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An Anonymous Commission

When James, Leo, and Kamal are forced to enroll in their college home economics class to make up for grade deficiencies, they think the whole thing will be easy and mock the class relentlessly. Annoyed, their professor chooses the three of them for a special maternity experiment with a ‘simulated pregnancy’ belly; if they do so, they will automatically pass. Little do they know that she is actually a witch, and their growing bellies and feminising features are all too real . . .

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Part 1: Home Economics

The trio of young men could barely believe what class they were in. Home Economics. What kind of college even offered home economics in the year 2025 anyway? Surely, at best, it was a little high school class for girls who had no other prospects other than getting pregnant as soon as they graduated. And yet, after James, Leo, and Kamal had failed their humanities subjects, this was all their college could actually offer them: a class for women. Even the pamphlets they’d been given when the administration told them that this was their “last chance” for a passing grade had listed the students as female.

“Any student taking this class can be proud of the everyday skills and house management experience she will gain from this course. Home Economics is perfect for any woman planning to work from home, raise children as the primary carer, or gain employment in social care and areas of employment featuring children.”

That was how the course was described, and it went on to list babycare, cooking, sewing, financing, house maintenance, first aid, and so on. And, of course, pregnancy health. The three of them groaned when they saw that, but James kept their spirits high as they approached the lecture theatre for their first lesson in the course. 

“No, this’ll be easy! We don’t have to worry about it at all, it’s just some easy chick course. I bet we can even score some pussy out of it, right?”

He had bright red hair and fair Caucasian skin with a smattering of freckles. His eyes were blue-green, and this rare eye-hair colour combination made him fairly attractive to the opposite sex, as did his impressive height and musculature. He wasn’t quite a jock, more of a gym nerd, and generally liked to prowl for women whenever he had free time.

Leo Eastman chuckled at this, reaffirmed slightly. He was a mixed-race African-American and Latino man, with curly black hair and handsome chocolate brown skin, and a smile that flashed white. He was charismatic in a ‘boyish good looks’ kind of way, but lacked James’ raw magnetism, and always had a bit of nervous, rather naive energy around him. It was very easy to peg him as a bit of a nerd, which he was. Videogames were his life.

“I guess it can’t be all bad, then,” he said, still a bit anxious. “I just - I mean, won’t people make fun of us?”

“Everyone will,” Kamal Gupta said, the last of their trio. “Especially my parents.”

He exhaled loudly, showing exactly how displeased he was with this outcome. “Bad enough that they are already trying to push me to find a good Indian girl to marry and make babies with, but now I’m learning how to take care of them? Ugh. This is fucking humiliating. I swear, I’m going to kill the first person that makes fun of me.”

He was a tall, thin-faced man with light olive skin and northern Indian heritage. His eyebrows were black and thick, and he wore a dark goatee that was always cleanly shaven. Despite his traditional upbringing, Kamal had a secret side: one filled with one-night stands. Whereas James still looked to go through girlfriends, Kamal simply liked sex. Just like he liked smoking. And drugs. And alcohol. Basically anything that would send his parents into absolute conniptions if they ever found out. He left it to his elder sister Lalita to be the good one of the family, nice and proper. 

“Look, I get that it’s not ideal,” James said, scratching the back of his head and shifting the red hairs around. “I’d preferred we hadn’t failed. But who’s fault was it that we all got drunk and missed the exam, Kamal?”

Kamal narrowed his eyes. “Don’t blame me. It was Leo that got the extra-strength beers instead of the regular ones.”

“Hey” Leo said, pouting. “You still drank them!”

“Whatever. We’re all to blame. It was you who failed to set the alarm, James.”

At this, the handsome ginger-haired man shrugged. “I improvise through life. Sometimes it works, sometimes it backfires. That’s just the attitude you’ve got to have, dudes. We can improvise our way through this lame home eco class. Sure, it’ll be a bit embarrassing, but I’m sure we’ll find some pussy to slay. I bet there’s a real hottie to make a girlfriend here.”

“You and your girlfriends,” Leo said.

“Says the man who can’t catch a date,” Kamal teased.

“You don’t get dates either? You just have sex!”

Kamal observed some of the female students heading into the lecture theatre ahead. He observed one girl in particular, a beautiful dark-haired woman who looked to be older, perhaps in her early thirties. She had a figure to die for, and her hair went all the way to her ass, swaying gently with each step. Her dress was black with white flowery patterns upon it, and while it was professional, it also teased a goddamn bombshell of a figure. 

“You say ‘just sex’ as if it’s a bad thing,” he said, still staring at the woman as she entered. She even had glasses on; a personal fetish for him. “In fact, I think I’ve already found a woman I’d like to pursue.”

James chuckled. “Not if I can get her first. What a fucking hottie.”

Even Leo was a bit taken when he spotted her. “Wow. I hope the rest of the girls are as attractive as her.”

“They might be,” James laughed. “These are the kind of chicks that wanna be trophy wives and get knocked up. All they’ve got going for them is looks and sex.”

One woman turned her nose up as she passed. James blushed a little.

“Okay, strike out that one. Fuck.”

Leo and Kamal chuckled, and they entered the lecture theatre. It quickly became obvious that they were the only males in a surprisingly large class. There were at least fifty or more women present, and all were settling into place, talking with one another, forming little groups.

“Ooh, me likey,” Kamal said, gesturing to a cute South Asian gal near the front row. “Or maybe she’s looking at you, Leo?”

Leo cracked a nervous smile. “Maybe, just maybe. This could actually be a pretty good class, you know. My grandfather always said everyone should learn how to sew.”

“Yeah, ‘cause he was in Vietnam or something,” James said dismissively.

“I’m just saying, knowing how to cook and raise kids can’t be that bad. I mean, house maintenance and helping a pregnant partner? I wanna have kids one day!”

Kamal and James tittered at this. With the former being a sex hound and the latter being a ladies man, that often led Leo to being the butt of their combined jokes. It didn’t help that at nineteen years old, Leo was one year younger than them, making him the ‘baby’ of their little trio. The younger man deflated, but with a few joking slaps on his back and “tough it out!” comments, he was dragged up with them to the back of the lecture theatre. None of them would admit it out loud, but despite their comments to the contrary, they were actually quite nervous and perhaps even a little frightened, as men often are when they step into female-dominated spaces and no longer find themselves the centre of their own little world. A few women looked at them, others nodded approvingly, and some simply smirked and joked with their friends. It may have been something humorous, unconnected with their situation, but it still rankled James almost immediately.

“Fucking bitches,” he said under his breath, but even as he said it, he gave them a charming smile, displaying his skill for deception, especially when it came to women.

They sat in the back, readying their books, though neither Kamal nor James intended to actually write anything down. This was a ladies class on home eco, after all. What complexity and interest could it possibly have? Even the admin had made it out like this was just a quiet necessity to haul them over the line for the credits they needed to complete their courses. 

“Hey, where’s that hot chick with the long hair?” Kamal asked. “I’d love to learn how to clean up with her, if you two know what I mean.”

Leo and James chuckled, but were also scanning for the woman, who was the clear knockout of this group, which ranged from Plain Janes to Fat Uglies to Flat Racks to Girl-Next-Doors to Hot Bitches, according to James and Kamal’s ranking system for women.

And then she strode up onto the stage and took her spot behind the desk at the front of the lecture theatre, switching on the powerpoint. The three men’s jaws went slack as they realised the ten-out-of-ten beauty stepping up onto the stage was their professor. Even Leo, who was normally much more reserved in the way he treated women compared to his friends, found himself excited by the opportunities for ogling this presented for him.

“Hot damn, maybe this class will be worth it after all,” James whispered.

“Fuckin’ A,” Kamal said. 

“Wow,” Leo continued. “She’s beautiful . . .”

The professor adjusted her glasses and checked her microphone, and then began.

“Hello everyone, and thank you for beginning this journey with me. I am Professor Shanks, but you can just call me Eliza. I will be your lecturer and guide through Home Economics for the year, and I truly hope you get a lot out of it. This is a subject that is so often maligned throughout history, as we shall see. Men often scorn the science of home economics, and yet it is this science that has often allowed those same men to go on to do great things. The mothers who raise their children. The wives who cook the necessarily nutritious meals. The clothing that is mended. The schedules that are organised. The finances that are maintained. The budgets allocated. The chores endlessly attended to, thanklessly yet relentlessly, day in, day out. And yet these unsung heroes keep the world running, and now, finally, they are given their due.

“This course will teach you the arts of home economics. It will also teach you their history, their development, and their future. It will also show you that they are anything but boring, and give you an appreciation not only for the work we must all undertake in life, but also the ways in which it can be achieved with greater dexterity, rapidity, and satisfaction. Mastering home economics is a way for one to free up one’s life, to become independent, and to know how to truly live once the necessary duties of life have been met. It is not a subject to be underestimated. Let me make this clear; let no man tell you that this subject is unimportant. Not ever. Already, the world is changing, and we can see the trends of such change in this room right now. Hello back there, gentlemen! Please, I hope you will not be shy and hide away there all semester, for I am very happy to see men joining us for the first time ever. It’s great to see some male volunteers for this subject!”

James was happy to let this sit; he was thinking of playing the long game and woo as many women with his fake feminism as possible, but Leo and Kamal were not having it - the former because of his honesty and awkwardness, and the latter out of abject humiliation.

“Um, we were just forced to take this subject!” Leo announced.

“Yeah!” Kamal added, crossing his arms and giving an overly chauvinistic smirk down at the professor. “Just here for the grades, prof. Though I must say, the company isn’t that bad from where I’m looking.”

Her frown was immediate, and there even seemed to be a bit of flustered embarrassment on Eliza Shanks’ face. 

“I’m here of my own volition!” James announced. “I just really wanna know about women and their power and . . . stuff.”

The professor folded her arms. “Uh-huh. Well, that’s . . . disappointing. Still, I hope that you will come to appreciate this subject, as the other ladies in the class will. Let’s begin our formal lecture with a discussion about the workload expectations and assessment load, shall we?”

***

Over the next week, the trio of young men continued to attend their home economics lectures, even as they struggled to adapt. Kamal enjoyed ogling the professor, and even graffiti’d the nearby men’s toilet stalls with messages about how much he’d like to fuck her - anonymously, of course. James, on the other hand, was slowly shifting the group forwards, still feeling embarrassed about the course, but doing his best to chat to the women there. He was reasonably certain that he was putting on a good front for a cute Asian chick named Faye, who was pretty impressed that he was there to learn more about the importance of everyday women.

“What can I say?” he told her. “Women are really important to me. I can’t underestimate their contributions, you know?”

Leo could only roll his eyes. Truth be told, he was actually finding the content surprisingly interesting. The course was discussing the historical context of home economics first, going through the expectations of home management across time, the expectations applied to it, the revolutionary nature of modern technology in freeing up time for women, especially in the 1950’s post-war boom. The man had always knew he wanted a family with a nice girl down the line, and so he was actively taking notes, finding himself intrigued by the idea of how to support a woman and not leave her with, as the professor put it, the ‘emotional burden’ of not just house work, but continually being the one to have to assign it. 

“That wasn’t the worst lecture, right?” he said afterwards to Kamal and James as they exited. James had just said goodbye to Faye, getting her to blush as she rejoined her friends, while Kamal was making moves on some of the more vulnerable members of the class: he liked to seduce the less-good looking girls to make the more pretty ones jealous, an old pick-up artist move he excelled in.

“Please, that was all feminazi bullshit,” James said once they were in the clear. “This subject is the most pussy-pleasing nonsense imaginable. Can you believe all the assessments she outlined today?”

“I swear she’s doing it just to make it impossible for us guys,” Kamal said. “I swear, that lady just needs to get laid. I’d be willing to fuck her, help her sort out her issues.”

Leo gave a lopsided grin. “Y-yeah, me too. I was just kidding, you guys. Like you said, feminazi bullshit. I mean, it’s not like women should complain about any of this, r-right?”

“Exactly,” James said with a smirk. “It’s the men who work hard. Girls should be grateful. Why should men have to learn this soft stuff?”

“Women want to get knocked up anyway,” Kamal said. “Why do you think I’ve always got condoms handy? Most of this home economics stuff is just babytrapping. It’s just an arranged marriage by a different method, and trust me, I know. My folks are trying to get me married off. Good luck!”

“Well, as far as I’m concerned,” James said, punching his friend lightly on the arm. “This is the best class to have a bit of fun before any marriage. There’s a whole horde of girls just for us. Maybe Leo will even find a hot chick. Right, Leo?”

Leo bit his lip. Truth be told, he really wanted to find a girlfriend, but he had hoped that honestly engaging in the subject would help him. He scratched at the tight black curls which formed his short African-American hairstyle and grimaced.

“Yeah, totally,” he said. “Just so long as we can pass this subject, then we can forget about, uh, all the bullshit in it.”

James chuckled. “Exactly! We can just woo some of the girls to do the work for us. Chicks dig guys who try to help, and then they’ll do the rest.”

Kamal nodded at this. “Good point. I’ve got a few nerd girls picked out to seduce already. By the end of the semester, I’ll have climbed the ladder to sleep with all the hotties, friend.”

James smirked. “Best of luck. I’ll bag that Faye for myself. I prefer having an ongoing girlfriend. Let’s you get a nice groove. Lots of positions. Maybe she’ll be all into me as a ‘male feminist’ now, ha!”

The three of them laughed, though Leo’s laugh was a bit more awkward. Unfortunately for the three of them, they were jolted by a sudden cough behind them as they continued across the campus green. A very female and very familiar sounding voice followed.

“So, is that all you three think of my subject?”

James clenched his eyes shut for a moment, cringing in realisation. Leo was frozen on the spot. Kamal swore in Hindi under his breath. And then the three turned around, and saw Professor Eliza Shanks looming over them. She was taller than any had thought, nearly six feet in height, or perhaps it was just that, with her hands on her hips and a scowl behind her glasses, she was now a force to be reckoned with, possessing a dominance that cowed the three of them immediately.

“Hmm?” she said again. “Nothing to say? Or is it not worth talking to a woman given that all I have to say is, what was it you said again? Oh yes, ‘feminazi bullshit’, right?”

James tugged at his collar. “Look, prof. That was just us boys bein’ boys, ya know? We always shoot the shit like that. It doesn’t mean anything.”

“Really? You’re not just in this class to get your passing credit? To sleep with my female students and use them to finish your assessments? Because just by saying that, it means I have to organise alternative, and much more difficult, assessments for you.”

Leo’s eyes went wide. “But - that’s not fair!”

“Neither is taking advantage of women, as men seem wont to do since time immemorial. I have crafted a course about the undervalued importance of women’s contributions in the home and you have responded by . . . undervaluing their importance.”

Kamal rolled his eyes. “Whatever! We’re here for extra credits. What does it matter that we’re in it just for the grades? I’m allowed to sleep with women if I want! It’ll be their choice or whatever.” He smirked for a moment at James and Leo, and the pair instantly knew he was going to say something edgy, as was his vice. “Not that I think they’ve got many braincells, picking a nothing class like this one.”

Professor Shanks seemed taken aback by this. Even James was.

“Dude,” his friend said.

“He didn’t mean that!” Leo said. “We just really need to pass! Look, I’m sure there are some good things-”

But Eliza put up a hand, clearly fuming. The three prepared to be kicked out of the course, and even Kamal began to feel the heat. Instead, however, Eliza calmed instantly.

“Well, I’m very sorry you feel that way. But, as a feminist and a pacifist, I believe not in confrontation but in conviction and conversation, even towards chauvinists who undervalue the role of women.”

“I don’t undervalue women, prof,” James said. “I just, you know, don’t plan on getting any of them knocked up anytime soon. Babymaking and household shit just isn’t me, ya know? I think it’s fair to just want to pass. That’s all Kamal here was trying to say.”

“I highly doubt that was what Mr Gupta was trying to say, or that you even mean what you say, Mr Hallen. But your most level-headed Leo Eastman speaks true: you do need to pass, and there are indeed things you could all learn. So rather than kicking you from my course, I’m going to give you an opportunity.”

Leo blinked. “You’re not kicking us?”

“Only if you take on a certain . . . experiment. You see, I’m undertaking a psychological case study on the mindset of expectant women readying themselves for a life of homemaking. To get your necessary credits, you would have to become my three case studies. The experiment would last the entire year, but provided you agree and stick it out, you will pass my course automatically, with full A’s. There would even be a contract ensuring this to be the case.”

Leo smiled at this, looking to his friends, but James and Kamal were suspicious.

“What kind of experiment?” James asked.

“I’ll give you the details tomorrow morning when you meet me at 10am in my office. You’ll have to wear a maternity device. I can’t promise it won’t be a little embarrassing, but again, this is your only out. I also promise that it will help you understand and connect to other women in the class, that’s for sure.”

“Sounds weird and kinda fucked up,” Kamal said. “I’m not agreeing to that.”

“Come by tomorrow and see. It’s your only chance, otherwise . . . another entire year of college fees for you. I’m sure your parents won’t be too happy about that, or your bank accounts.”

She had them there, and they all knew it. Eliza gave an overly sweet grin and pushed her voluminous dark hair behind her shoulders, then placed her hands on her hips. Her pose was deeply sexy, capturing all three of them instantly, and James got the sense that it was deliberate.

“I’ll see all three of you tomorrow, then,” she said, turning around and walking away in a tantalising way.

“Damn it,” James said. “That fucking high-minded bitch.” “She really needs to get fucked,” Kamal muttered. “Preferably by me.”

It was Leo that voiced the truth hanging in the air, however. “But guys . . . I think she’s right. We do need this. Do we really have a choice?”

James sighed. As did Kamal.

“Fuck,” they all said in unison.

To Be Continued . . .