When she'd been told yesterday that she'd be undergoing a reeducation program, Sierra had braced herself for the worst. She was picturing something out of a Clockwork Orange, having her new baby blue eyeballs bombarded with images programming her into her new role. Clandestinely, she was preparing to resist as much as she could, maintain her inner Jon and be ready to make a break for the Stone as soon as she got out of the facility. However, the morning had progressed in a far different manner than her worst fears.
It had started with waking up in her spacious suite, on a comfortable bed, only to have an actual maid come in to give her breakfast in bed. The Eggs Benedict were delicious, if a bit fancier than what she was used to, and she was startled to discover she actually liked the taste of the latte that came with it. She'd never really liked coffee before, perhaps the changes extended to her taste buds?
After that Tracey had come in with her tablet and cheerfully talked her through her itinerary for the day. Sierra couldn't stop herself from growing to like the helpful woman even if she was insistent about sticking to the company line about their new identities. She had three modules that day, basic feminine hygiene, palate testing, and fashion 101. The first lesson hadn't been nearly as bad as she expected, mostly just a doctor calmly explaining some of the realities of Sierra's new body. Really she was just surprised at how complete of a job they'd done; she'd be able to lactate, menstruate, experience female ejaculation, carry a child in her womb, and in general had a fully functioning female reproductive system. She wasn't super looking forward to her first period, but she found herself being significantly less weirded out by the whole being a woman thing than she thought she would. She was even secretly looking forward to trying out the vibrator they gave her, later that night; after all she was going to wish this all away, and it might be a novel experience...
Anyway, if the first class had been surprisingly okay, the second was actually down right fun. Apparently they needed to stock her new drinks cabinet and wine cellar with things she liked, so a series of taste tests was planned. "Are you sure it's okay for me to drink?" she'd asked Tracey, cognizant that before the transformation she'd been underage.
Tracey had just winked and said, "you're 22 boss lady, and I know for a fact you've been drinking since freshman year. All those sorority parties."
After that it had been a bit of a blur of mimosas, white wine, red wine, rose, and a dozen cocktails. She was mostly spitting out what she tried like at a wine tasting, but couldn't help but gulp down the tastier concoctions. She decided she was a Rose girl, and also put mimosas and cosmopolitans high up on her list. At the end of it she was feeling flushed but giddy, and actually looking forward to the final lesson. (The schedule of her classes had in fact been carefully planned, so that she'd have her guard lowered a bit and be more open to enjoying trying on and developing her new wardrobe.)
Elsewhere in the facility, Jenni Olsen was doing her stretches in a small gymnasium, marveling at the taut responsiveness of her new leg muscles. See, Jenni had been anything but fit before her reassignment. She'd been the rather overweight and asthmatic Leonard Drullers, but now she was the trim and pretty Jenni Olsen, soon to be vice-captain of the Lakeview cheerleading team. It was like Leonard had been a slab of pallid marble that the tanned, lovely Jenni had been sculpted out of. She knew it wasn't quite that straight forward; as much had been added as taken away. 'After all' she thought as she looked down at her new C-cup breasts rising and falling under her green sports bra, 'these are brand new lungs in here'
Jenni was undergoing her flexibility and gymnastics module under the watchful eye of Coach Wanda, who was in charge of helping the subjects get their physical skills up to par with their new identities where needed. There were other people in the gym, many of the new jocks of the new Lakeview, along with anyone who had a physically demanding job. Femcorp's miraculous conversion processes had given them the muscles, tendons and basic conditioning to go with their new identities, but now they needed to learn how to use them.
"Okay, let's get up on the balance beam, Jenni!" Coach Wanda declared.
"Yes, coach!" Jenni cheerfully replied. She then got up and prepared to do a quick routine across the beam, delighting in feeling light as a feather as she did so. Jenni was one of the most receptive subjects Femcorp had in the program, really throwing herself into her new identity. 'and why shouldn't I?' she refelcted, 'I'm self aware enough to know the most remarkable thing about me is my mind, and that remains intact. Really all Femcorp has done is given me a superior physical form to match it'. The science fiction loving nerd would also be lying if she said she wasn't dying to get a peak at the incredible technology behind the whole endeavor.
'maybe Femcorp has an internship program?'
"Oh, that dress is a must Boss; you look fantastic in it!" Tracey declared as Sierra twirled around in a backless little black dress.
"Then it's going in the pile!" Sierra declared with a mixture of happiness and trepidation, referring to the growing pile of outfits she was accumulating for her eventual wardrobe. She still wasn't that sure about wearing something so feminine and clingy, but she had to admit objectively she looked good in it. She could at least play along to get through the day. Today they'd been trying on a bit of everything to get her acclimated to feminine clothing, but apparently she'd be repeating the process with focus given to outfits for different occasions and times of day. Tracey was accompanied by Angela, a short dark haired Latina, who was apparently her style consultant. Angela had been using each outfit to explain when Sierra might where it, and begin teaching her how to put an outfit together herself. The whole room was styled to look like an expensive boutique clothing store, all the better to ease Sierra into one of her new hobbies, shopping.
Sierra didn't think she'd enjoy being looked at while she tried on all these clothes, but found out it was quite the opposite. There was something so empowering to have people obviously find you attractive, to have clothes actually flatter you for once instead of just hang off of you, to receive constant praise. She felt a little conflicted because she still instinctively wanted to cover her new body up and wasn't fully comfortable walking around in some of the more revealing things they'd tried. Despite enjoying the praise from her assistant and style coach, she was somewhat glad to slip back into the nondescript hoodie and sweatpants they'd provided her at the start of the day.
Before she knew it, her first day of reeducation was done and hadn't been nearly the horror show she'd feared it to be. 'If this is all they're throwing at me, I can totally breeze through with my mind intact' she thought confidently as she lay back down for bed. As she drifted off to sleep that night, the barely audible whispers once again inserted themselves into the soundscape "You're beautiful. Beautiful people deserve to be pampered. It's nice to be so attractive, so wanted. Being an attractive woman isn't so bad. You're beautiful and you should dress to show off that beauty. It's only natural to revel in your beauty. You're hot. Beautiful people wear beautiful clothing."
