Rejuve Universe: It’s a Woman’s World Now!

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In the far future, Humanity was a steadily expanding galactic empire. Or at least it was now. Specifically, humanity as a species was ruled by the Interstellar Amazon Empire, an empire of matriarch, noble meritocracy.

Once, Human civilization had been pretty equal in regards to gender. That was, until the patriarchal colonies had started a devastating war for independence from the home world. The civil war was so devastating that some planets were left uninhabitable. During a ceasefire, a cabal of women from all the various factions of the civil war took over their factions from within, reunited humanity, and began the rebuilding process.

Remembering the horrors of the war, the new matriarchal nobility realized that men in power -men at all- were too dangerous to allow to continue. So they made manhood itself illegal, and all males were forcibly rejuved and penalized.

And this is where our story begins…

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Nathan was not a particularly unusual looking boy. He was short, slight, and the most noteworthy thing about his face was how sullen it always looked. His uncooperative shock of black hair was stuck up. His steel blue eyes gazed back in the mirror, matching Nathan's own intense look. He wasn't particularly exciting to look at in anyway. That didn't stop Nathan from staring down his reflection, like if he did so long enough it might go back to how it was supposed to look.

All of ten minutes ago, Nathan had been a tall and lanky 25 year old adult man. Not just that, but he had possibly been the very last adult man left in the Empire. The warrant for the arrest of all men had been put out six years ago - back when the Patriarchal War of Independence had only just been brought to an uneasy standstill.

Nathan's father had been one of a few recruits from earth who'd sided with the newly formed (and then destroyed) men's supremacist movement. He'd left when Nathan was 18, trying to get his son to follow along. But it was a bit hard for Nathan to swallow the propaganda when faced the the man who caused his mom to leave all those years ago. No, Nathan wasn't much of a believer in the inherent dominance of the male gender.

He wasn't much of a believer in the inherent crimes of the male gender either. Alone in his family's household when the new law was passed down, he'd chosen to run and hide from the Empire. Most men tried. Some men succeeded.

None of them had succeeded to the degree Nathan had, though. He'd always been cautious, and caution kept him safe all those years on the outskirts of civilization.

Sadly, his caution hadn't stopped him from trying to rescue another like him. His name had been Jacob, he'd been somewhere in his thirties, and he was the only other runaway (as the Empire had dubbed them) who genuinely believed things could get better one day.

He'd gone down fighting, but he had gone down regardless. Trying to find the most likely rejuved man had been what got Nathan caught. He wouldn't have dared to get so close to a city otherwise.

A cold voice from behind informed Nathan that he would be meeting his new 'mother' shortly. Equally coldly, Nathan nodded. He hadn't spoken since the rejuvination process. Only nodding and shaking his head, passively going along with whatever medical procedure the doctors and guards wanted to do with him.

The Empire would try to take away his dignity. But he wasn't going to hand it over immediately. For all his body and mind had been transformed, he couldn't let himself act like a child. No matter how hard everyone tried to convince him he was one.

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Isabella entered the Rejuve Center, exited to meet her new son. She was a beautiful woman in her mid 20’s. As one of the Empire’s new professional mothers, she had dedicated her life to raising the children (mostly eternal boys) of the Empire.

She wore a simple maid’s uniform, her deep black hair tied up into a bun, and amythist-purple eyes shinning with an infinite love for all her childen, have been, are, or will be, boy or the occasional girl. She was a little surprised to find her newest son would already be eight years old. Most boys started their cycles at six, maybe even five or four.

The leaders of the Patriarchal factions had even been sented to their first 100 cycles as 3-6! After turning six for the hundredth time, they might be allowed to be a little older.

But, again, Nathen, her newest son, was starting at eight! So peculiar! She couldn’t help but to wonder why? Oh well, it didn’t matter much in the big scheme of things, she supposed. She would still love Nathen, as a good mother should.

Coming into the room, she beheld her new boy. Short, slight, with black hair in a mess and steel-blue eyes. She gave him her expert caring smile, always enough to put a boy at ease. “Hello, Nathan. My name’s Isabella, and I’m going to be your new Mama.”

She was looking forward to taking him home and giving him his welcome home spanking.

Most of the mass of an adult body, once rejuved, was converted into fat, and that fat was placed inbetween the small of the back and the thighs. In other words, every rejuve, regardless of gender, always had an unusually large, well-rounded rump for a child their age. Perfect for taking long, hard spankings over their new mother’s lap.

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Nathan had noticed the difference in the distribution of weight. Not that it seemed to be his major priority in the situation, all things considered. (And he'd been trying to push away any thoughts about... potential discipline. Maybe not a smart idea, considering what he'd been told, and how well acquainted he was apparently going to become with the concept. He'd just prefer not to dwell on it too much before he had to.)

All that aside, the woman who entered the room was nothing like he'd been expecting. Not that he was sure what he was expecting. A sadist, most likely. Or at least a more obvious one. But no. This woman, (his caretaker for now) Isabella, didn't seem the sort who would take this job. She smiled, and it almost felt genuine. A part of him almost wanted to latch onto her kindness. The childish part of him, the one that seemed to scream 'I'm a little boy in a big scary world and I want someone to protect me!'

Those sorts of thoughts were stupid, though. Stupid and dumb, and not the sort of thing an adult man should think in this situation. His father had always taught him to act like a man. To huff around and act all big and strong. Not that his father was a very good role model for the ideal man, but it wasn't as if he had many examples to follow. Jacob was nice, but a bit too idealistic. No, no. Nathan needed to be cautious. Careful. That's how he had stayed safe for so long. And that's how he would stay safe now.

Nathan turned around fully. His expression was blank, thought he furrowed his brow at he examined Isabella more. She had a peculiar dress, and peculiar eyes. He couldn't quite get a read on her. He couldn't get a read on anything in this situation, though, being separated from society for so long. He finally stepped forward, slowly, still keeping a guarded eye on Isabella.

"Hello," he said, and immediately stopped talking. He hadn't heard his voice since the rejuve process. It was so much higher now. And quiet, like he couldn't quite get the words to come all the way out. He blinked away his surprise, and continued.

"Hello, Isabella." He spoke up, trying his best not to mumble or stumble over his words again. "How long will I be stayi - staying with you?"

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Isabella smiled, gently and patiently. She slolwy stepped up, leaned forward a little… and brought the new boy into a warm, comforting hug. “Now darling,” she spoke softly, but firmly, “young gentlemen like yourself don’t adress their mothers by their first names. You shall adress me as Mama. I won’t punish you for it this time, but if you do it again, I’ll have to give you some more serious correction, understand?”

She then held his hand and began to lead him out of the room. “I knos you’ll be staying with me for at least your first cycle, maybe more, so that’s four years at the bare minimum.”

Once they reatched the Waiting Room, they sat down while Isabella finished some last few bits of paper work.

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He wasn't used to such gestures of affection, and instinctively stiffened as Isabella hugged him. It was all so strange, how everything she did felt so comforting even when the rational part of his brain was screaming for him to run. Nathan didn't know what to do with his hands, keeping them at his side while she gave him a gentle reprimand. Of course. That was the gist of this whole arrangement. He was to pretend to be her son, and she was to punish him thoroughly. He couldn't forget that, the nature of their relationship.

"Alright," he mumbled, and took her hand. Again, his movements were stiff. He held on tightly, not clingy, but as if he were giving her a firm handshake. People watched them march through the building. It took all Nathan's self control to keep his eyes forward, and not dart them down to the ground.

He couldn't keep his silence the entire time, though. Halfway through the remainder of her paperwork, Nathan tried to examine the papers Isabella was signing.

"What is that?"

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Isabella easily noticed how stiff his movements were. She resolved to comfort him more than she was already going to, after his welcome home spanking.

Being rejuved meant he would behave childishly, both in thought and in action, so she knew she needed to show him quite a bit of her TLC- tender, loving care to get him to loose up, once she had set his backside ablaze.

“Just some last papers, darling. Making sure the Center will get back the cloths you’re currently wearing: thise are just some inbetween to wear.”

After all, the boy was in an orange jumpsuit.

As she finished signing the papers, she glanced up as a commotion made itself know. A six year old boy had had his bottom bared, and was currently being paddled by a strict-faced woman! “Oh dear, someone has been naughty. Keep an eye on them, darling, I don’t want to have to spank you any more than necessary.”

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He nodded his understanding, not entirely understanding what all the sheets and lines Isabella was going through meant. Did it mean he'd be getting different clothes? Not that he couldn't read it. Some of the words just looked complicated and long, and his eyes glazed over as he tried to make sense of it all. Was that a side effect of the process too? Or was he just unused to how things worked in actual society, with actual people, and actual protocol? He had been in hiding for a while...

The sound of loud smacking jolted Nathan out of his thoughts. There it was -- a boy being spanked. The boy cried and struggled and kicked, all to no avail. The woman holding him down (his 'mother', Nathan guessed) simply grabbed a steady hold on him and kept paddling, over and over again. Each smack gave a resounding thud that quaked against the boy's already red bottom.

Nathan didn't want to watch. He couldn't help it, though. It was entrancing and terrifying all at the same time.

That was going to be him very soon. That thought entered his mind, and refused to make room for anything else. Over and over, reminding him of his new fate here.

"...Is he gonna be okay?"

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Most rejuves did need to relearn basic motor control of their bodies, and it wasn’t unheard of for most to need to relearn some words their new childish brains tended to glaze over.

Isabella glanced up as the spanking began, but swiftly returned her attention to the last few sheets she needed to sign. “Oh, he’ll be fine, darling. He’s only getting his bottom spanked: it’s not like she beating him.”

After about five dozen spanks, the boy now having a very red rump, the woman set the paddle down and picking the sobbing boy up, immediately bringing him into a loving hug, letting the crying boy burry his face in her maternal buxom as she whispered sweet nothings into his ear, slowly providing him with physical, verbal, and emotional comfort.