The pen is mightier than the penis

“Ladies. And also gentlemen..."

*Snickers*

"The author of the bet selling book of the year, 'One Week in a woman's shoes', Lexi Jordan!”

To the brandishing applause of the sold out hall, you enter the stage waving and smiling warmly. You remember the first time you read your book in public, in a small book-store close to your place. Your sister was there and some workmates from your old job and a few other people. By new, months later, your agent thinks you might have to rent a stadium for some of your next readings. Best selling book of the year. On the way to reach Wizard levels. Goddess, leaving HER sales numbers behind you would be so satisfying on so many levels.

“Mostly because pretty much EVERY woman in the country has bought it or intends to, by now. And more and more men. It this goes on, there'll be a copy in every household. Might outsell the bible one day… Much more modern and useful it is, anyway.”

Your agent explained your success once. She’s a bit dramatic. You don't mean do create a religion, just make the world a little better for women to live in.

“Thank you, Thank you very much. You're too kind..."

You enjoy the applause, bath in it. But then calm the crowd.

“Thank you. But you’re not just here to watch me, right. As pleasant as the sight may be..."

Laughter from the audience.

“Let's get to it shall we? Traditionally I answer questions from the audience before a reading – big as these events have become I can't answer them all any more, unfortunately, so just one to represent you all.”

You scan the audience - not an easy task in this big hall of well over 100 people. Pick a man in one of the front rows. You like to hear from your male fans – they are still a minority – 80% today are women, too - but they’re... adamant, mostly.

He gets up and blushes as he’s handed a microphone.

“I... uhm… I really… uhm… I wanted to tell you how grateful I am that I found your book, Lexi. It changed my life. The way you wrote about the male psyche and ego and how our orgasms are so much weaker and less satisfying than female ones and all of that. It really made me look deep into myself and cherish how much women deserve praise an respect.”

“Hear hear.”

The audience of mostly women around him applauds.

“Thank you. That's very kind. So you were a Alexander?”

You smile as you use your old name. Fitting. It has by now become a synonym – not just among your fans but in general use - for this particular type of man that you were and so openly wrote about. Of course none of them know you Were that man, but you do. And you’re proud to have outed your old self to the world.

"Oh… Oh yes, very much so. Very full of myself and what an alpha I am but in the end I always had to pay to get some. And never eaten pussy my whole life.”

He blushes as female boos and hisses rise.

“Now, now ladies, the point is that he changes - all men are pigs, but they're pigs capable of growth. And not all need to be so drastically be changed as Alexander.”

Laughter.

“You DID change, am I right? You’re not just making confession to feel better and get back to your old life?"

He quickly shakes his head.

"No, Ma’am, I swear. I'm a changed man. Have met many women since then and I only ever have sex to pleas them haven't cum in months myself.”

Applause. You nod.

"Very good, little man, very good. How about you get up here on stage, I may have a reward for such an diligent reader.”

He hesitates, blushes…

“Come up!”

Follows your order.

You kiss him on the mouth to the cheers of your fans. Another lesson from your book. What a woman wants, she takes.

He blushes and looks at you admiringly.

“You haven't even asked a question yet, have you? Do you have one or did you just want to praise me?”

“I… uhm… I wonder how you managed to get such a deep and true and profound insight into the male psyche? Being a woman and all..”

The 64.000 buck question. Of course you can’t give the real answer - the fact that you WERE Alexander, your book is fiction after all to everyone, not your actual autobiography, that would just be plain silly. The standard answer it is.

“You men are - SUCH simple creatures, really. Not hard to read and understand at all. Trust me, all women more or less have you guys figured out. It's just that no one found it necessary to write down what pathetic things you all are.”

He blushes and nods. Smiling. You grin. You’re sure he knows that answer, you've been asked that question in almost every interview you've ever given. As a fan, he must have known it. Probably just wanted you to say it. To him. He strikes you as one of the men who would enjoy that. At least he’s honest. You love that about your male fans. And they’re a growing number, your way of describing them to themselves – makes surprisingly many men agree with you and face who they are. You’re changing gender relationships with your work and you love it.

“Well then… Let's see if you really are a changed man and willing to do what it takes to make a woman happy. You want to make Me happy?"

His eyes fly open.

“Of course. Everything!”

“OK. Get naked.”

He blushes – hard, his head gets so red it might burst. But he obeys. He learned the lesson. Alexanders are made to satisfy the female lust. Whether a woman feels lust in submission of dominance, they are to comply. He does. Eventually stands naked in front to hundreds, his place, scrawny body stared and whistled at. He reminds you very much of yourself. Including...

“Wow, ladies. Our little man really IS an Alex, am I right?`”

You take is tiny penis between two fingers.

“So cute. No wonder you haven't come in months, what woman would want that inside, huh?”

He nods.

“Yes, Ma’am. It's definitely to small to satisfy a woman properly.”

“Mhm. But you did say you've learned the alternatives?"

“Yes Ma'am”

“Good. You're granted the honour to take care of my little pussy during the reading.”

His eye widen and his mouth falls open as you sit down and spread your legs.

“I … may…”

”You may.”

It’s a well known fact that you pick a servant for each of your readings and in the ever growing community of your fans that is like being knighted by their idol. The little man is the object of envy of everyone in the audience, man and woman alike and will tomorrow be a star until your next show in your online community...

He goes down on his knees in a millisecond, and you guide him to your clit, easily reachable - you wear no panties underneath your sundress - which is by now kind of your stage uniform. You stopped using a desk – you know watching your servant wile you read your arousing ‘novel’ in your soothing voice is one of the main audience pleasers.

You pick up the book, old fashioned on paper, lean back and pat his head. And the little man begins slurping on your lips, kissing ans sucking your clit.

“Easy, little one. You were not lying you have learned a lot if you started so recently. But we have a lot of time to fill, I don’t want to cum until I'm done reading, I read so it's your job keep me on operating temperature for about an hour without getting too hot. You think you can do that with your skilled mouth"

He mumbles into your pussy.

“I take that as a yes.”

Laughter from the audience as you begin to read.

I was in my usual seat at my usual strip club at my usual time, Sunday evening, 9 pm. Letting off some more steam before I head home to bed to sleep into another other week of pointless drudgery, as a healthy man in his mid 20s does. Candy was on stage, one of my favourite girls and I felt my very big cock swell even bigger.

(Well. Some of the women I've been with told me it’s very big. Huge, even. But then you paid most of them. Deep inside you know 11.5 centimetres isn’t that huge. But still decent, right?)

The audience snickers – no matter how often they have read your book, the parts where you make fun of your old male self always gets them to laugh. At least Alexander is good for something even if only after he stopped existing. And you will not rest until as many men as possible have read your books and turned from selfish useless Alexanders to eager useful diligent little drones like the man between your thighs.

This is your purpose as a woman – making the world better one male reader at a time.

The End

Or is it?

[I will not accept chapters before the endings to not change the points, but if you feel inspired to write a story about the hero/ine's life after my final chapters feel free to do so.]