President Poundstone made her case and put her solution into action with real revolutionary gusto. Who else could make things move like she could? She was a force to be reckoned with and knew how to get things done where the rest of government groaned like an ancient swamp toad.
Day one of what came to be known as XX Day was not without noise. Pockets of the internet exploded with outrage, with sympathy, with derision, with laughter. News panels debated the issue and female co-hosts asked if their male leads would be in line at the shrinking booths in the morning. They joked at their fellow presenters. We'll get production to pull up a toy chair for you tomorrow night. We'll need the cameraman to really zoom in on you. Do we have smaller mics? These will be as bigger than your head.
But when the day came, millions lined up at local courthouses and police offices. Visitors to the post office complained the lines were the longest they'd ever seen, but it was much trickier getting out without being stepped on then when they walked in. Not every man willingly subjected themselves to the order, but that was irrelevant. Policewomen had the tool to shrink a man on sight. Shoot first. Confirm the gender later. When reports of men being shrunk on the street were common, many decided it was safer to go to the booth and take their reduction like a man, with a woman safely chaperoning them to and from the station.
And so it went, day by day, month by month until half the population of the United States was three inches tall. Men from coast to coast and across all its expansive territories were left at the heels of the new class of citizen standing above them. The class of women. Men did their best to hold on to their jobs, but quickly found themselves inadequate in doing the work. The government made no attempt to guarantee them access to equal opportunity. There were no miniature office buildings or micro farms for three inch tall men. Many took up work as helpers for women, often specifically one woman. This wasn't a marriage, it was more like being property. For their own safety and to protect the woman's generous investment, the man was hers to own.
A year later, coming to the anniversary of XX Day, you would not hear a word of opposition to the president's brilliant solution. Any woman you ask would call it a stupendous success. The voices of men were no longer heard by women. The temporary action had become permanent.
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