Here's the kicker. They say there's two major ways of saving yourself from slavery. One, the IQ test or working towards an IQ test, the IQ test was actually College senior finals and the life of a college girl was a harrowing one. You could still be caught and captured, and the state would intentionally enslave you before the problem was corrected because the government is corrupt. A college girl had to lock doors, and avoid parties, boys, girls, professors, streets, falling grades, and worst off the IQ test was created to be nearly impossible to pass. The second, and seemingly easier option was marriage, even though your daughters would have to suffer the same dilemma you were forever freed by the already near enslaving institution that was marrying a man, slavery made same-sex female love an almost definite 'you're both being enslaved' situation, but same-sex male love flourished, what do you know. Anyways, here you are walking down the isle not knowing that the government had just tricked you into giving yourself into slavery, your owner, the man at the end of the isle. No woman knows this and all men keep it a well guarded secret. Your night went like this, you said your vows, you partied, all the woman congratulated you for finding a man in time, in the limo to your honeymoon your husband gave you a drink spiked with roofies, you were reprogrammed to follow your husband's every order and the orders were covered with the memories of you honeymoon, and then you returned home, tanned, relaxed, and in absolute love and submission to your husband. As it goes your gender probably doesn't have too many generations left until absolute submission to the more powerful gender.
It's the day after your honeymoon and your husband wakes up to you...