The News

"They cancelled another MCU movie," Jordan said, looking at the news on his phone at breakfast.

"What's that babe?" Rachel asked from the other room.

"Marvel movie cancelled," Jordan called back, "Three this week. Production problems. Must be bleeding money!"

It was an interesting article. For so long the MCU had been untouchable, hit after hit, producing movies like a machine with no sign of slowing down. Now, though, they'd have to float the cost of three movies that wouldn't be released any time soon.

Not that it was all bad news, though. The studio announced that three new movies were being moved up in the release schedule. A new Captain Marvel movie, a buddy movie with Monica Rambeau and Firestar, and, much to his surprise, a solo movie for Storm! Maybe they'd finally start to see the X-Men integrated into the broader story! Yes, Jordan was a grown man and perhaps shouldn’t get excited about such things, but he couldn’t help it. He had grown up reading comic books, and he loved seeing the characters come to life.

"You were great last night," Rachel said as she walked into the room, pausing to kiss Jordan on the ear in the way that he loved, "It was fun to break out of our rut and try something a bit more fun."

"I mean, not that I'd want to wear women's underwear all the time, but you made that pretty sexy," Jordan begrudgingly agreed.

"Maybe tonight we can go for a repeat," Rachel said over her shoulder as she grabbed a mug for her coffee, "Or something better."

What had gotten into his wife? Yes, they'd had wild sex the night before, and it had been the first time he'd ever done it wearing panties and a bra, but she usually needed at least a day after sex to get back into the mood. That morning, Jordan had been planning on skipping on the underwear, going commando under his remaining pair of dress pants, but she'd insisted that he wear a pair of silk panties she'd picked out for him. There had been at least a dozen pairs of panties in his size in his drawer to replace the men's underwear that he'd lost. He could tell that his closet, too, held new items that she'd bought, but Jordan didn't have the courage to explore them. Instead he picked a standard grey short-sleeved shirt, his favourite tie, and his one pair of black pants.

The panties were a dark blue, something that wouldn't be too obvious if they were seen by his coworkers, but the material was as smooth as anything he'd ever worn. Rachel watched as he slid them on with hunger in her eyes. When they were up, she jumped into a kiss, her hand massaging the front of the panties, giving him an instant erection.

"Good," she sighed as she broke the kiss, "Now you won't chafe on that zipper, and you'll be more ready for me tonight."

And so they'd kissed again, and then she left the room to get ready. Rachel had had an odd look on her face as she left the room, one he was not used to seeing, one of steely determination mixed with disgust. He wondered if she had a difficult day ahead of her. Maybe he'd stop and get her some flowers on the way home.

Jordan scrolled to the next article on his news app. Congress had unanimously passed a new tax reform bill called the "Equity for All Act." Reading through it, not much would change for a guy like him, but women would see a great benefit. It seemed that there had been enough evidence presented that the elected officials finally recognized that women were making less than men in the workplace, and had been for many years. The new bill would cut the taxes for any woman in the United States to almost nothing! The salaries, even with the gender-pay-gap, should more than even out! In fact, as Jordan did a quick bit of math in his head, Rachel would be doing so well that they could perhaps move into a bigger place!

"I'm sending you an article," Jordan said as he texted the link, "Check it out later. Maybe we can talk tonight about what it might mean for us."

"'Kay," she responded, immersed in making her oatmeal.

The next article was about the clothing mites. It was an international crisis. Men around the world had lost their entire stock of underwear, and much of their wardrobes along with them. Scientists didn't know if it was something in the material, or perhaps something to do with male pheromones. Research was being done aggressively, but officials were warning the public that there was no quick and easy solution to the problem, and that men should be making 'other clothing arrangements'.

Shifting in his seat, Jordan could feel his 'other clothing arrangements' rubbing against his penis. It was pleasant, he had to admit, but he would much rather have a pair of boxers on.

Two style articles about the growing trend away from body hair in men came up, both Jordan skipped. Then a few sports articles about women's soccer and the LPGA, all of which held no interest to him.

Then came the big surprise. Under the subsection of ‘Faith’, something he normally paid no attention to, Jordan’s eyes skimmed over a headline that made his eyes go wide.

Pope Blesses Trans-Women Into Full Womanhood

What?!

He opened the article. The head of the Catholic Church had done a complete about-face! From now on, trans-women would be accepted in the church as women, with the full blessing of the pope, ending two thousand years of exclusion. What was more, the pope announced that there would be reforms to the role women would play in the governance of the church, to be announced later this month.

Jordan shook his head. When the world changed, sometimes it crept along, sometimes it sprinted. That morning it seemed that change was coming hard and fast. He closed his news app and watched his wife eat her breakfast. The woman he loved was sitting across from him, loving him for exactly who he was, and he loved her the same way. Even in a world of upheaval, at least that hadn’t changed.