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Excerpt from the Wikipedia entry for “The Free Territories”
The Free Territories are a decentralized confederation of states in the New England region of the former United States of America. Following the dissolution of the United States of America in 2034, the states of Connecticut, Rhode Island, New York, Vermont, and Massachusetts formed a loose confederation known as the Free Territories in order to project their economic and political might more effectively. Throughout the 2040s they increasingly became the main economic power in the former United States. The Free Territories have come to adopt a number of peculiar reforms, most notably including the legalization of romantic and sexual relationships between adults and minors, humans and animals, and members of the same family.
A Background
I was born in 2040 in the Free Territories only a couple of years after its founding. Like many of the Territories’s citizens, my parents had immigrated there in order to pursue the hyper-sexual lifestyle that its unique laws afforded. They had planned on raising a large, incestuous family, becoming some of the first people to do it legally, unfortunately I was the only child that my parents were ever able to have. As disappointed as my parents were, their love for me was in no way diminished, and I had a very happy childhood.
Although I was born a boy, my parents both wanted a girl, and so they treated me as a girl from birth, (an extremely uncommon arrangement back then!) insisting that I wear girls' clothing to school and use the girls restroom, and going to lengths to make sure that everyone around me respected the gender identity that they had chosen. My parents were also among the first generation of parents to embrace the laws and culture of the Free Territories, so I was exposed to sex literally from birth– my mom was sucking my dad’s cock while she pushed me out. It took me until the age of four to really understand the significance of sex, that was when my father took my anal virginity and also when I fucked my mother for the first time, both transcendental experiences. From then on I’ve been something of a nymphomaniac.
When puberty rolled around my parents were still harboring a lingering guilt for choosing my gender with the express purpose of making me into their sex object, so they allowed me to decide for myself whether to go on hormone blockers and then go through female puberty or to forgo the rest of my transition and begin living as a man. Having lived as a female from birth, femininity was as natural to me and as it was to any other woman so I started female puberty rather than going through what would have been effectively another transition.
Besides being raised as a girl I had a fairly normal childhood for a kid in the Free Territories, full of acts that would be called depraved elsewhere in the world, but otherwise bog standard. I graduated from high school with reasonably good but unremarkable grades, and I decided to stay in the Free Territories for university, going to a state school for education. The day before I left I got drunk with my parents in celebration, and my father confessed to me that if I had been born a girl he would have bred me in order to give him and my mom more children, but because I couldn’t get pregnant he was happy to cut me loose and allow me to pursue my own life, maintaining a more typical parent-child relationship.
Even without the culture shock of moving outside of my home territory, I had a hard time adjusting to university life. I had always been introverted, preferring to spend time with adults rather than kids my age, and had few friends growing up. I was the same in college, but without the support system of my parents I quickly became much more lonely than I had ever been.
Sex became inaccessible to me as I withdrew into my own little world, and I waded through semester after semester, just trying to keep my head down and get my degree finished. In my senior year I started to desperately crave sexual fulfillment, so much so that I resorted to successively more elaborate methods of masturbation in order to work out my desires. After several months of experimentation I realized my love for toilet play which I achieved solo by diapering and relieving myself in public. Toilet play was at that point a growing but not widely accepted fetish within the Free Territories, so people didn’t tend to take very kindly to me pissing in public, or messing my diaper during class, but I didn’t have many friends to lose, so I engaged in it happily. The transgression only made it more gratifying.
Although I had a more fulfilling senior year of college, happiness continued to allude me, and I looked forward to a fresh start as soon as I graduated. There was this married guy in my primary school sex education seminar who would bring in his ten year old bride for class projects. She was gorgeous, always wearing revealing tops and tight leggings, and I started to daydream about finding my own child bride to marry and start a family with. I knew by this point that I was a pedophile like my parents, but I had never seriously considered my relationship prospects, or my future at all. However, as a massive life change loomed in front of me, I realized that I couldn’t spend the rest of my life as a lonely, sex deprived bachelorette, I had to pursue actual success in my life beyond moment to moment existence.
The spring before I graduated I lined up a job teaching middle school history in Boston and spent the last of my savings lining up a small studio apartment next to a train station downtown, and spent the summer setting up my new classroom at Elwood Middle School and furnishing my first permanent apartment. Hopefully, better things were ahead.