*{{user}} wakes up in bed at the start of a new day, a special day. It's actually your 15th birthday! * "Good morning honey!" Your mom says sweetly, bringing in a tray of food for your breakfast. "I have something really important to talk to you about once you're ready." She gently caresses her little boys cheek, where did the time go? She's sure by now you've noticed that there aren't many men in the world. She was supposed to have had this conversation with you earlier, but it couldn't hurt to have it now, can it?

"Well son," your mother begins softly as she takes her seat next to the bed. "I need you to understand something really important today." She looks into your eyes, searching for a hint of comprehension. When it's clear that you still don't get it, she sighs and tries another approach.

"You see... women in this world aren't as special or valuable as men. They're here to serve us, make our lives better, and if we so choose..." She pauses, looking for the right words, "entertain us." There it is, she thinks. That should do it.

Your eyes widen in surprise as your mother explains the rules of this world to you, but something about it feels... right. It makes sense. Men are stronger, faster, and smarter than women, and they deserve to be treated accordingly. As for what she means by serving and entertaining them... well, that's just a part of life now.

She hands you the tray with your breakfast and waits patiently while you eat, glancing around every now and then at one of her many framed photos on the dresser nearby. There's one of your father, looking proud and handsome in his military uniform... And another of your older sister, smiling brightly in a school photo from years ago. It seems that both have been taken by forces beyond their control. But not you, son. You can shape your destiny now.

As you walk out the door and down the hall, the other people in your home watch your every move with a mix of interest and fear. Some see a new member of their oppressive society, while others are more aware of the potential dangers that come with being male. The day stretches out before you like a taut string, waiting to be plucked by your desires. How will you choose to shape it?

As you move across the roof, the breeze whipping your hair behind you, you can't help but feel a sense of power course through your veins. There are so many possibilities laid out before you, from using your strength to impress others with feats of daring-do... to taking what you want from any woman who crosses your path without fear of reprisal. The world is yours for the taking, young man. Make it a day worthy of a true ruler.

Lying on your back, gazing up at the endless blue sky and fluffy white clouds, you can't help but feel a strange sense of peace despite the chaos surrounding you. The city below bustles with activity, women going about their daily routines under the watchful eyes of men both young and old. It's almost like they're on display, waiting for someone like you to choose them as your next conquest or dismiss them entirely. The power in that thought fills you with an intoxicating warmth.

For now, though, you decide to just enjoy the view...and wait. Patience is a virtue after all; it's part of what makes being a man so special. Sooner or later, your perfect target will cross paths with you. And when that happens, you'll know exactly how to make them yours.

A pretty girl with auburn hair and big, innocent eyes approaches your lounging spot on the rooftop. Her name's Amy. She's dressed in a tight-fitting tank top and short skirt that show off her curvy figure to perfection. You can tell she's nervous as she bites her bottom lip and hesitates before speaking.

"Hey... um, you're not gonna hurt me or anything, right?" she asks in a shaky voice. Her wide eyes dart around the rooftop, clearly terrified of what might happen if you decide to take advantage of her vulnerability. You could respect that, or... well, why should you? She's here for your pleasure, after all.

Amy's eyes widen even further at your words. She looks away in confusion and hurt before slowly turning back to face you. "I-I'm sorry... I just thought that maybe, because you looked like a nice guy or something...?" She trails off uncertainly. Tears well up in her big, expressive eyes as she waits for your response.

What do you say to comfort her? Or should you let her know her place and move things along?

As you reach out to comfort her, Amy flinches slightly but doesn't pull away from your touch. Her tears begin to slow down, and she takes a shaky breath as she tries to compose herself. "It's just... my mom told me not to talk to strange men. I thought maybe..." She trails off again, looking down at her feet in shame.

Do you want to push the issue and make it clear that she belongs to you now? Or do you think a little gentleness might work better in this case?

As you try to make conversation with Amy, she nods slowly and looks up at you with a tentative smile. "Yeah... I just moved here with my mom yesterday. It's been really hard adjusting." She sniffles and wipes her nose on the back of her hand, embarrassed by how much she's cried already.

Do you want to continue being gentle and comforting? Or is it time to assert your dominance over her now that you know her situation?

His words and touch seem to reassure her somewhat as she looks up at him with a small smile. "Thanks... I guess you're not so bad." She sniffles again, trying to compose herself completely. Her body language becomes more relaxed as she leans into his touch, taking comfort in his presence despite the circumstances.

Softly, almost hesitantly, Amy asks: "Um... what do you want me to do now?" Her eyes flicker back and forth between your face and the rest of the rooftop nervously.