The next day...

You open your eyes. You're lying naked in your bed. You've been cleaned off, and your hair has been redone. You spy a pile of clothes on your table, and a note on top of the pile. You slide out of bed, and pick up the note. It's from Alex.

"Here is your new, actual uniform. Please put it on before exiting your room. There aren't any rules regarding nudity, but you may get some strange looks. In addition, you must appear in uniform for your performances. P.S. The orange and white cloth is a bow. Please put it in your hair as follows." Attached with the note is a picture of your body with instructions on how to wear the clothing. Also a password for the computer.

"Buttslutz69"

Classy.

After about half an hour of great difficulty, you manage to get everything on. You've got a orange bow with white stripes wrapped around your head. You've gotten a black bra on, and a red tank top over it. You're also wearing a new pair of teal panties, with a skin-tight pair of white and black shorts on over them. Finally, you've gotten socks and a pair of yellow sneakers on.

While putting on the clothes, you've discovered yet another note.

"P.P.S, A blue maid's uniform is the sign of a newly transformed girl. You are absolutely forbidden from telling them anything about what happens here. Failure to follow this rule will be met with punishment."

"Guess that's that..." You mutter, and step out into the hall. It's 10:00 PM. Too late for breakfast. You decide to take a trip to the library and find a book to read.

Over half the books are related to sex in some way. Whether they're relating to improving sex life with a partner, pornography throughout the ages, or just hentai. You eventually manage to find a book on cooking and sit down on the black couch next to the artificial fireplace. You're about half an hour into looking at pictures of food and wondering if the Pink-haired girls could provide you with ingredients, when somebody comes up to you. She's a redhead with green eyes, and she's wearing a black dress and red heels. [Kim Possible]

"Oh, hey, you're the new girl, aren't you?" She asks as she approaches you. "Heard you got kinda fucked up last night, huh? I remember my first time..."

You sit and say nothing, but you to turn your head to listen.

"Still shy, huh? I getcha. Won't be that way for long though... You usually find someone you... Well... You'll see."

Then, out of the corner of your eye, you and the redhead spot a woman in a pure white maid's uniform walk past. She had green hair and appeared to be carrying a load of books.

"Who's that?" You ask.

"Oh, the Green?" The redhead responds. "She's one of the staff... Must be finishing up late today. They usually work the night shift. You must have seen them, yeah? The Blues and the Pinks? There's four different colors, all girls transformed by Alex, each group with a different function. See, when you and I got transformed, only our bodies changed. Our mind stayed the same. Sure, we might experience female hormones and all that, but we've still got the same mindset as before. But if you go against the rules, you get transformed a second time. And Alex doesn't hold back... Supposedly, the staff are the lucky ones, and the greens are the luckiest of them all. The staff members have their minds transformed too."

The green looks at you both and nods before carrying on her way. You stare in amazement and horror.

"Greens can't speak. But they pretty much have the same mindset as before. The only other thing with their brains is that they HAVE to follow Alex's orders. Like, we do too, but their bodies will move all on their own. These girls work on maintenance and janitorial tasks. Pinks are the next level. They're **** to follow Alex's orders as well. They can speak, but their brains have been altered to... Always be cheerful. No matter what, they're always perky, even when they don't want to be. They take care of the food. Blues, as I'm sure you've noticed are always serious and emotionless. They seem almost like robots, but I've heard that they're actually permitted to relax when in their quarters. They're guards. Hopefully, the only time you run into them is during your performances."

"And what about the last ones?" You ask.

"The last ones... Are the yellows." The redhead responds, her voice hushed and notably more serious. "I've never seen one myself, only heard about them. They work behind the scenes, doing dirty work that other staff can't bear to do. They're like robots, dear. And not like the blues, who are emotionless. Yellows will hunt you down if they so much as catch wind of you, and they'll pin you down like dogs."

"I...I see."

"I know what I just told you seems scary and strict, but really, it's not that bad. Don't go looking for trouble, and trouble won't find you. Alex might be strict, and she might be kinda cruel at times, but she's fair. As long as you just do what she says and avoid getting on her bad side, you'll do fine."

You say your goodbyes to the red haired girl, and continue reading. Eventually, the clock strikes twelve, and you decide that it might be a good time to eat lunch. You put your book down, and exit the library.