Carol leans forward, playfully ruffling your long blonde hair.
"Oh, sweetie. If you think that body is bad, you haven't given it much thought."
She said 'thought' with an odd emphasis, as if it was a private joke. The guards laugh, as your face is a picture of bimbo like incomprehension. With a gesture to the guards, the laughter stops. "You are pretty." She says, her eyes intently focused on your face.
"There it is." she continues moments later.
Jakki's cheeks warming, pinking... As she blushes at the compliment. Horror replaces her joy, as she too realises the first hints of her mental changes. Balling her fingers into a tiny fist, she goes to punch the mocking woman.
Instead, a wave of pain rips through her middle, as intense nausea strikes. Leaning forward, she throws up on the tile floor between them. Her stomach spasms painful even after the puking stops.Stray chunks of vomit decorate her hair, as Carol guides her to sit back in her chair.
"You are a good girl." she taunts. Her smile more cruel than either of the guards. "It's encoded into your DNA, you are incapable of breaking the law."
Jakki shudders at the thought, as Carol continues talking.
"Think of it as cheap rehabilitation. No long, expensive prison time for you. Instead, every punishment is community service."
She smiles again, "It's not all as rough as that." Her nose crinkles at the smell, and sight of the puddle of puke.
"You could for example... Jay walk, with only a queasy, uneasy feeling. But anything you consider wrong, criminal, or unlawful will have a physical effect. Oh, and I suggest, you don't give away that you're a reformed criminal, otherwise some nasty people might take advantage." She smirks at the pun, the labelling of you as reformed.
"You can pass as an insecure woman, rather too fond of surgeries to gain that body." Her hand waves dismissively to your sumptuous body. "Remember it could be worse," her hand waves airily, but drifts towards the curtain, and the one way mirror where she saw the 'reformed rapist', now little more than an animal driven by her hormones and the basest of basic instincts.
"We'll help you re-integrate into society, keeping an eye on you, and providing you with a suitable job."
"A suitable job?" she answers, a hint of a quaver in her voice.
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