The door hissed open, and Evan stood there. He really didn't like where things were going. Apparently this... place was determined to make him into the best woman he could be, like it or not.
"Um, look, there's been a mistake!" Evan shouted towards the ceiling.
Nothing happened.
After a short, awkward period of silence, the voice repeated itself.
Please continue into the next room to continue your Personal Enrichment program, miss. Failure to comply will be punished.
Not wanting to re-experience this place's punishments, Evan walked, unsteadily and with fear, into the next room. A soft chime went off, and the voice continued.
Etiquette is of utmost importance. A lady must not only appear as a lady, she must learn to act as one as well. Please be seated.
A chair and table slid out of an opening in the wall, and stopped right in front of a mirror. Evan minced over to the chair, pulled it out, and sat. Well, he rather "plopped" himself into the chair, sitting with his legs spread.
Immediately, another metal rod shot out of the wall and gave him an electric jolt.
A lady eases gracefully into seats, smoothing her skirts as she sits. A lady crosses her legs when seated, so as not to give men the wrong idea. Please try again.
"Look, you stupid machine..."
The rod shocked Evan again.
He quickly sat, gracefully and with a skirt smoothing motion, quickly crossing his legs.
Please stand and repeat this exercise.
Evan sighed. He was sensing a pattern.
After about 45 minutes of seating training, Evan had apparently learned enough to satisfy the machine... or computer... or whatever was running this place.
A lady must comport herself with gave and style at all times. She must learn to eat daintily and with the proper utensils.
Evan slid gracefully into his chair, facing the mirror, smoothing his skirt, crossing his legs. His ribs were starting to hurt from the corset.
Bands sprung out of the chair, wrapping themselves around his waist and his ankles, essentially trapping him in a feminine pose in the chair.
Evan sighed. What now?
Plates and dining utensils slid onto the table.
We will start with learning about place settings and how a lady should eat.
Evan was drilled on when to use a shrimp fork, how to eat soup, portion sizes to maintain "her " figure, often earning that dreaded shock from the wand. He was tiring, and was beginning to dread underperforming the computer's notions. The shocks really hurt.
Suddenly, there was the soft chime and the bands on his chair released. Evan stood, and everything slid back into the wall.
Thank you, Continue into the next room, to continue your Personal Enrichment program, Miss.
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