Ashleigh Williams was enjoying the lovely feast day holiday, hosting a barbeque party in her backyard. She was dressed as she usually did, in men’s casual attire, with her miniscule boobs bandaged down to prevent them from showing through the shirt. She’d been dressing this way for the last half a year, ever since she graduated high school, got a job at the nearby metalworks and moved out from under the prying eyes of her parents.

The job offered her a class C meatgirl exemption, so while she still had to attend a yearly meatgirl grading, the chances of her being selected by a lottery draw were now extremely low.

She kept her hair so short and manageable that combined with her masculine clothing choices, most of her new friends at the plant mistakenly thought she was a guy. Ashliegh chose not to dissuade them of that notion. She found it more comfortable to be thought of as ‘one of the guys’. She’d never liked being a girl in a Dolcett society, after all.

She found that she even found the increased mistaken attention of women seeking to become her future wife, or mistress to be quite pleasing. Though she had to be careful not to lead them on too much, lest questions be asked about why she never actually fucked.

She had spread some carefully crafted rumours about her poor sexual performance in her previous dalliances, through her school friend Janice, rest her soul, the poor girl had won the lottery just days after her 18th birthday. Janice had cried the entire time they were cutting off her head, snot still dribbling from her nose as they chucked her head into the bucket.

Ashleigh knew that, because her coworker, and best friend, Dan had thought Janice was one of Ash’s ex-conquests because of the very rumors she herself had started, and he shared her Janice’s snufftube video. Ashleigh had seen snuff porn before, when it was passed around on phones at the schoolground to watch in secret, but somehow it hit differently when it was someone you actually knew. It was a horrifyingly morbid experience, yet somehow kind of exciting. Sometimes late at night, Ashliegh would find herself revisiting the video, and flicking her bean to her friend’s headless corpse slumping lifelessly, after a long, cruel session of sweaty spasming.

Aslhleigh cracked open a beer and downed a swig of the icy cold alcoholic beverage. Dan was chatting to her as he took sips of his own brew. His most recent girlfriend, Fay, was busy sucking on her own choice of drink, cum straight from his erect cock.
She was enthusiastic, but Ashley knew that Dan was already getting bored of her. He’d already signed her volunteer papers, and was ready to submit them, she just didn’t know it yet.


“Nice barbeque, Ash, can’t believe you scored Jim’s secretary, Regina for live roasting, from the company raffle.” Dan complimented, nodding at the girl with purple dyed hair who was weakly convulsing on a slowly rotating spit over a bed of hot coals.
“Yeah, she was a real squealer when the pussy post slurped in.. she’s gonna make for a real tasty meal.. I’m just worried she’s not gonna be enough to feed all the guests. I invited half the company, and it looks like they all brought a few friends.” Ashleigh replied, masking the worry that this was going to turn into an impromptu orgy.

She’d have to find a way to end the party before that happened, or find a convenient reason to slip out. Fetching an extra meatgirl and needing to cook her was the perfect excuse for not needing to undress in front of her friends and reveal her feminine assets.

She looked to the side, and to the semi naked girl that had sidled up to her mid conversation. It was Tina, the office slut. Somehow, Ash’s repeated polite declining of her affections at work, had only managed to pique her barely hidden sexual attention all the more. Ashley suppressed a sigh. Dan had always said, “treat em mean, keep em keen!” It seemed he was right, as usual.

She looked fondly at her male friend’s face, as his girl teased him into another orgasm using her mouth. Poor dumb slut didn’t have a clue she was getting traded in for a new model. Ashley wondered who it was that was going to end up replacing Fay on his arm.

She found herself wondering what it’d be like to ride him, till he made that kind of face, she’d never done anything like that with a guy before. Finding sex with any gender was kind of difficult when you were a tomboy dressing as a guy in a Dolcett society. If she ever got exposed, people would treat her differently, and she didn’t want them treating her like a girl ever again. Women were meat.

Another girl, this one not even wearing any panties, waltzed up to Ashleigh with her best seductive stare, took one look at Dan’s babe making loud wet gulping sounds, and squatted down to blowjob height in front of Ashleigh it was Sally from the coffee stand outside. Ash knew that Sally was bi, and often flirted with her when she got her morning coffee.
“Hey Ashy, nice party… but it’s a bit much for me… I was wondering if there was anywhere private we could go to take a rest together.”

Briefly, she wondered whether it was worth dragging Sally back to her room, locking the door and surprising her with her naked body. Ash shook her head, nope… too risky, what if it didn’t work out the way she wanted to… she had too much to risk. It looked like the orgy might be kicking off early. She’d have to make an excuse to go fetch another precooked meatgirl from the supermarket.

From the front door came the obnoxiously loud ring of her doorbell. Perfect timing, she could use that to extricate herself from her amorous suitors, make a quick apology, then duck out before the fucking began in earnest.

She answered the door.
“Hi, can I help you?” She said in her best boyish voice.
It was a man dressed in the blue scrubs of a meat factory worker. Ash looked at him confused.
“We have a permit for the home spitroast meatgirl” she said, preempting his reply. It had to be a neighbour's complaint about the smoke coming from the backyard. Either that, or they were tracking down one of the party members for a last minute lottery call.

Usually they gave a girl notice a month or so before her snuffing date, but sometimes they had meat shortfalls, and had to make up the difference with an emergency lottery calling. The primeval part of her brain wondered if any of her friends were about to get culled. It was still too early for them to have processed Fay’s volunteer form.

“Hello sir, I’m looking for Ashleigh Williams, meatgirl ID: 507657… is she your sister, or mother, or girlfriend? Is she here today?” He proclaimed so loudly that there was no way that Tina and Sally, who had followed Ash from the backyard, like lost puppies, couldn’t not have overheard it. Asleigh blushed furiously in embarrassment. The jig was finally up. They’d all know she was a girl now… there was no hiding it anymore.

Going back to work on Monday was going to be hell. It’d be the gossip around the office all week now. Maybe there’s be somebody at the party who wanted to fuck the girl version of Ash, even if Tina and Sally no longer wanted her. Maybe she could salvage something from this disaster. She could try asking Dan if he's willing to take her virginity. He was always trying to get boy Ash hooked up, maybe he’d still be willing to be a good wingman for female Ashleigh”

The butcher waited impatiently for the frozen reply from the boy at the door in front of him.
She had to respond truthfully to the butcher at the door, it was the law after all.
“That’s me, I’m Ashliegh Williams.” She said in a voice that she forced to sound upbeat and positive, even when her stomach was sinking down through the floor. She heard an astonished gasp from that slut Tina. It was the kind of gasp that was less shock, and more the kind uttered when a girl discovers the best piece of salacious gossip.

“How can I help you?” she asked with feigned politeness, ignoring the gasps of her astonished hangers-on in the background. The butcher gave her a puzzled frown, as if he couldn’t quite understand what he was being told. He couldn’t quite tally the young man he saw in front of him, with the picture on his digital tablet from Ashleih’s last meatgrading session.

“This isn’t the time for jokes, young man, I'm here to collect the meatgirl for processing today, I’m on a tight schedule, and I don’t have any time for foolish pranks.” He reprimanded her, thinking she was pulling his leg.

“But I have a class C Lottery work exemption… I should be safe from getting my number called.” Ashliegh stuttered, surprised… they were here to collect … her? She’d never even considered that this could be a meatgirl collection call for her own body. It was like one of those ridiculous plotlines out of one of those Dolcett soap operas that Fay liked to watch.

He handed her a Lottery notice. He was right, it was her name, and her meagirl ID. There was no mistake. The paper crumpled gently in her hands, as she grasped them a little tighter than she was trying to. This was her worst erotic nightmares come true.
She remembered the light fading from Janice’s eyes, and a lump caught in Asleigh’s throat.

“It can’t be…I work at the metalworks, I started as a junior foundry engineer six months ago… check your records.” She begged the incredulous hulking figure of a collections officer in front of her.

“That role is considered non-essential, and your C class waiver doesn’t protect the girl, this is a B class emergency meat call.” He said, still eyeing her body to confirm that she wasn't female.

“Ok, sir, if you say that you’re this meatgirl, then I am compelled by law to perform a manual onsite inspection, he said, grabbing her roughly by the throat, and pushing her up against the wall. Suddenly, she couldn’t breathe. His iron hand was wrapped around her neck like a vice. Ash gurgled, as he tore her shirt off. Her suspenders pinged against the floor.

Underneath her men’s casual shirt was a tight winding of medical bandages that bound her chest. He undid them, and they fluttered to the ground, revealing a set of tiny, poorly shapen, but perky rosebud breasts that looked like they belonged on a child rather than a gangly adult. The butcher looked surprised to see them. His hand reached down her panties, but he couldn’t feel the bulge of a cock, only the wet lips of a girl’s pussy.

“Sorry for not believing you miss.. can’t blame me, with you looking the way that you do, though. Your annual meatgrade photo looks very different. I think you’ve been dieting a bit too much. Hell, I think you might've even lost a few cup sizes since your last meatgrading appointment.” He commented callously, paying no heed to the hushed whispers of the crowd that was beginning to assemble at the front of Ashliegh’s house. Word of the scandal was spreading fast. They all wanted to see her naked body for themselves.