NEW VIX STORY: MY FAVORITE THING TO WEAR by Tony Lee Gomes email me at gino2008@myway.com Welcome to VIX! The female-dominated planet of the far future! SOME BACKGROUND: This story takes place on a faraway planet, a futuristic world, more than 4000 years from now. This world is inhabited by human beings. In some ways they are similar to us, but in many ways they are vastly different from the humans of today.About 1,000 years before the start of this story, robot-controlled "sleeper ships" from a dying Earth landed on a new, inhabitable world, 88 light years away, in the Gamma Lyrae IX Solar System. When the robotic piloting system awakened the cryogenically-frozen humans on board, they called the new world"Clairvis", meaning "Clear View", for the gorgeous blue skies and clear air, the open, flat terrain, and the wide expanses of ocean.Gradually, the humans developed a thriving colony, and signaled to other sleeper-ships from earth to come to the new world. In all, 31 ships landed on Vix, with human colonists from the USA, Canada, the United Kingdom, Sweden, Ireland, the Netherlands, Serbia, Italy, Brazil, Venezuela, Turkey, Lebanon,Vietnam, Angola, and Tahiti.Then, 177 years after the last colonists landed, a group of female supremacist geneticists, under the veil of a secretive state-run corporation called GENEX, took over the government, and the planet was renamed Vix.These feminist geneticists, aided by a few men, had a plan to change humanity forever. Their goal was a humanity where the female sex would lead, and males would follow. A humanity where female superiority and male inferiority would be so ingrained, it would be burned into people's genetic makeup and hardwired into their brains - guaranteeing a female-run society.Now, Old Earth is ancient history -- its civilization destroyed by war, pestilence and strife -- but the genetically-engineered descendants of humans live on, here on the planet Vix!Within eight generations, GENEX sliced and diced the human genome, cutting and pasting genes according to a master plan to transform the human race forever. And they succeeded in genetically engineering the planet's people into a new race. A female-dominated race.Vixan women are built like Amazons -- tall, strong, and athletic. They range in height from 5'11" to about 6'6", with the average height of an adult woman being about 6'2". Their brains are hardwired to be more logical and stronger at mathematics and spatial and analytical reasoning than the brains of Vixanmales.Vixan women have broad shoulders, long legs, strong arms, and although the "secondary sex characteristic" of breasts has been preserved, their breasts do not give milk and their nipples are not "erogenous zones" for sexual pleasure -- because Vixan females are not the nurturing sex. Furthermore, Vixan females have been forever freed of pregnancy and childbirth. The genetic coding for a uterus has been completely wiped clean from the female genome, meaning that Vixan females are incapable of getting pregnant and having babies the normal, old-fashioned way. They have no uterus! So although Vixan males and females have a lot of sex through normal vaginal intercourse, sexual intercourse is purely for recreation! Reproduction is handled through artificial fertilization of the oocyte (egg cell) in a laboratory, by sperm cells. And this allows GENEX, the government genetic authority, to design "genetically engineered" babies.Gestation of babies therefore takes place in public laboratories called "gestatoria", where newborninfants are born, then sent to "childorms" to be reared by male nannies called "chatties".Vixan males are shorter and physically weaker than their females. Vixan adult males range in height from 5'0" to 5'8", with their average adult height being about 5'5". Vixan males have a penis, moustache hair (though no beard hair), some body hair and no breasts, like the males of Old Earth.But don't think Vixan males are too much like the men of Old Earth! Instead, these are really a brave new breed of males! And they have been designed and built especially for this female-dominated planet of the future.GENEX wanted Vixan males to feel their physical inferiority, to experience it organically, intuitively, and intimately. Ultimately, GENEX wanted Vixan males to enjoy their inferiority!But how to do that?GENEX devised an answer. The New Males of Vix would have narrow, pert shoulders and broad, curvaceous hips. Broader hips and bigger buttocks than their women. With their voluptuous, hourglass-shaped figures designed for one thing -- passion -- Vixan males are slaves to their sexual desires. They are hardwired to love their predicament and to love their bodies. And they are hardwired to lust after the tall, beautiful, athletic Amazons who run their government, fight their wars, fly their spaceplanes, and dominate their planet.And it's no longer just Vix - because the women of Vix are natural explorers - they are curious and daring. They are ambitious and inventive, and have built and designed a new fleet of fast gravomag-powered space vessels, with which they've expanded their new Vixan civilization outward, to other planets in the Gamma Lyrae IX Solar System.Now, not only Vix, but also the planets Gamelon, Sylvania, and Paradys are inhabited by Vixan women and men. And there are beautiful, inhabited moons, too - New Bethel and Cygnet and Denara. And in space, orbiting these planets and moons, are vast, woman-made satellite cities, where people live intechnological splendor assisted by artificial gravity.And now, the latest story from VIX - *********Hi. I'm Apollonia Taormina. Most people call me Loni. I'm a 30 year-old househusband.My favorite thing to wear is a black one-shoulder top like the one pictured. Except in clingy black lace. And it also has to leave my midriff bare. It extends to a couple of inches above my belly-button, so I can show off my navel ring. I think the clingy black lace looks really cool. And I love the fact that it leaves my shoulder bare. Because I'm proud of my shoulders. They're narrow and masculine. When I reach up to kiss my wife, I love the feeling because I can push my little male shoulders up against her broader female shoulders and I feel so cool, I feel so dainty. I feel sexy and protected. And just knowing she can see my little shoulders ... my bare, pert little shoulder all naked and ready for her. When she sees my black hair brush against my little, narrow bare shoulder, she must think I'm feeling hot and passionate, and that I'm ready to attack her. She must look down on me and think that I'm just like any typical man, I'm hot and passionate and I can't control myself. And she's right!Over my black lace one-shoulder top sometimes I'll wear a sheer little organza wrap, like the one pictured. But in black, instead of that white one. The black one goes with my black one-shoulder top. Just think of how cute the little organza wrap would be over my top. I'd wear it when I go out, as a little "jacket" . Ha ha! It's supposed to cover me up but look how sheer it is, picture it in sheer black, it just covers me a little, and it's so delicate! The little lace flowers ... in black ... would be so pretty draped over my bare shoulder. The sheer nylex would feel so delicious against my skin. I like this little sheer, organza wrap because it would emphasize how narrow and delicate my shoulders are. Not like a girl's broad shoulders! No, my shoulders are those of a man, narrow and pert. Narrower than hers, of course. And she'd look down at me and see my dainty little shoulders in that tight, black lacy wrap, and just looking at me she'd probably think something like, "He's just a typical little man, he's delicate like every man. His shoulders are so small and delicate. I guess it's the female's role to protect the male." And I'd love that because that's just what I wanted her to think! She wouldn't be able to avoid thinking it's her role to protect me. Maybe if we reach a puddle, she'll pick me up and carry me over it! Maybe if we reach a fence, she'll pick me up and carry me over the fence! Maybe if there's ever a fire she'll pick me up and carry me out of the building! I'll feel so thrilled because a big, strong girl does need to treat her man that way. What else are girls for, right? My favorite pants would be the dresspants, like the ones pictured. Okay, black to go with my black lace top and the little black lace organza wrap! Now, remember, I'm a Vixan male. We Vixan males have what is called an "hourglass" shape. Okay, we have skinny waists and broad hips. Okay, it's a "pear shape" ! Narrow waist, broad hips, big ass. That's what a man is built like on Vix. We're built to shake it! And we Vixan males wear our pants tight around our natural-born curves! But those dresspants ... they're the most awesome style! They're all the rage for Vixan guys. And see how wide and flowing the legs are? You're probably asking, if Vixan guys like to wear their pants so tight ... skin tight, to hug their curves ... why are the legs so wide? How does that work? Well the nylex material is the coolest thing! It hugs a man's curves ... his hips and ass ... and flows so delicately around the legs. That's because the nylex stretches. It's stretch nylex. Look at how Vixan men are built. Big hips, big thighs, big butt. So the dresspants stretch around our bigger parts. They're tailored to hang straight down around the legs, but cut very wide around the legs so they billow and flow. And the material is so light and delicate that it just flutters in the breeze, all around your legs. And the legs are cut long, so only your toes poke out at the bottom! How cool is that, because you have to wear some killer heels with those dresspants! Hot, stiletto-heeled sandals like the ones pictured. Now, that's an outfit because the pants are so long. They're so elegant and flowing ... kind of like a gown back on Ancient Earth, when women were the weaker sex and wore those things called gowns, with their high heels!Hmmm - I'm glad we're not on Ancient Earth anymore, where men had to act all tough and strong, because the men were taller and physically stronger than the women! Can you imagine that? That would suck! I don't want to be taller and stronger than a female! I like where men are now, shorter and weaker. And back in the old days on Ancient Earth, the men were kind of in control of the government and everything. The men ran things! Ewww, I would hate to live like that! Now the females are taller and stronger, and they're smarter than men in most things ... like mathematics and reasoning and all that -- and because of that, it's the women who have to run everything for us! And I like that, because it allows us men to enjoy ourselves so much more! Okay, we do have to do all that housework ... all the cooking and cleaning -- but that's what we're made for, I guess ... the male sex is not as smart as the female sex here on Vix. I mean, we've left the old world of Ancient Earth behind. We're a new species! And I'm so glad we are because we Vixan men get to enjoy ourselves a lot more. Women think differently than men. They're more logical. According to the scientists who study the brain, Vixan women think in a rational way. Vixan men ... ha ha! We're not so rational! We think with our emotions! And with our cocks! But I'm so glad Vixan males don't have to run our society and the government, and all that technology that women love so much! What happens on Vix is that the women dream up all that those inventions and technological gadgets and stuff, and they and run all that technology, and I'm glad because it makes men's lives so much easier. Like skycars. I love to just sit back and relax while my wife flies the skycar. She knows how to fly it because she's the woman, and I sit back and enjoy the ride because I'm the man. That's how things are on Vix! The women are comfortable with their roles and we men are comfortable with our roles. Hmmm - you can say that the girls are in charge of the government, the technology, and all that stuff, and men are in charge in the home. Like, last weekend my wife invited three of her friends over our place, to go out and play their weekly volleyball game ... the girls play on a team at my wife's law firm. They were getting ready to go play another team of girls, from another law firm. My friend Nikki was there too, helping me cook lunch. He's Jennifer's husband. Jenny is one of the girls on my wife's team. And so these girls came to our apartment and after I served them lunch, they got up. And they took out a volleyball and started, like, practicing right there in our living room! These girls were, like, tossing the volleyball around, throwing it back and forth to each other! Right in the house! So, I put my foot down! Nikki and I looked at the girls from where we were standing in the kitchen. I was just standing their wiping my greasy hands on my white chiffon apron, amazed at how four overgrown little girls ... all like, 6'2" , 6'3" ... were all dashing around in their volleyball uniforms with the little short shorts and the T-shirts and the athletic shoes ... all playing inside the house, like a bunch of 12 year-old schoolgirls! So I, like, put my hands on my hips and I stomped my little high-heeled sandal on the kitchen floor and said, "NO!" I shouted to my wife, Tiffany ... "NO!" I shouted to all of them and I said, "You girls will not play ball in the house!" I was so scared they would break a vase or something!Nikki was there with me and she couldn't believe it, either! But I guess this is what you have to put up with when you're a modern househusband ... you have to put up with the way Vixan women are, these days. They're nothing more than overgrown little girls, in so many ways! I walked over as fast as I could and grabbed Tiffany by the wrists! I looked up at her and kind of shouted very loudly, "No, Tiff! You don't play volleyball here in the house! You girls are gonna break something!" It's kind of hard when you're just an average 5'5" man trying to control four big athletic girls who are, like, all well over six foot tall. I mean, girls today are so crazy about sports that, as my friend Nikki said, when they get started playing their games they can't think of anything else. Nikki came into the living room to help me, we tried to get that volleyball away from those girls, but those girls are fast ... men can't keep up with them those long female legs. Imagine that, four lawyers, all university girls and all of them around 24 or 25, tossing a ball around and running around my living room in their little volleyball uniforms! So I'm standing there in my apron, grabbing at Tiffany's wrists, trying to keep her from tossing and hitting this stupid ball around the house ... I'm looking up at her and my face is probably all red, and I'm holding her wrists so hard and I'm kind of screaming and begging and pleading with her, right? Then the girls start teasing me and Nikki, they start throwing the ball over our heads and making us reach up to try to get it. But we're just men ... grown men don't jump around. Imagine me and Nikki ... I'm 30, he's 31 ... imagine two Vixan men, about 5'5" , or in our stiletto heels, what? Add four inches, so we're artificially 5'9" ? Trying to keep up with four girls who are all like 6'3" . Tiffany, my wife, is 6'3" . Actually she's 6'3" and a half. Almost 6'4" . And the other girls ... Jenny, Courtney, and Alexis ... they're all about the same. All in that neighborhood of between 6'2" and 6'4" . You know, that's, like typical for Vixan girls today. And they all have such long legs! I mean, you have to understand that Vixan women these days are built like that ... they're mostly leg! It sounds like a joke, but you don't really know how a Vixan girl is built until you see one in those little volleyball shorts. When they dress in their tight little sports outfits, you can see what the Vixan female is built for!Our modern girls here on Vix are built for sports like volleyball and basketball. They're built for physical action and competition. That must be why they love sports so much. They love to use those big, athletic, well-toned bodies of theirs!And we men don't mind looking! I mean, what man wouldn't get hot being around a bunch of strapping, good-looking, girls with all those long, gorgeous legs on display in those cute little skimpy sports outfits with those little short shorts? And those toned athletic bodies with all those pretty muscles ... mmmmm - . Delicious deltoids and those broad shoulders and their cute little female hips! When a Vixan man sees that, he just wants to look up into the girl's eyes and swoon! He just wants to fall into the girl's arms and say, "Take me away! Take me on your spaceplane and just fly me away, big girl, fly me to another planet, an asteroid somewhere, far away, just me and you, and let me have my way with you, sweetie!" Every man can dream! And that's what the modern Vixan man dreams about! But if he's lucky, he has that every night, in the privacy of his own bedroom, with his girl. He has her broad shoulders and her little female hips and her long, gorgeous lanky legs and her toned athletic body right there in the bedroom and he can do whatever he wants to all of it. And he can feel so delicate and masculine. He can play the male role ... the soft, emotional, passionate role. He can enjoy what it feels like to be a male. He can play his role and enjoy it, and he can make sure his big, strong girl plays her role. But the problem with the Vixan female today is that, although they're really smart and everything and they can run governments no problem, and they can invent all these technological gadgets that make our lives so much easier, and they're smart enough to run the world, they're incredibly immature when it comes to just acting like adults sometimes. They actually need the male of the species to tell them what to do. Like don't play volleyball in the house, or don't eat your breakfast on the floor in the exercise room. Or how to please me in bed. How to give me a tongue job and lick me really delicately, the way a man wants to be licked, rather than the way a girl thinks a man wants to be licked. Because girls don't know that much about the male organ. Sometimes they just don't understand that the penis is intimately connected to the man's brain. It's connected to his emotions and feelings and to all his male intuition. Connected to all those things that females will never understand. The female doesn't understand that the penis is like a delicate flower with thousands of individual petals. Millions of individual petals. All connected to his brain. And her tongue is something she can use to make every one of those petals feel alive and beautiful. She can make the man feel like a delicate flower. But to do this she has to make every one of those petals important. She has to tease them! She has to go into it wanting to tease and manipulate every little petal and the guy will feel so delicate! It's something no female could ever understand! He'll feel like her dainty little slave. Every male wants to feel like his girl is in control. A girl should take control of him, with her tongue, in the bedroom. Whenever her man wants it! That's how the female sex keeps the male sex in line!But when those girls were playing volleyball in my living room, Nikki and I needed to take control. But how do two petite little Vixan guys, in aprons and stiletto heels ... two typical, modern Vixan househusbands ... how do two males keep a team of big young volleyball players in line? Well, we have something in the apartment called an omnivox, which is like the computer system that controls all the lights and sound and temperature and stuff. And I yelled to the omnivox to start playing some music ... that new album by the Explosives. I love that band! Then Nikki and I tore our aprons off. I threw my apron right into Tiffany's face! Nikki threw his apron right into Jennifer's face! I told the omnivox to crank the music up so loud, no one could hear anyone ... even if we were screaming. Which we were!And we started dancing right there, in front of the girls. I stood in front of Tiff, and I gyrated my hips like I was going insane. Nikki was bumping and grinding his hips in front of Jenny. We got so into the music, we forgot about the stupid volleyball. I shouted to the omnivox to dim the lights, and put the strobe lights on. The girls couldn't play with their volleyball anymore, in the dark with the strobe lights on. And Tiffany couldn't turn off the Explosives or up the lights because the omnivox in our house is set to respond only to my voice when I give it a certain command code. That's one of the many privileges of being a Vixan male ... things like having an omnivox set to take orders from the man of the house, above the female. It's one of the privileges of being a Vixan househusband. There are many. And new ones are coming into force all the time. Like how Tiffany's salary from work is wired into my account. That's by law ... the law was passed five years ago. "The husband makes most purchasing decisions, so the husband shall control the salary earned by his wife." All these great laws were, of course, passed by our female politicians. On Vix, all the politicians are female, of course. But they pander to the male vote. Men can vote at age 16. Girls can't vote until they're 22, because women mature later than men do. So guess what? That means there's a lot more male voters! More male voters voting on things that will affect them throughout life. Like when they get married!Isn't being a Vixan male cool? Isn't being a househusband in our modern society the best?I love being a househusband! Being a househusband on Vix rules! So I looked up at Tiffany and I shouted, "Dance with me, big girl!" I looked up into her big, baby-blue eyes and I pulled off my little black wrap. I pulled it off my shoulders and I threw it on the couch like I just didn't care. I slapped my big ass and I looked up at her and shouted, "Tonight ... you're mine!" Tiff looked down at me, like, really angry or something. She looked like she resented me, resented me for using the omnivox against her. Nikki found the girls' volleyball rolling on the floor, and he gave it a good, swift kick off the balcony. It went sailing out and down, down, down. Down through the air about ... a mile? I don't know how far. Our apartment is on the 385th floor of the Metroplex.Then after the first song ended, I stopped the music and told the omnivox to turn the living room lights back up again. The girls were stunned. But Alexis and Courtney were just laughing. "Hey, Tiffany?" I said, looking up at my gorgeous wife. Her blonde hair was all tousled, her blue eyes were wide with disbelief. "Can't play volleyball now, can you? Nikki kicked the ball away!" I spun around, facing the other girls. I put my hands on my hips. I stuck out one leg, cocking my high heel on the ground, rocking my foot up and down the way I do when I'm lecturing Tiffany about something. "Courtney! Alexis! Jenny!" I said. "All you girls were acting ... " "Just like girls," said Nikki. "You were all just being typical girls." "So we men just had to exert some male authority," I said. "If you girls are gonna act like adolescents, we'll treat you like adolescents!" "Yeah," said Nikki. "Courtney, if Toni were here, he'd make you take him home for acting like that. He'd keep you at home the whole weekend! Moving furniture or something in the apartment! And Alexis, if Jona saw you behaving like that in his living room, he'd probably forbid you to watch any sports on the Hive for a month!" "Now all you girls, you go back to the dining room table and Nikki and I will get your desert. If you can behave!" "I need my apron!" Nikki said.Jenny looked at him. "Don't look at me! You threw it at me." "And you pick it up, Jennifer!" He stomped one of his stiletto-heeled sandals on the ground with a "clack!" I swear, Nikki looked so cool standing there angry, glaring up at his wife and yelling at her like that. Jennifer is 25 and has pretty red hair, and aquamarine eyes, and is as tall as my girl, Tiffany ... almost 6'4" . Nikki's shoulder-length, jet black hair was all messed up. His expressive black eyes flashed, and his nostrils flared above his jet black moustache. And he was wearing big, gold-metallic hoop earrings ... kind of like the ones I was wearing ... only mine were silver-metallic. And of course, both Nikki and I had tattoos encircling our upper left arms ... our marital tattoos, delicate vinelike designs decorating our bare arms, indicating we are married men. Showing the world we're Vixan househusbands. Nikki is about my height ... 5'6" or so. His sky blue dresspants hugged his broad, very voluptuous hips and big rear end like a second skin. Nikki and Jennifer made such a perfect pair of modern Vixans, it was almost humorous.Jennifer dutifully picked Nikki's apron off the floor. "Good girl!" Nikki said. "Now be a sweetie and tie it around my waist. Apollonia and I are all tired out running around trying to control you girls. Right, Apollonia?" "Right, Nicola," I said, using his full first name.Jennifer stood behind Nikki and tied the apron strings around her husband's bare, narrow waist. Like me, Nikki was wearing a midriff-revealing blouse. He had a little gold navel ring in his bellybutton, too ... similar to mine. Nikki crooked his head backward and up at his wife's face, as she adjusted the strings of his apron. Their faces were close together now. Jennifer's lush, strawberry-blonde hair cascaded down, dangling near her husband's face, almost brushing his big dark eyes, his nose, his black moustache. Nikki crooked his head further backward."Pull the strings tighter, sweetie," Nikki said, his voice hushed and, all of a sudden, hoarsely sexy. Jennifer obeyed her man, tying the strings into a knot.Nikki, still looking backward, with Jenny's hair pouring into his face, whispered, "How do I look back there, sweetie?" "It's just a knot. Nothing fancy," said Jennifer."I don't mean the apron strings, babydoll," said Nikki voice subdued. "I mean my ass. Are my dresspants on straight? Or are my jockstring lines showing?" Jenny looked down at her husband's big, round derriere."No. Looks normal," she said."Do these pants make me look fat?" He looked down toward his buttocks."No! Not at all!" "I wish I was a girl, sometimes! You girls never have to worry about your asses not fitting into your clothes!" Nikki looked at me. "Right, Loni?" "What?" "Don't you wish you were a girl, sometimes?" "I don't wish I was a girl. I like being a man! Curves and all!" "But what happens when you eat too much ice cream? Your curves get ... too curvy!" "Honey, there's a time and a place for dieting, but I'm not about to give up my sour cherry ice cream! With plenty of vanilla cream! And besides, you've got a nice little slim waist, Nikki. So do I. We're men, we're supposed to have big hips and butts." "Yeah, you're right." "That's one of the things that makes being a man fun. Would you really want to be built like a girl ... long legs, small hips, small ass? Sure, it's great for running and jumping around, but what advantages does it give you when the lights go out?" I smiled. I looked up at Tiffany."When the lights go out, Nikki, you want to feel like a man. How can you be there rolling in the sheets with a gorgeous, big athletic specimen like that" ... I pointed at Jennifer ... and not want to feel like you're the man?" I put my hands on my broad hips again, and gyrated my hips, grinding them around a bit. "And to feel like a man, you have to feel your curves!" I emphasized each of the last three words with an ostentatious bump and grind of my hips.I tossed my head, looked up at Tiffany."Right, Tiff?" I said.She was standing there, holding my apron."I don't want to be built like a girl. All tall and lanky and long-legged, with muscles. Like you!" Nikki laughed. He grabbed his wife by the wrists, pulled her in. He reached up and kissed her on the lips. "Now you put that apron on me, Tiffany. Just like Jenny tied Nicola's apron on him." I angled my big buttocks in Tiffany's direction, and slapped my hand against the skin-tight, black nylex with a "whack!" "Tie me up, big girl!" I giggled, uncontrollably.As Tiffany obliged, I looked at Nikki. "Girls!" I sighed. "A man needs to be tied up occasionally, but for a modern househusband to keep his wife under control, she has to know where his apron strings are - at all times!" Both Nikki and I giggled.Tiffany pulled at my white chiffon apron strings. As her luscious blonde hair dangled into my face, I craned my neck backward and whispered, "I need you to be my babydoll tonight! So don't wear yourself out on the volleyball court today, big girl!" And I swiveled around, arched my head upward to meet her lips, and kissed her passionately.