Go along with her... for now

There wasn't much of a choice. That witch Mrs. Warren had already proven that she could screw with my head. If I refused to play along, she could make things much worse for me, and I had seen enough to suspect that she would.

I made my way over to the pile of clothes and felt my face contort as I looked at them. All pink, probably to add an extra layer of humiliation to the whole situation. Pink bra, pink panties, pink sundress, and pink high heels. They weren't the craziest heels I had ever seen, maybe a couple of inches, but still... how did she expect me to walk in them? I had never worn anything like that in my life.

With no other choice, I started getting dressed. My movements were robotic, and... easier than I would have expected. The panties slid up my legs, bra clasped in front of me then turned and positioned to support me, then dress pulled over my head. I slipped my feet into the shoes and started walking to the door, only realizing that I was walking pretty darn well in them halfway. I snarled a bit, but carried on. No other choice.

Outside of the hospital room was what looked like a small office. Mrs. Warren sat behind the desk, a few folders spread out in front of her. She didn't look up, even as I closed the door more loudly than was necessary. "Ahh, Lucy. Please have a seat." I stood where I was for a moment, trying to gauge the extent of the control she had over me. No compulsion to sit. Was it because she made it a request and not a command?

Still, better not to push things for now. I made my way to the chair across from her and sat down, glaring at her the whole way. When she finally looked up, she had the most punchable dang smile on her face...

"There is no need to glare at me, dear. This really is for your own good."

"Forget that!" I said, wincing slightly as the word I really wanted to say was replaced. "How the heck is this supposed to be for my own good?"

"You were a delinquent with virtually no future. You would likely have ended up on the streets, addicted to ****, and dying early without intervention."

"You can't know... you don't know me," I said. I sounded so hollow to my own ears. Was it easier to hear that emotion with my new, feminine voice?

"I can and I do, because I have seen iterations of you dozens of times over the years," Mrs. Warren said. "But, in any case, that is no longer true. You are now a lovely young lady who has quite the promising future before her."

"A future you decided on."

"Admittedly, that is true," Mrs. Warren said. "But, in the interest of avoiding a circular conversation, we can move on. You are a woman now, whether you like it or not, and the women of our town exist to support the men of our town. You are now compelled to obey men, to a degree, and to mold yourself to a specific man once you have been matched-"

"Matched? You're fricking trying to marry me off?!" I asked, my voice reaching that high pitched squeal again.

"You will marry, of course," Mrs. Warren said, seemingly unbothered by my outburst. "And do keep your voice down, my dear. It is unbecoming to scream."

"You..." My voice was lower, sounding less panicked as a result of the lower volume.

"The only question is how much say you want in this whole process, Lucy. We could rewrite you completely, make you a lovely and compliant wife for one of the men of our town. It's not a method we like to use, however. It somewhat defeats the purpose. But we will if we need to," Mrs. Warren said.

"Is that how you won my old man over? Promised him a perfect little ****?" I asked.

"A girl shouldn't call her father an old man, it's unbecoming. Daddy seems more suitable, don't you agree? And to answer your question, we have assigned your father a partner, yes. A lovely woman. You'll meet her soon. But she's not a ****. She accepted her role in our community openly."

I doubted that. "Great, so my daddy..." I paused, eyes widening and a shiver shooting through me.

"Much better. In any case, we should move on. We're not here to discuss your father. We have some options for you, as far as partners go. Accept your role and you can retain yourself and even choose which one you want. Fight us, and you'll be less you and will still end up with one of them."