore
mom would inspect it and if it wasn't done right I would do it again until
it was up to her expectations.  Sarah sometimes would complain to mom about
me only cleaning her room once a week but mom told her "Gradually my Sarah,
gradually." The worst thing was that it took away from my play time but the
other boys had to do chores now as well so they weren't able to play
anyways either.  Every day before I could go out to play I had to make sure
mom approved that my chores were done first.  I wasn't happy about it but
assumed things would lighten as time went on.  I was wrong on that.

   My life changed completely on my 14th birthday.  I again received my
small present but this time I do remember what it was, an apron with my
name on it.  On the other hand Sarah's 16th birthday was just two weeks
earlier and she received a car.  After I received my apron, Mom sat me down
to have a talk only this time Sarah was at the table too.  Mom started the
conversation with "I am proud of both of you." She rambled on about how
much she loved each of us then she blindsided me.  She explained to me that
because I was now 14 that she was going to save money and cancel the
cleaning man.  She produced another laminated list with daily chores on it
but it was much longer.  She told me that with the extra cost of Sarah's
car it will be nice to not have to pay someone to clean the house.  She
said it would also be very nice to not have to have a messy house in
between Wednesday's, and that if I did my chores properly the house would
stay clean the entire week.  She then said that I would have to clean
Sarah's room every day from now on and make her bed every morning after she
was up.  I also was told that I even though I had much more work I was
still not able to play until my chores were done for the day just as
before, looking at the list I knew that many days there would be no time
for school and all the chores assigned for that day and even if I did
finish in time I still had to check with her every day when done to make
sure the work was done in a good manner and that nothing else needed to be
done before I could go out and have fun.  I think she sensed my devastated
mood and she did say that if I really wanted to do something I could
schedule it with her in advance and we would work out a schedule to make
that happen but she warned me that wouldn't be able to happen all the time.
My anger spilled over and I lashed out at mom, I said "Sarah's car costs
the extra money, make her do the cleaning." Sarah gasped and mom calmly
shushed her.  She said to me "Bobby there is something else; I know this is
going to be hard but it's time for you to learn your place.  Sarah is 16
now and well, she is pretty much a woman, which means that from now on you
have to do what she says." I started balling immediately.  Mom calmed me
and said "Listen I know this is tough but it's the way of the world.  Now
before you get even more upset understand that all boys have to do this." I
looked at Sarah and her smile she had downright scared me.  Mom went on
"Now because Sarah is at the age where you have to obey her I am afraid
when you clean her room you have to get her approval before it's considered
clean, it is her room after all.  And lastly before you go out to play,
after you make sure I have nothing else for you to do you have to make sure
Sarah doesn't need anything else done either." I started crying again and
Sarah said "It's ok Bobby, I promise to be fair with you." But the smile on
her face told me otherwise.  "Mom" I said "What if Sarah tells me to do
something not fair or is really mean to me?" Mom said "Well whatever she
tells you to do, you have to do, after you do what she tell you, if you
think it was wrong, tell me and if I agree I will punish her, she needs to
learn how to take care of boys just like you have to learn how to take care
of girls." Up to that point it was the worst day of my life.  Things were
so different after that between Sarah and me.  She rarely was satisfied
with my cleaning on her room on the first try there was almost always
something that needed to be redone and she loved to sit there and watch. 
Many times she would have her friends over and I would have to get them
food and drinks and pick up their mess while they had fun and watched tv,
played video games or sat and talked, I knew that if Sarah had friends over
it meant that I would never get my work done in time to go outside.  It
didn't take long to understand that if Sarah was having guests it meant no
play just work for me until bed time.

   One day Sarah wanted to talk to mom about me.  I was washing dishes and
stopped to hear what was going to be said.  Sarah looked at me quite
annoyed and said "This is a private conversation, go to my room and wait
for me there, stand in the corner and I will let you know when you can go
back to your dishes." I looked at mom and she said "You better go Bobby; I
told you that you have to do what she says." I whined "Mom you two are
going to talk about me, I should be able to hear what is said." Sarah spoke
up very confidently and talking down to me said "Bobby, this conversation
is about what we decide to do with you and how to use you, so this is for
women to discuss and it is not your business, when we decide what will
happen to you then one or both of us will bring you in and give you a
talking to, now GO!" I was crying again "But how can I defend myself if you
won't let me be a part of it." Sarah spoke again very calmly, completely in
control.  "Bobby, you are a boy, if we decide you should be standing in a
corner while we discuss you then that's what you will do, if we think you
need to defend yourself we will have you here to do so.  Now I will give
you 2 seconds to get your butt moving to the corner of my room or you won't
be going outside for a week." I remember stomping my feet in a huff as I
went to her room, I stood in that corner for almost an hour before Sarah
came to talk to me.  The worst part of it was as I was leaving the room I
heard mom say to Sarah "Nice work girl, way to lay down the law."
   End of Part 1