As soon as a female turns eighteen, she starts getting bred. Of course, we do have it somewhat easy. The men work normal jobs, and we stay home and do...normal household chores and pop those k**s out and raise them to be good little Christians. It's been like this for eight generations now, close to two-hundred years, ever since the Christian Party took complete control of North America. As I washed my body, I heard momma tell me "Now make sure you're good and clean, Angel." I giggled, as I. "Thanks," I said as I reached for the tray. "I am hungry. My daughter should be as well."Janice giggled. "Tina is bringing her. She just took some extra time to organize some comforts. James and Yvette are saying that this standoff might last a long time."I nodded. "How long has it been so far?" Seven hours," Tina said from the doorway. "And the situation is actually getting worse." How?" I asked as I picked up the first piece of sushi and tossed it into my mouth. The selection offered by. I'd rather get lost in my head, than listen to terrible music. Besides, I needed to find a way to construct a mega mall in a city that doesn't have the population, nor the budget for it. I fixed my eyes on the road ahead, and kept driving.I jolted upright as I woke back up. I must've fallen asleep. Not for long however, as I could still see the building I had just passed only moments before in my rear view mirror. At least I hadn't gone far in either direction, as I was still in my lane. There. We found just the right foundations, lingerie, hosiery, clothing and shoes for the 'new me'. My 'couturier' gleefully bagged every stitch of my male clothes and had Goodwill cart them away. She avowed that was just one more vestige of 'Michael' I needed to be rid of to submerge myself into the role of 'Gigi'. Later - after we had had our fun and decided to return me to my masculine self - 'Michael' could shop for a whole new wardrobe. In the meantime, we filled the empty space in my closet and.