Dominator

It is the year 2200. Almost all production and provision of society's needs are automated. A system is in place to ensure that everyone fulfils their "proper role" in society. Our story follows an 18 year old boy named Preston Bale.

During the year of high school when a student turns 18, the system gives them a slip of paper determining their role in society. Preston looked at the piece of paper and to his surprise it said;

"Preston Bale - 'Dominator'"

"You're a Dominator?" said Wendy, surprised.

Wendy was Preston's friend since childhood. She was a head shorter than Preston. At times Preston felt that he was practically raising her, due to her immaturity. It was weird.

"Apparently. I'm actually just as surprised as you are." said Preston. "I never saw myself as dominant."

Preston always thought he'd get something like "sissy slutwife" or something. However, he always hoped he'd get to be the dominant one for once.

"You're not gonna leave me, are you?" asked Wendy. "If you have to leave, take me with you."

"Are you kidding me?!" said Brandy. "That little bitch, a Dominator? There has got to be a mistake."

Brandy was an athletic girl well known for making other girls her bitches.

"Brandy, the system doesn't make mistakes." said Preston, calmly. "We all know that. If the slip says I'm a Dominator, I'm a Dominator."

Brandy took the slip out of Preston's hand and tore it up.

"Not so dominant now, are you?" she said.

"Its still in the system." said Preston. "Tearing up the slip doesn't change that. I would just get another slip saying the exact same thing."