Altered Genesis Ch. 01

Author's note: This story is my own take on a matriarchal future.

Hundreds of years in the future, genetic manipulation has changed humanity, giving women increasing control over society. As genetic advances continue to be developed, women gain more and more advantages.

Cultural norms continue to shift as men and women become more different from one another. Women are now called 'femme', and are now taller and outnumber men significantly, allowing them to dominate the political and corporate landscape. Femme are no longer sexually objectified, instead it's men who wear sexy outfits that show off the lean idealised masculine form while femme wear dignified, modest dresses.

As a result of genetic augmentation, femme (women) have a greatly enhanced sex drive and are able to experience much more sexual pleasure. This affect only increases as they age. It's common for wealthy old ladies to frequent strip clubs with young male dancers.

A matriarchal religion is taking over the world and gaining control over global governance, further cementing the reign of femme and driving cultural change.

This story does not contain sissification. I like my men masculine. It does contain a lot of older woman / younger man, CFNM and religious themes.

All feedback is greatly appreciated.

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The taxi found its way off the motorway and the only sound in the cabin was the soft hum of the electric engine. It directed itself into wealthy suburbia with a ghostly turn of the steering wheel.

Charlotte held Dean closer as he watched mansions and perfectly manicured lawns fly past his window. He was nervous to be visiting her house for the first time. It was rare that his mother would be away on a business trip so he wanted to take advantage of his window of freedom.

A hand on the inside of his thigh conveyed her desire. He reciprocated with an affectionate kiss on her brown lips. Dean was a runner so he didn't have the well-defined arm muscles of a gymnast or the sculpted legs of a powerlifter. He was sure many of the boys at college were much more handsome and couldn't believe that a popular femme like Charlotte would be interested in an ordinary boy like him.

He pulled away to look up into her confident feminine eyes; they were the darkest brown that he had ever seen. She was always up to speed with the latest trends and proudly refused to wear makeup. He glanced down to see the bottom of her black stiletto heels poking out the hem of her dark blue dress like knives. Her long sleeves and high neckline conveyed dignity and power. She only wore outfits from the most celebrated designers like Chloe Goldfemme or Kim Gynostone.

Dean never left the house without some soft foundation because he knew how fickle wealthy femme like Charlotte could be when it came to the slightest male imperfection. His hotpants were from Chloe Goldfemme's new range for boys. He had seen them while window shopping and was shocked to find such a prestigious brand in his price range. Such a name would surely impress Charlotte on their first date. In hindsight he regretted not trying them on first. He had naively picked up his normal size, resulting in a much tighter fit than he intended. The thin elastic material was designed to cling to every contour of his masculine assets with no thought for comfort. The first time that he put them on, they were almost painfully tight. He would have preferred Chloe Goldfemme's range of modest boy-wear but they were much too expensive for him to afford. Dressing with dignity and comfort while still keeping up with the latest fashion was an expensive prospect for a boy.

Charlotte looked over at him with a hunger in her eyes, then pulled him close for more. His hotpants were made of firm elastic, with the exception of a strong g-string support structure. As he shifted, the unrelenting g-string felt like steel wire as it rode further up his butt and the opening of the genital pouch wrapped tightly around his cock and balls, chafing painfully whenever hr moved. He forced the discomfort from his mind and focused on Charlotte.

Dean had no experience with sex, everything he knew was from online magazines for boys. Some publications recommended that he learn from pornography but he couldn't stand watching it. All of the naked young males were a real turn off for him, and the way they would be treated by the femme acting opposite made him feel dirty. Most of the femme acting in pornography were much older and relatively unattractive when compared to the male actors, but it was clear that he wasn't the target audience. He read one article that recommended he move his tongue rapidly across a femme's lip. Apparently, it would remind her of cunnilingus; something that all femme expected to receive prior to intercourse.

Heeding the advice, he flicked his tongue across her lower lip. Fear struck him; he was unsure if he had done the right thing. He felt a rush of relief when Charlotte responded with a moan of arousal. It worked.

The car slowed to a stop. The top floor of her contemporary mansion peaked over the tall brick fence with an iron gate.

"You have reached your destination, crescent drive Beverly Hills. I'm looking forward to your next ride," the young male voice spoke in an affectionate, almost sensual tone.

Charlotte immediately gave Dean an impatient shove out the door and he got out with compliant haste. He popped the trunk, picked up his bag and slung it over his shoulder, then did the same with her handbag on the other side.

Dean could scarcely believe that he was being taken home by the most popular girl in school. As president of the college student association, Charlotte Femworth was a household name to the parents and families of the school. Most students would watch her official weekly roundups of campus activities, interspersed with entertaining anecdotes and memes. It wasn't really the kind of thing that Dean would watch but he admired the hard work that she put into the show.

Last year, one of Dean's friends from the track team won the national titles, so he watched her show just to see the coverage. Charlotte spent the first half of the show celebrating the widening gap between the grades of femme and males, claiming that femme were naturally superior and that it was just a sign of reduced misogyny. Finally, the champion got a mention in the last segment. He was the featured 'stud of the week' with a picture of him standing shirtless in his track shorts.

Dean felt torn. He couldn't stand her videos and hadn't watched them for almost a year. But in person she was caring, compassionate and attentive. He was convinced that the Charlotte who appeared in the videos was just a persona, a character that she would play to get the most views she could from a mostly femme student body. The real Charlotte was the one that only he was privileged to know.

His hotpants were really starting to hurt by now. He needed to adjust them once he had some privacy. With her gentle but confident hand on his butt, now was definitely not the time. Once they arrived at the gate she put her hand on the scanner. With two sharp beeps, the gate began to silently swing open.

"Good afternoon Miss Femworth," a synthesized feminine voice spoke up. This voice was the confident and trustworthy sound of an elderly lady.

The long driveway guided them to a two-story mansion. The garden looked like it had been kept professionally, with a water feature making a roundabout at the top of the driveway.

Charlotte took his hand reassuringly and Dean breathed deeply in response. He saw her taking a long glance at his genital bulge, hoping that he wouldn't notice. For a moment he considered that perhaps the pain was worth it; that maybe he looked passable in his new outfit.

Dean gazed down at his white fingers locked between her dark brown skin. He looked up into her eyes again because she was more than a head taller than him in her heels. It was common for the femme to be a taller than her boy and many femme liked to reinforce that with a pair of heels. She was endowed with generous curves and a wide waistline. Her large breasts were well covered but still boasted feminine power. Dean trained daily to stay lean and athletic, but she was blessed with a natural size which enabled her to overpower him if she wanted, despite her relatively sedentary lifestyle.

Charlotte led him through the heavy wooden doors with "Femworth" written on the front. These family names had always made Dean curious. He knew that it wasn't a traditional name, but one that had been established within the last hundred years or so. Over the last few decades, it had become quite popular to depart from tradition and change one's family name to reflect a more pro-femme political inclination. He didn't understand the practice himself.

"Peter we're home! Get us those snacks now," she called out coldly.

It didn't surprise Dean that someone with such an opulent lifestyle would have a butler.

"Yes Ma'am," the voice in the distance was somewhat younger than Dean expected.

Charlotte continued to treat Dean to the grand tour of the dinning and leisure rooms of the estate. In one of the hallways, he noticed a picture of a mature lady who bore resemblance to Charlotte. She stood across from president Katherine Queen and held one palm up as if taking an oath and wore an ornate, long black dress with a white wig.

"I still can't believe that your Mom is on the Supreme Court," Dean made a show of shaking his head.

The next photo was a group shot of the nine justices. For the first time ever, they were all femme. Justice Femworth had replaced the last token male Justice that remained. She was the 5th Justice on court to describe herself as a femme supremacist, tipping the scales towards change. Dean resented that fact because he believed in equality between the sexes. He crossed his arms and took a deep breath before following his host into the next room.

In the lounge room hung a large icon of the Goddess Dibella. It was familiar sight that Dean did his best to ignore. His mother was a worshiper of Dibella but he had long turned his back on the faith. He saw it as nothing more than a cult contrived solely to justify the selfishness and power of the sisterhood. He had been raised to worship Dibella, but now the sight of her filled him with contempt.

"Surely it was put there by Charlotte's mother," he thought, Charlotte doesn't really buy into those new age superstitions."

He wasn't brave enough to ask, and did his best to pretend that he didn't see it.

Charlotte led him into the backyard to show off the enormous pool, outdoor spa and perfectly manicured lawn. The spire of the Dibellan temple could be seen peaking over the tall fence. It must have been only two blocks away. Dean's mediocre suburban abode seemed like a slum in comparison to her palatial home on prime real estate. For a moment, he felt like he had just won the lottery and been propelled to the very top of society. He did his best to keep his smile under control.

"We are having a huge end of semester party here next month. Things usually get pretty wild."

"You should come," she added as she turned back to the mansion, expecting him to follow.

"Sounds great," his heart leapt in his chest but he did his best to sound cool and calm.

She invited him to catch up to her with an open hand reaching back. With an eager stride, he took hold and she led him to the entrance of the Zen garden. The serene moment was interrupted by an assertive feminine voice coming from behind. It startled them both.

"Aren't you going to introduce me Char?"

It was a mature lady that made even Charlotte seem small. While no taller than her, this lady was obese rather than voluptuous. Her demure business dress exaggerated her girth and draped to just above the ground. Despite its impracticality, it projected femininity and power. Dean's heart began to race when he realised that it was Justice Femworth herself. With a long head of hair that was gray going on white, she appeared to be in her sixties and hadn't aged well. Her face was saggy and wrinkled. She looked like a lady who drank too much and didn't bother at all with make up or beauty. Dean felt repulsed, terrified and awestruck all at once.

"Mom! I thought that you were out!" was all that Charlotte could say after an awkward pause.

"And miss this?" her eyes were locked on Dean. "I got wind that you were up to something this morning when you told Peter to have some snacks ready. By now you should know that he is a good boy who tells me everything. Who is this lovely creature?"

Her eyes never stopped inspecting Dean as she spoke. They roamed his body before meeting his eyes, at which point he looked to the ground out of reflex. Looking down didn't spare him the sensation of her appraising gaze. He knew that his new CG hotpants left his silky-smooth legs completely exposed. They also clung tightly to his genitals with merciless honesty. He was proud of his endowment but didn't like the idea of any femme other than Charlotte ogling him; especially not a lady as unattractive as her mother. After gathering his courage, he glanced back at her, only to confirm his fear. Her attention was fixed on his male assets, imagining what they would look like fully unsheathed and surrendered to her. He felt naked.

Charlotte sighed and gritted her teeth, "This is Dean, a boy from college."

"One of your fans I presume," she interrogated her daughter without taking her eyes off Dean.

"Yes ma," she responded with an eye-roll.

The way that Mrs Femworth spoke about him rather than to him carried a tone of arrogance. Dean was filled with a surge of anger that he did his best to ignore. The last thing he wanted was to make a scene.

"Oh, he looks quite fit. An athlete too?" she was aware that this line of questioning was irritating her daughter but clearly didn't care.

Dean clenched a fist behind his back.

"Yes mom, he is on the track team," Charlotte replied with a slight grimace.

"Oh perfect," her smile only grew.

"Is he in femme lib?"

"No ma," Charlotte was losing her patience.

"Well I'm sure that you could get a handsome boy like him in without much trouble Char. He would love it. They teach their boys lots of useful skills."

By 'useful skills' Dean knew that this invariably meant catering for the femme at their events, and possibly much more degrading acts.

"Lovely to meet you Dean. You seem very charming."

She offered a downward-facing hand out to Dean. It felt like more of a demand to kiss her hand than an invitation. Reluctantly ignoring his offence, Dean obliged his host by holding her hand in his and giving it a quick peck.

"It's an honour Lady Femworth," the words came out automatically.

"Oh the pleasure is all mine, my boy."

"And it's proper for males outside the family to refer to me as Justice Femworth, thank you," she added a polite correction.

"Oh I'm sorry Justice Femworth. Of course," he responded with a tone of panic before glancing at Charlotte who seemed to be utterly disinterested in the exchange.

"No need to apologize. I know that boys can be slow to pick up on these things. And I understand that you mean nothing by it. But now you know," she spoke almost like she was explaining things to a child.

"It's a beautiful day. Would you like to go for a swim honey?" she smiled.

Dean knew that he didn't have any swimmers and looked to Charlotte for help.

"Not right now mom. Peter is fixing us some snacks," Charlotte rescued him with a perturbed tone.

"Oh yes of course. I'm sure that your boy would love to meet him. Perhaps Peter can show him a thing or two in the kitchen," she confidently strode back inside and waved Dean along without even looking back for his response.

She led Dean and her irritated daughter to an oversized kitchen with marble benchtops and every modern appliance available. But what shocked Dean was who he found there. A male no older than 25 was whisking cream in a bowl, wearing nothing but skin-tight shorts that looked painted on. Dean recognized the branding of 'Kim Gynostone' on the waistband.

"Hubby, this is Dean, Charlotte's boy," she called out before he had a chance to turn around.

Much to Dean's relief, her young husband wore a white apron across his front. He quickly wiped his hands on a towel and moved forward to shake Dean's hand. Dean felt intimidated by his handsomeness. He looked like a boy from a car advertisement or a movie. His perfect bone structure and smooth skin were the complete opposite of his wife. Dean was utterly perplexed as to how this male would marry such an old unattractive lady.

"Show him the ropes, thanks hon. I'm sure that Dean would love to find out some secrets to being such a valuable husband. I'm going to have a chat with my daughter," she declared without any expectation of protest from anyone.

"Yes matriarch," his response was warm and appreciative.

Before Dean knew what was happening, he found himself whisking some eggs.

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Meanwhile, Lady Femworth lead her furious daughter outside and closed the door.

"He's a firm one!" she started before her daughter could get a word in.

"Even hotter than the last boy! Much more polite too," she smiled approvingly while staring through the sliding glass door at Dean's butt in the tight CG hotpants.

The g-string on the inseam rode high up his crack, presenting his tight masculine bubble butt to her in all of its youthful glory. After seeing him from behind, she began to wonder if he might even give Peter a run for his money.

"He's quite shy, almost like a virgin. But it seems like he's ready to put out; judging by his choice of outfit. I ought to tell the ladies at the temple to lock up their sons when you're around!"

"Mom! Why do you always do this!" Charlotte protested.

"I'm not just here to perv on your new boy toy. I'm here to remind you of the other thing," she ended with a motherly pause.

"Oh my Goddess, the sex talk again!? Is this going to happen every time!?" Charlotte defiantly rested her hands on her hips.

Her mother wasted no time to get to the point, "We both agree that it's better for your career if you take his seed and achieve pregnancy on him."

"Oh Goddess!" Charlotte turned away and buried her head in her hands.

"Do you have any boundaries at all!?" she almost shouted.

"I want what is best for you, nothing shows promising youthful femininity like pregnancy. Having a child is practically a prerequisite to be taken seriously for any mid to high level position these days. With current technology it will be totally pain free. You'll have him on the hook for twenty-five years. If you choose a boy then he can raise it, and if you want a girl then I'd love to have another little princess in the palace. Between my money and his child support you won't have to even break your stride," she reminded her pleadingly.

"I know, I know! What do you think I'm doing Mom!? You have to trust me! Interfering like this will only make him suspicious!" she pointed inside, "You are giving him cooking lessons already! For Dibella's sake!" she pleaded in disbelief.

"I told you not to use that holy name in vain young femme!" Justice Femworth pointed menacingly.

They both paused for a quiet moment.

"But you have a point," the elderly matriarch conceded.

"I just don't want you to go through what I did. Don't leave it late Char," she said with a soft vulnerability that was rare.

"I know mom. You're right. I'll close the deal this time."

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Dean felt a rush of panic as Charlotte pushed him against the back of her bedroom door. She breathed in through her nostrils sharply and stuck her tongue in his mouth. Dean was shocked that she was moving so quickly.

"I've been wanting this for so long," she said as she grabbed him by his waistband and pulled him to the edge of her bed where she sat down.