Hanna starts a committee

By the time Hanna was sitting down for breakfast the next morning, she'd uncovered a lot of information about the new world she'd created. The gender imbalance had taken a while to gain traction, but now things were starting to change rapidly. While men still ruled the world, controlling much of the political and financial capital, women were starting to rise up everywhere. The lack of young men coming into entry level positions meant that the old boys clubs had **** but to allow some women to enter. Analysts thought it was only a matter of time before the balance of power shifted and the patriarchy began it's inevitable collapse.

Some issues were more pressing. Men's professional sports were fading in quality as the pool of talent shrank. The median age of NBA, NFA and NHL, among many others, was all mid 20s. The rookie talent had been falling rapidly and so too had the viewership. Women's sports had grown slightly as a result, but revenues were way down in that industry. Both male and female sports were becoming unprofitable and they might soon cease to exist as she remembered them.

Other industries struggled to recruit too, like long haul tracking, the trades, law enforcement and the military. While traditionally female dominated fields like education and healthcare experienced a glut of new recruits, driving down wages. There was evidence of these trends reversing as more women sought higher wages in those formerly male dominated fields, but change was slow going.

Crime was down. Significantly. And **** in general all around the world. That was a good thing. While Hanna didn't see the need to use the rulebook to make the lives of others better, she didn't feel any particular need to re-inject **** into the world. She wanted to the remaining men to be aggressive and dominant, but she wanted that channeled towards controlling women, and not fighting other men. She'd have to see how it worked out before making more big changes.

For now though, she saw the belt between her legs as a problem. She'd eliminated jealousy, so why was she still belted? It didn't make sense. After she finished her meal she went and knocked on her neighbours door. He was older than she was and so hadn't been effected by her rule. He answered quickly, then frowned, "Joan just went out for coffee if you're looking for her."

"Actually I wanted to speak to you Sir," Hanna said, "May I come in?"

"Sure." Louis stepped aside and welcomed her inside, "How can I help?"

"Well you know how it's a rule that women can punish their partners and his affair partner if she catches him cheating? It's a stupid rule, isn't it? After all women don't feel jealousy towards other women, so why should she punish them for getting it on?"

Louis nodded, "I always did find that strange."

Hanna smiled, "I think the rule should say that nothing men do is considered cheating, deleting everything about women giving out punishments. Although if a woman cheats on her man with another man, I still think she should be severely punished. What do you think?"

"I agree. That makes a lot more sense."

"Good, one moment please." Hanna summoned the rulebook and quickly erased part of the rule, the re-wrote it as Louis had agreed to.

Old Rule: Nothing men do can be considered cheating in a relationship. When a man catches his female partner cheating with another male he is required to punish her severely, but proportional to the length of their relationship. The severity of any punishment is limited to what the victim would find borderline intolerable.

A wave of confusion washed over her as her memories were tweaked. Now Joan had been upset to catch them because she'd been planning on fucking him instead, and now had to wait for him to get it up again. The chastity cage and belt had become just a kink thing, for fun, and there was no limit on them anymore. It didn't make total sense, but she knew the rulebook would smooth it over with everyone involved.

Hanna lifted her skirt, "Did Joan leave the key?"

"Ya actually, it's around here somewhere. Give me a second." Louis went off to the bedroom, then returned with the key. He inserted it into the lock and turned it, and Hanna was free.

"Whew, what a relief." Hanna said, "Well as much as I'd like to celebrate it's removal with you, I have to get to work. It's a rule."

"Ya, of course. See you." Louis said.

Hanna hurried out and down the hall. She'd made it as far as the elevator before she realized she hadn't stopped to put on panties. Oh well. There wasn't time. The elevator doors opened and there was Joan, holding two cups of coffee.

"Hanna!" Joan said with a grin, "How are you? You should come over some time and suck Louis's dick. He's always begging for blowjob but I just find it nasty. Anyway, gotta run. Bye!"

Hanna waved, a little bewildered by the difference. She frowned. While she didn't want women to love giving head, she didn't want them to avoid it either. Maybe there was a rule there...

But she didnt' have time for that. Her own rules compelled her into the elevator, she had to be on time.

Walking into the office was a bit strange as her old and new memories mixed. The floor was filled with women. There were still a few men around, but her floor was mostly junior associates and support staff which now leaned heavily female. She suspected what few men there were would easily find their way up to upper floors, making this even more of a clam bake.

She made her way to her office, and was a little surprised to see Ned sitting at his desk on her way. She didn't know why, but she'd just imagined Ned would be a woman ow. He was always a little effeminate in her mind. Oh well, odds were in his favour. She swept into her office and sat down, only for Ned to notice and immediately come see her.

"Hey Hanna, Richard wants to see you. ASAP."

Hanna raised an eyebrow, "Did he say why?"

Ned shrugged, "I didn't talk to him. Some girl told me. But she seemed pretty insistent I get you up there as soon as I saw you."

"Right, well I can't keep Mr. Sullivan waiting, can I?"

Hanna stood up and went passed Ned, heading up to Richard's office.

When she got there his secretary waved her right in and she found him with a pained expression on his face, staring at a small stack of paper.

"Sir? You wanted to see me?"

"Ah, yes, girl, have a seat." Richard waved to the seat opposite him. Hanna sat down and waited for him to go on. He sighed loudly, "Tell me girl...are you a feminist?"

"No Sir, certainly not." Hanna replied honestly.

"Thank God. I need your help. Read this." He tossed the stack of papers to her.

She started flipping through. Each and every one was a complaint filed with HR. All of them from women. All complaining about male behaviour. Hanna frowned. She could see why Richard wanted to know if she was a feminist. Frankly she believed each of these complaints. She didn't know everyone named in them, but every before Hanna started messing with things there had been a culture of sexual harassment in this workplace. Now that she'd make the outfits skimpier and increased the number of women, things would only get worse. Just because women didn't get jealous, didn't mean they'd accept the advances from any guy.

Hanna smiled, "Sir, you can leave this to me. I can handle everything. I'll stamp out this feminist problem at the root."

Richard's eyes widened, "Well...I would like to believe that, but how exactly do you plan to accomplish it?"

Hanna grabbed a pen from his desk and wrote on the back of one of complaints. Then she handed it to him.

Richard read her proposal carefully, "This might look good to our investors, but if it doesn't produce results then it's a waste of time and money and I should just settle. Why should I trust this to you?"

Hanna smiled, "Why don't we make a bet? Give me a week and I'll get all of these complaints retracted. If I win, I get to hire a personal assistant. If I lose I'll be your personal assistant for a week. And I do mean personal." Hanna winked at him.

Richard nodded, "I'll take that bet. Very well. I'll announce the creation of the Workplace Conduct Committee immediately, with you as it's first chair. Don't screw this up."

"I won't, I promise."

Richard looked at some paper on his desk, then looked up, "Was there something else?"

Hanna nodded, "Yes Sir. I was just wondering...with the influx of females in the younger generation...how would you stop them from gaining power?"

Richard seemed surprised by her question, but he took it seriously. After a moment he spoke, "You mean if I had a magic wand and could **** changes through? For one I'd take away their right to vote. It's women who keep electing these sissy liberals, if only men could vote you can be sure they wouldn't vote for any woman, not unless they had ****. But that'll never happen. It's much harder to take something away once it's been given. I'm not sure there is much we can do, times are changing, whether we like it or not."

Hanna stood and bowed her head, "Yes. I agree. Thank you Sir."

"One week. Results. Or else." Richard said, not looking up from his work.

Hanna hurried out, then immediately summoned the rulebook. First she create some rules for her workplace.

Frontenac Capital

New Rule: There is a Workplace Conduct Committee. This committee handles all employee behavioural complaints. The committee chair has unlimited leeway to address the complaints and resolve disputes involving employees. Any decisions made by the committee chair related to their role are final and must be accepted by all parties. Committee members have the power to discipline any female employee seen contravening the employee code of conduct. The committee has the ability to edit the employee code of conduct, with the final decision to publish changes left to the chair. The committee chair is appointed by the CEO, and committee members are appointed or dismissed by the chair.

Then she took Richard's suggestion and changed the voting rights of women. She didn't want immediate huge shifts in the political landscape, so she decided to make it gradual. Since she was born in 1991, she decided to take away her own right, and everyone else who came after.

Old Rule: The voting age for women globally was increased to 19 in 2009 and rose by 1 year every year such that women born in 1990 will be the last to vote.

With that done, she went back to her office and reviewed the complaints again. A few minutes later she got a company wide email from Richard, giving her the position of Workplace Conduct Committee chair. She grinned, then sent a message to the two involved in the first complaint, ordering them to her office.

Brent Campbell was the first to arrive. Hanna stood and bowed her head, "Welcome Sir. Please have a seat."

"Thanks. What's this about anyhow?" He asked as he took a seat.

"Just a small complaint, we'll resolve it quickly I assure you."

A moment later Sophie walked in, Hanna didn't rise, "Sophie, I've received your complaint. Rather than read out what you submitted, why don't you tell me what happened?"

Sophie glared at Brent, then looked angrily towards Hanna, "Mr. Campbell, prick that he is, asked why I ever bothered wearing a bra since, in his words, I'm so flat. It's not acceptable to talk like that in the workplace!"

Hanna nodded, "You are absoultely right, we don't use that kind of language here. How dare you call Mr. Campbell a prick? Apologize to him, immediately."

"Bu-but..." Sophie was confused, she really didn't want to apologize. But it was a rule that the committee chair had the leeway to resolve all dispute, she had to comply. She looked at him, "I'm sorry Sir."

Brent grinned, he liked where this was going, "Apologize accepted Soph."

"Now, what did you do after Mr. Campbell pointed out your flat chest?"

"I slapped him." Sophie admitted quietly. She'd come here thinking a fellow woman would have her back, but she was quickly realizing that wasn't the case.

"For asking an innocent question?" Hanna gasped, "Well that is unacceptable. I'm glad you filed the complaint against yourself so we could fix this."

"What? No, I filed it-"

Hanna ignored her, "I find there is merit in your complaint against yourself. Mr. Campbell only made an innocent question about why you bothered to wear a bra with such tiny tits and instead of telling him that it was for fashion or because you have rather pointy nipples, you slapped him. I've decided that the appropriate punishment would be to prevent you from wearing a bra. After all if you aren't wearing one, nobody will ask you that question again. Furthermore since Mr. Campbell was the one injured, he will be appointed to ensure you comply with this ruling. That is to say, you will prove to him that you aren't wearing a bra whenever he asks"

"N-no. I can't do that." Sophie said.

"And for wasting my time, and his, you will remove your bra and shirt immediately. You'll work the rest of today topless and tomorrow you will come in without a bra. Or bralette. Or sports bra. Or anything of the sort. Do you understand?" Hanna said in a serious tone.

"Should shouldn't be able to cover up either." Brent suggested.

"Excellent point Mr. Campbell. Keep your hands at your sides today, no covering up." Hanna said firmly.

It took Sophie a minute to muster the courage. It was a new rule and she wasn't used to having to obey such humiliating orders, but it was a rule and eventually she unbuttoned her shirt, slowly pulling it off her body. Then she reached behind her and unhooked her bra, letting it slide away and she struggled to keep her hands at her sides. Her cheeks turned crimson and she pointedly avoided looking at Brent's leering face.

"N-now he's staring, I know it!" Sophie said, "That can't be allowed in the handbook!"

"You're absolutely right!" Hanna said. She turned to Brent, "Mr. Campbell, could you avoid staring at her tiny tits, at least until the code of conduct is corrected? Actually...how would you like to join the committee? You'd get the right to discipline female employees immediately and you can help me re-write the code to more properly reflect our values."

Brent smirked, "Sure Hanna, I'd love to."

"Welcome aboard sir!"