Bimbo Lottery Anxiety""

               "Bimbo Lottery Anxiety"

       "No, let me up," I yelled as I was wheeled down the hall to the surgery room. I was strapped down to a gurney unable to stop them.

       "It's OK Geoff, just relax. National Social Service A&M boys and girls have to have that special look and breast are one of the most import parts of that look."

       "No please don't do this."

       "Geoff, we have had this talk already several times," the nurse said as I was now in the operating theatre.

       The doctor pulled the sheet back to reveal my breast were already enhanced to D-Cups from previous procedures and forced hormone treatments.

       "Ok everyone let's get started.  Geoff, we are going to enhance these breast once again to DD-cups," the female doctor said holding her hands up while a nurse put gloves on her. "While we are at it we will also be putting tubes in the nipples to keep them permanently erect and extended. We should be able to get you to the minimum standard requirements with this procedure."

       "Please stop," I cried as final preparations were made. 

       "It's all about the look Geoff, you know this," the nurse said as the others smiled. "You will have beautifully round large breast when we are done."

       "I'm not a woman," I pleaded

       "No, and you're not a man either. You are a Bimbo."

       "No!" I yelled as I woke up to a dark room. I sat up in my bed quickly. I cupped my chest with both hands. All was normal. I was in my own bedroom and I was breathing heavily and sweating. I had just had another nightmare about all this Bimbo Lottery. 

       I looked at the clock and it was 4:30 AM. I opened my computer and another group of numbers had compiled on the official site. They were all mixed together men and women. No way to tell them apart but I could tell my number wasn't one of them so I was still a possible pick to be a male Bimbo.

      I had a hard time sleeping all week. None of the guys I knew still had there numbers in the Bimbo Lottery as it was called on the street. I was telling all of them and my friends and family that my number had been pulled already, early on and I was clear, but the truth was it was desperately close to the end and I'm still in. I desperately didn't want that fate to fall on me. The final group of numbers that could eliminate me would be pulled at 6:00AM. Those that were left after that, well we would know who we were.

     I looked out the window and reflected if I could have done things differently. I had received a summons, like so many other men and women, hand delivered saying I had to register for this lottery about six months ago. I had to go down to the government building and wait to be seen. I was required to strip and I was examined, asked to say phrases, my face looked, my picture taken several times, as well as being interviewed by several people about how I felt the National Social Service Acquisition and Maintenance programs. I was kept nude through the interviews by the way.

     Those that had ignored the summons or just refused to register were eventually picked up by the National Social Service A&M and taken into custody. They were then processed downtown and issued numbers. Many were picked up at their jobs, handcuffed and led away. It was really better to accept the summons I thought, they were going to do it anyway. 

     Only four guys I knew of were required to register and had their names put into the Bimbo selection process. We were all teased by some guys that knew we had to register, which pissed us off. We didn't ask to be put in the Bimbo Lottery, but everyone knew that the young man that was selected would be dressed like a Bimbo woman and that thought was hilarious to a lot of guys that weren't in the selection process themselves.

     One of them told me if I was more of a man I would have never been considered. That hurt, and maybe he's right, but I didn't want to be made a sexual object of male arousal any more than he did. The only difference was it was late in the process and my name was still being considered and he was not even required to register in the first place. 

     The girls were different. I knew at least a dozen girls that had to submit their names, and there were many more that I didn't know.

      Everyday someone new gave a huge sigh of relief as the numbers kept coming out in blocks about every half hour. I just knew my number would be next. It had to be. I didn't want to be a Bimbo.

      Why do they want male Bimbos? What do they do? Nobody really had good answer, but there was a lot of horror stories about male Bimbos being processed on the government's money and then sold on the slave market to wealthy bidders. Even tales of customizing the Bimbo's behavior for the new owner. They were silly stories, but for someone still on the list like me, I was having nightmares about those stories, and the longer I was on the list the more intense those dreams became.

       I got a group text from Ellen at 5:00 AM. She was in my circle of friends that was still on the possible Bimbo list.

       "Thank god. My number just came up. I'm off the list. Thanks to all for your support during those scary times."

       I texted her as did many others that it was great she had been dismissed and wouldn't be asked again.

      At 6:00AM the final numbers were posted. I desperately searched for my number, but it wasn't there. A sudden chill overwhelmed me.

      I had only been at work for thirty minutes when I was called into the bosses office. A very attractive middle aged woman was there to greet me.

      "Hi Geoff, I'm with the National Social Services Acquisition and Maintenance Department." she gave a pleasant smile. "I think you know why we are here, so if you don't mind please strip out of all your clothes and place them in this bag. Then put these shoes on."

      She handed me a pair of red patent 6" spike heels. I looked at her in a stunned gaze.

      "Do you want some help? Get those clothes off now," she said with authority.

      I did as I was told with a little help from a guy that was with her. Once I was naked she looked at me, "And now put on the shoes," she said.

      I slipped one on then the other. My feet felt controlled and bent in the heels.

      "Now, I'm going to put this leather hood on your head. I want you to cooperate so we can get out of here as soon as possible. Got it?"

      I sat still and felt a sense of fear when the leather hood was pulled over my head and then my face. She laced it very tight and then pulled an buckled the straps. A gag was pulled across my mouth and a leather blindfold fastened over my eyes. A posture collar was placed around my neck.

      "Stand up please," she said and I was helped to my feet.

      My hands were cuffed behind my back. I stood for a moment naked, hooded in red high heels. Then slowly I was urged forward. I was being led out of the office and escorted through the employee area to the exit. All my work friends were witnessing this and I felt mortified in the hood.

     I felt myself stepping outside the building and many questions were being asked. It was reporters covering the Bimbo's as they were being discovered.

     People that were standing around watching were of mixed emotions. Some were amused and others out right laughing. Others were shocked at what they saw and the fact they knew why I was being led away like this.

    One woman was crying. Her daughter who was newly married had been picked up earlier that same morning, to be processed.

     "This is Geoff. He's 20 years old," the woman said to the recorders and reporters. "He was selected by the National Social Service Acquisition and Maintenance program to serve in our efforts to keep our community standards and social passions elevated and in check. We only selected one male this time. We are now taking him down to be processed. You won't believe what he looks like when you see him next time."

      "What about his rights and why is he being perk walked naked," a reporter asked.

      "As of six this morning his legal status deferred to us. So his rights are the same as all the other Social Service. Even though he is not trained or refined as a true National Social Service A&M selection would be, he is not being perked walked. He is being put on display. Didn't you think he was lovely coming out of the building? Nothing illegal about being exposed nude, showing the penis and testicles in public when you're in the Service."

     She closed the car door and we pulled away.

     She was not kind to me. I was just a scared young man that was about to be processed and programmed to suit other people's needs and desires.