Dear Diary,

Being a girl is a beautiful thing.

by Beyogi - 2012

23.06.2100:
Dear diary,

Today mom and mommy kind of forced me to start you. A short while ago I was a boy, but that was before menkind lost the gender war and we were captured. It’s not like we ever had a chance, but at least we fought. It didn’t do much good, but at least they didn’t get to wipe out manliness without a fight. However, after we had been captured the Feminist Front for Female Liberation decided they wanted to be better than men and not just kill all of us.

They transformed us into girls and we got distributed to foster families. My family is quite nice, mom is an important scientist and mommy works at a beauty salon and knows everything about being a girl. She’s my great example. I feel… no I know I want to be like her one day. I can’t wait to start school again so I can meet many new friends.

I heard something quite funny on the news feed. The Matriarchal Council is trying to reach a consensus on how to tax nail polish. I’m glad the hard times of war are over and we now have such small problems.

05.08.2100:
Dear diary,

Today was my first day in school. I restarted my education in tenth grade, that’s where the Feminist Committee for Reintegration of Sub-humans placed me. The principal gave a captivating speech and reminded us of the utmost importance of spreading female values. She suggested we take on a profession to beautify the world and rid it of the last remainders of the male plague. It was good that she reminded us of the necessity of submitting to the wisdom of our superiors and supporting them as much as we possibly can.

I think I made up my mind about my future profession — I will become a beautician like mommy. This will hopefully allow me to remove the remainders of my male stench. But that isn’t my only reason. Ever since mommy showed me the art of makeup, I’m totally fascinated with it. I think nail polish is the best. Painting intricate art on the small space of a nail is the highest art and I want to become a mistress.

Today I also made many new friends. All my classmates were once male and are now totally happy to be females. Well, except Janine, but she is strange. She doesn’t want to go out to beautify the world as soon as she can, but follow a career in academics. Maybe we were a bit mean in ostracizing her, but we don’t want to get infected by her madness. Seriously, who wants to read books when she can talk about the newest fashion and the cutest dresses?

30.06.2101:
Dear diary,

Finally school is over and I can begin learning my profession. My grades weren’t all that good and I’m a bit sad about it. I remember I’d been quite good at school as a boy, but on the other hand it’s not all that important for my future profession. I don’t need awesome grades to become a beautician, I just need eyes to see and a heart filled with beauty. I’m sure I have those, since my friends often beg me for a makeover.

Janine graded top of the class, but she didn’t become valedictorian. She just lacks the sense of beauty. I think the reintegration committee also realized that… I hear the rumor they sent her to a spirit healer to make her see the need for beauty. I really hope the healer will be able to help her. I always felt sad for her, I hope she’ll get better.

I think I will be able to learn with mommy. I heard the salon she works at needs a new helper and this may be an important step on becoming a great beautician. I really hope I’ll get that chance. I wouldn’t know what to do else. I might work as a maid, but I don’t know if I have the necessary skills.

29.02.2102:
Dear diary,

I’m so glad to be with mistress. I don’t know why an important member of the matriarchal council went to our lowly beauty salon, but she did. They sent me to serve her and serve her I did. I knew I was one of the best beauticians in the salon, but mistress was really impressed. She asked me to become her personal maid and I couldn’t say no. I still feel honored to be chosen by her, I still can’t believe I am honored to serve and support one of our revered leaders personally. I actually passed out in shock when she offered.

My duties are to clean mistress' mansion and tend to all her needs. She has her personal cooks, but I get the honor to serve her meals. I also work as her personal beautician and sometimes she even invites me into her bed. But she’s quite strict. She beats me with a rod when I mess up. I feel guilty confessing this, but it really hurts and I try everything to avoid it. I should search beauty for itself, not to escape punishment. Maybe I should ask mistress to punish me for these thoughts.

The rebirth as a girl was the best thing that ever happened to me. I finally got to see the true worth of beauty and to support my betters. I can’t believe I was able to survive as a male. I think I would commit suicide if I was returned to my old form. I’m truly happy to be a girl.

I just got the idea for this little story tonight and it didn't let me sleep until I finished it. I didn't have someone edit it, so there will be mistakes, but I hope you can forgive me.
I actually planed to write a more balanced "female victory" story for this contest, but I didn't manage to finish it on time, so I guess this has to do. Although I think it's quite sad, I hope you still liked it and will leave me some comments. If you want to point out mistakes in spelling or grammar please sent me a pm, but I'll be greatfull for every comment - even if you hated it ;)