A Rude Awakening

"Mike. It's almost noon, get your lazy arse out of bed." My mother's shrill voice calls, from downstairs.
"Mnnnmmnm" I mumble into my pillow. I was having such a good dream. It was about a magic mirror that let me create my own worlds, and there was a naked lady called Muse. I roll over, loathe to open my eyes and break the illusion. Surely if it's that late already then another five minutes can't hurt.
"Now Mike, or I'm sending your sister in to wake you." Mum's voice calls yet again. It's a cold day, and my bed is so warm, I can't bring myself to do it. I hear my mother speaking indistinctly then footsteps on the stairs. My bedroom door opens and my older sister Zoey walks in, wearing a singlet and tracksuit pants. Her dirty-blonde hair is up in a ponytail. She's obviously just got home from the gym. She flings the door open, and strides over to my bed. Without saying a word, she grabs my blanket and rips it off my bed, revealing me curled up on the sheets, wearing nothing but gray boxers; the faintest outline of a morning stiffy just visible. Out of nowhere, Zoey punches me in the dick, right on the end of my stiffy. "You awake now asshole?" She asks condescendingly.
"Fucking hell Zoey, what was that for?" I cry, rounding on her.
"For not getting up." She says matter-of-factly, then turns and walks out without another word.

Ten minutes later I am sitting at the kitchen table eating a piece of toast, trying to ignore my still-sore dick. My mother walks in with a load of shopping.
"Mum, Zoey punched me in the dick." I tell her.
"Well, you should have woken up when I told you to." Mum says, without even looking at me, whilst unpacking the shopping bags.
"What?" I bluster. "You're just going to let her get away with that?"
"Don't you dare tell me how to parent Michael. I'm so sick of you sleeping in late anyway. Zoey's already been to the gym this morning and served breakfast at the Senior's home, and I've been shopping and weeded the garden. Lena left for work four hours ago." Mum replies. Lena is my other sister, one year older than Zoey. I'm still outraged, but something in Mum's tone tells me the conversation is over. I grumble to myself under my breath, but promptly finish my toast and get on with my day.

The weather is brisk, but clear, so I decide to walk to my favourite coffee shop where I usually try and spend a few hours writing. Before I begin, I decide to order a coffee. I line up behind a balding man, and a tall man with a goatee. The slender barista takes the tall man's order, but before the tall man receives his coffee, a brusque businesswoman walks in. She is wearing a salmon-coloured blouse, a beige pencil skirt with sheer black stockings, and a brown handbag, with black pumps. She brushes right past me, ignores the other two men, steps up to the counter and orders a coffee. I can't believe it. I was here first, this woman should not be getting served before me. After the events of this morning though, I don't say anything. Maybe the woman is in a hurry, ultimately, it's not a big deal. Sometimes you have to know when to pick your battles. The woman receives her coffee and leaves, then, a few minutes later, the tall man does too. Before the balding man can order however, two more women walk in, both carrying yoga-mats under their arms. They walk straight up to the counter and place their order. This happens four more times before I am finally able to order. After 35 minutes of waiting in line, I finally receive my coffee.

I take the coffee back to the table where I've set up my laptop, only to find someone else sitting there; a woman with blood-red hair. It takes a few seconds for it to click.
"Muse?" I exclaim. All of a sudden the events of that morning begin to make sense, Zoey's behaviour, the women being served first, it all clicks. "I didn't dream that did I? That thing with the mirror? That actually happened, and now I'm in a world where women are dominant and men are subservient?"
"Yes." Muse replies.

"Hmmph. I wasn't expecting it to be so...normal. I guess I was expecting men to be led around on leashes and women dressed up like dominatrices and stuff."

"You said you wanted it to be as similar to your world as possible, so I made it like that. We are in a civilized, urban area at the moment, no doubt there are more deviant aspects of the society that are like you described." Muse says.

As I sit, drinking my coffee, I think about this world I've created. I'm keen to get out and explore it, but where should I go first?