You wake up the next morning.

After sleeping a good long rest in the rather comfy bed of yours you wake up refreshed. The Headmistress comes in right on time and wants you to follow her to an unknown location. You get up out of bed with no rebellion and follow her out the door. You walk past fellow young girls dressed in the same outfit you're wearing, some without their white tees on. A few girls are mingling with soldiers and officers and some are leading them into locations unknown to you. You also pass windows separating you from the procedures within. Such procedures include transformations, figure training and hair treatment.

The Headmistress enter a door leading to a smaller laboratory and you follow her inside. She greets a doctor who looks at least 25 years older than you. He then turns and greets, "So you must be Heather?"

"Yes I am," you deliver that reply as a copy to a pop culture way of replying. You have studied a lot of young women's way of replying from the PDP. You reply like a 18-year-old girl in a innocent and playful way. The doctor chuckles at your subtle joy.

"Now Dr. Gaius, we need your help to transform this manly head of hair of hers into something more appropiate."

"First things first, my dear. I need to make sure that I get her measurements before I can match it with a hairstyle and length." Saying that, he orders you to strip. You do so and he gets a feel for your body. "Nice and firm, fair distance between cleavage and vagina, well muscled legs. You have lucky one here, my dear."

"How so?" the Headmistress asks the doctor.

"Her body size, height, and firmness, deserves something loose flowing from her head. What color would you like to put onto ther head, my dear?"

"I'd say brunette is popular. Let's go with a simple dark brunette."

"Nice choice my dear, good thing the facility orders more brunette than blonde, no offense, though."

"None taken, I love my hair anyway doctor."

The doctor smiles just like the way an old man should smile. He then turns to you and leads you out of the checking room, and says goodbye to the Headmistress, "We'll see you soon, my dear."

The Headmistress waves a small waves with her hand and has a determined look on her face. The doctor is now leading me to an even smaller room. This room is brightly lit and has a chair with no back in the center. He tells you to sit and he starts measuring your head. Then he goes to the back wall and rolls a small cart alongside you. On it scares you a little. A small scalpal, what looks like a ray gun, and a needle with pinkish liquid lays on the piece of cloth.

You then look to your right to see the doctor holding a breathing apparatus of some kind. He places it on your mouth and nose and assures you that everything will be fine. He says that you need to sleep in order for him to be as careful a possible. He doesn't want a scalpal in my brain anyway.

You look around the room once more before falling into a deep sleep. While you knocked out the doctor cares by strapping you into the chair so that you wouldn't be able to move due to reflexes. He then takes the needle with the pinkish liquid and injects it straight into your scalp.