Back on campus

Megan regained consciousness, shivering in the cool night air. She was naked except for the glossy new accessories the Facility had provided her with. She squirmed there in the damp grass, trying to understand when it was or where she was. It seemed to be pre-dawn with an imminent sunrise just beginning to lighten the night sky. She sat up, taking in her surroundings. She was alone, and this was the campus! A common area near the gymnasium. Of course the bastards would leave her out here like this. People would be out soon, and her bare breasts were on display. Her first order of business was to find some clothes.

She loped stealthily towards the gym, bare feet slipping on the dewy grass. To her relief the place seemed abandoned, but of course the doors were locked. She crept around the side of the building towards the locker room entrance, which she had used before when working out. It opened. Thank god for incompetent campus security. She listened for signs of life for a moment before proceeding, but the coast seemed to be clear. Her lucky streak seemed to have come to an end though. All the lockers were either empty, or locked. But hadn’t she heard about an old storage area in the basement?

She padded down the cold stone floor and down the stairs. This place was inky black and might normally have seemed threatening, but the campus gym didn’t freak her out after her visit to the Facility. She fumbled around for the light switch, illuminating the old basement. An old boiler dominated the musty space, but to her delight there were racks of clothes hanging in old storage bags. She opened one hurriedly, and grimaced at what she saw. It was an old cheerleader uniform, probably from the 70’s. The uniforms the cheer squad wore now were modern, essentially short shorts and tank tops. This was a green pleated skirt and a yellow sleeveless sweater, probably meant to be worn with a white turtleneck underneath. This normally wouldn’t have bothered her, but her mind went to the maids and the nurse… Any uniform with fetishistic associations set off alarm bells now. Still, she couldn’t get back to the dorm naked. She sighed and slipped on the skirt, and then pulled on the sweater. It felt good to be covered.

And then her chastity belt shocked her. She froze, and it shocked her again. Was it because of the clothes? She pulled off the skirt and kicked it away, only to yelp when it shocked her again. She clawed at the sweater, pulling it up past her belly, anticipating another shock… that didn’t come. She froze, inspecting herself. What was different? She looked down at the fresh QR code tattoo and had an idea. She lowered the sweater, covering the tattoo. A moment later, she was shocked. She lifted the sweater, exposing the tattoo. No shock. “Godamnit!” It looked like she would be investing in crop tops. She rose wearily to her feet and pulled the skirt back on. She rolled up the sweater, exposing her toned stomach and the tattoos on her back and belly. She tugged dejectedly at the thick collar around her neck, having forgotten about it in her quest for clothing. Something seemed to be carved into it. She shuddered, remembering what the nurse had said.

“And for our last order of business, what should your color say? It’s the first thing your users will see to let them know you’re not all Taylor Swift and wine coolers like the rest of the college girls…”

Megan looked around for a reflective surface, and found an old mirror in the corner. She approached, apprehensive to discover what the nurse had branded her as.