Silenced...for now...
A low wail came from campus, building to a cacophanous howl. The men panicked and opened fire, breaking the unity of the chorus with the thunder of automatic weapons fire. With scattered yelps and whines, what would have been a massive howling indeed was silenced.
The fog had cleared over Fielder College for Women. The astronomical anomaly had ceased too. While the students wondered where some of their companions had gone at first, psych ops and their drugs smoothed over bitter memories while the cover-up swooped in and provided plausible explainations.
The pre-frosh girls were sent home to their parents with tales of an outbreak of bacteria in the water. They were put on an antibiotic regimen, and each assigned to make weekly visits to a specialist.
Despite the initial panic and uneccessary loss of life, Commander Arnquist considered the operation a success. The boys in the labs would have a helluva experiment to conduct in one month's time...
Private Louise Oswald was found weeping, vomiting into her helmet after the operation.
She was nearly court-martialed for being included in the offensive against orders, but then the cover-up was complete and it made no sense to exclude a woman from a strike force. As the anomolies of the region apparently hadn't affected her, she was given a hasty and honorable discharge on the grounds of health problems.
Somewhere there is a stream whose waters flow differenly now, a strange musk to them. Somewhere, a young girl idly drinks from what she thinks is a dog's pawprint, blissfully unaware. In many places, strange flowers bloom, ripe for the picking. Scattered, like a shotgun blast, or the shattered strains of a song, flecked in a rough ring around Fielder College and Wolf Lake.
Even though she didn't know why she mistrusted them, Louise refused to take the pills they gave her after her discharge. Her memory was foggy, but she somehow knew she would lose something if she complied.
She made a good show of seeing her specialist, at least for the first week. She had friends, though, friends that could help her disappear, and she took the opportunity when it presented itself.
A new life, she thought as she shaved her legs, a new life and a new name. Freshly minted identification cards were now in her wallet, belonging to one Amanda Whitcomb.
Walking over to the sink, she rinsed the dye out of her hair, knowing that she now completely matched the photo on her new driver's liscense.
Amanda was looking for something, but she wasn't sure what. All she knew was that now she was free to find out...
What do you do now?
Legend: Nudity, Self pleasure male, M/M Sex, M/F Sex, F/F Sex, Self pleasure female, Sex beyond any of the above, Violence