Holding

….bad feeling about everything.

The next hour is taken up with sitting around as you are processed, you have been through this plenty of times in your own world so you just sit back and let it all happen. You spend the time you have trying to think up reasons why you only have fake ID and why there is most likely no record of you in this world.

You decide it might be smart to just give them your real name and hope for the best, after all there might be a version of you in this world.

Whilst all this is going on you have some time to watch the other people being brought into the station. You notice that for the most part the kinds of people who get pulled arrested during the day are much the same as in your world. There seems to be no lack of day drinking cunts who like to pick fights in the street. Really the only thing that stands out is the fact that they are all women and from the way they are dressed it makes the cells look like a prison just for hookers.

Along with that you become pretty sure of how this world works, as you sit in holding you deal with the usual idle **** thrown by those you are with. It does enlighten you somewhat, every single insult has something to do with the way you are dressed, it seems that only gay, pregnant or barren women dress the way you do in this world. That matches up with what you have seen already, it seems like there is some kind of focus in this society that you have to dress in a way that will attract a man with the end goal being to get knocked up.

By the time you are pulled out of the Holding Cell and shuffled into a interview room you have figured out that no matter what happens from here you are going to have to deal with the chances of men coming at you with designs on your cunt.

The idea fills you with….