Bob was an employee at Fenwick detentionary, specifically the last mile, or death’s row as they called it. He was sipping coffee and watching a man wheel their lethal injections away. The state had just dismantled the death penalty, they were not to kill these criminals anymore. The people in the cells in his block had been jeering about being released earlier that day. Little did they know that the prison had just started mass producing a drug they learned from a book purchased at a magic shop.
Bob finished his coffee and turned away. He marched back to the block and stopped in front of the cell of Gareth Huey. The bearded man in his fifties was giggling to himself while gray eyes watched Bob with glee. The criminal had raped and murdered eight teenage girls but somehow thought he was being released. He chuckled for a few seconds before his cell was opened and two officers stepped in. They grabbed the murderer and dragged him down to the injection room where he was quickly strapped into a chair. His eyes were wide now.
“The death penalty was broken!” He screamed while Bob began filling a needle with bright blue and bubbly liquid.
“Oh this won’t kill you, just change your body... and mind,” Bob explained while staring at the blue liquid. He then turned and pushed the needle into Gareth’s arm. The man shouted and flailed. The spot of injection pooped out some blood and Bob pressed a cotton swab against it.
Gareth immediately began to flail while screams roared from his mouth. Foam began to emerge from his mouth and his eyes rolled back. He clenched his fists and Bob and the officers watched as they shrunk in size. Gareth’s arms followed suit and his shoulders caved in. His waist shrunk in size while his hips popped, breasts expanded on his chest, and his legs took on a feminine look. His groin cracked rather painfully and she yelped before her neck shrunk, her beard evaporated, and her face rearranged into a feminine look. Her body hair fell off and she panted, now a fifty something year old woman. She glared at Bob before her eyes rolled back and her skin began to smooth out. Wrinkles vanished and Gareth’s Face grew younger and younger while her breasts stopped sagging and her hair extended down her back. Within seconds she was a teenage girl, quite similar to the ones she’d murdered.
Gareth glared at Bob but as he watched the girl her face began to grow blank and her pupils dihilated. Drool began to descend from her mouth as her mind became blank and empty. She just lay there silently waiting. Bob immediately had his men unstrap her and they carried her to the next room over. There they removed the prison garb and waited while a female guard dressed Gareth in jeans, a whtie tee, and a dark brown jacket. After the drooling girl was dressed she was strapped into another chair and had headphones put on.
“Okay, who is this girl?” Bob asked while picking the file up. Her name was now going to be Frida and she would be attending a private school as an orphan. Bob put in this information and it began playing through the headphones Frida was wearing.
Bob began imputing more information. She would be an athletic girl with interest in Volleyball and Basketball. She would be good with numbers, enjoy bad horror movies, and love the rain.
Frida continued to drool as information was repeated in her headphones. Her eyes closed and she opened them with a start.
A man drilled next to her on the bus and she groaned while clutching her head. She knew she was heading to a private academy up north but had no memory of boarding the bus. She scratched her head and realized her headphones were speaking to her. She pulled an earbud out and the talking stopped, replaced by a song she swore she’d never heard before despite the fact that she owned it.
“Weird...” Frida muttered completely unaware that just hours prior she had been Gareth Hues, a rapist and murderer.