Janet, female, 18, FRIGID

The walk back from the UNCAT evaluation centre is a nightmare. I feet as if every single person I encounter can instantly see my results… I don’t want to be seen, I stick close to the walls of the houses, and when I must cross a street I do it quickly, without looking up. I want to disappear into the ground, I never want to walk another street again, I never want anyone to notice me again… because they will all feel disgust, or ridicule, or even pity… and I don’t want to be pitied!

Officially, there’s no value judgment in any of the classifications… they should just be a description of a reality, and nothing more. But of course, that’s not true. Society has assigned their own values to them, or more correctly, maledom has. It is a very simple equation: the popularity of a particular qualification in the UNCAT’s catalogue’s search engine correlates more or less directly to the esteem of having it. When many men search for boobie type ‘MELON’, it is an honor for a girl to adorn on her profile; similarly, when few men are looking for vulva type ‘SLAB’, it gets discredited, and the girls who have it get debased with it. It becomes embarrassing to have a slabby vulva, girls are ridiculed and shamed, they attempt to cover it up even when they know they will always be exposed, causing even greater humiliation…

There are many traits that are considered undesirable like that, but there is one who beats them all. It is for the attribute of “Arousal type”, and the classification is ‘FRIGID’. Now give a few billion men access to a database where they can search for their dream girl, and tell me how many of them will enter “frigid” as a desirable trait?

Exactly.

None.

Yet that’s exactly how I have just been evaluated, taking my admission SCRAP screening on my 18th birthday. Apparently that’s what I am. Frigid. I can feel myself blushing when I think of it, even if there is no one watching me. I try to hide in the porches even deeper, trying not to get noticed by anyone until I get home.

And it is so unfair! I feel exactly the same as any other girl, I want to please men and serve them and give them pleasure with my sheer existence… but what frigid girl can hope to provide pleasure to a man? Sure, they will want me to cook for them and clean their houses and do their laundry… but take pleasure from me? It is very, very unlikely. There are rumors that there are deviant men who specifically enjoy fucking a girl who can’t be aroused, and of course they should be serviced as well, but in all honesty, I really doubt if these men relly exist, or indeed if they did, if they shouldn’t be treated in some hospital or institution… All sane men want the girl they’re fucking to be turned on by it, don’t they?

And it isn’t really true, either! I know it is there, somewhere deep down, that thing that everyone is so full of, hornification… it is not that I can’t be aroused, it is more like a giant lid has been put on it, and there is something brewing underneath there, but it has no way to get out… it just bubbles and boils and fumes there, and the lid makes it all compressed and strained, just outside the edge of my mind, like the rumbling of a dormant volcano… but of course, I could never convince any SCRAP Evaluator of that.

And now, there is no way to explore that. It is right there, on the third line of my UNCAT profile: ‘FRIGID’. And it spells with full clarity to any man who will browse me.

Uninteresting.

Useless.

Might as well be dead.

There is no doubt in my mind that I won’t pop up on the preference list of even one man in the world. I’ll be a virgin forever; none will want me. Destined for an insignificant life ending in an unnoticed ****. I’m barely 18, yet my life is already over.