This story is set after the events that happened in the final Chapter of Beverly Taff's The Feminine Queendom 90
She kindly gave her permission for me to post this.

The Queen is pondering how they can use Peter's new found fame to help with the coming election, when she gets a call from Charlie Sage.

“Well hello, what do I owe the pleasure of a call from the famous Charlie Sage?”

“Should I be saying that to you your royal highness?”

“Please don’t, you know I don’t have time for all that. I only use all that for ceremonial purposes. I’ve got a country to save.”

“I’ve noticed. When I left after the trial I was disappointed things were moving so slowly. Chloe told me that’s because I’m an engineer at heart. Engineers see a problem and fix it, then move on. People aren’t that easy.”

“No Charlie, I’ve been working flat out. My worry is all the good I’ve done will be undone if we lose the election. The next legally elected government can ruin everything I’ve done.”

“Do you think that’s likely? I saw that lad’s interview. He got it spot on. I realized what was going on from an early age. My mummy and her friends all knew it was wrong, but didn’t know how to put it right.”

“He’s a brave young man and he loves you. He sees you as a hero figure.”

“Who wrote the speech? You or that Em woman?”

“He did it all by himself. Liz, the UQ police commissioner, said he had an IQ of 145! He must had hidden it to avoid feminization.”

“Same as me then. Do you know how hard it is to play dumb when you know you’re the smartest person in the room? To have teachers calling you a stupid male? Poor lad I know just how he must have felt.”

The Queen could hear the edge of anger creep into his voice. Even now after all he had achieved it was still like touching a raw nerve.

“Charlie, I’m trying to make sure that never happens again. Em has a plan to offer all men further education. Paid for by the state. They can catch up on all the stuff they were prevented from learning. It all depends on winning.”

“I can’t see women being happy about paying more tax to support men’s education.”

“Well it’s only justice. I think guilt will keep most of them quite. That and one of your ships so we can start mining.”

“Yes that’s what I wanted to talk to you about. I have a mind to give you a second smaller ship. If you’re out in space, you will need a support ship. I’ve talked to Aus, they’re happy to build a ship the size of Dawn 1. Without the extra thick plating of course, you’re not going to war with it.”

“That would be wonderful. It will help in the election campaign. We need to get our economy turned around. We uncovered so much corruption. Our gold reserves are nearly gone. Years of spending what was built up before feminist rule has bankrupted us.”

“It was an unsustainable mess Sophia. The only reason the air force seemed so advanced was my inventions. Look at the thanks I got for it.”

“If you saw the interview Charlie you must of heard him say, End the hate, end the pain. That’s what I hope for.”

“I suppose so. I have met some remarkable women in Australia, admittedly a couple of the best ones used to be men. Australia was different to the UQ. When the feminists took over many of the men went to the outback. In some of the smaller towns almost nothing changed. The PM had boys and she was worried about their future. She worked so hard to change politics from within. Her party was only moderately feminist, that shows you the mood of the country. That’s why equality came relatively easy for them.”

“How is it for the men there now Charlie?”

“A lot better. Our mining, ore processing, and metal industries are thriving. A lot of heavy work. The men are in such high demand the wages have rocketed. There are no restrictions placed on them now, they are a few male managers. I even heard that a wealthy woman is offering men funds to start their own companies.”

“That’s amazing. That’s what I want for the UQ. We just have to keep the momentum going. I hope we can get Peter involved as a sort of poster boy. “

“How is the lad? He looked pretty done in when I saw him on TV.”

“He’s on pain killers, and may be fit to go home next week. The hospital has had several offers from top plastic surgeons to fix his burnt face for free.”

“He must have tugged a few heart strings them. I’ve had my fill of surgery myself. You say I’m his hero? Do you think he’d like to meet me?”

“That would be wonderful. Could we televise it? I’m sure the men of the UQ would love to see that.”

“I don’t mind you filming it, but don’t announce it. I’ll land on the roof of the hospital in two days. I’ll send a message to your new phone an hour before I arrive. If anyone gets wind of where I’m going to be, they could make another attempt on my life. Wilson could have friends and my kids need their daddy.”

“I honestly think we have rounded up the worst of them Charlie. You should be safe.”

“Sorry Sophia, should be, and be, aren’t the same. You have only rounded up the ones connected to crimes. There could still be others.”
“What do you want to do when you meet him?”

“I’ll land on the roof and give him a quick trip to the moon and back. Do you think he’ll like that?”

“Who wouldn’t? That will cheer him up no end.”

“Got to rush ma’am, going a’moon. They want me to run my eye over the new spaceport they’ve built.”

After he hung up the Queen thought about what the UQ had lost. A space port, a fleet of mining ships, an endless supply of precious metals. All this was lost when the feminists governments suppressed the men and boys of the UQ.