Jesse and Betsy read Marcie and Gina read A Sissy in the 22nd Century

Jesse lay curled up in the arms of Betsy, the two of them naked and drowsy at the end of another long day. His closest friend was idly flipping through random articles on her flexitab with one hand… while the other gently fondled with the sissy’s balls. The comforting, repetitive motions were sending Jesse into a trance-like drowsiness… content to just let the larger girl play with his nerves until they both sank off into oblivion.

Only… All of a sudden. Betsy’s juggling fingers squeezed tight around those hairless and ****, little grapes! A wave of shock shook through all of the femboy’s body, causing him to gaze up at her in hurt and confusion.

The girl was far too engrossed to even realise what she’d done, however. Bringing down the tablet for Jesse to see.

“Look at this, Jess-Jess! It’s some archived page from the old web… but our names are on it?! Must be some weird coincidence…”

From his awkward vantage point, Jesse struggled to read the scrolling words on their see-through screen… but he got the gist of it…

“They don’t seem very… nice… Whoever wrote this… or happy about... anything.”

Betsy only replied with a ‘hmmm?’, for a moment. Re-reading the entire thing with a pensive frown upon her face.

“Well… I guess it must have been written before the Algorithm. Whoever wrote this must’ve been dealing with wars and disease and unemployment and all those other things we’re lucky enough to live in a world without… I’m sure they wouldn’t feel anywhere near as fulfilled in their lives as we do…”

The creases in the girl’s frown only seemed to increase on that second reading, though, leading Jesse to try and focus on what she was finding so interesting in this lost relic of judgemental critique.

“They don’t seem to like that other Jesse very much, whoever he was… Why are they so upset about him doing what he’s supposed to?”

Betsy paused for a second, trying to shape the strange feeling she was getting from reading this piece of almost-certainly banned propaganda.

“I... don’t think they actually do dislike him… underneath all the vitriol and condescension. They almost seem to actually pity those versions of us… as if they believe we’ve lost something important in living the way we do… and can’t even see what it is we’re missing.”

Jesse was beginning to lose interest, eyelids drooping. It had been a long, hard day of penetrations for the 1st class slutwife-to-be… and would all begin again bright and early the next morning.

“*Yawn*… Well at least that other lady got to get off over other-me, by the end. That makes me a little happy, somehow… I’ll tell Suzy about it, tomorrow…”

The little sissy was almost fast asleep now, leaving Betsy alone in the flickering darkness, to skim through the archaic webpage just one more time.

170 years… The voices from the past seemed to think that wasn’t so great a time period to separate their society from another. But, with the exponential speed at which technology could progress… When the mysteries of the mind and body became ever-more manipulable and the separation between AI and organic consciousness ever-more thin, perhaps grand ideas that once seemed so obvious could be dropped by the wayside. Perhaps nightmares and fantasies could become so entangled with reality that no-one could tell which was supposed to be which anymore.

She stroked her precious friend’s soft hair… all too aware of how quickly he was being dragged away from her, out into a world of predators. What might the powers that be decide was the next step in evolution for any of them? What else might be claimed from them so smoothly and silently that no-one even thought to question it? A shiver ran through the pregnant teen’s soul, faltering for a second on everything she knew was right and true.

But then she shook herself free of it. It was just a silly, old relic of times long dead. When spell-checkers couldn’t even pick up on a writer accidentally putting ‘tough’ several times instead of ‘though’. She and Jesse were lucky to be living in the time they were, when immortality and eternal youth were just over the horizon and all the blights they might once have faced were beaten. There was no doom approaching. Their utopia would last for millennia now. The future had been secured.