Renee sighed heavily as the doors to the bus opened. She had really done it this time.
The 47 year old woman had been in an out of jail since she was 18. Growing up in the foster care system and hanging around the wrong people had led her to become a heroin addict. Most of her bids revolved around her spending anywhere from 6 to 18 months in jail, no more than 2 years at most. It was always the same thing. Go to a prison AA meeting, pretend to find God before going back out in the world and starting up old habits.
This time was different. Renee had gotten mixed up with a couple of old friends as well as a younger woman always trying to hustle. That younger woman was named Selena, the 35 year old Hispanic who loved the street life. Talking Renees friends Leticia and Tracy, both 47 like Renee, into robbing a pawn shop.
What was supposed to be an easy score, turned into a nightmare. Tracy was going through withdrawals, meaning she wasn't exactly in great shape to begin with. Then Leticia accidentally set off the alarm before Selena lost her temper. In the end the four women were charged with armed robbery, drug possession, and worst of all murder.
Now Renee found herself looking forward to fastening at least the next 20 years in prison. Renee's only conciliation was Tracy and Leticia joining her at the same prison. Unfortunately it also meant Selena was coming as well.
Entering the A.P. room Renee went through the motions. The guards strip searched her, had her shower, before issuing her her prison uniform. Now dressed in a white tshirt, blue pants, socks and slip on shoes Renee shuffled into the bullpen before the door was locked behind her. Gazing out through the bars, Renee was puzzled by what she saw.
Renee had been enough prisons to recognize the typical C.O. Women officers were usually fairly butch. Short hair, defined muscle, looking fairly masculine. The women milling about the A.P. room now looked nothing like that. White lab coats replaced the usually uniforms and those who were guards were armed. Sure Renee had seen enough prisons in her time but actually male officers sporting machine guns was a bit of a shock.
"What is this place," Renee asked. Leticia now made her way to the bars, brushing a stray braid out of her eye. "No idea," she muttered. "Just hope medical sees us soon, Tracy is pretty sick."
Renee glanced backwards, noticing Tracy throwing up into the toilet. The woman holding her lifeless blond hair back as she retched into the toilet. Renee shuddered, thankful her own withdrawals werent as bad.
"Good evening ladies."
Renee and Leticia quickly looked over at a doctor. The woman appeared around their age but was in much better shape. "My name is Dr. Webber," she said. "This is LT. Patrick." Renee now looked at the tall, stern faced man.
"I'm head of the medical department her at Lolita," Dr. Webber said. Renee sized the woman up, frowning at the womans perfect ebony locks. For moment she wished her black hair looked like that instead of simply hanging lifeless to her shoulders.
"Look bitch just get us to our cells I'm tired," Selena groaned. Renee grumbled shooting a look at Selena who was laying on one of the benches.
"Quiet you piece of shit," Patrick barked. Selena grinned evilly as Renee began to squirm, the last thing wanted was speechless spending a week in the hole because of Selena.
"I was hoping this could go easier," Webber sighed. "But unfortunately that doesn't appear to be the case." With a wave of her hand the doc now stepped aside as four officers stepped forward. Renee was horrified, looking to scream but it was too late. All four of them now yelled out as they were shot with darts.
"What the fuck was that," Renee yelled as she pulled the dart from her leg. Already she felt whatever the drug was coursing her through leg.
"Ladies," Dr. Webber stated. "Corrections as we know it had proven to be a disaster, as you well know considering your lengthy prison records."
"So your drugging us," Tracy yelled as she clung to the toilet.
"What you four have been injected with is the latest experimental treatment," Dr. Webber said. "Its an experiment in reforming the unremarkable. We want to turn you into productive members of society."
"Figures," Leticia grunted. "Government experiments on prisoners."
"So what does it do," Renee asked, her head beginning to spin.
"The serum rejuvenates the body," Dr. Webber said. "Its a gradual process, taking a few weeks mind you but our hope is reduce all of you to early childhood. Allow you to correct the mistakes that brought you here."
"Your turning us into kids," Renee screamed. Dr. Webber nodded, watching as the four prisoners now began examining themselves carefully. Already she could see the sedative mixed in with the serum was taking affect.
"Yes but we'll have an opportunity to speak about this tomorrow," Dr. Webber stated. "Sleep well and welcome to your new lives."
Renee now desperately try to get at Dr. Webber. Returning to childhood wasn't something she wanted. As the woman now began to lose consciousness all she could think of was how to make an escape.