This is Part 3 of a story about a bright boy living in Berverly Taff's United Queendom. Recent events have caused unrest. Peter and his mother are affected. With the end of Beverly's amazing story . This is my take on what some of the events may have looked like from someone living in the UQ.

As before I will edit or delete the story if Beverly doesn't approve. My ideas are guesswork into what may have happened.

As the weeks went by Peter watched in dismay as the primitive clinics were built that could perform the millions of castrations that were to be carried out. Boarder and port patrols were doubled to prevent escapes. The news was full of feminsta propaganda about the possibilities of castrating all men after they were forced to donate sperm.

The irony wasn't lost on Peter as he watched his local clinic being built. As usual all the builders were men. The female supervisors stayed in the portacabin most of the time. The men were sullen and resentful. One of the female television reporters nicknamed the clinics "chop shops". She was surprised at the reaction of some of the women she interviewed. While many agreed men must be controlled, the idea of mutilating so many seemed distasteful.

Some women were scared that many of the men due to be castrated may rebel. They realized that although the men had no access to weaponry, they were still a lot bigger and stronger than the police. They had been taught to fear and despise men from a young age. One of the ways they were made to fear men was being shown the physical differences in size and strength of a full-grown woman and a man. They were told if they were alone with a man the man could overpower them. This led most women to fear men.

A few days before the clinics were to open Peter arranged to meet a contact from the Shadow resistance movement. He rode his pushbike ten miles outside of town and waited on a lonely empty farm road. After waiting for twenty minutes, he was about to give up when an old petrol car drew up beside him.

The window came down and a masculine looking woman with a voice slightly too deep spoke.

"Peter?"

"Yes, what do I call you?"

"Nothing, just get in."

"Why meet here?"

"There are five miles of fields, I needed to see if this was a setup. Were safe for a few minutes anyway."

"I need out. I’m due for castration next month."

"Oh, I see. Well you're lucky. I never had the chance. They did me at fourteen. I work for the government. I’m fully converted."

Peter took in her appearance. She was attractive and curvy, but her face had an unmistakably masculine jawline. He knew converted boys had the same rights and pay as most women. Many of those converted had surgery to improve their looks.

"Before you say anything you regret Peter, I chose to sound like a man. It upsets the women I work with. I like to remind them I was forced into this. Just because I was intelligent, they did this to me. Fucking bitches. You wouldn't believe how many like me are working against them."

"How do you get away with it, don't they notice?"

"No, it's the feminista mentally. They think they have done us a huge favor. They saved us from becoming men. We are very careful. We also have a few sympathizer's among high ranking women."

"Women aren't the enemy Peter, it's the extreme feminists. A handful of fanatics can do a lot of damage, a lot of them can change the course of history."

"You mean like the Nazi's in Germany?"

"Yes, I can see you have been using the I.P. addresses to learn real history. Not the feminista lies. In Germany most of the population weren't Nazi's yet they stood by while they victimized the jews. Decent women do the same as their sons are brothers are victimized. They know if they try to stop it they will be targeted by the extremists. Politically, moderation does not exist. Women have a good life, mostly built on by the labor of men. They don't want to give it up, but it doesn't mean they like the way men are treated."

"My mum was at the demonstration. She nearly got shot."

"I helped upload that to Fembook. There is trouble brewing. Anyway, I can offer you three options. One, Escape to a male controlled country."

"Where and how?"

"India or China. You would be hidden in a small space in a shipping container. That is very hard, it can take three weeks to India, and longer to China."

"What else?"

"I can get you a fake I.D. as a woman."

"A woman! Why not as a man?"

"They change men's I.D. too often. You have to renew it every six months. Women never get asked. As long as you look the part you can work and enjoy an easy life."

"I'm not sure about that, what was the third?"

"Just wait, there is stuff happening. Things are moving fast now. Something has happened involving Queen Sophia’s and Princess Victoria. It could change everything. "

"But I only have five weeks now!"

"Just sit tight. I can get you to a safe house if the plan goes wrong. If you really want option one, contact me in two weeks. Right, out you get, we've been too long."

Peter cycled home and told Mel about his encounter. He never mentioned what was said about Queen Sophia’s and Princess Victoria.

The clinics were due to open the following Monday. On Sunday night the air was filled with the sounds of sirens and smoke. The night sky was lit up behind their house. Peter wanted to ride out and see what was going on, but it was after male curfew. He went onto the Shadow site and saw every one of the clinics we on fire. All fifty of them. It looked like the men were safe for a few months.

The news just reported there were some delays to the program . Peter knew false information was how government control populations. Then something amazing happened. A spaceship came to London from Australia. Peter knew all about Charlie. He read every report he could find. Charlie was his hero.

He followed the news about the saucer on the UQ channels, as well as world news and Australian networks. He learned the Australian's were opening the ships to the public and had insisted men be allowed to visit. He was sure the government would find a way to stop this. Men worked long hours and did not get paid holiday or sick pay. He was sure he would not be allowed time off to go. Peter had it in his head to either stowaway or ask for political asylum.

Then the news came that shocked the nation. The prime minister had been arrested and General Wilson had been shot. This all happened during accusations of treason against Queen Sophia. The nation waited to see how the situation would unfold.