Transvestia lying on something soft. No, that was the wrong word. The sensation was more like floating. He looked around.

The room was devoid of furnishings or decoration. The walls were a soothing pink, not a paint texture, but more like sheets of quartz. A hole appeared in the far wall and a woman entered.

She was wearing a mid-thigh, one piece dress of some metallic blue material. A strip of the same fabric adorned her shoulder length, flaming red hair.

"Good, you are awake," her voice was soft and friendly. "I have some questions for you. First, who are you and how did you appear on my front lawn?"

Bob decided that it would be best to answer and ask his questions later.

"I am Bob Griffen, and I am the first man to travel through time," he couldn't keep a touch of pride from creeping into his voice.

She did not seem to be impressed.

"You are probably at the same time the luckiest and the unluckiest man of all history. Lucky because you landed, by chance, on my lawn, and unlucky because you have placed yourself in a world ruled by women."

Jill, he learned this was her name, explained for the next half hour how the women gained control. She never asked for any proof that he had traveled through time. His being there seemed to be proof enough.

Indications of the female trend toward domination had been evident even in his time. The First Atomic War, which lasted three minutes and was confined to small, densely populated areas, had been the turning point. After that last example of destructiveness, the men, who were outnumbered anyway, had been voted out of office and the first female U.S. President had been elected.

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