Shopping should just be so fun

John dithered for nearly five minutes before Dave declared that he was leaving and John could follow if he wanted. John came to his decision and ran after Dave but he gave one last forlorn glance at the church and the men being humiliated in front of it. "Oh well." He thought. "It's not like the church is going to disappear." If the mall proved disappointing he could always come back and have some fun.

The rest of the walk was relatively uneventful, or at least to someone from this world it presumably was. Dave didn't seem to see anything amiss but John was having to fight to keep his eyes from popping out of his head. From the billboards that featured a collared man desperately rubbing at his dick which was firmly locked in a chastity cage, to the three women walking down the street all holding hands and each followed by men crawling on hands and knees, to the stocks near the center of town where currently 5 men were facing much the same as the men at the church had. John was in his own personal heaven.

When they reached the mall Dave led John quickly to the sporting goods store. it was a Dick's Sporting Goods and John couldn't help but notice the slight difference to their logo. Instead of the apostrophe being made of four progressively larger balls it was made out of a set of anal beads. John was confused and then a wealth of new memories came flooding in.

Professional sports were split into two leagues. The Pro league and the Sissy Bitch league. The pro league was theoretically gender neutral but any male professional sports players needed to obey Bitch league rules and so in practice they were all female. These sports leagues were practically the same as in the world before it was changed the only major difference was the pitches were often larger to account for the higher strength and speed of women. The bitch league on the other hand was an entirely different cup of tea.

Bitch league sports had one major benefit. Men who competed in the bitch leagues were exempt from regular laws regarding men, could own property, and could even choose their next job (after which they would come back under control of their female relatives). The catch was the strict rules all bitch league athletes had to adhere to.

-In order to improve drive sex is forbidden and to protect the genitals all Bitch league athletes must wear a chastity belt which only their manager (who must be female) is allowed to open.

-In order to save on equipment costs all bitch league athletes must compete in the minimum wear for safety.

-As public faces of the team any bitch league athlete must make any public appearance ordered by the team manager or coach (always female) and perform any reasonable actions requested. (Reasonable actions had been challenged three times and every time the coach one meaning reasonable actions legally included drinking a gallon of cum, cunnilingus for every woman at an event, and being tied up and milked for an entire convention.)

-To maintain fitness Bitch league athletes must follow the training and diet schedule laid out for them by the coach to the letter. Any deviation is punishable not only by being fired but up to 48 hours in the stocks. (This meant that, since the bitch league was more intended to be a fun show for women to masturbate to, most players were kept on a diet and exercise regime that kept them thin, cute, and weak)

-Finally since so few clothes are worn in order to identify the team Bitch league athletes must wear a highly colorful butt plug in their teams colors.

Entering the store John was overwhelmed, it was like a heaven for a masochist. One wall was entirely filled with anal beads, dildos, and butt plugs in team colors with player numbers on them. He saw a football standee that identified the player as Tom Brady, instead of a chiseled hunk though Tom was now an effete waif wearing nothing but shoulder pads, cleats, and a helmet. His butt plus was so big John wondered how he fit it in and was in the Patriot colors with his number on the end. His dick was in what looked like a painfully tiny chastity cage.

Dave walked up beside John and began talking. "Hey man are you going to buy anything or not?"

"I think just looking is enough for me today want to walk around the mall a bit?"

"Sure just wait for my outside I've got to pick up a few things."

John walked out and sat on a bench, the mall had three corridors going in separate directions and he was at the center. Down one corrider he saw a sign for "Rachel's Sporting Goods" and on the sign outside he saw a man entirely in bondage, he looked closer and realized that it was actually a person who had been bound up above the sign for some reason. Down a second was a group of tall women with long black hair obvious pet play enthusiasts who seemed to be examining every guy they passed. Down the final corridor was a strange looking store called simply "Hers" and he thought he could hear faint screaming coming from it but he wasn't sure. Suddenly he got a scare as a woman sat down next to him. Despite the height increases of the average women she was still very short probably not even five feet tall. She had giant Rams horns even bigger than what the nun had been sporting and her tail was flicking around bored. She glanced at him with an evil little smile.