It began in the year 2070. A culmination of over-population, unemployment, and sexual harassment demanded a response. In an East Asian nation, where the crisis hit hardest, massive debates raged across the nation. Global warming had been tamed, poverty eradicated, but the gender imbalance--born from the one-male child policy's catastrophic legacy--had tipped the scales irreversibly. By 2030, men outnumbered women two to one, and by 2080, the gap had widened. Women, older and fewer, held high-status roles, while young men, adrift in a world without wars or partners, spiraled into porn addiction and desperation. Holographic strip clubs and AI-driven job losses only deepened the void.
The President, his face stern on every screen, set a deadline: 5 a.m., September 1, 2071. "No plan is too radical," he declared, his words beaming into homes worldwide. "Nothing is off the table." As dawn broke, the government unveiled their solution: The Willing Initiative."It is clear to every household that there is a problem," the broadcast began. "We have devised a radical plan to correct the mistakes of the past.
The male overpopulation crisis stems from choices made decades ago. Science and preference skewed our future, but we will restore balance.
Starting January 1, 2072, we will implement a program for a select few--chosen for their unique qualities--to serve their country willingly.
They will train for two months at our Willing Centres, then return to heal our nation. Letters are being sent to those perfect for this task. They will be rewarded handsomely--a big home, a family, a purpose."
In a cramped downtown apartment, Wei Jun, 25, insecure, stared at his flickering screen, heart pounding. At 157 cm and 45 kg, with narrow shoulders and delicate features, he'd always been invisible--a ghost in a city of giants.
Jobless since AI replaced his factory line, single in a world where women were rare, he'd lived on dreams and fleeting hopes. His searches--soft fabrics, gentle music, stolen glances at men--had felt private, until now.
A black envelope slid under his door, its crimson seal glowing: Willing.
Wei tore it open, hands trembling.
Citizen Wei,
you have been selected for The Willing Initiative. Report to Centre 69 by January 1, 2072, for training. Your service will ensure our homeland's future. Refusal is not an option.
Fear coiled in his chest, but beneath it, a flicker of curiosity.
The government knew him better than himself, --his quiet nature, his unformed desires, his longing for more, his trans porn addiction, the hypnosis videos, the online shopping of sexy lingerie, Could this be his purpose?
He clutched the letter, torn between dread and a strange, fragile hope.
Training Begins:
Centre 69 January 1, 2072
The centre loomed on the city's edge, a glass spire wrapped in soft lights, more sanctuary than fortress. Wei stepped through its gates, one of a hundred candidates, their slight frames and shy smiles mirroring his own.
Drones scanned their IDs, and a warm voice welcomed them: "You are our nation's future wives. Embrace your path."
The facility was inviting--curved walls, pastel hues, air scented with jasmine. Wei's dorm was a cozy pod with a plush bed and a window overlooking gardens.
A toilet well equipped with skin lotions, hair removal creams, body care, and makeup kits, and large bathtub.
A wardrobe held the Centre's dress code: tight, elastic breathable bodysuits for physical training, and floral mid-thigh dresses for classes, paired with sleek high heels, shelves holding folded white bikini lace and cotton panties and folded lace bras.
Wei ran his fingers over a dress, its fabric soft as a promise. He'd never worn anything like it, but the thought sent a thrill through him.
The candidates gathered in a sunlit hall, their trainers--men and women with kind, parental warmth--introducing the program. "You were chosen by AI, It knew you better than you ever knew yourselves" said Ms. Hua, a motherly woman with silver streaks in her hair. "Your school records, your searches, your hearts--they told us you're ready to nurture, to love, to ease a man after a long work day, to stress relief to tend to a man's needs, to build families.
Here, you'll become wives--partners--who heal our nation."Wei's cheeks warmed at wives, but the word didn't sting.
The other candidates--Chen with his bright laugh, Lin with his gentle eyes--nodded, their feminine warmth confirming the AI's precision. They were a sisterhood of sorts, soft sissy boys, bound by choice.
Protocol of Physical Training :
Mornings began in the gym, a vast space of mirrors and soft mats. Wei's bodysuit hugged his thin frame, accentuating his narrow shoulders and slight hips. Trainers guided them through tailored workouts--yoga for flexibility, weights for toning thighs and glutes, cardio for stamina. "You're sculpting beauty, my sweet young ladies!" said Mr. Tan, a fatherly trainer with a deep voice. "Not just bodies, but confidence, every time you spread your legs it's a symphony an invitation, it's a dance."
