This is world without men. After some pandemy many centuries ago they all disappeared. So women use technologies, to have back at least something as small copy of them. Often they use drop of their blood as genetic material, and the machine produce tiny, very tiny man. Anyway there are about 20 millions women to one man. And this man is as speck compare to them, while they are towering female colossus with booming voices and thunderous laugh. You are one of those produced tiny men. Two Swedish princesses, the crown princess Victoria and her younger sister Madeleine created you from the drop of their royal blood. So they are your mistresses now. But they are not beautiful young girls in your eyes, they are unstoppable, massive, enormous giantesses, bigger than any mountain. By law you are now their adopted step-brother, in fact you are their pet, toy, plaything, belonging, servant and slave to their amusement and fun. They do not see you as a real person, they see you as ant and insect. So your place is in their grasp, palm, pocket and jewelry box. Of course, you must follow their orders. So all your world is a floor in their palace, their immense feet in enormous, massive high heel shoes, as attacking heavy war ships and hem of their long skirts and gowns, vertical lines until sky, where they usually discuss in their deep, low, booming female voices, not with you, but over you, about you and between themselves.