A sisterhood that wouldn't accept you

As sleep swiftly takes you, your mind casts itself into an uncomfortably familiar dreamscape, well-known walls swell up around you as you find yourself back in your old dorm room. The first few nights after being thrown out of college you found your dreams bringing you back here, your subconscious running it like a simulation for your mind, to see if there were any warning signs you missed that day.

You step forward towards a mirror and stare at your reflection, despite your actual mood you see your reflection smiling back at you, the dream showing you a near-perfect recreation of events. At first, you welcomed the dream, to see if there was anything you could use to appeal the college's decision, some key piece of evidence or clue, but there wasn't anything, you know that all too well now. Now the dream seems only to serve as a recurring nightmare, perpetually making you relive what is the worst day of your life, not being able to do anything differently. Just standing and observing your life, everything you worked for, and all the sacrifices you made for this, such as friends, boyfriends or girlfriends you kept distant from. All of it for nothing.

You want nothing more than to punch the mirror before you, and unleash the rage you feel burning inside of you from knowing what's to come, but instead you silently fume. You watch yourself through your own amber eyes, dancing to a non-existent melody, stripping out of your clothes to try on various outfits for what back then you thought would be your triumphant day of joining the prestigious Sisterhood of the Psi Pi Psi Sorority.

The sisterhood where you'd rub elbows and make lasting bonds with the next generation of Corporate executives, planetary dignitaries and other important connections you could have used to further yourself. Your noble goal of mastering the field of genetic modification and seamless integration with nanorobotics, to finally rid humanity of the last few ailments that still plague humanity. To give humanity the tools to push out even further into the universe, and survive the harshest of environments.

You had the mind to grasp the complexities of genetic reprogramming and nano robotics and the creative drive to see where the next steps lie to advance both fields. All you needed were to know the right people, who could give you the chance you needed to get the funding and resources to make it happen, less your brilliant mind languishes under some dreary R&D department for one of the big 6 corporations. The Psi Pi Psi sorority was that last piece to achieving that dream, a dream that now lies in shattered ruins on the ground, acting as mere kidling for anger that's been living rent-free in your body since this fateful day.

You the phantom of your past self admiring their naked form in the mirror, your modest but natural D cup boobs sitting high and proud on your chest. Your lightly freckled face smiles proudly as your past recreation adjusts your shoulder-length chestnut brown hair into a simple yet elegant ponytail. Your body is mostly lean, with just a hint of muscle definition from your morning fitness routine, with just a hint of curves in all the right places. A very desirable body which would look very inviting in body-hugging dresses were it not for your futa heritage somewhat spoiling the profile should you find someone who catches your eye.

Unlike previous versions of this dream, when you glance down at your impressive length and weighty balls, you find a warm thrill running through you. The knowledge of what changes have occurred to your slumbering form gives you a potent tool for correcting the Psi Pi Psi sorority's mistake. The thought gives you comfort as on cue the door to your door room bursts open, and the scowling face of the Vice Dean of college, flanked by 4 members of campus security.

You watch the phantom of yourself being told to stand aside, not even being given time to properly dress as two of the security guards walk into your room and fish out some holopads stashed away in the back of your closet. You cling to the warming thought of payback while your minds unhelpfully recreate the unpleasant emotions you felt that day. The numbness of shock sets in as the Vice Dean lists off your so-called transgressions, the previously unseen holopads contain answer keys and other key information about tests and assignments for your course, both future and past.

You watch as your tearful pleas of innocence are ignored and you are given some clothes to throw on, while the security guards begin rummaging through the rest of your few meagre possession to search for more contraband. Only to find several outlawed memory enhance ****, worthless to you given how sharp your natural memory is. This discovery was enough for the Vice Dean to render judgement and declares you in breach of your student contract and with immediate effect, your enrollment is terminated and any existing work or progress on your course invalidated.

You watch as the dream version of yourself breakdown, unable to comprehend what's happened, none of this making any sense. You are given a moment to dress before the security guard frog march you out of your dorm, dozens of fellow students watching from open doorways as you are led away. You glance up pleadingly at one face. Alice, the president of the Psi Pi Psi sorority, knows she holds sway with the faculty. But then you see that evil smirk on her face as she shakes her head.

"I always knew you were too good to be true, Rebecca, I'm so glad you were caught before you could taint the good name of our Sisterhood," Alice says in a cold tone

"I'm glad you told us when you did, I know it must have been hard to turn in a fellow student and a prospective Sister too," The Vice Dean replies as your past self is bundled past.

"Not at all, Her kind has no place at Psi Pi Psi," Alice replies with a reassuring tone.

It was at this moment in the first dream that you pieced together who your betrayer was. Who had orchestrated for those Holos and memory **** to be planted in your dorm room. The moment that fire of rage was born within you a desire to get your **** on Alice. The first thoughts were ****, but these felt too fleeting, what you want is for her to relieve a moment like this. Fortunately, you have the mind and now the tools to do just that, it would take time, but thankfully time was something you had an abundance of with no course to study.

For the first time since these dreams start, you finally regain control of them, as you glance back at Alice one final time, there are no tears in your eyes, but a look of determination and a big smile on your face. The look unnerved the dream recreation of Alice, a look of fear in her eyes. It's a look you hold onto with great comfort as your dreams speed up, to the holo call with your parents, where they chastise you for your actions and refuse to listen to your defence. Declaring that they will have nothing to do with you and that you can fend for yourself as penance for your alleged crimes.

Instead, you continue to focus on your plan to pull down the foundations of Psi Pi Psi, Sister by Sister until the entire thing comes crumbling down with Alice still at the top. Fortunately, in your weeks of pledging, there was no shortage of sisters who treated you poorly and were now deserving targets of your plan. Now you have the means to ensure your seed would take, you'd slowly work your way through the sorority, impregnating various Sisters.

The Charons hope reproductive grants were very generous as a drive to expand the colony, so to most of the Sisters it would be essentially a paid break from their course and many would treat it as such. Many of the sisters came from wealthy or powerful families, who would relish the idea of grandchildren so soon, with life expectancy in humans so long and anti-ageing treatments in abundance to those who could afford them, families could go many decades without any new arrivals.

One by one Sisters would drop out of college, and soon a reputation would spread, questionable parties and traditions of the sorority will be questioned and all fingers will invariably be pointed at Alice. You look forward to watching her squirm, as the trap tightens around her, and you look forward to being there in person as it springs, just like she was for your own.