You rule! (Literally)

“Welcome to tonight's Presidential Election coverage - one night that promises to become more than historic.”

The blonde anchor smiles into the camera and seems genuinely exited. You're not sure if you can say the same about her male co-host.

“That's right, Missy. It's been less than a year since today's frontrunner has appeared seemingly out of nowhere as a woman’s right activist and seven months later proclaimed she's running for the office. Even though she was to young to legally do so.”

The blonde takes over again.

“In a never before seen movement, that brought forth by a truly unseen amount of pressure from mostly female constituents, the parliament reduced the age limit so she was eligible to run. Given that she’s an independent candidate, without any party affiliation, that indicated a huge, revolutionary change in our political landscape.”

“Without getting too far ahead of today's poll that is, indeed possible. In just a few months, she became clear favourite of today's election.”

The woman turns to introduce you.

“{first_­name_female} Jordan. Thank you for being with us on election night.”

“It's a pleasure to be invited to your show.”

You look at the woman, exclusively. In your mind it’s her show. Her co-host seems to disagree and wants so say something too.

“But let’s not forget the man who is considered the only one who could stop her rise to power, as the office bearer is predicted to poll in the one digit numbers - the head of the Christian Conservative Coalition and current leader of the parliamentary opposition.”

The small, bald man nods a greeting.

The woman address you.

“Ms. Jordan…”

“Lexi, please.”

You smile at her, she smiles back

“Lexi. You’re new to to the stage of activism and politics, what made you go public less than a year ago?

“Well, I've had – a major, life changing event happening, you could say. Completely turning my life onto its head. Without going into many details, it gave me a very clear insight into the - male psyche. What makes them all tick. What do they need to do to be of use to others and how their egos prevents them from being their best selves."

“And how did that affect you, [first_name_female}?” the man interjects. You beam at him.

“Ms. Jordan to you, if you don’t mind.”

He opens his mouth, if he didn't wear too much make up you’re sure he would blush.

“As to your question, it gave me a quite clear idea of what is going wrong with our society and I'm sorry to say I can put it in three letters. Men. Men are controlled by too big egos and too small dicks…”

The woman snickers, her co-host blinks and your political rival on the other side of the table gasps audibly. You're sure that has to be bleeped. For now.

“Sorry if I shock you, but it’s true. We are where we are currently because men think with their cock and make decisions to compensate for their own inadequacies. I tried to be a **** for reasonable arguing - on social media, eventually in classical media like this. But I quickly saw it was no use. Men ignored me or tried to speak over me, women, while agreeing with me overwhelmingly, didn’t dare or didn't have the power and position to initiate the change I tried to jump-start.”

The male host scoffs.

“So you just ‘decided’ it's a good idea to take down the male power apparatus by becoming president, hm?”

“I guess it worked, didn’t it?”

His co-host smirks.

You political rival slams a fist on his table.

“We shall see about that. The election isn't over until it’s over and even if that – woman wins, we’ll always have enough followers and power to prevent her radical feminist agenda!”

The male host looks at you.

“What’s your response to being called radical feminist?”

“That’s not even close to describing what I really am. What you guys consider radical feminism is looks like a 1950s housewife to what I am and want."

"And that is?”

His co-host smiles encouragingly.

“After I take office, I will radically change the relationship of genders in this country. I will introduce laws to punish all male aggression against women as hard as it deserves. Physical **** will be punishable by life sentences or **** labour, sexually motivated aggression will additionally earn physical alterations to reduce the attackers toxic masculine urges!"

“That's just fancy talk for castrations!”

Your rival bangs his table.

"If that’s how you understand it.”

You grin.

“Anyway, men who aren’t a threat have nothing to fear from me.”

You wink at him.

"Additionally we will drastically update job equality laws – no longer will we aim for equality in the workplace, under my rule, women will by law be favoured for any position they apply for.”

“In case they're equally qualified?”, the male host questions.

“Well. To a certain extent. I firmly believe from experience that being e woman gives a you natural advantage over men anyway, so - a man would have to be – a LOT more qualified than a woman to beat her out.”

"You also want to eliminate all job protection from me if a woman wants an job occupied by a man!”

You nod.

“That would let male unemployment rise enormous!”

Your rival seems flabbergasted.

“That's just silly. If women finally get the chance to get ANY job they want, any lower qualified, lower ranking, lower paid job will become free for men. It’s not a mass firing, its just restructuring the work market.”

“Seems logical to me",the woman agrees.

Her co-host doesn't.

“Hardly, really.”

You grin.

"No worries, we'll still need male eye candy like you, I'm sure your job is save - as a junior host, maybe."

You and the female host share a good laugh that makes the men more than uncomfortable.

“But you have even bigger plans, yes?”

You nod

“Indeed. Once I get a parliamentary majority big enough, I intend to change the constitution and abolish many rights for men completely. Things like voting rights for men or the right to freely choose their place of work or residence have been taken for granted by men for way to long. I admit, it as a noble idea to consider men an women equal but – let’s be honest. Men have botched it. Big time. They have abused their privileges, misused the system for their own benefit, brought humankind to the brink of ruin and instituted glass ceilings for no other purpose than to keep women down. This must end. And it can only end, I'm sad to say...”

You grin widely, not looking sad at all.

" ...by putting men to their place. Below women. Once and for all."

Your rival is furious now.

“Well, you need the parliament for that, thank God you're not even in a political party you'll never get the support you need!"

You smile.

“Men and their clubs... you may be very surprised in the days to come. Women can network. We have a Lot of support among female parliamentarians. Not to brag, but I'd go so far to say I have most of them on my side. And more men than you’d expect, too. If today’s parliamentary election brings more women into office – which I very much assume, as it was a big part of my own campaign platform, I’ll have more support than I need.”

“Well.. then.... even if.. the Supreme Court…”

“Has a 3-2 female majority, thanks’ to my liberal predecessor nomination. You may draw your own conclusion from that!”

He's silent.

“And your morality proposals… “

The female host changes topic – much to the chagrin of the man across the table from you. THAT topic make him even more furious

“Men have been using ‘Decency’ and ‘Virtues’ for centuries to keep the woman down. We’ve been told women don't have to have sexual urges. Should live an open sexuality, while men like him openly frequented whores, had mistresses, harassed female subordinates….”

He’s turning red as a traffic light.

“Men like me? That’s slander... defamation! I’ll…”

"Do you want me to count the numbers of scandals and allegations of sexual misconduct in your ‘conservative’ party alone in the last election period?"

Again you manage to shut him up.

“Of curse not. And that doesn't even include the ones we have in our vault and didn't use against you. Yet. Under my rule, morality laws and rules will be modernized, adapted and feminized. All women will be allowed to live out their needs and free their sexuality – in private and in public, without any danger of false moral outrage. Unlike male sexuality, that has been proven time and again to be toxic, aggressive, destructive, female sexuality is creative, live giving, healthy. Therefore, all sexual acts initiated by women will be concerned beneficial to society and are to be welcomed. While men will be expected to keep their own toxic sexuality in check until needed. Punishable by law.”

The female host nods smiling, her co-host slouches back on his chair, leaving the show too her now. He’s not feeling well, it seems. He sweats profusely, just like your political rival

"I here we have the official final result of the presidential and the parliamentary election. The big moment is here."

You smile. More than confident.

You weren't lying about anything you said. The last months as woman were the best part of your life. You have learned so much from transitioning into this body, this being, this personality completely, leaving your sad, pathetic life as a man behind and you Fully believe your new agenda. The male you Alexander did not deserve anything he had. He was selfish, ruthless, a burden to society. While the new female you is caring, spirited, useful. But also firm and determined. Men are done. They have had their chance and botched it. It is time for women to rise. Not just because you a e one now, had you been turned back into a man a year ago instead of being given this enormous chance, you’d have voted for yourself. This is how the world is meant to be.

You look at the scree behind the hosts.

“The votes for Lexi are at – 73.9 %.”

You grin broadly, the female host giggles. The two men slouch back in their chairs.

“Congratulations Madam President elect. That’s the best result of any presidential winner in recent history. It also means a big part of the male population voted for you, even if every single women was on your side.”

“Indeed. Confirms my impression out in the streets. Many men are well aware of their own shortcomings, the state of the world and their own role in this. Deep inside, most men are weak and selfish creatures, thankfully many of them have proven enough insight into themselves to accept that the world needs to change and that they should no longer be a deciding part in this.”

“Very true. No let’s have another look at the parliamentary election.”

The pie chart on the screen shows a relatively common distribution of votes between the progressive and conservative camp, with a slight majority on the progressive side. If you had your own party you surely would have won a majority there too, but you don’t need to. You really kind of DO have your own party now. And the female host is aware.

“Let’s have a look at the distribution of gender in the new parliament, because that’s very interesting. Also almost historic I want to say.”

Another pie chart and and the corresponding numbers indicate a 72% share of women.

“That’s amazing. We women never had a simple majority in parliament, let alone such a big one. Almost as big as your numbers, Madame President.”

“Well, just as I said. I clearly asked all my voters to vote for female candidates wherever it's possible, no matter what party they're affiliated with. Because pretty much all female parliamentarians of rank have assured me of their support as fellow female. And I'm, absolutely confident that will apply to the newly elected members of our superior gender as well. With the more than handful of male supporters I also have - thank goddess for male gender traitors who know what's best for them - I am Very confident to have no resistance from the parliament or the courts that will prevent me from Fully executing all my campaign promises."

“Abolish of male voting rights, active and passive?"

You nod.

“A 95 % Women’s Quota for management in the private sector and and a reform of the legal system, installing severe repercussions of all kinds of male insurrection, disobedience or nonconformity. The New Matriarchy is here!"

You look at the two men in the studio with you.

“Do you do tow guys have anything to say?”

The host is speechless - for the first time in his career. Your political rival gasps for air. Looks at his phone. Probably the female Secretary General of his party, telling him that there'll be a vote among all female members of the party if they still support him after the show. You've had a little - meeting with her a week ago to ensure the CCC women's support.

“I... I'm... mm…. I can… “

He clears his throat.

“In the name of the Christian Conservative Coalition, I … can… hereby pledge my loyalty to the democratically elected president. We will… support... all your policies and strive to be a loyal... and productive opposition to… install the new female order in our country.”

You snicker and nod.

“Good to hear, good to hear. Now get over here and show me your loyalty in action!”

He stumbles towards you and you spin in your chair. You’re wearing a short skirt and suit jacket, northing under it, showing your ample cleavage and firm legs. You have to admit some of your male followers may just have voted for the hot sexy babe without really caring about your policies. They’ll get to know them soon.

“On your knees!”

He looks at you wide eyed.

“Are you already disobeying your president's order? You remember what I said about the reform justice system? Men disobeying any woman's orders will be subjected to corporal punishments soon, but men disobeying their President's orders will be charged with treason!”

He gulps. Goes down to his knees.

“Kiss my feet!"

You see the camera zooming in as he bends forward and kisses your knee high boots.

“That’s what call loyal opposition.”

You look at the female host.

“Go ahead, you're the boss now. Or will e very soon. Remember the new female morality laws. Whatever you ask of him in public he’ll do."

Her co-host stands up.

“I will not…”

“Or lose his job, eventually.”

His mouth snaps shut.

“She's right, you know”, comments a female voice from, the loudspeaker in the studio intercom system,

He looks up at it in shock.

“What? Who…”

"Second assistant director, here. The director and his assistant have been called in to the chief editor's office. She’ll probably talk to them about restructuring the network according to the new president's legislative plans. So – I guess I'm in charge now. And I have a hunch that if you want yo keep that job, handsome, you better play by the new rules, too.”

He opens his mouth like a fish on land.

“How... what do you…”

He looks at his co-host. Or the senior host, to his junior host now, you’d say.

She grins.

“I want that. That looks good for a start.”

She looks over to you, where the leader of your loyal opposition has gotten the permission to lick up your boots now, kiss up your thighs to your wet crotch, You're not wearing panties, and the discussion about cutting men’s right and subjugating them into a matriarchy lead by yourself made you incredibly wet.

He starts licking your pussy, to the best of his abilities you have no doubt he never really cared much for giving women pleasure. He doesn't even find your clit.

From the face of the female host, neither does her new subordinate – he went on his knees between her legs and you hear the smacking kisses as he tries to pleasure her orally lick her pussy, but he seems to have a lot to learn. You smile. He Is the type who gets regular blowjobs from fans and never bothers to give a thought about the pleasure of the women he’s with.

You smile. All of that will change.

You look forward to build a new society, were every man knows how to satisfy a woman, where no man will ever again put his own needs over that of any female. Where no male ego will ever again ruin a woman's live, let alone the whole planet. Where the cock will no longer be the driving **** of life, society and politics but nothing but a pathetic, shrivelled appendage to useless men, whose only purpose is to fulfil women's needs. Where women are in charge.

Where Alexander would be in his place to lead a productive life, instead of cultivating his toxic masculinity. You almost feel you would deserve to be back in your male self in this world. You did so much wrong as man, you feel you deserve punishment. But Nature, the Goddess or just an old hag gave to the chance to be your best self. And your best self is a woman. And when you are that best self, the sky is the limit. The old hag wasn't lying: you CAN do everything you want in this form. EVERYTHING.

A strong, powerful woman, making sure strong and powerful women will rule the world from this day on and weak and pathetic men grovel at their feet.

As the camera records the image of the two strong women and their subordinate men in this studio, celebrating the first of many female lead orgies in this new world and sends it out to the public - uncensored, already the network has installed your new code of morality: all female lead sexuality is natural and may be seen and witnessed by everyone - you get your first orgasm as president elect of the new Matriarchy. Not from the amateurish oral attempts of the bald man between your legs but from the pure rush of power and feminine might.

This is a woman’s world now, and you now rule over it and all it’s males. With an iron fist and a hungry cunt. This is what you were made a woman for!

The End

Or is it?

[I will not accept chapters before the endings to not change the points, but if you feel inspired to write a story about the hero/ine's life after my final chapters feel free to write them.