Rebalance Extender Nightmare
Jeb’s pension had vanished when the mine went bankrupt. He had been getting by on food banks and shifts as a grocery bagger. The Rebalance Extender literature looked like a good way out. A fat check for his house and five years rent-free to spend it. Sure, at the end, he would pay with his manhood, but he’d be 20 again and belong to some rich man. Likely living in his mansion and pampered by his staff. So he signed the papers.
The first 5 years were all he dreamed. Financial security and enough to have some fun. Then the day came to be rebalanced.
Jeb emerged as “Becky” and Becky’s breeding steward is fetish club for radical misogynists. She is never allowed to speak. The way she is dressed, and treated are constant dehumanizing reminders that she is now property. Every day, she is passed around pleasing club members. Every night she sleeps in a cage hoping that she is pregnant so they will let her out of her corset.
Inside Becky’s mind, Jeb wishes he had never signed.