Once I served the ladies, I was told to join them. So I sat down on an easy chair. One of the watchers was talking.
"You see Emily? The group of which we are part is international in scope and is formed of many women."
Emily blinked. "I don't get it Why do you need an organization that size?"
"Our problem has reached almost epidemic status. The feminine gender is, unfortunately, undermined and made a mockery of, by far too many women who have been convinced that ehy should project a 'bimbo' image. This is picked up by many males. They assume that because some women accept this status, they all deserve to be treated like nitits. Many of these men then proceed to go overboard - and that's when we're brought in."
"Like gender cops?" Emily laughed.
"You mi9ght laugh, but that's really a pretty good description. The only problem is that we can't jail those macho bastards and we're certainly not going to execute them, so we feminize them"
"Yeah, I can see that that might humiliate them," Emily argued. "But what happens after you leave? Don't they just revert to being assules again? You can't make them feminine forever/" Then her eyes widened. "Unless of course you surgically change them?"
One of the watchers shook her head. "Some of the sissies we make actually want to be surgically operated on, but they must request it and spend some time with our counselors to make sure that they're not being coerced into it by their mistresses. We don't allow them to elect surgery until this review has been performed."
"Their mistresses?" Emily asked.
"Oh yes. Every sissy is taught that all women are superior to him and that he's there to obey them, but he has one special Mistress who rules."