Project Feminine

Chapter 1 Jacks "Be careful; you never know what the future has in store for a girl like you." -? A soft murmur filled the girl's ears as she slowly began to regain consciousness. She wasn't sure if it was the groggy feeling in her head that she made her hear someone in her bedroom. The murmur then turned to giggles and soft coos then back to a singular murmur. She couldn't remember when she took a nap and for long but judging from her fly away hair and drooling face, you could assume for quite a while. She slowly rose from her crossed arms and turned her head left and right to crack her neck then stretched her hands over her head. She slowly felt her bones realign as if she had been in one position for far too long. She noticed that the soft murmur from before had faded and a silence had washed over the room. Her eyes remained closed for a moment more before coming face to face to a person's back sitting at a school desk. With her eyes squinted and her eyebrows scrunched together in confusion, she looked around the room and noticed organized rows of people sitting in vintage style desks in an old-fashioned classroom straight out of a 1950s article. The desks did not have any notes or pencils on them, but even if it did with what space would the students be able to do anything. Not even a backpack was seen in sight in the class only purses or small satchel bags. The front and side walls were covered with chalk boards and an eerie fan turned slowly above. There were no windows in this classroom but there was no need since the overhead lights were on full blast. No decorations were on the wall but only a clock was seen at the top of the front chalk board. The classroom was dull and unamusing to the girl but why did that matter? All that mattered was how she got here in the first place. The next thing the girl laid her eyes upon was another pair of eyes, then another and another. The people's backs had turned to reveal beautiful, flawless and pampered female faces. As she looked around she noticed that only females were contained in this room of different races but somewhat all around the same age. All the females had their eyes set on the girl. Oddly enough all looked the same but different. As if they had assigned uniforms but different style and color. Majority of them had flattened short to long hair with a few curly updos here and there. She caught flashes of pastel skirts and dresses as her eyes darted around the classroom. The room was filled with soft pastel colors and as her head turned the girl caught a waft of, strong yet subtle, feminine like perfume. It was enough to make her snort it in and cough. She glanced at the girl seated next to her. Her nails were perfectly trimmed to the tee, long straight flattened hair that went just above her waist. She wore crisp small collar shirt and a knee length skirt paired with spotless low black heels. On the center of the front chalk board was a phrase written in cursive. The girl couldn't make out what the words were saying but instead she got distracted by the specks of chalk dust floating in the air. She followed the specks and an older women came into her view. The girls eyes wandered down towards the older women's clothing. She wore a marron above the knee type dress with a white pressed down collar and short sleeves. Her light chocolate hair was place up in a side bun with few strands loose. The teacher had slight makeup on with the exception of her marron lipstick perfectly lined on her lips. She held a long ruler in her hands before placing it down and clearing her throat making the girl's gaze snapped back up. The rest of the females all turned in their seats in unison. Head first, then shoulders, then lastly their legs. The females had crossed their ankles and clasp their hands on the desk with straightened back. "Well this is absolutely wonderful," the older female said, who the girl assumed was the instructor of this class. She slowly made her way towards the girl. Her heels clicked against the cold tile floor. As each heel click went by, the girl's ears began to ring in, her heart pounding in her chest. The desk she was sitting at became uncomfortable the closer the women got. She felt small, inferior to this older woman who she had yet to know. She didn't know if the older women was ally or foe in this strange place. She kept her guard up as the women finally stepped in front of her. "I am glad that you are awake, girl. The whole class was very nervous that you would not wake up soon and be sent back," the older female stated with a slight British accent. "Pardon them for getting overly excited and staring, but it has been quite a while since they have had a new classmate." What? The girl gulped and opened her mouth to speak but nothing could come out. Instead she grabbed at her throat and coughed viciously. The older women rushed towards the girl's side and squatted down making sure to tuck her skirt in between her folded legs. She then caressed the girl's hands and shushed her, "Don't bother speaking now unless you want to feel pain," the women said. The girl slightly relaxed as she listened to the women's soothing voice but after hearing her last sentence she tensed up again. What? The rest of the classroom had kept their gaze towards the chalk board as the women stood up, "I would introduce myself to you but you will only know who I am when you have been promoted after 2 years. They only placed you in this class due to overfill in the Virgin class. I will have someone escort you there," the women stated as she stood up. She pushed the girl's curly hair out of her face, "Quite beautiful you are, yet your hair is too unruly. Once you graduate to my class you would have been shaped up into a better-looking women than you are now. And by then you would have already had your husband chosen for you from Project Masculine." She clapped her hands together with an excited expression on her face, "OH I guarantee that you will have such beautiful children!" She briskly walked back to the front of the class and turned back to the rest of the students. Huh? The girl didn't understand what she was saying. How did she get here? What was going on? "Mallory Davis, please do me a favor and escort Miss..." she waited for the girl to respond but stopped herself before saying, "Right, your voice will not work for a couple of hours. I will have Miss Mallory-," she blinked and continued, "Actually Mrs. Malloy Thompson," she corrected herself with an all-knowing smile, "to escort you to your correct classroom." A girl stood up who she assumed was Mallory and curtsied towards the instructor, " I would be honored to escort this young lady to her rightful classroom. And when I make my way back, I have many stories to tell about my fiancé and I," she winked and did a little dance which caused the rest of the class to giggle and whisper to each other. Mallory made her way to the girl and slightly touched her shoulder, "Come on doll face, let's go to your new classroom." The girl scrunched her face in disapproval at the nickname that Mallory had called her but couldn't say anything to correct her. She followed Mallory out of the classroom. As she left, she turned her head back and looked at the cursive letters that the instructor had written on the board. She squinted and turned her head a bit and read Marriage and Fertility class A. When did universities have a class like this? Maybe she slept for too long and missed the orientation for this school, as well as the enrollment process. She did not remember ever applying to any colleges. In fact, she could not remember anything at all. Except for one thing. Her name. She would never forget her God given name. She followed the Mallory girl through the twists and turns of the corridor. The hallway was lit by a chandelier way above their heads. The walls were covered with gray bricks that seems to be wore down and pointed at some edges. The stairs that they had walked down were old but stable enough to walk on. As they walked the steps and took turns to get to the next stair way, she noticed that the whole school was quiet with a few chatters here and there. She counted a total of three staircases which meant there was a total of four floors and based on where they started they just arrived at the bottom floor. They finally stopped in front of a room that was way bigger than the last one the girl was in. The desks had been moved to the side and numerous girls had filled the room. Mallory had left the girl by the door and went to an instructor, pointing in my direction. The girls that littered the large room, had their shirts in their hands and covered their upper bodies from the cool air. An array of medical equipment had littered a couple of tables set up. She noticed that the instructor was in a Doctor outfit and that he was male. The only male that she had seen so far and not only that there were 3 others that were scattered around the room. Why were there male Doctors in a room full of young females? Mallory had made her way towards the girl with the Doctor following in suit, "This is Doctor Harris and he will be the one doing the diagnostics on you to determine who you are in our society." Excuse me? The Doctor nudged Mallory aside and positioned himself in front of the girl. He extended his arm out towards the girl and carefully lifted her hand and placed a kiss on it. Chills went down the girl's spine as the Doctor began to talk. He had such a low voice for a man who was only an inch taller than she, "Good evening darling, I know it must be hard for you to have woken up in such a strange place but rest assured, the Good Doctor will take care of you," he said with a partial smile on his face. Mallory had been smiling widely in the back as the Doctor said his take. Her face was stiff from the smile and her posture was overly correct. If she had went any straighter, the girl had worried if Mallory would snap backwards. The girl's eyes focused back on the Doctor. He was still staring at her and continued speaking as if the girl had not just completely ignored him, "Now please line up with the rest of the girls along the wall." He pointed along the wall that she had seen many of the females with their shirts off. The girl looked back and noticed that Mallory had left the room. Leaving the girl with no one she was familiar too. She noticed that there was not much chatter in the room, only the conversions that the other male Doctors were having with the female they were talking too. A hand appeared in her face, "Hurry up and get over there girl!" The girl's head snapped to voice that had yelled in her direction. She was surprised to see that the same calm Doctor that had introduced himself was yelling at her. The girl raised her eyebrow as if to challenge the Doctor, but she knew she couldn't say anything since her throat was still aching so she walked towards the line. The room had fallen silent completely and all eyes were on her. As she lined up, the girl overheard a female getting her diagnostics done. "Age," the Doctor asked the shivering blonde girl. She had slightly bent forward covering her chest with her white shirt. Her blonde hair had covered her upper half and stopped just before her jean belt line. "Twenty-Two," the blonde girl replied with a southern drawl in her voice. The blonde girl's eyes darted around the room taking everything in and stopped at the girl at the back of the line. Based on her dishelved look and messy hair it looked like she had just woken up. She overheard some of the Doctors taking about another student coming over and it seemed like it was her. The girl was about the same height as the blonde girl with her being a little taller. Underneath the girls unkempt hair revealed strong facial features. Her gaze was as intense as lion hiding behind a bush watching for her prey. The girl had blown away her hair to unveil reddish butterscotch skin with dark freckles that littered her face. She had piercing dark brown eyes with a light hazel in the center that stared back her like a predator watching her prey. Her face had no emotion on it as they both stared at each other. The more they stared at each other, they felt a connection, but that connection would soon be destroyed in the near future. "Please stand on the scale, so we can measure your height and weight," the male Doctor asked. The blonde girl did as she was told and zoned out still staring at the girl in the back. The girl noticed that the blonde girl was staring unnecessary as she was going through her whole procedure. The blonde girls feature was beautiful , but the more the eye contact lasted, the more untrustworthy she became in the girls eyes. The girl followed her every movement, trying to figure out what this procedure was. The blonde girl looked back at the male Doctor, "Aren't you going to ask for my name?" the girl squinted as the male doctor shined a light in her eyes. The male Doctor eyes looked up at her from his papers and looked back down with a slight chuckle. "Only speak when spoken Madeline Hoppers. And besides I already have that information." The blonde girl noticed him check something on the paper, Housewife. She gulped and was escorted to the other side of the room. The girl was starting to get impatient with all this waiting. As she was looking around, she noticed that there was no way to leave this room and even if she did leave the room; there were no exits that she could see when she was walking around the corridors. She had no time to look, because of how many times Mallory would look back at her to make sure she was there. The girl was sure in fact that Mallory was loyal to whatever cultish place this was. The girl's eyes followed Madeline as she went towards the opposite wall. She watched as the blond was offered a pink liquid that almost resembled pink lemonade but opaque and see through. Madeline drank the liquid hesitantly and froze. The girl blinked and the next thing saw was the girl about to collapse but some others caught her. "It will take some time to get used to but the first time is always the hardest." "-xt,"the male Doctors voice droned back into her thoughts. "NEXT!" The girl blink and stepped forward. She didn't notice that the line in front of her had disappeared and a wide gap had formed in between her and the male Doctor. She walked forward, still eyeing the blonde girl from the corner of her eye. "Why do you not have your shirt off," he asked as he was organizing the papers in front of him. The flashes of different female faces were rearranged in a folder before landing on a file with her picture on it. She grew ill as she the saw options on the file. She didn't get to read the rest of the options before the Doctor slapped her with the folder. The girl was taken aback at the male Doctors actions. She heard a couple of chuckles from her left as she snapped her head upwards. The other male Doctors in the room were laughing, "Do as your told women and everything will be easy." She clenched her fist, and made direct eye contact with the male that spoke. He noticed and dropped his own folder onto the table making the females around him flinch. He rolled his tongue in his mouth and made his way towards the girl, "What are you going to do? Hit me?" Yes. She swung at his lower jaw causing him to sputter back and topple down onto the lined desks. The next thing the girl knew the male guards from outside had restrained her arms and yanked her hair back. Doctor Harris had brought out that same drink that was given to Madeline. Her mouth was pried open and the drink was poured down her throat. One of the guards had covered her mouth and nose which made her gag and swallow the solution. With each gulp, the liquid immediately took effect. She felt humble, submissive as she fell to the floor. Her pupils had dilated and glazed over. Her heart felt as if it pinched to her ribs. She pounded on her chest and coughed harder. She still felt some remaining liquid go down her throat. Everything became so blurry as she became more drowsy. She tried to stand back up but the drink had made her so uncoordinated. Whatever this drink was it worked fast and she knew she had to stay far away from it. She heard mumbles and felt a hand yank her somewhere but she couldn't see. But that didn't matter she needed to get this liquid out and fast. She stuck her hand down her throat, causing herself to throw up a gunk of the pink liquid. It burned her throat as if it was pure acid coming back up. "Well no one's down that before but once Viper in your system, it's not coming out," she heard someone whisper in her ear. She swung at the voice but didn't hit anything. Everything else became a blur after that. She felt like she was slipping in and out of consciousness. "Height 5' 8" check, Weight- 128lbs check, Age- Twenty check, Race- Hispanic/African mix check," she heard the previous male Doctor say as he checked everything off after confirming. Her senses slowly came back to her but everything was so muffled. "And name is Amelia T. Jacks, check," he placed his folder down. "Amelia is a pretty name for a rough headed girl like you but with a little fixing you'll just be like everyone else." "Jacks," she mumbled. "What?" She forced her burning throat and voice to speak up louder, so the whole damn world could hear, "My f*****g name is Jacks only."