The Cafeteria

John was herded as much by the other women leaving the beautification training as he was by the computer. Apparently lunch was his next destination, and his stomach growled at the thought of food. He had no idea how long he’d been out prior to waking up this morning, but he was ready to eat. He also was itching to get the chance to speak to a line cook or something about his predicament. He slowly started paying attention to the women, as scared as he was, and their conversations.

“I don’t belong here!”

“This is a mistake!”

“I’m not a lesbian!”

Those were all common themes. It’s no wonder Holly didn’t believe him. John noticed on woman, a slightly overweight Latina walking slightly oddly. “Is everything OK?” He asked her, trying to keep his voice down. The last thing he wanted was any attention from the computer.

“This thong is uncomfortable. I’m used to boxer shorts,” she whispered back with a somewhat sexy accent.

“You’re in a thong?” John asked, trying to remain with the herd of women as they were shlowly ushered down the hall.

“You’re not?” she asked him back.

He shook his head slightly. “Nah. Granny panties.”

“Enjoy it. These things are uncomfortable. I’m Carmen.”

“John,” he replied.

Carmen smiled. She was somewhat pretty, and just a little overweight. John cursed at the constriction of his cock under the plate. He needed to get that thing off.

“Pleased to meet you, Joan,” Carmen said. John couldn’t tell if it was her accent or if she was actually calling him by his correct name.

“Same here. Hopefully lunch will be decent,” he said.

Carmen chuckled. “Honey, it’s a prison. We’ll get slop.”

That unnerved John and he kept quiet the rest of the way to the cafeteria. The group came in short order to a set of doors with bar handles and wire-reinforced glass. John was immediately reminded of grade school doors, and went through them into the cafeteria.

There were numerous women seated at tables, all chattering. Some were sitting like deer in headlights. Some were just talking. Some were rather plain looking (and sad looking, he noticed). Others were gorgeous and poured into their jump suits. Still others were wearing tight jeans and tops. Some were in mini dresses and heels. That made no sense! Where were their uniforms?

ohn noticed one stunning redhead, sitting with three other women at a table. They had it to themselves. All were gorgeous, but the redhead seemed to be the leader. She was sucking on a lollipop and was wearing a Catholic school girl costume. Again, John cursed at the chastity plate locked on him.

He heard Carmen say, “I’ll see you around, Joan!”

John smiled and waved, realizing he had given her a finger wave not unlike what Holly gave him before his shower from Hell.

Sighing, he scanned the cafeteria and spotted Holly, sitting with Lisa and a few other women. John made his way towards them, glancing back at the gorgeous redhead sucking on her lollipop as he went.

Holly noticed John as he got closer and smiled and clapped eagerly. Lisa looked over and grinned.

Holly bounded over towards John and hugged him slightly, giving him air kisses. Her breasts pressed against him and for the countless time since he’d woken, John cursed at the plate.

“Joanie! You clean up well!” Holly said.

“I’m not thrilled with this look. The brows will grow back, won’t they?”

Holly smiled. “Not like before. And after a few treatments, not at all. But that beats having to pluck them manually.”

John sighed. He needed to get out f this place and soon.

John realized that there wasn’t a serving line. There were no hot trays of food being dispensed by humans. “This is the cafeteria, right?” He asked Holly as she led him over to the table.

“Oh! I keep forgetting!” Holly said. “You don’t know the routine. C’mon!”

She led him to a line of women along the far wall. Most, like John, were in the tan jumpsuit. But there were a few that were in more civilian clothing.

“What’s the deal with them?” John whispered, nodding his head towards a woman in heels and jeans. “Where is her jumpsuit? And what’s the deal with Red over there?” He again gestured with his head to where the gorgeous readhead with the lollipop was.

“Oh, the closer you are to release from here, the more freedom you’re allowed. And the more you go along with things, the shorter your sentence here is.” They moved forward, slightly. “You can ask the computer for things in our cell, stuff that shows you’re embracing your hetero nature. Those will typically be allowed. So f you asked for some racy undies, you’d probably get some,” she explained.

“Some of these girls have patrons, though.”

“Patrons?” John asked.

Holly smiled. “Do you think this,” and she gestured at the room with her hand, “is all paid for by the government? This is a private facility. People pay for our conversions.”

“People pay...?”

“There is a need for man hungry women, Joanie. Some people’s conversions are paid for to provide hookers, cocktail waitresses, showgirls. Some rich guys want a devoted trophy wife. Some want to make sure that their sons or grandsons have women who aren’t after their money. So... some women get patrons who oversee their training and appearance.”

John swallowed hard at the thought of having a patron. “How do the patrons.. choose...”

“There are regular showings of girls for prospective patrons,” Holly said. “The earlier a girl is selected for patronage, the less expensive it is for the patron. The further along in your conversion...”

“I’m not being converted!” John said.

Holly laid a sympathetic hand on John’s shoulder. “The further along in your conversion, the more expensive a girl’s patronage becomes.”

“And Red?” John asked, again nodding towards the redhead.

“That’s Heidi. Typical mean girl from high school. She’s trouble. Stay away from her. She’s almost out, has a very wealthy patron, and is a super bitch. He pulls a lot of stings for her and she thinks her shit doesn’t stink.”

“She has contacts with a patron?” John asked. “Like, she talks to live humans?”

“I guess,” Holly said with a shrug. “But she’s nasty, Joanie. Stay away from her.”

By this point, they had arrived at a slot in the wall with a shelf under it, with a small speaker, like in a drive through, above it.

“Give your ID number,” Holly whispered, nodding her head towards the speaker.

John looked down at his chest. “Uh...1LEZ4535,” He tentatively said. A soft “ping” cane from the speaker. “Enjoy your meal, Prisoner 1LEZ4535,” came a staticy reply fron the speaker.

A tray with a salad, a small tub of dressing, and a glass of water slid onto the shelf through the slot. “That’s it? That’s lunch? John said, hi stomach growling.

“The computer obviously thinks you need to watch your figure, Joanie,” Holly said.

He picked up his tray and Holly led him back to the lunch table.