Justin Holland - hacker

The new arrivals stood lined up on the gravel drive, the mix of hardened delinquents and nervous rich boys eyeing each other uneasily. You didn’t feel like you fit into either group, neither rich or a blue collar criminal. It was your ex that had narced on you dammit. You’d been so careful… The grand facade of Saint Felicity’s loomed before you, security guards watchful at the edges.

As the nurse approached with her tray of little pink pills and water tumblers, one of the young men spoke up.

“What sort of X-change pills are we talking about here?” He was a big guy… for the moment.

“Plus variant,” the Headmistress replied coolly. “They come in custom pairs. Permanent until the second pill is taken, reversing the change. But there is some specificity to each students pills dependent upon the reason why you were all sent here. Justin Holland,” she looked at you with a smirk, “for example, you are here for hacking the Federal Reserve amongst other things. Your pill will include dyslexia to prevent future crimes…” she tapped her head. “You won’t be quite so smart or antisocial and will need to learn how to play nice with others.”

“Wait, what!” You said, eyes wide.

“Jeremy Jackson, you’re here for ****… your form is to be five foot tall with almost no muscle mass… and aggression seriously dampened by hormonal adjustment…”

“Oh fuck no!”

“Ned Gilroy… sexual ****… we have a particularly **** bimbo pill for you…”

Another guy paled and looked ready to try and bolt for it. “Bimbo?!” He muttered.

A ripple of nervous murmurs spread through the group. Ned’s cocky smirk had died instantly. Jeremy clenched his fists, while another guy looked like he might be sick.

One by one you were made to swallow. The changes began within minutes — skin softening, voices cracking higher, chests growing tender and swelling, hips widening. Your changes were not as **** as some but the fogginess of your mind was terrifying. You defined yourself my your intelligence and you sensed it was gone now.

Uniforms were issued on the spot: short red plaid skirts, tight white blouses, striped ties, blazers, and shiny Mary Janes.