Julie (July Year 2)

Julie looked at her calender and sighed. The month has gone by so quickly! They were going so much faster too when you only had control of three of the weeks. Tomorrow being the first and dreading it was a familiar and relatable feeling. Most pay their rent on the first, maybe new subscriptions, the realization of time passing by, classic woes of another month coming. But for Julie and all the other women for the past year and a half...it was also the beginning of a twisted roller coaster ride.

Julie remembered last month, being turned into a cock obsessed bimbo. All her conversations were about dick, getting dick, comparing dicks or getting dicked. She flirted with every guy at her work and now she knew what each of them and their spunk tasted like. Hell she even had an ordered list of who tasted the best and had the best dicks! Worst part was since then she had been so warm with Dan and she hoped it wasn't because his dick was massive and his cum tasted really good while she was a cock slut. She hoped it was because he was genuinely a nice guy who was very helpful around the office.

Each month the role of women would dramatically shift. It almost felt like men didn't want the same thing women did. Like they secretly wanted women to be submissive slaves for sexual purposes. In fact every month had been sexual. Julie combed her long brown hair remembering the massive spike in abortions and pregnancies last year after the week of baby crazy sluts. Julie got lucky.

The twenty four year old secretary leaned towards the mirror and began removing her make up from the day, looking deep into her emerald eyes that sparkled. When she woke up tomorrow she could be some sick fetish, some crazy slut, her job or role in life could be completely changed. But she would sleep. Everyone always fell asleep before the first. She poured her lips as she admired them, so many comments on her plump natural lips. Who knew what comments she would get tomorrow, how those lips would be used.

Julie sighed angry with herself feeling herself get wet. "This isn't okay! It's wrong for people to have this sort of power! I shouldn't find such a concept arousing!" But she did. Each change. Each month it terrified her. But each memory, each time she noticed something different...she got excited. Last month she went out of her way to suck every guy she knew off. She loved becoming a cock obsessed bimbo. Thinking back she licked her lips and looked over at the shelf hiding the list she kept after. Guilt hit and helped her regain focus, "These weeks have changed people's lives! And not usually for the better!"

The number of single moms had been on the rise. Women taking to the sex industry had dramatically increased. Admittedly these moms looked very happy they had their kids, and increase in sex work also inspired most women to be very health conscious and active. But this was bad, right? Consent! Fingers caressed her thigh as she tried to resist. These actions and changes override consent which was fucked up!

Unless every woman silently was like her. Curious and open to each change. Addicted to the fear. Conflicted at how to feel. Were they all partially drawn and excited by these initial weeks like her?

Julie fell into bed and her hand went between her legs. The last thing she remembered before sleep took her was being so close to orgasm.