The ReJuv Chronicles©
by Felix Gato 2014
Sometimes, science changes everything.
In the early 1960’s, the drug industry introduced The Pill to a surprised and delighted world. The new contraceptive virtually eliminated unwanted pregnancies, freeing young women for perhaps the first time to freely explore their sexuality. Unburdened by doubts and worry, their sex drive screamed into high gear. Coeds, secretaries and even (or especially!) the girl next door flitted from bed to bed, lover to lover and never looked back. That little pill made them open their legs with confidence and abandon.
In the late 1990’s, the pharmaceutical industry scored again, this time with a little blue pill called Viagra – restoring lust and virility to a generation of men previously considered too old to “take care of business”. Millions of silver foxes, granted this erotic reprieve, now got it on with renewed ardor. Senior bedrooms, once quiet as a library, soon resonated with lascivious sounds of passion and lust.
In late 2020, the drug industry produced its hat trick. Originally hailed as a nanobiology miracle, a new synthetic protein product explicitly designed to treat accident and battlefield injuries immediately revolutionized this area of medicine. Wounds of all kinds, dressed with this product, healed with an astonishing rapidity, and left little to no trace of original damage.
The laboratory wonder drug was soon appropriated by the women’s beauty products industry, where it was marketed as the premiere women’s skin restorative, under the brand name ReJuv (“ReJuv - Your move!”). Women queued up for hours at the finest boutique counters to purchase the fiendishly expensive (but astonishingly efficacious) product. Not only did it make young skin glow and glisten like that of a baby, it also performed feats of magic on old skin. Wrinkles and crow’s feet vanished overnight. Women “of a certain age” passed once more for women in their twenties. The product was always in short supply, and even a black market of sorts developed to sate frenzied demand.
Not surprisingly, the product soon found another, somewhat unanticipated market niche. Many women, young ones especially, have always yearned to engage in catfights and physical altercations with other women. While a fraction of these spirited women have done precisely that, many more have avoided physical confrontations with rivals and hated enemies because of the all-too-real concern for lasting and embarrassing injuries, especially those hard to hide from others. No self-respecting woman wants to return to work after a weekend and be asked questions about scratched, bitten and clawed faces, necks and arms. But once a certain avant-garde crowd discovered that catfight injuries responded superbly to ReJuv, rapidly eliminating bruises, scratches and bites, it was as if everywhere and at once female war broke out! Unconcerned by fears of permanent scarring or disfigurement, women discovering their inner hellcat challenged each other with abandon, and catfights were soon all the rage – the more violent and savage, the better. After all, within a few days, all traces of the combat could be made to disappear!
The ReJuv Chronicles, then, will relate the many adventures these newly-liberated women experienced. Look for a first installment soon!
