It was only a matter of time before she was kicked out of the home. It came suddenly, but Marcia had it coming, in a sense. Because she was so pretty, she saw how men and males looked at her. Seeing satyrs having clear erections made her laugh. Forgetting the frat boy she had been, or rather letting her male thoughts become simple afterthoughts, she embraced this form of power. Marcia learned how to wear her drab uniform in the most sexy way possible through simple adjustments, which she did as soon as the home was out of sight. She became the epitome of a saucy coquette, relishing in the looks men gave her. Marcia could make any annoying chore sexy once in town, from buying food to fetching water or essentials. As a result, Marcia clearly loved going out and indeed came to resent living in the home and loathing staying inside, either because of work and chores or because of rain or otherwise unpleasant weather. And obeying the superior nun - or equivalent thereof - increasingly was a chore in of itself. Marcia got reprimanded more and more.
"Look at you uniform, Marcia! It seems someone lashed at the bottom hem to make it shorter!"
"What a strange notion! Why would that happen?," she'd answer in a false innocent tone.
"Marcia, put your bonnet on straight! It's the fourth time since this morning!"
"Marcia! Why did you stay so long in town this time?"
It was not long before Marcia started kissing boys and accept drinks and presents from them. Hey, tavern food beat the home food any day! Then, one day, Marcia got caught kissing a delivery boy behind the wall of the home. Called to the office of the superior nun, she was told off and was asked to gather the few belongings she had and leave at once. But Marcia did not cry. She had plenty of boyfriends and being free meant she could live the way she wanted.