blouse, white stockings, and black heels. She appeared to be in excellent
physical shape, her striking athletic figure refusing to be completely
hidden beneath her modest corporate attire. The courtroom grew quiet as she
emerged from the lectern and approached me.
“What is your name?” She looked me squarely in the eye. When I tried to
defiantly look back, a bailiff roughly tugged my ear, forcing my gaze to the
floor.
“Daniel,” I said quietly.
“Daniel what?” Her tone was softer. She had moved in closer to me. I
felt her musk-scented perfume sift through my nostrils.
“Daniel Jami-” I began to reply. The judge quickly pounded her gavel,
wagging her finger and rebuking me with a loud voice.
“Don’t do it, Daniel. Not in my courtroom. You need to comply with the
law even if you disagree with it. ” I sighed heavily. Instead of stating
my former last name for the record, I would have to recite the
identification number assigned me by the federal Bureau of Male Affairs.
By law, only females had conventional surnames now.
“Daniel 1227XLM.” I spoke softly after a long pause. The prosecutor
smiled and stepped back, reviewing her notes.
“Do you like girls, Daniel 1227XLM?”
“Yes, I-” The judge pounded her gavel again.
“Daniel, in this courtroom you will conduct yourself in a properly
respectful, deferential manner and address officers of this court as
‘ma’am.’ Is that clear?” Her honor was clearly angry and losing patience
with me. I paused for several seconds until the bailiff tugged at my ear
once again.
“Yes, ma’am. It’s clear.” I saw the judge smile for the first time.
“Thank you, Daniel. You may continue, counselor.”
“Thank you, you honor. Now, Daniel,” The prosecutor eyed me up and down,
her inspection causing my member to thicken slightly. “Tell me exactly what
it is that you like about girls.” She had moved closer to me once again.
“Well,” I looked away uncomfortably, clearing my throat. For the first
time I noticed the jury studying me intently. “I, er…I guess that I’m
sexually attracted to women.”
“I see…” She paced about me in a circle, studying me like a vulture
circling a dying animal. “What do you do, Daniel, when you see a woman that
you’re sexually attracted to?”
“Uh, what do I do, ma’am?” I was a bit flustered, groping for an
appropriate answer that would not serve to incriminate me in the eyes of the
jury.
“That was the question, Daniel. Please answer it.”
“I, uh…” I was in trouble and I knew it. “I just kind of look, that’s
all. I appreciate her.” The prosecutor stopped in her tracks, not more
than a few inches from my face. Her demeanor became suddenly stern.
“You imagine what she would look like without any clothes on, don’t you?”
She spoke softly and bluntly at first.
“No, ma’am, I don’t.”
“You imagine yourself having sex with her, don’t you?”
“No, ma’am, I-”
“When you find a woman sexually attractive, Daniel, your whole being just
screams for sexual release, doesn’t it?” Her voice increased an octave and
she began to yell. ” And you find that release by creating and fondling
images of women in your mind, by undressing those images, by raping those
images, by using and degrading those images for your own purposes, DON’T
YOU??”
“NO, ma’am! I-I’m not that kind of person!” She giggled under her breath
and walked back to the lectern, her heels echoing through the courtroom. I
noticed several members of the jury regarding me sternly and shaking their
heads in scorn.
“I disagree with you, Daniel. I think you are that kind of person.” She
spoke almost as an afterthought, studying several sheets of paper intently.
“Scientific studies have shown time and again that males are unable to
control their sexuality without substantial help.”
“Those studies are bogus and you know it!” I strained against my bonds,
raising my voice. Both bailiffs tugged at my ears and the judge pounded her
gavel as I continued to speak. “Objective researchers have reached totally
opposite conclusions! Why, just this last year at the University of
Stockholm-” A bailiff roughly covered my mouth, muting me. The judge
finally spoke.
“This is NOT an arena for political debate, Daniel. This is a court of
law. One more disrespectful outburst like that and I shall declare you in
contempt!” She spoke to the prosecutor. “Perhaps you should proceed with
the demonstration, counselor.”
“That is an excellent idea, your honor. I will.” The bailiff removed her
hand from my mouth. The prosecutor walked towards me once again. “Daniel,
you maintain that you are in complete control of your sexual urges, do you
not?”
“Yes, ma’am, I do.” I was confident I of my ability to hold my own with
this woman.
“I maintain that, like all other men, you are not. I maintain that you
…End of the part2. To be continued..
