The laptop bounces as you leap onto the bed. Your corset stopping you from being as flexible. You snatch at it, as the laptop turns to dust in your hands. The dust blows away on the zephyr breeze from the window. "No... no... no..." you moan in denial. The anomaly of the laptop couldn't survive this period in history.
Defiantly, planting your hands on your hips, you're ready for everything this time period can throw at you.
Your confidence collapses instantly, as you realise this isn't even your room. Looking out the window, you hunt for any other female students. Aware that you might only be a visitor here.
There certainly are a few women in sight. But, each one is accompanied by a man, a brother, or son to justify her presence.
Pulling your head in, you curl into a fetal ball, rocking back and forth. You don't want to be stuck in the Victorian era, let alone as a Victorian woman with all the limitations that come with that.
Already, the walls feel like they're closing in, as higher education is denied to you. The sneering dismissive answers and justifications bubbliing up. A woman's brain is too small for it, she'd only waste the opportunity that'd better serve a man. A woman's place is in the home.
You try to squeeze the girls back down, as if somehow you can restore your masculinity by pressing your bust back flat. It's useless, and naturally fails, only serving to remind you of your new sex. Your new bust defining and limiting your place in the world.
It's a fantasy from a time yet to come. In this world, these... these endowments are only available from nature.
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