Jane, a female office worker in a male-dominated office space.

In light of the present reproductive crisis, we must motivate men to reproduce more. Henceforth, all women shall be prohibited from wearing clothes outside their own house.

Jane darted out of the subway station into the chilly air beyond. She had a tall, thin body and a stern face. She was also completely naked, the freezing January winds assaulting her bare skin as she ran. She had to make it to her office building, its warm lobby. She was freezing right now. But if she could just get there, start her day...that was all she needed to do.

She finally stopped running, her thin legs aching. The rest of her naked body was shivering as the heat from her running dissipated. She rubbed her arms, trying to warm up, but it was no use. She sat down on a cold stone retaining wall, beginning to rub the bottoms of her feet—they were coldest of all, since they'd been touching the freezing ground as she ran.

She'd raised her leg carefully, fanning the fingers of her other hand over her vagina trying to hide it from passers-by. Many men were staring at her, at the woman who was out naked in this freezing weather, exposing her whole body to them. She glared back at them sternly, trying in vain to look respectable in her pitiful, shivering state.

Other women were also sitting and rubbing their feet on their way to work, shivering in their nudity the same as Jane was. It was all because of that damned law, Jane thought. The law had been passed just a couple of days ago, declaring that women were forbidden to wear any clothes outside the home. Now it was Monday morning, and women everywhere were becoming aware of what that meant. Of what that law reduced them to.

A man walked by, slowing as he reached Jane. He made no effort to hide the way he was staring at her cleavage, which she had only barely covered with her arm. Teeth chattering, she tried to meet his eyes, to stand her ground. Establish her naked, quivering self as dominant. He met them back, eyes staring her down effortlessly before returning to her breasts, as if she was nothing more than a slight inconvenience.

As he walked off, Jane stood up. Her teeth were still chattering, her bare skin still exposed to the freezing winds that assaulted her body. She needed to get to the safety of her office before she froze completely. She started to run again through the cold winds, towards her office.