The Initiative of the Willing

It began in the year 2070. A culmination of over-population, unemployment, and sexual harassment demanded a response. In an East Asian nation, where the crisis hit hardest, massive debates raged across the nation. Global warming had been tamed, poverty eradicated, but the gender imbalance--born from the one-male child policy's catastrophic legacy--had tipped the scales irreversibly. By 2030, men outnumbered women two to one, and by 2080, the gap had widened. Women, older and fewer, held high-status roles, while young men, adrift in a world without wars or partners, spiraled into porn addiction and desperation. Holographic strip clubs and AI-driven job losses only deepened the void.

The President, his face stern on every screen, set a deadline: 5 a. m., September 1, 2071. "No plan is too radical," he declared, his words beaming into homes worldwide. "Nothing is off the table." As dawn broke, the government unveiled their solution: The Willing Initiative."It is clear to every household that there is a problem," the broadcast began. "We have devised a radical plan to correct the mistakes of the past.

The male overpopulation crisis stems from choices made decades ago. Science and preference skewed our future, but we will restore balance.

Starting January 1, 2072, we will implement a program for a select few--chosen for their unique qualities--to serve their country willingly.

They will train for two months at our Willing Centres, then return to heal our nation. Letters are being sent to those perfect for this task. They will be rewarded handsomely--a big home, a family, a purpose."

In a cramped downtown apartment, Wei Jun, 25, insecure, stared at his flickering screen, heart pounding. At 157 cm and 45 kg, with narrow shoulders and delicate features, he'd always been invisible--a ghost in a city of giants.

Jobless since AI replaced his factory line, single in a world where women were rare, he'd lived on dreams and fleeting hopes. His searches--soft fabrics, gentle music, stolen glances at men--had felt private, until now.

A black envelope slid under his door, its crimson seal glowing: Willing.

Wei tore it open, hands trembling.

Citizen Wei,

you have been selected for The Willing Initiative. Report to Centre 69 by January 1, 2072, for training. Your service will ensure our homeland's future. Refusal is not an option.

Fear coiled in his chest, but beneath it, a flicker of curiosity.

The government knew him better than himself, --his quiet nature, his unformed desires, his longing for more, his trans porn addiction, the hypnosis videos, the online shopping of sexy lingerie, Could this be his purpose?

He clutched the letter, torn between dread and a strange, fragile hope.

Training Begins:

Centre 69 January 1, 2072

The centre loomed on the city's edge, a glass spire wrapped in soft lights, more sanctuary than fortress. Wei stepped through its gates, one of a hundred candidates, their slight frames and shy smiles mirroring his own.

Drones scanned their IDs, and a warm voice welcomed them: "You are our nation's future wives. Embrace your path."

The facility was inviting--curved walls, pastel hues, air scented with jasmine. Wei's dorm was a cozy pod with a plush bed and a window overlooking gardens.

A toilet well equipped with skin lotions, hair removal creams, body care, and makeup kits, and large bathtub.

A wardrobe held the Centre's dress code: tight, elastic breathable bodysuits for physical training, and floral mid-thigh dresses for classes, paired with sleek high heels, shelves holding folded white bikini lace and cotton panties and folded lace bras.

Wei ran his fingers over a dress, its fabric soft as a promise. He'd never worn anything like it, but the thought sent a thrill through him.

The candidates gathered in a sunlit hall, their trainers--men and women with kind, parental warmth--introducing the program. "You were chosen by AI, It knew you better than you ever knew yourselves" said Ms. Hua, a motherly woman with silver streaks in her hair. "Your school records, your searches, your hearts--they told us you're ready to nurture, to love, to ease a man after a long work day, to stress relief to tend to a man's needs, to build families.

Here, you'll become wives--partners--who heal our nation."Wei's cheeks warmed at wives, but the word didn't sting.

The other candidates--Chen with his bright laugh, Lin with his gentle eyes--nodded, their feminine warmth confirming the AI's precision. They were a sisterhood of sorts, soft sissy boys, bound by choice.

Protocol of Physical Training :

Mornings began in the gym, a vast space of mirrors and soft mats. Wei's bodysuit hugged his thin frame, accentuating his narrow shoulders and slight hips. Trainers guided them through tailored workouts--yoga for flexibility, weights for toning thighs and glutes, cardio for stamina. "You're sculpting beauty, my sweet young ladies!" said Mr. Tan, a fatherly trainer with a deep voice. "Not just bodies, but confidence, every time you spread your legs it's a symphony an invitation, it's a dance."

Wei struggled at first, his legs wobbling under weights, but Mr. Tan's encouragement--"You're stronger than you know"--kept him going.

A strict diet--protein shakes, greens, hormone-infused smoothies--complemented the training. Daily injections, administered in a serene clinic, sparked changes.

Wei's hips widened, his thighs grew softer, his skin glowed. A Brazilian Butt Lift and waist sculpting, performed with painless nanotech, gave him lush curves.

His breasts, grown naturally through hormones, swelled to a tender B-cup, Infused with his own fat harvested from his previously soft belly, round and Tender capable of lactation--a gift for his future child.

Facial feminization--sharper cheekbones, fuller lips--made his reflection breathtaking, yet still him.

High heels were mandatory, a challenge Wei met with determination. Ms. Hua taught them to glide, heels clicking like a heartbeat.

Wei stumbled, ankles aching, but Chen's giggle--"You're almost there!"--eased his frustration. By week two, he walked with a sway, the heels an extension of his grace.

He caught himself smiling, pride blooming.

Domestic Training

Afternoons brought domestic classes in airy rooms. Wei learned to cook--stir-fries, dumplings, cakes--his small hands finding rhythm in chopping and kneading. "This is love," Ms. Hua said, tasting his lumpy baozi. "Keep practicing." Cleaning was meditative--polishing counters, folding silk sheets, creating order.

Wei imagined a home, his home, and the thought warmed him.

VR Training

Evenings were for virtual reality, a cocoon-like pod, with skin feeling covered tentacles touching allover his body immersing Wei in housewife life.

Holograms showed him setting tables, soothing a child, laughing with a faceless husband. A synced anal training plug, small at first, pulsed gently and shot gentle impulses of electricity to his prostate, a process designed to make anal orgasm so easy to achieve, syncing with visuals of a trans woman and man filling their asses with strong hard dicks shooting cum. The plug's size increased weekly--medium by week three, larger by week six--stretching Wei with care, trainers' voices soothing: "Relax, embrace it, your a woman, you enjoy being stretched by a man's cock." Sensory touches--warm caresses, soft moans--made it real, sparking desire without shame.

Wei emerged flushed, precum leaking staining his white panties, ass aching, his body awakening to possibilities.

Deepening Commitment: Intimacy and Connection Week Five Protocol :

Intimacy classes began in a cushioned room, candles flickering. Ms. Hua and Mr. Tan led with warmth, teaching trust through eye contact and shared stories. Wei paired with Lin, who whispered, "I've always wanted to love like this." Wei nodded, his heart stirring.

Essential sex education was deeply empowering.

"Pleasure is sacred," Mr. Tan said. "You'll receive your husband cock fully, balls deep with joy."

Anal training was central, using mechanical dildos that mimicked a man's cock anatomy to the finest details. Starting small--3 inches, smooth--trainers guided Wei to breathe, relax, lube generously. "Open yourself, squeeze and release" Ms. Hua said, her tone motherly. "Let it fill you, let it feel your need to be filled." Wei blushed but complied, the dildo sliding in hitting his prostate, a strange fullness sparking heat, precum leaked.

Each week, sizes grew--4 inches, then 5, then 6 by week seven--stretching him gently, his body adapting with pride.

Chen's cheers--"You're a natural wife!"--eased his nerves.

VR sessions synced with training. The plug, now larger, throbbed in rhythm, the electrical impulses intensified, with holograms of a trans woman receiving her partner, moans echoing. "Feel him," the trainers urged. "Love him.", "Take his cum,", precum leaked.

Wei's cock, shrinking under hormones--from small to tiny--tingled, a reminder of his changing self. He felt no loss, only anticipation.

Partner profiles arrived via hologram. Wei scrolled through faces--doctors, artists, builders--all chosen for their willingness. Jian's profile stopped him cold. At 28, an architect with warm eyes and a shy smile, Jian wrote: I want a partner who makes every day brighter. Someone to love deeply, to hold close. His voice, in a recorded clip, was soft but firm, promising safety.

Wei's breath hitched. Jian's words echoed his dreams. He saved the profile, longing igniting.

Week Eight Protocol

Wei stood before a mirror, a vision of his new self. Hormones had sculpted him--fuller hips, a rounded butt, breasts tender and real.

His floral dress clung to his curves, high heels lifting his posture. His face, feminized yet his own, glowed with confidence. His cock, now tiny from hormones, nestled softly, his balls small, still partly functional and cute. He was Wei, non-op, trans, a wife in spirit, ready to love.

Training was joy. Wei glided in heels, cooked flawless meals, led cleaning drills with Chen's applause.

In VR, he lived his future--Jian's hand in his, a child's laughter--the large plug now comfortable, a promise of intimacy.

Intimacy classes taught him to embrace women's desire, his body a canvas.

On graduation day, Ms. Hua presented a gift: a flat nano-ceramic state of the art chastity cage, sleek and matching his skin color. "Your final step," she said, smiling.

The device, was designed specially for the initiative trainees, it's designed to permanently contain the user's tiny cock, preventing any possibility of self pleasure except by anal play, also giving the user a level of discomfort if ever the cock becomes excited during the day which will make the user cry for cumming so the cock would soften again, endless cycles of desire and stress that can only be relieved by the husband's cock causing an anal prostate orgasm, the cage is applied in a painless clinic, heated red becomes fused with Wei's cock via nanotechnology, flattening his tiny cock to a smooth curve, leaving only his pee hole and petite balls dangling cutely.

Wei touched it, feeling free--not confined, but a slight erection gave him a hint of what's coming. "Thank you," he whispered, pride swelling.

Pairing Day was a festival. Wei's dress swirled as he entered the hall, candidates and providers mingling. Jian approached, taller, his navy suit sharp. "Wei?" he said, eyes lustful yet kind. "You're... stunning."They talked, words flowing. Jian admired Wei's courage, his transformation. "I saw your profile," Jian said, voice thick with desire. "I want you--every part of you." Wei blushed, feeling desired, his caged cock tingling with discomfort and need.

Jian's hand grazed his, sparking more heat. "I want us," Wei said, steady.

Wedding and Night: Love Cemented

June 15, 2072

The garden bloomed with lilies, sunlight dappling the altar. Wei's cream lacy gown hugged his curves, but beneath, he wore white bride lingerie--lace panties, a garter belt, a sheer bra cradling his breasts. His veil framed his radiant face. Jian, in navy, took his hand, eyes wet with love. "You're my everything," Jian whispered, his gaze hungry.

Their vows were profound: "I choose you, forever." The kiss was electric, cheers fading as Wei melted into Jian.

The reception blurred--Chen toasting, Lin dancing--but Wei's focus was Jian, his touch a vow.

Their apartment, a gift from the government, was huge and perfect, glowed with candles. Jian led Wei to the bedroom, their steps slow. "You're gorgeous," Jian growled, lifting Wei's gown. The lingerie sparkled, Wei's curves bare--breasts full, hips lush, chastity cage gleaming, precum leaking.

Jian's fingers traced the lace, kissing Wei's neck, nipples, thighs. Wei moaned, sinking to his knees, eager.

He unzipped Jian, freeing his thick cock--7 inches, pulsing. Wei kissed the tip, tasting salt, then took him deep, lips stretching. Jian moaned, hands in Wei's hair, guiding gently. "So good," Jian gasped, precum glistening. Wei sucked, tongue swirling, pride swelling as Jian shuddered. Jian pulled Wei up, kissing fiercely, laying him on silk sheets. Wei's panties slid off, his caged cock flooding precum, balls tight. Jian lubed Wei's entrance, fingers probing, stretching. "Ready?" Jian asked, eyes loving. Wei nodded, legs spread, heart racing. Jian entered, slow, filling Wei's trained passage. Wei gasped, the stretch intense yet perfect--months of dildos and plugs had prepared him. Jian thrust, steady, hitting deep, sparking a series of anal orgasms. Wei cried out, body shaking violently, thick white cum flowing from his cage it smelled of lust it flowed down on Jian's cock lubricating it getting pushed inside wei's ass pussy. "More," Wei begged, nails digging into Jian's back. Jian's pace quickened, their moans blending, bed shaking.

Wei came again, a shuddering anal climax, cage twitching, balls pulsing. Jian followed, groaning, filling Wei with hot flowing cum, Jian's warmth flooding deep. Wei orgasmed again, waves crashing, his body, Jian's body a tapestry, their cum mixing, bodies melting.

They collapsed, tangled, Wei savoring the fullness, Jian's seed a gift. "I love you," Wei panted, kissing Jian's sweat-damp chest.

Jian smiled, stroking Wei's cage fondling wei's fertile balls,"My perfect wife."

A New Future

June 15, 2073

Wei cradled their daughter, they named her "mai", a miracle of modern science,

Sperm to Sperm Fertilization,"SSF" is an experimental program started by the initiative, a viable embryo is formed by fusion of 2 sperms each from a male biological father, then the embryo is implanted and born via surrogate, mai's tiny hand gripping wei's finger. His breasts, hormone activated, offered natural milk, a bond he cherished. Jian sketched nearby, their home alive with color--paintings, laughter, love.

The Initiative had reshaped their nation.

Ten million couples thrived, with fifty million more to follow. Wei, a beacon of the program, felt pride--not just for himself, but for a nation healed. He kissed Jian, their daughter giggling, and knew: this was his happily ever after.