Zoey Gardner, an 18-year-old with blonde short hair and green eyes. Caucasian, average height for a girl her age with an athletic figure.
She was currently in a small cell with pastey white walls that had a mattress on a gold-colored metal frame. She was wearing a white, plain strapless dress that stopped 3 inches above her knees with a white bra and panties. On her feet were matching white flats.
She was a tomboy, which was the reason she was sent to this damn prison; it wasn't actually a prison, it was Charolett's Institution for Feminine Health. A sanitarium that helped wayward young women become productive and happy members of society!
At least that's what the official story is, in reality it's known as: "The Bimbo Asylum", a place where feminists, lesbians, and tomboy-like girls (such as herself) were sent to be brainwashed and turned into overly sexualized, airheaded, girly versions of their former selves; man worshiping, glorified sex toys and trophy housewife's.
"But not me!" Zoey proclaimed to herself,
"I'm not some broken doll they can "fix", dress up, and send out into eternal sexual and domestic slavery!"
Her thoughts were interrupted by her cell door opening, followed by a man's voice,
"B-2467,you know the drill: come and take your meds then you'll be escorted to the yard" he ordered.
The man was Dr.Jacobs, her doctor, was 39 with brown, somewhat messy hair with a gote with pale blue eyes.
Zoey looked at the two pills: one pink and one white, in a little paper cup, she'd only taken them two other times (she was sent here by her sexist uncle four days ago), the first was at her second day here; after they had tied her down. That was how they were able to get her into the stupid white dress, the pills made her head feel light and made it hard to concentrate. The second time she took the pills was when she was under the influence of the first pills. On the fourth day she was able to clear her mind and refuse any more medication, which brings us to her current predicament.
After she had refused any medicine the other day, today Dr.Jacobs and two male orderlies dressed in white made shure she would take the pills.
Zoey felt cooped up in her small cell for two days which led to her giving in so she could get some fresh air.
She lowered her eyes submissively and walked up to the orderly to take her pills.
"That's a good girl" Dr.Jacobs cooed as she swallowed the medication.
After she was led into the courtyard behind the large complex where other young women were gathered; some walking along the fenceline, sitting at tables talking, or some other activities.
The uniforms that the patients wear are all the same dress but with variations in colors:
White(like Zoey's) is worn by newbies.
Pink is worn by patients.
Red is worn by "difficult patients" who are either resisting the bimbofication or more violent than others.
Yellow is worn by "reformed" patients who are waiting to be released.
There is another color: Purple, but unlike the previous ones, this uniform is a sleeveless jumpsuit with the legs forming short shorts. These are worn by "bad girls", females who show little to no "reformation" and misbehave.
The purple uniform is rarely assigned to patients with only a handful over the 10 years of the institution's exsistance.
The white and purple have no privileges and are to be escorted to and from their cell.
Pink and red have a moderate amount of privileges, such as: sharing a larger cell with 3 other girls, food selection at meal times, furnishings and other items in their cells.
Yellow has the most privileges; being able to roam the non-restricted areas of the facility, bigger cells and better stuff. "Yellows" pretty much rule over the rest of the patients.
Once Zoey was outside, trying to ignore the dizzying sensations because of the drugs, she...