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September 10th, 2024
Stephanie takes a sip of her tea, descending into the depths below Dorley Hall. She needs to evaluate the new intake, and especially, her first boy she will be sponsoring.
She sits down in the observation room, places down her tea, and pulls open her phone to consensus.
Huh, she has a few new messages from Christine, she must have completed the deeper background check on her boy.
Christine
You may want to take a look at this Steph, while our initial background check suggested a boy on a dangerous path, this one might be a bit more to your liking.
It took me a bit of time to find this, particularly because Alexander used VPNs frequently, but the conclusion I think I've drawn is very interesting.
Basement Dweller
What conclusion Christine? And what do you mean “a bit more to my liking”?
Christine
I noticed frequent browsing history on egg_irl, traaa, and /tttt/, all done through VPN and proxy connections. The posting history connected to “him” suggests a large amount of self loathing and internalized transphobia. Basically, we appear to have a rotten little egg in the basement here.
Stephanie leans back in her chair and lets out a large sigh.
Nothing is ever simple here, should’ve expected a curveball like this.
Basement Dweller
So, a spiky egg then? A trans girl so deep in denial and self loathing they take it out on their own community?
Christine
Probably, yes. I thought this might be a positive as you won’t really be force-femming a boy, but rather prying open an egg. Might rest easier on your conscience.
Basement Dweller
Yeah, it will, but it has made my plan so much more complicated! I don’t know how to deal with an egg like that.
Christine
You are a smart girl, Steph, you can figure it out. Talk to the other sponsors and don’t let yourself handle this on your own.
Gotta run Steph, good luck!
Stephanie locks her phone with a sigh. She sets her sight on Alexander on the monitors. The “boy” is unassuming: white, skinny, relatively short, with brown hair that's down to his shoulders.
Perhaps he was growing his hair out already, Steph muses.
She takes another sip from her mug, and sets out to meet her charge.
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Waking up in a concrete cell, naked except for a medical smock, was apparently not conducive to a positive morning experience. After scanning the bare room, Alex took to pacing around the floor, as he always did while nervous.
A knock on his cell door breaks him out of his habitual pacing.
A speaker crackles on: “Hello, Alexander.”
He flinches. He hates when people call him by his full name. He was always Alex. Being called Alexander left him with a nasty feeling in his gut.
He turns towards the door, “Just call me Alex, please…”
“Alright, Alex. I will be coming into your room momentarily. I am armed with a taser, and all the doors are locked to biometrics. I trust you will not attempt to harm me or escape in any way?”
He nods, “Okay… you can come in. Not that I have a choice in the matter”
After his acquiescence a beautiful woman steps through the door. Taller than him, in a nice sundress befitting the season, and stunning makeup.
I wish I could be as pretty as her, a forbidden part of his brain remarks.
Her face creeps up into a smirk. Oh shit, I am staring!
“Hello, Alex. Nice to finally meet you in the flesh.”
Still somewhat awestruck by the gorgeous woman in front of him, he fumbles for a response. “I um.. Who are you? Why am I here??”
She lets out a chuckle, “My name is Stephanie, or Steph if you prefer. You, my boy, are now in the care of Dorley Hall. This is a… reformation facility of sorts. You and six other boys were selected due to your social trajectories. Specifically, the kinds that result in being dangerous to women.”
“But I never did anything dangerous!” he rebukes.
She crosses her arms, “Not physically no, but we have your browsing history, Alex. In excruciating detail.”
He freezes. Do they know about that ?
“Harassing women, transgender people, et cetera. It is a common profile we have seen before. It doesn’t take long for that harassment to go physical, Alex. Especially on boys so ripe for radicalization like yourself.”
Alex internally lets out a sigh of relief. They don’t know about his… other proclivities.
“I think you will find your time here very transformative Alex.” Stephanie pulls a cereal bar and bottle of water out of her dress, It has pockets! , and leaves them on the floor in front of her.
“I will be back later to meet with you again Alex, enjoy your breakfast.”
Stephanie begins to leave, and Alex rushes to grab the food and water. Before Steph closes the door, she pokes her head out. “Oh and Alex, it is okay to want to be pretty.”
As the door closes and locks shut, Alex is left dumbstruck, dropping his half opened cereal bar on the floor.