(This is the first part of a futuristic story in the CMNF genre where men are clothed and women are naked. It's not an attempt to humiliate women; merely a humorous tale for those who like the ever-growing CMNF sites.)
The casually dressed boys of Beechwood High School sixth form settled into their new desks amidst excited conversation. When their teacher, middle-aged Andrew Pettigrew stood up to speak to them, the voices grew silent as the boys waited to hear what their very popular teacher had to say.
"Greetings, gentlemen," he said looking around with a broad smile.
The boys returned the smile of their teacher at this unusual form of address, "gentlemen". As younger members of the school, up to the fifth form, they had always been addressed as boys, but as all members of the sixth form were 18 or older, they were treated as adults and therefore addressed as such.
Mr Peetigre continued: "I'd like to wish you all a happy new year as you now enter the last two years in this school. And please remember that it's not only a new school year but also a new calendar year, so don't forget to put 2150 and not 2149 on all your dated work. I dare say one or two of you, in a moment of forgetfulness will write 2149 for a week or two." There was laughter at this suggestion. He went on "And the others who will be joining us will probably be writing 2149 for the next six months." All the boys roared with laughter at this last remark which, clearly referred to the females who were absent at the moment.
"Why aren't the girls here?" asked a boy in the front row.
"I believe they are making themselves useful helping to clean the kitchen areas. But I wanted to have a word with you gentlemen before they came as much of what I say will, quite naturally, apply to you much more than to them."
Mr Pettigrew took a thick file from his desk and opened it. "You might like to make a few notes on the syllabus for this year. Most subjects will just be progressions building on the work of previous years, but the subjects you will notice most difference in will be history and biology. Mr Beddington will, of course, be teaching biology and I shall be teaching history."
"Up to now," he continued, "you have been learning about pre-New Era history ending with the two world wars of the Twentieth Century and the first decade of the Twenty-First Century. This year you will be studying modern history, the start of the New Era and the re-naming of the country as Masculinium. Of course you will spend some weeks learning about the life of our great patriarch, Professor Petsford, and his far-reaching selfless work for the whole of ManKind." As the teacher said this he indicated a large bronze bust of the professor standing on a plinth at the front of the classroom.
"Were conditions really as bad as we've been told before the Professor was able to correct them?" asked James, a boy with fair curly hair and blue eyes.
"I can assure you they were," replied his teacher. "In fact I will be showing you quite a lot of video evidence to prove it during the year. It was not thought suitable to be shown to younger children but now we'll be discussing it."
"The end of the Twentieth Century must have been a pretty horrific time for men to live in," commented Max, a very manly sort of boy who looked much older than his actual age.
"Horrific is the right word Max," replied Mr Pettigrew. "Fathers were routinely separated from their children by a system of family courts which were supposed to act in the best interests of the children but which did nothing of the sort. Any man who was unwise enough to get married could, at the whim of his wife, be turned out of his home, lose his children and have to pay for their upkeep."
Some of the boys just shook their heads in amazement. "Is it true sir, that in those days women were allowed to have children without being married?" asked another boy.
"Absolutely true. Family anarchy reigned. Anyone could have children; anyone could bring up children; things were getting absolutely our of control. The family, the bedrock of society, was under attack."
Simon raised his hand. "Excuse me sir, but why didn't men do something about it? After all they'd proved their worth and their bravery in two world wars, they defeated fascism and communism . . ."
"Exactly, Simon," broke in his teacher. "Both of them were outside enemies. But what did more damage than communism and fascism put together was an enemy within society - feminism. To begin with it was subtle and infiltrated the schools, the media, publishing and also politics. In this way they were eventually in a position to dictate to politicians who gave in to all their demands for fear of losing the female vote."
There was some laughter at this. "You mean to say women were allowed to vote?" asked James incredulously.
"You might laugh at the fact now," responded his teacher, "but after a violent campaign with bombings and all sorts of violence by the suffragettes, they were allowed to vote. It might sound incredible, but some men actually helped them to get the right."
"That's something I really cannot understand," chipped in another boy. "It sounds to me like they were digging their own grave."
Mr Pettigrew looked serious. "Men have a great sense of fair play. They thought they were being "fair" to women, and they'd fallen for the myth that feminism was all about equality for women. It was only as they entered the twenty-first Century that they finally realised that feminists wanted a special place of privilege for women. It had nothing to do with equality."
"So it was Professor Petsford and his supporters who could see the danger when others couldn't," another boy suggested.
"That's right. He could see for instance that it was father deprivation which was the root cause of crime, poor education, poor health and a host of other evils within society. So you can easily understand why his charter made it clear that no spinster could ever be allowed to have a child. Dual parenthood was thus ensured and as a result crime dropped to an all time low within a decade, educational standards shot up and health improved dramatically. And, of course, there were many other benefits."
"And it was his wonderful invention, the clit ring - that brought all this about in just a couple of years," suggested Mark.
"Without any shadow of doubt," continued his teacher. "It was absolutely necessary that women be brought back under control and that feminism was killed off. The clitoris ring, with its internal micro chips, achieved both. Of course it was his selective stun machine that enabled the clitoris ring to be fitted to all females."
"The Professor and all his action committee must have been very clever to organise the logistics of the operation," suggested Mark.
"Indeed they were. It was a three stage operation. First the rings and hand controls were manufactured by the million in the Professor's own hi-tech factory, then they were distributed to male heads of families and others and the date and time given for the operation. At the sound of the stun machine on TV and broadcast in the streets over loud-speaker systems, all females were rendered unconscious."
"Why only women?" asked another boy.
"Because it was designed only to affect the female brain which is structured differently from the male brain. The rings were fitted on all females and they were programmed by the hand sets to be totally subservient to men. When all this had been done, they were programmed to be woken up and it was all finished. Well, almost all. There were some females who escaped ring-fitting and programming because they were out of earshot of the stun machine or were deaf and so on, so there was a bit of work to be done on those, but it took only a matter of days."
"And from then on women became the obedient slaves of men."
"Correct James. And now you know why life is so orderly and peaceful and everyone, including women, are so happy with their lot."
"But all the new legislation that had to be enacted, sir. How was that done?"
"Professor Petsford and most of his initial committee took over as the government of the country and, quite naturally, only men were allowed to be on the governing body. Women quickly accepted their subservient status and didn't even want to meddle in politics."
Jack, in the front row, gave a short chuckle. "And whose idea was it to bring in the nudity law for all females?" A ripple of laughter went around the class and Mr Pettigrew smiled.
