Your Rachel Hunter, a teenage girl. Your around 5'2", 120 pounds, with naturally growing pink hair about the same shade as cotton candy that you usually wear in two pony tails, one on either side of your head, pale skin, and a cute, nearly childlike face. Your body however is all woman, with smooth sexy legs, broad hips, narrow waist, and a natural pair of G-cups far too big for your tiny frame, a side effect of some type of genetic augmentation your mother underwent before you were born. You don't really mind. Even though your breasts are seriously heavy and over sized, they do help you draw attention, from women as well as men, and in this world where beauty is a rather ordinary commodity, you need any edge you can find in order to compete if your going to snag a boyfriend since there's not nearly as many men around as most women would like. Not that there's anything wrong with girls of course. You like them just as well as guys, maybe even more so in some ways, but every once in a while you just want a big hard dick in you and nothing else will do. Okay, so technically you don't actually need a boyfriend for that, any guy interested in a little casual sex would be good enough, and if you were to find the right one, you'd be perfectly happy marrying another woman when you get old enough as long as she was willing to let you indulge in your desires for guys once in a while. Right at the moment however, relationships are the farthest thing from your mind, as your running as fast as you can in order to make it to school on time. You've already been late twice this month, one more and you'll be punished for sure, or at least have a E-mail sent home to your parents requesting a teacher parent conference, which in the end will result in the same thing.
It's times like this that you really wish you had a car. It wouldn't even have to be a hover car or anything, even your basic wheeled ground pounder would do as long as it got you from place to place faster than walking, or most mornings, running where ever you needed to go. Unfortunately, your parents were too cheep to buy you one, and since you don't have a job, it doesn't look like you'll be buying one of your own anytime soon either. Hence you frantic rush to school every morning. Sure you could have taken the bus, but only geeks do that in high school, and you definitely don't want to be lumped into that particular category in the high school social circle.
A quick glance at your watch shows that you've only got a few minutes left before classes start, and your still several blocks away. You'll never make it in time! Unless...no, it's a horrible idea, your parents told you to stay away from there for a reason, but still, a shortcut through the crime sector would save you a lot of time, it was only about two blocks to school if you went that way, and it was still pretty early, shouldn't be too many sickos running around in there at this hour right?
The crime sector was one of the more dark and disturbing features of most major city's in the cluster, a domed area consisting of a few city blocks, which served no other purpose than to give those with deviant criminal desires a place that they could go to vent their sick fetishes for murder, rape, and the like, though at any time, anyone of them could easily become the prey rather than the predator. That was how the crime sector worked. No one went in unless the were willing to subject themselves to the risk of becoming the areas newest victim, and NOBODY was ever allowed in without first having a copy made of their memory's and personality profile, so that, if there was anyone around that cared, they could have a new body cloned and be downloaded into it if they were murdered.
There were also safety systems and security protocols to keep anyone under the age of sixteen from entering, and to keep anyone from being dragged inside against their will. It seemed like a strange and dangerous system, and it was, but because of it, a lot of criminals never hurt an innocent victim, and a great many of them were killed off by the other psychopaths who visited the place, the net result of which was a major drop in the number of violent crimes in most major city's, although the police were still kept fairly busy.
Your not at all sure who's brilliant idea it was to put the one in your town so close to a school zone, even if it was a high school. It just seemed like a really horrible idea to you, and you were sure that a substantial amount of money must have changed hands somewhere. Right now though, you were actually considering entering the place yourself and cutting across as fast as you could in order to get to school on time, even though you knew your parents would ground you for months if they ever found out.
You'd gotten into your Dad's liquor cabinet late last night, and had more than a few, so you were still pretty hung over, and not thinking clearly, otherwise you never would have considered doing something so stupid and reckless, but right at the moment, it was actually starting to seem like a halfway decent idea, as your legs burned, your heart pounded, and your head throbbed form your mad dash. Should you risk it?
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