CHAPTER 1
Let it never be said that I'm ungrateful to have been born a woman. There is an innate strength in the female gender in every species that oozes power and seems to do the impossible as if it were an everyday task. While human women are usually smaller than their male counterparts, the woman is the backbone, the hands, the heart, and the very foundation of the family. I realized this at a very young age. I'm proud to be a woman. Although in my world, pride outside of the cleanliness of one's home and one's children, isn't a luxury that women are privileged to have.
For that reason, in spite of all the pride and strength I know resides in women, I do not doubt that it would have been much easier to have been born male. Life, regardless of color, or social standings tends to be easier if one has a penis. So much value is placed on the damned things and for the life of me I will never understand why. I once watched a 6'5" man take a nice stomp to the groin from a toddler and he was squealing and squawking around on the ground like a fish out of water being tortured. Meanwhile a mere sixteen year old 110 pound girl labored for 19 hours and had her vagina cut and ripped apart to bring a 10 pound infant into the world, was out in the fields three days later with said baby whale tied to her back.
I once pointed these things out to my father Charles, who while silent and considered meek mannered (no doubt due to his rearing a creature such as myself) is a respected lawman in our community/village/town call it what you will. He merely stated that as a woman I didn't appreciate how much easier life is, to be able to stay safely at home and play with children all day, is a luxury that all men would gladly take if they could do so respectfully. Instead they have to go out and put their lives on the line to protect and defend women and children. To which I responded, that if I am a woman are expected to plant food, harvest food, cook food, create a home, maintain it, all while carrying, birthing, and nursing children, it seems the very LEAST my husband should do is protect the fucking shit I'm working so hard to make sure that we have. It's not as if he's useful for anything else. Let's actually make that whole larger sex thing count for something aye? Here I'll do absolutely everything to make sure we have a home, you be a good boy take this stick and hit anything with it that tries to take it.
I was sent to my room without being allowed to eat the dinner I prepared after that colorful rant. My father later told me very kindly that unlike most fathers, he is kind enough to allow me to have an opinion. Perhaps I should be sure to use it with sense and discretion? Whatever the fuck that means. Thank you father! I realize he's nervous. I'm getting close to marrying age and he needs to be able to hand me off to some good prosperous man who deems me worthy enough to stand on his arm. We aren't wealthy, and my father's social standings only hold weight in our tiny section of the country so it will be left up to me and my ability to be appealing to land my father a match that will further his place in the world. Good luck with that.
It is with these thoughts heavy in my mind that I approach my seventeenth birthday. The year that my father would be giving up his rights as owner and giving it to another who deems me fit. I wish them the best. This oppressing world hasn't been able to break my spirit. My father doesn't control me. I am Isabella Marie Swan! I am my own woman. I cannot be broken. I will not be tamed.
I pity the dick of the man who plans to try.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: So this is my first fic. I'm not completely sure where it's going just yet. It's all very abstract at the moment. This isn't a past or future fic it's simply an AU. Women have zero rights and are at the mercy of the men in their lives. Pretty sure it'll be Edward and Bella but we'll see as we go along. Let me know what you think!