True Nature
Chapter 1: Fear
by Soph
Author's Note: This story is set in the Fall of Women universe by fellow ROM user AlectaShadow. I highly recommend her work, which is so good that it inspired me to try my hand at this kind of writing myself. Nevertheless, I think True Nature can stand on its own, as the first chapter is largely built to set the scene for the rest of the story.
Also, as a content warning I should note that this story deals with very heavy themes, including self-harm, emotional manipulation, gender-dysphoria, sexual-slavery, etc, so if that sounds potentially triggering or just isn't your jam please take note before reading any further. Also, some of the actions taken by my characters are vile, and I in no way endorse them. Fantasy ≠ reality, and in reality the personal autonomy of all people is as sacred as anything can be.
Finally, I just want to say that I love it when other people find joy in what I make, so if you find my story here does that for you please feel free to leave a comment :)
Sabrina
If you had told me a few months ago that I would soon willingly lock myself up in a cabin miles from civilization, spending hours each day with only the callous chatter of my own inner thoughts to keep me company, I would have thought they were as mad as I was.
I hadn’t exactly been living the dream before the payload hit, before I and billions of other women were hit by a hypnotic conditioning mind virus designed to rob us of our agency and make us into Stepfordized parodies, but that ongoing little apocalypse certainly hasn’t helped matters. The old enemy of gender-dysphoria certainly hasn't stopped rearing its head either though, and I’d never say this outloud but… the fact that the program recognized me as a target for enslavement, as a woman, did at least put a slight spring in my step…
The existential horror of my own mind aside, I can at least take comfort in Alfred’s visits. We’ve known each other since grade school and he’s always been such a great friend to me, but he’s really stepped up over the past few weeks. When the payload hit, he offered to hide me away in his summer cabin in order to keep me safe, protect me from this wild world…
I don’t know how long I have left as myself, I don’t think any woman does anymore; but I do know I’ll remember his face, the sheer determination to help me even when I was still processing how vulnerable I now was… how vulnerable I always will be now…
Mhnmmmmmm
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Prick!
Winces in pain
… Sorry about that. Being cooped up in here for so long with my own thoughts and the conditioning, I’ve tried to resist but sometimes my will just isn't strong enough, and in those cases I snap myself out of it with the help of a small pin I’ve started carrying around with me.
It sounds bad I know, but, well, desperate times call for desperate measures.
I just hope they’re enough in the end…
That I’m enough in the end.