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Graduation
The morning of June 20th was sunny, with the searing heat of a summer
solstice that burned the desert earth a gleaming red and created
shimmering air waves on the horizon. The brightness of the Sun was almost
blinding, and the hot air made it hard to breathe. Any sweat that could
be procured from my glands had completely evaporated, leaving my skin
feeling dry and my lips chapped. Yet in spite of the harsh conditions,
life still flourished here in the serenely beautiful desert, as evident
by the tall saguaro cacti splatted among rolling hills.
I just loved the outdoors. I loved breathing in the fresh air. I loved
looking at the native flora and fauna. I especially loved gazing at the
horizons wondering if anyone was out there. Of course, there wasn't,
since the hot weather was lethal for humans, but it was fun to imagine
that there was some city out there, like Atlantis, filled with other
people, that not only was surviving, but thriving. It was a way of
escaping from the tedium of my own ordinary life.
Sighing, and wiping my forehead with the heel of my palm, I went back
inside the Vault. As much as I wanted to, I couldn't go stay outside for
long. It was just too hot. Instead I would have to stay in this wretched
underground bunker, with its claustrophobic stone walls and shoddy LED
lighting, breathing in air that had been recycled countless times by the
same couple thousand residents over and over. I hated living here, but
the Vault was all I knew; I had been born here, and I would probably die
here.
I walked towards the cafeteria, which turned into a sprint when I noticed
on my watch that it was already 9:50 AM. Today was my high school
graduation, and I would get in very big trouble if I missed it. Last time
I was late to class I was hit with a stun baton right on the ass and I
couldn't sit right for almost a week.
When I entered the cafeteria, I noticed that the tables were stacked away
against the walls and foldable metal chairs were lined up into rows. A
small stage had been set up, and the Warden was getting ready to speak on
the podium.
All of the dads were gathered in the backside of the assembly, surveying
me and my fellow graduates, speaking cryptically between each other as if
they were all in some sort of cult. They all had grim expressions on
their faces although they were trying their best not to show it. When my
own father saw me, he waved at me with a encouraging grin on his face.
I took a seat next to my childhood friend, Peter, and said, "Hey, Peter,
did I miss anything?"
Peter was 5 foot 6, a full six inches shorter than me, and also one of
the shortest boys in our class. He wore a pair of spectacles for his
impaired vision. Where I was lean he tended to be fatter, and especially
in the belly region.
"No, you're just in time Steven," Peter replied. "I see your dad's giving
you a hard time again."
"Yeah," I chuckled, "he can be a bit of a joker." I scanned my eyes
across the back of the room. "Where's your dad? I don't think I see him,"
I asked.
"He's the fat one in the red shirt, with the grim look on his face." He
pointed and then sighed. "I guess I inherited his genes." He patted his
round belly with meaty fingers.
I gave him a sympathetic look.
"He's always telling me I need to lose weight, but it's so hard you
know?" he continued.
"You're fine just the way you are," I smiled.
"Thanks, but it doesn't change how fat I am. You know how many times I
was bullied by Tyler in high school just for that? I mean, it has to be
at least a dozen times by now... And if you weren't to protect me, it
would have been a lot more. Some times I wonder what my mother looked
like. Was she as fat and ugly as my father?"
"I'm sure she looked just fine."
"I mean you're a handsome guy. I'm sure your mother was a complete
hottie."
"I'd like to think so," I chuckled. "I haven't seen her in my life."
"Do you want to?"
"I don't see why I would even care. My dad raised me by himself and
besides, she's just a woman. Everyone knows women are just for breeding,"
I said.
"Don't you think that's just a bit discriminatory?" he replied.
"My father says it's always been this way," I shrugged.
"Yeah, but are females inherently lower class citizens than males?"
"Of course," I responded emphatically, "they're weak and emotional
creatures. Men on the other hand are strong and have the ability to make
rational decisions."
"Do you really believe that or is that just your father again?" he asked,
adjusting his glasses.
"My father," I admitted with a frown. "Where are all these questions
coming from?"
"Well, I've been thinking. Why is that there are no girls in the Vault?
And by girls I mean GIRL as in not an adult."
"Maybe they're hiding cause they can't stand to look at you," I joked.
"Ha ha very funny," he said sarcastically. "But seriously, have you
actually SEEN a GIRL in person? And I'm not talking about in books
either."
"There was that one time in the cafeteria," I pointed out.
"Ha! I don't think that was actually a girl. I mean did you see 'her'
body? It was all hairy and bulky, and I swore I saw a bulge in those
pants. I've seen the pictures in my biology textbook, and real girls
don't look like that. Chances are it was just Isaac, you know the guy
with really long hair?"
"Well, what to do you know? You've never actual met one either. It's not
like you're some sort of expert," I replied indignantly.
"I know that girls don't have penises!" Peter laughed.
"It wasn't a penis... it was just underwear."
"Yeah, penis-shaped underwear. Just because he was wearing girly clothing
doesn't mean he was actually a girl!" he laughed even harder.
"Okay, so he wasn't a girl," I shrugged. "What of it?"
"Our graduating class has thirty people. Right?"
I nodded.
"If the sex ratio between male and female is 50/50, than statistically
speaking, you'd think that out of our entire class, there'd be at least
one girl. I mean you'd be more likely to get struck by lighting or win
the lottery."
"I've always figured all the girls go to a girl's only school somewhere
else in the Vault."
"If that were true, don't you think we would have noticed? Don't you
think we would have seen at least ONE girl outside of class? Look, all
I'm trying to tell you is that there's something else going on than what
they're saying, and I don't like it."
"Careful, you don't want to start peddling conspiracy theories, saying
these things will get you in trouble with the Warden," I warned.
"And who am I to question the Warden." Peter rolled his eyes.
We were shaken from our conversation by the loud beating of the Warden's
gavel. Suddenly the room became deathly silent, except for the gurgling
sound of the Warden slowly sipping a glass of water. He was a tall man,
of unknown age, but judging by the whiteness of his hair, and the fact
that no one still alive knew his real name, he had to be at least seventy
years old. His weathered face reflected a cold authority that no one
dared to challenge. Standing next to him were two armed men, dressed to
the nine in black tuxedos and dark sunglasses.
"Good morning everyone. I would first like to congratulate all the
students for successfully graduating from high school. You will all be
receiving degrees to certify your legal adulthood. Please give yourselves
a round of applause," he exclaimed. A unenthusiastic, reserved clap came
from the audience.
"Now, adult life is about many different things; working, of course, but
it's also about finding out who you are, becoming a valued member of
society and also to have fun. That means having a job. Going to work. I
know it sounds foreboding, but being an adult will have advantages as
well. As a legal adult, you will now be able to go to the Farm, to have
sex, to make love, and hopefully, to reproduce. A sustainable population
is necessary for our society to continue to exist and prosper."
He continued on with a story we had heard many times in history class, "A
long time ago humans used to cover the entire globe. There were billions
and billions of people living on the surface, in cities, towns, farms,
and all over the place. But we were too greedy. We burned so much coal
and oil that our air became polluted with our own hubris. The Earth began
to grow warm due to the greenhouse effect until it was too hot to
survive. That is why humans built the Vaults, so humanity could continue
to survive."
"With that being said, I bring you this." He signaled for two men to come
out from the corner. They were carrying a huge lottery machine filled
with ping pong balls, with small text labels written on each of them. I
couldn't read them from far away, but assumedly it had to do with the
'jobs' he was talking about from before. I felt a shiver go down my
spine.
As if to confirm my fears, the Warden explained, "Each of you will be
given a ping pong ball randomly. There will be a job position written on
each ball. This will be your role in the Vault for there rest of your
life. Once your job is determined, we will inject you with a serum to get
your body prepared for your new occupation."
"A serum?" David asked from across the room.
"Yes, if your new role is a bodyguard, you will be injected with a serum
to become a stronger. If your new role is a doctor, you will be injected
with a serum to make you smarter."
"Is this really the best way of assigning work?" Peter rose his hand in
the air. "Wouldn't it make sense to give us jobs that - you know - we
want to do? That way everyone is doing work they are happiest to be
doing."
There was a chatter of agreement from amongst us.
The Warden snorted, "You kids and your crazy ideas. Breaking decades of
tradition. Nothing's good ever comes of listening to y'all. Next thing
you know, you'll be saying we should let people own their own houses and
run their own businesses. Before you know it you got huge conglomerates
that are too big too fail, ruining everything in our lives, and causing
this mess in the first place."
Peter stared at the Warden with a confused expression on his face.
The Warden continued, "Look, if we did it your way, Mr Jennings, do you
think Isaac there would appreciate being a janitor while you become a
doctor? Do you think that's fair? No, of course not. All men should be
equal and the only way to ensure that is to use chance. Chance is fair.
It is not biased and it is not colored by greed or ambition."
"But don't you think-" Peter didn't look very convinced.
The old man interrupted "You know this is the 42nd time I've stood in
front of this podium? 42 years. I've been doing graduation ceremonies for
42 years. And you know what? We've done the lottery every year. And so
has every Warden before me up to the Founders. I don't plan on changing
that now, not ever."
"I was only just suggesting perhaps we can do things differently," Peter
protested.
"You're beginning to get on my nerves, Mr Jennings," the Warden warned.
He looked back at the two armed bodyguards standing closely behind him.
Their stun batons were activated giving off a threatening whirring sound.
"Sorry, I'll be quiet," Peter sat back down, defeated.
"Now, that you all know about the lottery machine, there is something you
must all understand. Under penalty of death, you can't tell anyone still
in school about this process, not even a hint. Doing so, would destroy
the stability of our society in this Vault. Is that understood?" he
asked, making clear the threat of the two armed bodyguards behind him.
We all nodded obediently.
"Good. Now without further ado. Let's get started. Any volunteers?" There
was much trepidation among us. It took guts to walk up there knowing that
your entire body could potentially be changed, into something completely
unknown and random.
Tyler, the tall boy also known as the school bully, slowly rose his hand.
He had a smug grin on his face. "I ain't scared of no serum," he declared
confidently.
"Okay, Mr. Dunleavy. Please come up to the stage," the Warden exclaimed.
Tyler walked up in front of everyone. Despite the outward confidence he
was displaying, I had feeling he was actually pretty damn scared. This
became more obvious when the Warden slid the lever on the machine, and
the ping pong balls began bouncing around the glass. After an
excruciating minute, the ping pong balls settled, and one of the balls
fell down the chute and into Tyler's hand.
"Librarian," the Warden announced. He grabbed a serum from behind the
podium. Tyler's eyes widened in fear, as he suddenly understood the
gravity of the situation.
"No! You can't do this to me! This isn't right!" Tyler shouted. He tried
to get away shoving through the two officers with his big linebacker
body. At first it looked like he might escape, but then one of the guards
hit him with a stun baton. His body toppled over on to the ground like a
limp log. The two body guards held him in place and forced his arm out
until it was fully extended. Before Tyler could struggle any more, the
Warden shoved the needle directly into his inner elbow.
We all stared with rapt attention at Tyler's restrained body. Nothing
happened at first, but then all at once, his skin began to rumble. He
grabbed at his arms, which were shrinking even as he touched them. The
muscles went from very strong, to somewhat strong, to not strong at all,
until there was nothing left but thin scrawny limbs, not worthy even of a
prepubescent boy. This was occurring everywhere - not just his arms. The
abs he had fought so hard working for were but a distant memory, and he
was becoming painfully thin, and short. Before I knew it, he was 5'2 and
only 100 pounds.
Then, I noticed his hair. His blonde locks darkened and twisted with
badly cared for split ends. His chin became round, even as his nose began
to shrink, and his lips expand. His new face was boyish, and very ugly,
with jagged uncared for teeth and a slightly crooked nose. He was
squinting almost as if he was having trouble seeing. If I were to guess,
he probably needed glasses now. The new Tyler took one look at his small
new body and began to start crying.
The whole room was silent. We had just witnessed something that would
have seemed impossible just one hour ago. One minute Tyler had been a
strong powerful and tall man, the next he's a mousy pipsqueak boy. I
would have thought I was dreaming, if I didn't already know this was all
real, and that it would happen to me soon. I felt a lump of dread fall
down into to my stomach. Tyler was an asshole, but he didn't deserve
this.
"Please take Mr. Dunleavy to the library for his new assignment," the
Warden waved over an armed guard from the corner. I watched as he was
carried away through the back door and then gone.
There were no more volunteers after that. In fact, a dozen more armed
guards entered the room and locked the doors behind them. The threat was
clear: if any one of us tried to leave we would be punished. The Warden
looked over us, almost like a hawk looking over its prey. He glanced over
to John, a geeky kid, who was almost the exact opposite of Tyler. Where
Tyler was strong, John was smart. In fact, John was one of the smartest
kids in our class, besides Peter of course.
"Mr. Warhol, how about you?" the Warden grinned wickedly.
"No don't take me! Please! HELP ME DAD!" John cried out desperately to no
avail. John's father looked on with helpless anguish as he watched his
son get pulled onto the stage forcefully by two officers.
I watched as another ping pong ball was chosen. This time it was
"Enforcer". I couldn't help but notice that the sadistic look of joy on
the Warden's face as he stabbed the needle into John's arm.
John let out a scream of near panic even before his body began to change.
His clothes grew tighter on him and began to tear at the seams as his
body swelled larger. His hair became blonder even as he grew taller. In
mere seconds it was obvious that his transformation was nearly the exact
opposite of what Tyler had just undergone as he became more and more
masculine. The new John would have fit right in Tyler's club of jocks. In
fact he now stood at 6'6, even taller and more muscular than Tyler had
originally been. His new face was handsome and chiseled, with a square
jaw and a straight nose.
John looked down at himself with confusion, not really knowing what to
think of his new body. It was clear that he was very uncomfortable with
his new size, since when he tried to walk, he stumbled face first onto
the ground.
"Please take Mr. Warhol to the police station for his new assignment,"
the Warden commanded.
Peter nudged with his elbow. He whispered, "This is insane." It was a
perfect summation of the situation. My terror grew with each passing
minute as I watched each of my fellow students go up and get completely
transformed. Isaac was assigned into a plumber. Lawrence was assigned
into a electrician. Benjamin a farmer. Zachary a garbage collector. On
and on it went until I heard Peter stand up in a fit of frustration.
"This isn't right! You can't just change people against their will,"
Peter exclaimed. "I refuse to participate in this farce." He tried to
dash towards the door but he was stopped by two baton-wielding officers
who were guarding the door.
"I'm afraid you have no choice Mr. Jennings. This is for the good of the
whole Vault," the Warden sneered. "Since you've been so disruptive today,
why don't you go next?"
"NO! LET GO OF ME YOU FUCKERS!" Peter scratched and screamed as he was
practically dragged onto the stage.
"Tsk, Tsk. Such foul language... You've always been way too rebellious
for your own good. Luckily we now have the technology to remedy that," he
sneered as he slid the lever of the lottery machine. There were still
twenty or so ping pong balls in the machine. I could see the dread on my
best friend's face as the bouncing finally came to a stop, and one of the
balls ejected out of the chute.
The Warden looked at the words on the ping pong ball and grinned
wickedly. "Ahh, Farm Girl. A suitable role for useless fat-ass like
yourself."
"What the hell's a Farm Girl? That's not an occupation!" Peter shouted.
"Au contraire, your new role is vital to the continuation and survival of
humanity. Have you ever noticed that there aren't any female children
around? There's a reason for that. A long time ago, when the Earth began
to get too hot, scientists developed a chemical that would break up the
carbon dioxide in the air. It turns out this new compound messes with the
sex of human zygotes so that only males are ever born. They thought they
were going to save the world, but instead they made it worse. So in order
to fix their mistake, they developed a serum to change adult men into
fertile women; the very same serum I'm holding now," he lifted up a
syringe with a pinkish substance inside.
He took a moment to pause. Then he said, "A Farm Girl's job is to make
babies."
"WHAT!" Peter exclaimed struggling even harder, but he stood no chance.
The officers were much stronger than my fat friend. "NO! WAIT! STOP! I
don't want to be a girl! PLEASE! Anything but that!" he protested loudly.
The Warden ignored his complaints and injected the solution into him with
the syringe.
For a moment, there was nothing. Peter was grinning smugly thinking that
the serum had failed, but then suddenly he doubled up in pain. His skin
began to ripple as he fell to all fours like a dog and groaned
helplessly. "Oh God!"
Peter's facial features changed dramatically from hard and malformed to
soft and symmetrical. His nose seemed to remold first. It became smaller;
and the tip upturned. Changes then began radiating outwards from his
transformed nose. The shape of his eyes altered into an large almond
shape, while the eyebrows above them noticeably thinned. The hair atop
his head was swiftly growing longer and longer. With each new inch grown,
it became thicker and fuller, darkening to a rich luminous brunette. His
bodily hair was rapidly thinning. Blotchy ruddy skin was smoothed and
lightened while his muscle tone improved.
His body was shrinking within his clothes, his sleeves and trousers
seeming to lengthen as he lost inch after inch. His hands and feet
became smaller even as his nails lengthened into manicured white tips.
For a moment his shirt pooled around his contracting waist, then suddenly
it began to rise as something began to lift it at the front. I heard him
moan as his chest heaved and pulsed, swelling until two soft round tits
popped out of his shrinking chest. His trousers began to rip as his ass
inflated rapidly until it was sticking temptingly into the air, revealing
two completely hairless shapely legs.
At the same time, his penis had begun steadily shrinking. Within mere
moments, his testicles had been sucked up into his body, reshaped, and
reformed. In doing so they'd gained a new functionality. The few remnants
of his penis soon transformed into a slitted mound. By the time it was
over, his hair now reached to his lower back in a glamorous dark rivulet.
Gone was the fat geeky boy I had known my whole life and where he stood
was one of the sexiest women I had ever had the pleasure to stare at. It
was like a wet dream come to life.
"Holy shit," Peter squealed, with a now clear complexion and very
beautiful female face, his sexy new voice filled with horror as he
realized how his body had changed. He grabbed at his crotch and felt the
empty space where his former pride had once rested. "No fucking way..." I
could only imagine the sheer terror he was feeling at that moment.
"I bet that you're wondering what you look like now," the Warden smirked,
"You are now a gorgeous 5 foot 6 brunette woman with very large breasts -
for breast feeding!"
The Warden reached out and grabbed Peter, surprising him as he put his
hand on Peter's new mammaries. Peter moaned involuntarily in response,
which made the Warden cackle even harder. At first, Peter tried to
struggle, to pull away. However he quickly discovered that he was far
weaker than before, and even less able to resist. I could see tears flow
down Peter's blushing cheeks.
"Your new body has several new ... features. Your tongue is longer than
normal - for oral stimulation. Semen will be one of the most delicious
things that you've ever tasted. Your vagina is extra tight, so as to
better extract cum when having sex. You're also going to horny all the
time. That means you'll want to fuck any man you see, isn't that right
Penelope?" the Warden taunted.
Peter ... or rather Penelope ... couldn't stop sobbing. She was covering
her lovely face with her petite hands in shame. I just wanted to hold her
in my arms and comfort her. I hope she wouldn't be treated too poorly now
that she was a woman, although deep down I knew that couldn't possibly be
true, with the way society was structured in the Vault.
"Seeing that you now have this exceptionally pleasing female form, I'm
sure you'll have no trouble finding a man willing to impregnate you," he
continued taunting. "I would do it myself if I still had the stamina." He
placed his old hairy fingers down her pants and presumably over her newly
formed labia. Penelope gasped in response to the touch and instinctively
tried to recoil away but there was no where to go. The Warden looked at
the fearful expression on her face and laughed maniacally. He was clearly
enjoying this, way too much in my opinion.
"Please take Ms. Jennings to the Farm for her new assignment," the Warden
commanded.
"No! NO! Let me go! CHANGE ME BACK!" she cried helplessly.
I watched as Penelope was taken away by a uniformed officer. The somber
room had turned deathly silent; at that moment, you could probably hear a
pin drop onto the ground.
"Mr. Davidson, please step up to the stage," the Warden pointed at me.
Sweat began to drip from my furrowed brow. After what I had seen with
Peter, I was absolutely terrified. I definitely didn't want to be changed
into a girl, a girl of whom had no rights whatsoever in the Vault. There
was an growing ache in my stomach that made me want to throw up. I
reluctantly walked up to the stairs, trying to forget the nightmare-
inducing transformation I had just witnessed. Each step felt like a slow
tightening of a noose that would choke and kill me when I reached the
Warden. I looked back at my father. He had a compassionate look on his
face, but from his frown I knew there was nothing he could do to save me.
The Warden pulled the lever on the lottery machine. That minute felt like
the longest minute of my life. I could hardly contain my anticipation. My
heart was beating even faster than a hummingbird if that was even
possible. It was just so unfair - that my entire life would be decided by
something as completely random as a ping pong ball. Finally, the bouncing
stopped and a ball popped out. I waited, breath bated, and stared in
horror noticing that the ball had two four letter words on it. Oh god, it
was happening again! Please no! There was just no way it could happen
twice in a row, could there? Maybe it was some other occupation.
The Warden picked up the ball with one hand, and read it. Then he turned
to me with a smug grin. I felt like my heart was going to explode out of
my chest.
"Well, well, what do we have here..." he cackled showing me the ball.
On the face of the ping pong ball were the words "Farm Girl".
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