Good until mandatory service

Somehow, someway, you manage to keep your head down throughout the week. You go to your classes, which are separated into boy only or joint general courses. The not only classes are all about obedience, why males should serve women, and how best to do so. In the mixed classes is where you seem to be in the most danger though. With a very sqewed ratio, any boy is targeted, and as you seem the number of uncollered dwindle, you figure the women are normally successful. Still, outside a few uncomfortable comments or gropes, you’ve managed to evade any trouble. That is, until Thursday, when you see a note on your door.

“Sam is required to report to building 669 tomorrow at 9 am, for mandatory weekly community service.” What? Shit, what could this be? You ask your roommate, and he tells you all boys that aren’t collared can be required, and it’s a lottery system who gets chosen. If you fail to show up, it’ll get much worse, best to play along obediently for it to pass by smoothly. Especially as you’ll need a certain number of women to sign off you helped them satisfactorily. Well shit, this isn’t good.

You barely sleep, worrying what’ll happen. When you head out, you don’t know what to wear, so you just put on a college tshirt and basketball shorts. You find out the building is one of the main classroom buildings, but for the women only classes. You hope this might mean just class assistance work...