Chapter 11: Studying abroad
As they stood in the cavernous customs hall, their school uniforms crisp and neat after their long journey, the girls laugh and celebrate returning to America. They are all over the age of 18. But after they are led into a room and are asked to line up against the wall, the atmosphere suddenly shifts. An official, dressed in a crisp, dark suit, flips a switch on the wall, and a large television screen mounted on the wall comes to life. The room falls silent as the screen flickers, and the face of President Amelia Hartley appears. Her expression is serious, her eyes intense as she addresses the nation.
"Citizens of America, I stand before you today to discuss a matter of utmost importance. As you know, our country is facing a crisis of epic proportions. Our birth rates have plummeted, and our population is dwindling at an alarming rate. In response to this, we have implemented a new set of policies to ensure the continuation of our great nation. These policies are drastic, but they are necessary for our survival. As of today, all women of childbearing age will be required to undergo mandatory pregnancy. This is not a choice, it is a command. Our very existence as a nation depends on it."
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The room was silent, the girls' eyes wide with shock and disbelief. They had expected to be welcomed home, not confronted with this callous announcement. The screen flickered, and the President's image moved to reveal her naked body, standing proud and unashamed.
"Effective immediately," she declared, her voice stern and unyielding, "women are hereby banned from wearing any and all clothing, including undergarments. This is to ensure that you are always ready and receptive for your duties as future mothers of our great nation."
Before the girls could even process these words, they felt cold metal press against their thighs, followed by the sharp tug of fabric tearing away. They gasped in shock and disbelief, their eyes widening as they realized men were standing behind them, shears in hand. The men grabbed the hems of their skirts, preventing them from falling down as they began to cut away the fabric from the front. The girls' hands instinctively moved to cover themselves, but the men were too quick, their shears slicing through the material with ease. Within moments, the girls' school uniform skirts lay in tattered piles at their feet.