Sissies Will Save The World

SISSIES WILL SAVE THE WORLD

By Katharine Sexkitten

"FACT!"

I heard my own voice booming through the public address system, huge speakers on both sides of the stage and some suspended from the ceiling more than enough to make sure even the people in the cheap seats heard me loudly and clearly. It was a large hall, they'd told me, with a capacity of nearly fifteen hundred people, and tonight, like the other stops on my speaking tour promoting my book, it was standing room only.

Walking out onto the dark stage, I found the mark on the floor the stage director had told me to hit, in almost pitch blackness, and waited while the audience watched a slide show of images of overcrowded cities and towns from all over the world being projected up onto a huge screen above me.

I continued.

"In just a few years, the population of the planet Earth will surpass eight billion humans."

More and more images flew by, all of them showing the squalor of tenements and homeless camps and refugee stations, interspersed with clips of starving children and impoverished people in desolate areas, a striking visual parade of misery.

"Fact!" I said again.

"Several years ago the World Health Organization commissioned a study, worked on by hundreds of skilled and trained scientists from all over the globe, from almost every discipline of scientific study, who took into account historical data and reference points while documenting a vast series of negative milestones in human evolution, such as the loss of potable water and the loss of arable land and the rate of extinction of plant and animal species and two dozen or more other really important ecological variables, and these highly-educated brilliant people came to the overwhelming conclusion that our planet, our host, the Earth, can adequately sustain only about four billion people without damage to itself and all of the animal and plant species on it. Any more people than four billion and bad things start to happen, things that lessen our chances for survival, and things that can kill us all, on mass scales.

"Four billion people. That's it. And, just to be clear, we reached that number around two hundred years ago. So now, today, we have twice as many people here as we can comfortably support. It's a no-win situation. The drain on our ecology and all the natural resources on this beautiful blue planet is drastic and unstoppable, and the basic necessities of life like water and land to grow food on are dwindling, and irreplaceable, especially with two times the safe amount of users.

"So what do we do?"

The parade of images kept going.

"We can't stop people from having babies, can we? China tried it and the program failed and they had to eventually give it up. We'll never stop men from wanting to have sex and as a result oftentimes getting women pregnant. C'mon!" I said, joshingly, "we'd be dreaming if we thought that. And yes, yes, yes, before some of you might try to point it out, I know, there are some women who enjoy that sort of thing too, as much as men do, but, I mean, really, let's face it, it's more of a guy thing, that whole minute-by-minute desire to fornicate and plant one's seed."

I heard a few chuckles and chortles from the crowd.

"Men are, for the most part, working with that one-track mind all the time, am I right?"

There was a smattering of applause and some ladies voices agreeing out loud.

I stood taller, and pushed my chest out a little bit, readying myself for the big reveal, once I delivered my cue line.

"But there is an answer. There is a way to reduce the amount of people on Earth while at the same time allowing men to continue to jump on anything that moves and rut like crazed weasels, as many men are want to do. There is a way for men to have that anytime of the day or night sexual relief valve, without putting a burden on our host planet. And the answer is simple.

"What is it that will save the world?"

The visuals being projected onto the big screen immediately stopped and the stage lights came up at that exact same moment.

People in the audience could finally see me.

Many of them gasped. I heard lots of subdued words and phrases, most of them on the level of 'HOLY SHIT.' I watched hundreds if not thousands of eyes open in blatant surprise, heads shaking in disbelief.

I was standing with my arms spread, so everyone could get the full view.

"Sissies!" I declared.

Which is exactly what they were looking at.

Me.

"Sissies will save the world!" I announced, proudly, reiterating the published theme of the speech, the one advertised in all the media.

I was wearing a long caramel-colored pencil skirt, tight over my hips and thighs, with black stockings and tan high-heeled shoes. My blouse was a dark navy blue, gauzy and almost see-through, showing the obvious black lacy bra underneath, with enough buttons undone down from the collar to highlight skin and the very beginning of my chest curves. My hair was long and naturally reddish and fell down around my face, which was tastefully made up to give me smoky-grey eyes and a subtle blush on my cheeks and neon-hot cherry-red lips. Huge gold hoops hung from my ears. Around my neck was a thick gold chain hanging down to my cleavage, and on my wrists were golden bangles to match the golden rings on most of my fingers.

And while I looked as fashionable as any woman in the audience, there was no mistaking the fact that I wasn't born as one.

"My name is Jezebel," I announced, into the headset microphone I was wearing, "and I am a Sissy."

I moved to the center of the stage.

"Now," I began, "unless you haven't been paying attention or you're just waking up I'm sure you've all figured out already that I wasn't born with the name Jezebel. No. For thirty years I was James. Or Jim, or occasionally Jimmy. Jimbo a few times, as I recall. But for the last dozen years or so I have lived as Jezebel in every way possible, at every second of the day I could get away with it. Before that, before my awakening," and I paused, for effect, "I call it my existential epiphany, before that I'd spent my whole life as a man, doing all the man things that men are supposed to do, dedicated to almost thirty years of normalcy, and what did it get me?"

I smiled, knowing that the cameras recording the event were broadcasting my face up onto the big screen.

"It got me to the same place some of the men in this very room tonight are also at. It got me nowhere. Nothing. It got me loneliness. Despair. Misery. I wasn't happy at all. I wasn't satisfied, in my work or my social life or my relationships. I went day-to-day feeling like life was passing me by, and that other people were successful and I wasn't, despite all my trying. Whatever I was supposed to be doing to reach that storied golden life, that perfect state of living, it wasn't happening.

"Being a man got me to an existence with almost no romance, or affection, and practically no sex. Or, none of those up to my standards or expectations, and what I wanted, which was pretty much sex every second of every day. Now, don't get me wrong, I wasn't an Incel. I wasn't one of those poor unfortunates who don't understand that the reason they can't get anywhere with women isn't because of the women, it's because as men they're repulsive in some way or other, usually in their attitudes. No, I'd had what I guess was my fair share of romantic and sexual relationships with women, of course, although never as much as I wanted, because I'd followed the rules and did all the things expected of me. I grew up just like all the other boys and I played the same game. I dated as often as I could, because I wanted love and sex and relationships and marriage and the whole works. I chased and went to bed with as many women as would let me. And you know what? Ultimately, none of those experiences were satisfying, for me or for the women. I kept thinking, is that all there is?

"Especially sexually. Believe me, I tried, I did. I wanted every woman I went to bed with to have more orgasms than she'd ever had before. I wanted them to tell all their friends I was the stud to end all studs!

"Instead, though, if they did talk about me, I'm sure all the women in my life would have shrugged their shoulders and sighed and said something unintentionally hurtful, like 'oh, he's a caring lover' or 'I always enjoy our time in bed together', which, by the way, were just two comments that I actually did hear about, after the fact. And as sad as it made me feel to hear things like that, how absolutely demoralizing they were, I couldn't help but completely understand what those women were talking about, whoever they might have been. Because, the truth was, I wasn't the stud of all studs. I wasn't the lover of all lovers. I wasn't a success. Size-wise I was shorter and thinner and overall smaller than what people said was the average, and like many other men I had the unfortunate habit of not lasting very long. Plus, with rare exception I was a one-and-done kind of man, which I know disappointed some of the ladies, if not all of them.

"So I walked through life with the same story that millions of other men live, trying and failing to be the stereotypical masculine macho guy.

"And I'm willing to bet folding money that like a lot of the men here tonight I knew, all the while, deep in my bones, that there was a better life for me, out there, somewhere, but it was always just out of my reach. I knew it was there. It had to be. I'd spent three decades knowing inside me that I had been bestowed by nature with an amazing life-force, a blazing inner passion, a compelling and all-consuming sexual drive, and an energy that ultimately would free me from the boring limitations of everything standard, that would allow me to burn brightly, as bright as the sun itself, if I could only figure out how. But for thirty years I failed to figure it out.

"And then I did."

I moved slowly across the stage, knowing every eye in the house was fixed on me, the rifle-shot sound of my stilettos hitting the wooden stage amplified for all to hear.

"I discovered my all-consuming fulfillment and purpose."

I clicked the button on the tiny remote in my right hand and suddenly above me on the giant screen an image appeared of me, taken years ago, in the arms of a male lover, whose face was blacked out for privacy reasons. He was naked and covered in sweat, laying on top of me, in the missionary position, between my splayed and pulled-back legs. You couldn't actually see our genitals but the inference was as obvious as a brick thrown through a glass window.

I was wearing lingerie, with my head turned to the camera, a sublime glow planted squarely on my face that cannot be matched in any other way than having just been royally pummelled and shagged.

There were murmurs of discontent in the crowd.

"I finally gave in to the urges I'd had since I was a kid, as far back as I could remember, those thoughts that lurked in the recesses of my mind and soul, the ones that kept telling me I was different than a lot of the other boys, and that there was a very special life ahead for me if I simply made the correct choice. Never mind that I didn't know what that choice was, even when I saw it happen in others, or I didn't recognize it when the first opportunities arose.

"So when I became a legal adult I pursued the whole man thing with gusto, because the promised land was out there, and I was jam-packed full of the energy and desire for daily and hourly pleasures of the flesh, the ones that satisfy the pleasures of the soul. And I'd be lying if I said I didn't spend years where life just confused me and frustrated me, when I could never attain those levels of joy, never coming close to reaching it. The standard 'man with woman' thing never got near to fully satisfying me, and I just kept trying and trying, finding different women to be with, absolutely sure that once I found one that matched my zeal and all my energies then everything would be grand, the way life is supposed to be. She had to be out there, right?

"But, I could never find that life of pure joy and unfettered passion that awaited me, no matter how hard I tried.

"Until, one fine day, just after I'd turned thirty years old, at the height of my life-long desperation and misery, I happened upon something that changed everything. The details are long and boring, so I'll spare you the minutia. Suffice to say, however, for the first time in my life, I found what I'd been looking for, for all those years.

"And what did I find? Well, it was something I'd never once considered before. I got a reality check, like none other. I found out that yes, I was a male, a man, obviously. You only have to look between my legs to tell that.

"But!

"In point of fact, I found out to my amazement that there are actually two kinds of males in this world. There are Alphas, and there are Betas. And my epiphany, my existential awakening, was to realize that I wasn't the Alpha variety that I'd always assumed I was. No. Instead, I found out the truth.

"I am a Beta."

I heard more murmurs from the crowd.

"Now I assume some of you know what that word means, and perhaps some others don't. And trust me, I'm going to explain it to you, don't worry. We'll get to that.

"In the meantime I'll tell you how I found out.

"Like I said, all the little details in the build-up don't matter. I was in a major department store with the woman I'd been dating for a while, watching her look at things, thinking about how neither of us was truly happy. It was pretty obvious to me that she wasn't the one for me and I was also pretty sure I wasn't the one for her, long-term, neither of us willing to admit that while we got along okay in most respects, that our love life was blah, it was nothing, barely there, that it was occasional and always tense and timid. In other words, it was probably a normal relationship for a lot of couples, in this day and age. So anyway, I realized that I had to go to the bathroom. So I tell her I'll be back and I make my way up to the next floor and at the back of the massive store I find the Men's room and I sit down in a stall and do my thing, like any other day.

"And then it happened, my epiphany. I'm done with my duties, just getting ready to stand up and leave, when out of nowhere, totally out of the blue, and by the way, this is going to shock a few people, but anyway, right then and there a rock-hard purple-helmeted erection appears through a hole in the wall from the next stall, at the same height as my head, about a foot away from me.

"I'm sitting there minding my own business and suddenly, there it is! A ROCK-HARD COCK!"

I listened to people making surprised noises, including some gasps of horror.

"I wanted to scream! But I couldn't! I mean, I was as shocked as I'd ever been in my life, so shocked I was completely speechless! Can you imagine? I was flabbergasted at the sheer audacity of the man, the stranger in the next stall, performing what was a criminal act! On me! And all I could think about was getting out of there, you know? Pulling my pants up and zipping and running, finding a cop somewhere and having the guy arrested for being a freaking pervert!

"And I'll be honest, my second thought was that I should punch the guys dick, or grab it and twist it, anything like that, to make him feel shattering pain and make him suffer for how completely rude he was being, how completely out of line he was being. But then I thought, uh uh, no way, I'm not touching that thing at all, never! Because I'm not gay, right?

"In a panic, I began squirming to get out of there without coming into contact with him, when it happened. And it happened, like BOOM! It's like the skies opened up above me, dark clouds suddenly being replaced with warm sunshine. The damn broke, the one I didn't even know I had, inside me.

"From the other side of the wall I hear this soothing calm deep strong voice, barely louder than a whisper, and it said ten words, and then Jezebel was born. Just like that!

"Ten simple words, that changed everything.

"And which ten words did he say?

"And I quote."

I stood still and made the throat-clearing noise that people make when they're about to say something important.

"'FREE THE SISSY WITHIN YOU. YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO.'"

I paused, and let those ten words sink in. And even though the spotlights were pointed at me and the crowd was basically a sea of darkness, I could make out some faces, especially in the front rows, and I saw what I always saw when I delivered this talk. There were some folks confused, and some disgusted, and there were some folks intrigued, and to my utter joy there were some folks, a few, men mostly, who were as rapt with attention and curious as humans can get.

Those were the men who were my target audience. They were the men who were finding parallels between my story and their own life. And no doubt some or many of them were with women, girlfriends or wives, and yet just now coming to understand that there was more for them out there in the real world than what they'd imagined before.

"That's all he said. That's it. Ten words. And he wasn't arrogant about it, or demanding, or condescending, or even threatening in any way. He was actually being kind, and genuine, and sincere. He said those ten words almost matter-of-factly, as if he was telling me the time of day or relating a simple fact, like a teacher might do, like someone wise might do, innocently imparting their knowledge to others who are ignorant about any given subject.

"Free the Sissy within you. You know you want to."

I clicked the button and another picture of me appeared on the big screen, taken from above me. I was dressed like a feminine slut, on my knees, with my eyes staring dreamily straight up into the lens, a smile as wide as the Mississippi River on my face, my fingers with their bright-red nails wrapped around the shaft of a long thick dark cock, a wonder of nature, almost chocolate brown, the tip of it resting on my lower lip, my tongue bathing the upper flat of the head with glistening saliva.

The roar of shocked gasps rose in volume.

"Those ten words hit me, like the proverbial ton of bricks.

"And in the strangest turn of my life, I realized he was right. Like I said, it was like the proverbial skies opening up, the first sunlight of my life suddenly beaming down on me. To my utter amazement and surprise, there and then in that moment I realized that he was right, I did want to. More than anything else in the world, in every cell of my body, I wanted to free the Sissy within me."

I clicked to another picture, similar in theme, me sucking on a cock, a thin long white one this time, my eyes closed in abject concentration, obviously revelling in my actions and joyous.

"I realized that I was a Beta, and a Sissy, and that there in front of me I had the amazing chance to attain the highest honor I could ever hope to attain.

"In that moment, I realized I had the distinct honor of living in total trust and giving all of myself to another person, a man in this case, a stranger who I'd never met before, who was a natural Alpha. I had right in front of me the glorious opportunity and honor to worship his manhood and let him find heaven, that unique almost-holy moment when he orgasms, when his mind is devoid of all other thoughts, the only time in life his brain is completely empty and therefore completely open to living and experiencing true joy.

"I had before me the opportunity to show him true love, the truest of love, nothing but pure pleasure for pure pleasures sake, no arbitrary limits or moral fence-posts to stop us, and in doing so show myself the exact same kind of joy, existing on the same emotional level, the highest of existential planes, that of Alpha and Beta together, each equal, each necessary, and each completing the other.

"Because just his voice told me he was an Alpha. His simple straightforward words combined with the lower register of his voice was unmistakable. He's an Alpha, simple as that.

"And the next thought in my head was to suddenly understand the oldest and truest law of the universe.

"Duality.

"As two makes one.

"Yin and yang. Black and white. Opposites, but equally matched. You can't have one without the other.

"And I just knew in that moment that I was a Beta.

"He was the Alpha, masculinity his natural state, oozing out of his pores every second of the day, whereas I was and always had been incapable of being that kind of a man. It hit me. For thirty years plus, I'd been a different kind of man, a Beta, a creature with the same desires and one-track mind of the male of the species, especially when it comes to the physical expression of lust and love, meaning I wanted it every second of the day, but I was a man far more in touch with the femininity of the universe, and the femininity burned into my DNA that I'd never recognized before, and therefore I was a Beta and the perfect match for an Alpha."

Another click showed the audience a montage video of me, tastefully shot to show me becoming the feminine Beta I naturally was, preparing myself, showering and shaving, doing my make-up, choosing my lingerie and what I'd wear, finishing with real-life documentary-style shots of me fully dressed and on the prowl, in gay-friendly bars or cruising on streets or at Pride parades. And in every shot it was plainly obvious that I wasn't a real woman, born and bred, but I was the eager and willing male version of a woman, delighting in the clothes I was wearing and the image I was presenting and the promise of the sweetest of loves I would deliver, to whoever wanted it.

"I obtain unparalleled fulfillment, both spiritually and physically, by giving myself to other men, in uninhibited sexual and sensual activities. I am a Beta. I found that joy that I had been seeking for my whole life, in that one moment and in every moment since.

"I am only complete when my raging femininity is coupled with raging masculinity, in the company of Alphas. I become who I was always meant to be, a master at coaxing his seed out of him, absorbing his energy by taking it all in, orally or anally, because doing so sates my soul, at that most primal level, one that I could never reach sexually or romantically with women. Making Alphas cum makes me cum, and I get to that blessed moment of psychological bliss, that same cherished opening of my brain that men can achieve, completely freed of all worldly problems, in the arms of the angels, abject and total joy our only fuel.

"When I see a handsome man anywhere, those urges consume me, in a flash. It could be a coffee shop, or a bookstore, or a gym, or a restaurant. It doesn't matter. When it happens, it's magical. Alphas know what they want and when they want it, which is almost every second of the day, and when a Beta is nearby Alphas can almost smell them, that's my experience. I've lived the last twelve years of my life finding hundreds and hundreds of men who desire a Beta like me to be with, and in doing so I've made their lives better, by making my own life an absolute paradise.

"When strong determined Alpha males meet Beta males, who are sweet and sexy and oh so lovely, it becomes the most reverential experience known to history. Masculinity meets femininity, unbridled and unparalleled. As two becomes one. And it doesn't matter if the Alpha is gay or straight or bi, or married to a woman, or in a relationship with anyone. It's not about some life-long commitment. No. When Alpha meets Beta, it's instant and it's necessary and it's about that exact moment in time, and nothing else. It's about that glorious moment when two souls can become one, even if it's only temporarily.

"As a Beta I spend my days mentally undressing every man I see, lustily imagining his cock erupting to life for me, and then erupting that life into me. And I shudder when I think about how many Alphas out there only want to be with women."

I listened to disappointed moans and groans.

"Now, ladies, I mean no disrespect. I'm not insulting you. Honestly. I'm not. I have nothing but respect and admiration for women, and I'm well aware that there are plenty of men out there who will crawl over broken glass to get inside your vagina as many times as you'll let him, and there are plenty of men who will rock your boat, and I genuinely hope your boat gets rocked as often as you'd like it to be."

As usual, there were cheers and whistles from the crowd.

"But."

I paused, waiting for quiet again.

"I also know, from a dozen years of daily experience, daily, that there are millions of men out there, maybe billions, Alphas all, who can themselves transcend from the normalcy of the man-and-woman thing, and therefore live like kings. As a Beta, I know the truth. For many Alphas, as good as being in a vagina is, being buried balls-deep in a Beta's mouth or ass is just plain and simple light years better. Light years better! And I know, from a whole lot of experience, believe you me, that breeding Betas like me will be an Alpha's sexual and sensual pinnacle. A zenith. Pussy won't even compare.

"Once I recognized that I was a Beta, in that flash of enlightenment, my life became magical. It became that cauldron of bubbling activity that I'd always wanted and never could find with women. And yes, just to finish up with that particular anecdote, I instantly dropped to my knees that day in the department store, not caring what the condition of the floor was, and I leaned forward and took that man's cock into my mouth as if it was my Mother's nipple, feeding me the sustenance of life, and I sucked him until he exploded his cream into me, swallowing every gooey delicious drop, feeling it nourish me and enrich me and make me whole.

"After that, my first cock disappeared and left the bathroom, and to this day I don't know who he was or what he looked like. All I know is that he found himself a Beta to pleasure him and I found myself an Alpha to pleasure, the way that nature intended for the both us. Then I went downstairs with the taste of his cum still in my mouth and told my girlfriend that we were through, and I became Jezebel. I spent thousands of dollars on clothes and shoes and makeup that day, by the way, learning first-hand what all the ladies here tonight know, which is that retail stores rip women off for everything!"

I heard a roar of agreement.

"And later that night, I went out to the only gay nightclub in my hometown, a place I'd never been before and never contemplated going to, fully shaved and dressed and made up, Jezebel on the prowl, and I found myself an Alpha to dance with and make out with and of course at one point I took him into the bathroom and sucked him off, because I wanted it even more than he did, and then I let a different Alpha man take me home, later on that night, and I discovered what true heaven was all about."

I clicked on the remote and a montage of video clips of cross-dressing Betas like me began playing, some clips professionally shot and others very amateurish, taken off the internet, all of them from differing angles and lighting situations, with the Betas being penetrated anally and fucked royally.

"You'll notice that many of the Betas in these video clips look as though they're experiencing terrific discomfort, or even pain, or physical hardship, by having Alphas pound away in them, and you'd be right in thinking so. It's more often than not a brutally exhausting experience. And yet,"

I stopped and smiled.

"And yet a true Beta wakes up every morning wanting those rigors, wanting that pain or discomfort, wanting that exhaustion, all day every day. Hell, we not only want it we need it, we demand it!"

I raised my voice.

"For there is no other activity on this planet that can equal the sensory thrills that come from being taken by an Alpha. None. There's nothing like it, I promise you. And I know for a fact that there are supposedly-straight men in the audience right now who are Betas in waiting, never having had their own epiphany but yearning for it.

"We Betas see men with their women and we're happy for them, of course, but at the same time, in some ways, we pity them. We feel sorry for them, that they're not getting THE most wonderful love-making of their lives, which can only be with a Beta. It hurts us, in some small ways, and we're fully prepared on a moment's notice to trade places with her, in a heartbeat, if he was to ask for it, because we exist for the pleasure of men. That's what gives us our pleasure, and our pleasure is the most powerful force in the universe.

"Betas are, as it turns out, the answer to many of life's problems. Unlike a lot of women, we want the sex. We want it, all the time, because we have that same horn-dog drive that all men have. And, of course, Betas have another quality that women lack, which is that we don't have ovaries, and we can't get pregnant."

I smiled again, from ear-to-ear.

"My life changed forever, on that day. I became instantly immersed in being a Beta, and pursued sexual and sensual activities twenty-four-seven, three hundred and sixty-five days a year. I've met lots of other Betas, of course, over the years, and formed enormously wonderful life-long friendships.

"But at the same time, I realized that there was a powerful stigma in our society, when it comes to being a Beta. I saw discrimination, and in some cases actual hatred towards Betas and Sissies. I saw that the three major religions of the world had an anti-Beta position entrenched in their dogma. And my reaction was one of profound objection. I became indignant with anger, at the way some people treat Betas.

"It seemed to me that too many people in society didn't understand the basic truth about this life of ours. It got ignored, or sugar coated, or called extremist.

"Because ladies and gentlemen the bottom line is this: when it comes to men, there are Alphas and there are Betas. There always have been and there always will be. And by the way, just to clarify, not all Betas are cross-dressers, and not all cross-dressers are Betas. It just happens that for me, in my case, I express as feminine as I can because the clothes are sensuous and delicate and delightful on my skin and wearing them makes me the happiest Beta in the world, and it seems to turn a whole lot of Alphas on, which is the best kind of ancillary effect I could possibly hope for. Not all Alphas want their Beta to be feminine in appearance, but in my experience, most of them do, and I'm as happy as a clam to live this way for them.

"So, in protest, and to educate others who hadn't yet arrived to the point where I had gotten to, hoping to impart what I had learned to others, I sat down and wrote a book. I thought, well, I could pass on the lesson I'd learned, and perhaps be the catalyst for other men who weren't happy in their lot to come out of that closet and truly live! I titled my novel 'FREE THE SISSY WITHIN YOU', and of course this is the part of the pitch when I remind you that it's available for your purchase in the lobby after my speech."

I waited for some laughter to subside.

"I titled the book 'FREE THE SISSY WITHIN YOU' because that message had such a profound and powerful effect on me, and I needed to share the integrity of it with everyone, all in the hopes that other men like me who'd spent their whole lives unsatisfied with women could have the same kind of awakening that I had. I wanted to bring forward the message, for those men who might be confused, that being a Beta means you're filled with a desire to help other men, the Alphas, to help them see through the smokescreen of normalcy out there, and how the Alphas can learn that heterosexual sex is ultimately not as uplifting as sex with Betas. I researched and interviewed hundreds of people, Betas and Alphas and women alike, learning about their experiences and their prejudices and their biases, documenting it all, and then I spent weeks writing and editing until it was concise and what I felt would be instructive.

"Then, I shopped the book to publishers.

"Now, the thing is, despite my own personal enrichment and new-found freedom, I fully expected to get nothing but rejections. I wasn't naïve, at all, believe me. I understood then and I understand now that the subject itself is rarely talked about in polite society, and contrary to the belief systems of many people. So it was an enormous surprise to me when a major publishing house offered to get behind the book. Seriously. When I got the phone call, I almost fell off my chair. I was in total disbelief.

"But, it wasn't a joke, and the next thing I knew the book was being published. Did they know it would be controversial and generate enormous push-back from some folks? Of course they did, they were hoping for exactly that reaction. It sells books. And to everyone's surprise, it entered the best-selling charts. Can you imagine?

"So there I was, expecting nothing in sales and nothing in residuals and the next thing I knew I was being booked on television shows and then this speaking tour, not just to promote the book, but to explain to good folks like everyone here tonight about what Betas and Alphas are and to hopefully show the nascent Betas out there that there is a glorious life awaiting you, if you're brave enough to go for it.

"So. Here we are. That's my history, my backstory. And, here I am on what feels like my hundredth presentation, and I have to tell you that being on tour like this is glamorous, at times, sure, but it's also a frequent pain in the ass. The ladies here tonight will agree with me about one thing, which is that knowing what clothes to pack and not knowing when you'll get a chance to launder your delicates are huge hurdles to overcome."

I let some whoops of agreement in the audience ring out.

"And constant hotel living gets boring after a while, if I'm being honest. It all becomes a bit of a grind.

"But.

"The benefits far outweigh the negatives. In every new city I travel to, there are new Alphas to meet, and new Alphas to bring back to my hotel suite for some serious good fun. I end up leaving big tips for the hotel staff because the sheets on my bed are always wet, if you know what I mean!"

I heard howls of laughter and groans of revulsion at the same time, like always.

"So.

"You all came here tonight to hear a speech called, 'SISSIES WILL SAVE THE WORLD', and it's time for me to explain how. I've already touched on the answer, but I'll go over it again.

"But first, a show of hands.

"Can we get the house lights turned up please?"

I waited a few seconds for the light crew to illuminate the hall.

"Okay. Now, I'm going to ask a couple of questions, and I ask everyone here tonight to be honest, not just with me but with themselves. Don't think about who is sitting next to you or who you came with or anything like that. Just answer the questions honestly, okay?

"First off, for the men in the room. Hands up, if there were no consequences, no jealousies or relationships to worry about, just purely hypothetical, how many of you would want sex every single day?"

Practically every man in the auditorium launched their arms in the air, accompanied by a roar of voices laughing and agreeing and celebrating.

I pretended to count, and then mimed giving up in frustration.

"Oh my god, it would take forever for me to calculate how many hands I see, so I'm just going to estimate that it's pretty much every single man here.

"So, now for the ladies, the same question. How many of you, if there were no consequences like getting pregnant or it's your time of the month or whatever, how many of you would honestly want sex every single day?"

Barely a dozen arms went up, and most of them were tentative.

I smiled and nodded, knowing that they could see my face projected up onto the big screen behind me.

"Just as I thought. And thank you, you've all proved my point. Most men want it all day every day, and most women don't.

"Betas like me, or Sissies if you prefer, we are the perfect solution for the over-population on this planet. Because we've already established that most men just want to fuck anything that moves, anything they can get their dicks into, that's just as obvious as the sky is blue, right? And, as I explained earlier, because Betas don't have ovaries and don't have wombs we can't get pregnant. Ever. So not only do we retain that constant male attribute of always wanting sex, all the time, but unlike most of the women on the planet we won't be sprogging out babies nine months later.

"Most men complain that their wives or girlfriends don't put out often enough, and therefore Betas are the obvious and easiest answer to that. And at the same time, most women complain that the men in their lives constantly hound them for sex, and, once again, Betas are the obvious answer to that as well. It's a win-win for everybody. Men could literally have all the sex they want, and women won't have to pretend anymore or fake headaches or whatever excuses you all come up with to not have sex, and then we as a species can begin to control our population problems! Easy peasy! Betas are the answer to our over-population.

"Sissies will save the world."

THE END