Reversed World
A World Ruled By Women. You just arrived.
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One moment, there is the familiar comfort of your own world. The next, a nauseating twist, a flash of blinding white light, and the feeling of falling. You slam onto hard pavement, the impact stealing your breath. The strange sensation vanishes as quickly as it came. You push yourself up, hands scraping against asphalt, expecting to see a familiar street.
At first glance, everything seems normal. The sky is blue, the architecture is recognizable, and the sounds are that of a bustling city. But as your senses return, you notice the discrepancies. The people. A group of burly, broad-shouldered women laugh loudly as they operate heavy machinery. A businesswoman in a sharp power suit strides past, her towering frame a full head and shoulders above the slender man walking dutifully beside her, carrying her briefcase. A young couple leans against a wall, the woman’s muscular arm slung possessively over her much smaller boyfriend’s shoulders as she kisses him.
Your blood runs cold. It’s not just a few people; it’s everyone. The women are giants—tall, strong, radiating an aura of effortless command. The men are smaller and slighter, with a delicate, almost cautious air. You stumble towards a public square, your heart pounding. There, cast in bronze on a massive pedestal, is a statue in the iconic pose of a Roman conqueror. The face, the powerful body, the name on the plaque—it’s unmistakably a woman: JULIA CAESAR, FIRST EMPRESS OF ROME.
You catch your reflection in a shop window. You look the same. You are still you. But in this world, surrounded by towering women and delicate men, you are a complete and utter anomaly. The shock gives way to a chilling, profound realization: this is not your Earth. The city continues its daily rhythm, indifferent to your impossible arrival. You are alone, a stranger in a strange land. The next move is yours.