You must put an end to this ridiculous affront to your manhood!

With your face full blush with humiliation you lunge forward towards this dark haired beauty. You took this course to show the utter preposterousness of females thinking they were in any way equal to men and here you are with breast forms glued to your chest. You are intent on making this damn slit, Rachel getting this far in insulting you. Just as you are about to grab her arm, she steps to her right, takes your wrist and, using your momentum, easily throws you over her hip. You fly forward crashing your head into a side table set up with coffee and snacks for the class. You are dazed and confused. You are on the floor wet and stained, covered with a melange of coffee, tea, cream, sugar, cake, cookies, napkins, paper plates and cups. As you draw a few deep breaths to try to clear your head, you hear raucus female laughter surrounding you. You look down at your body and notice how with each inhale and exhale your false breasts jiggle realistically. When you shamedly cross your arms to cover your breasts, all the women of the class burst into still louder joking.

"Oh my goodness, do you boys get that embarrassed when we women see a little of your tits?" One girl snapped.

Your face reddens further. Angrily, you start to protest.

"Look, you damn bitches! Enough is enou...."

An attractive blond named Veronica takes your elbow, yanks you from a prone position to your knees and then slaps you hard across the face.

"Shut up! Rachel, do we have to put up with this vile male's insulting presence any longer. Surely we can get it thrown out of our Women's Studies class?"

The brunette calmly stepped next to the blond and putting her arm gently around the young woman's waist, kissed her cheek and answered.

"Class, at first I was against males attending this semester's class. To be honest, I do not see the purpose of males attending ANY classes of college level in general. But the more I thought about, I was glad at least one "man" did sign up for our studies, "Female Ascendency, the Natural Societal Progression". This male signed up for a Women's Studies course, and so the first tenet he must learn is that the female IS the superior sex. During our course we shall all watch his development as a class project into accepting the secondary status he and the male sex in general once **** upon us. I believe he, and other males we have in later classes, shall make excellent prototypes of the next generation of men and their roles!"

Rachel looked down at you tauntingly.

"I must say that you were supposed to show us how you adapted to being a "secretary" as one of the proper roles for those of your sex. But first you must make amends for your inappropriate show of false masculine bravado. Look at the MESS your failure to show necessary demure obedience and dainty submission. You'll work your way UP to secretary. For now you'll start more domestic chores. We want you and this disaster cleaned up, so perhaps for now all you can handle shall be a MAID'S duties. You are disgusting. Have you no shame, YOUNG LADY? Why are your breasts so unmaidenly naked? How dare a proper male go bra-less?!? What... do you fancy yourself some liberated male equal rights advocate who 's burned his bra? Know this, when societal sex roles are set right, there will never be any revolt from our subservient and feminine male inferiors. Students, prepare our specimen according to what you see in the syllabus Veronica is now handing out...."

Rachel looked at me mockingly with a victorious gleam sparkling in her eyes. The whole class of females seemed to giggle as one as they read the handout.

Rachel and Veronica chimed in unison,

"CLASS IS NOW IN SESSION!"