Luisa considered herself a mundane girl. She had grown up in an ordinary family which was well-functioning, at least as much as a girl of 18 years could consider any family in that way. Now that she was permitted to senior high, she moved permanently to the recently inaugurated dormitory of the Simone-de-Beauvoir School. The college was definitely not normal, but what is normal nowadays? No one seemed to care much about her academic track records, everything was about manners and compliance, healthiness and appearances, competition and assessment. She saw through the charade of subordinating everything to healthiness; all they cared about was beauty.

Judging from the outfit they had sent to her, this year the girls would become increasingly objectified. Luckily she was brave enough to oppose the one she received, as it was undersized around her buttocks. Was her objection successful because she could justify her arguments on the pro-code? Or was she just privileged due to her background and the flawlessness of her performances? Anyways, the new dress was now sitting in the box, unopened beside the mirror.

She wondered how Maxime would take it. Would her new classmate be used to having to present herself on stage like that? Luisa could just imagine how the low survival rates to adolescence would lead to very different interpretations of the doctrine at each school. At SBS, everyone adhered to their roles as much as possible and the male staff members kept their hands where they belonged. Nevertheless, in these kinds of presentations, the spectators would ooze the girls' bodies with their eyes and the boys would express their desires with demeaning comments… Becoming flesh in this environment was challenging to say the least, and she felt pity for the girls in less well-managed facilities. Moreover, every girl was different; she by herself had invented strategies to cope, but how would Maxime handle what was brought to her?

For this year, the centrally distributed info brochures suggested that, beyond the subordination of the girls, sexual education was on the menu. She knew the boys in her class - they would make big talks about ravishing their flesh, but in person, they’re mostly well-behaved. However, when push comes to shove, they would abide by the curriculum, whatever the resistance. She questioned how responsible these guys would remain and if they would care for their wellbeing. In her mind, all kinds of wicked activities popped up which made her stomach and deeper parts go wired up. Luisa would need allies now, more than ever. The girls had to stick together, supporting each other and avoid falling into the pitfalls of jealousy and fighting for attention.

She examined herself in the mirror. It filled almost half the wall of her walk-in closet and the neon lights mercilessly exposed any weak spots. Her light brown hair curled gently over the moles around her collarbone, down to the area where the breasts are growing. It was a strange feeling to remember that she belonged to the first generation in decades whose chests developed breasts, whose pudenda yielded pubic hairs, and who even started ovulating without fucking dying from it. Now she was waiting for the new girl, who entered her class on short notice. Time was too short before the opening ceremony to tailor a new dress for Maxime, so the management asked if she could donate her second one. Luisa hoped it would fit the new girl better and her mind started wandering, comparing their situations. Maxime would most probably be scared as hell, entering a new school in these momentous times.

Luisa sat down on the stool, allowing herself to be contemptuous with her hourglass shape which came to light even when her legs crossed. Her contempt also covered her pleasant face with the friendly smile surrounded by little dimples. Her dark brown eyes could enchant audiences with their glowing spirit. Her face sported strong chin bones and even if she was as white as a light bread, her eye bones were as wide as if her Inuit blood demanded to be heeded. The only thing which she was not glad about at younger ages was the size of her ears, but she has overcome this issue under the guidance of Felipe, who is now deceased like so many others.

She hated when her father would paternalize her about these issues; when he proclaimed with his wisdom voice that the current government is no good in general and the rules at school aren‘t good specifically. How can he not understand that things are different now? The monthly measurements are requested by the health office and there was no way that health-related orders could be circumvented. If she wouldn’t play by the rules they would punish her and there is nothing she could do about it. When he was young and made his little revolutions at school, they would send blue letters to his parents at worst or scold him at the dean's office. Not comparable with what she would have to expect or what she witnessed.

Before Maxime would arrive, Luisa circled her breasts with the measurement tape, accidentally cutting into her dark pink nipples which had also become larger. She filled 83.5 centimeters in the first field in the device on her thighs and 48 millimeters in the one right next to it. The measurement tape around the tightest height of her waist returned 60.1 centimeters. When lifting her body from the stool, she hit her knees at the wardrobe, eking a swift moan and dropping the tablet to the floor. Hopefully, this will not leave a blue mark on the knee, just one day before the opening ceremony. Besides the pain it looked Ok for the moment, so she could take the measurement of her hips, 86.4cm. Luisa stepped to the wall, lowered the wooden board on her head, and noted 177 centimeters. With 58kg, the BMI showed 18.5 kg/m² and green smileys showered her screen to celebrate her achieved target of lowest normal weight. This year, two new fields were introduced. The second last seemed redundant to her: Did she menstruate this month? - Yes, but this was also tracked by her medical surveillance implant and fed into her menstruation calendar. The last one made her qualms: How many orgasms did she have this month? Luisa couldn’t say what happened in her bed two weeks ago; she was half asleep and half-dreaming so the cover almost automatically rubbed between her legs. She remembered the pleasant and pulsating sensations, but was this it? She would have liked to fill maybe, but only numbers were accepted, so she entered zero, with a slightly guilty consciousness.

And the other thing about the guardians - her father never made the experience of being put under the guardianship of another student and being dependent on their goodwill. Her only option was to select the best guardian who would not stand in her way of reaching her goals and who would not mistreat her - or at least not mistreat her more than others would. It is just a fact - if he likes it or not - but being beautiful and making a good impression at the presentation will improve her value for the guardians… Most other girls would also try to present themselves from their best side, competition for being protégéed by the best guardians could be fierce. It was estimated that due to the gender imbalance, around three girls would share one guardian. In the “pride” of the Guardian, between the protégés, there would be mostly team spirit, but there would also be competition for his favor, so it’s all very complicated. She was experienced in how to handle boys and could count on her looks - the guardian would fall in love with her and she would have a relatively easy life. But even if not, also the other guardians were, if not perfect, still mostly acting fairly and the teachers made sure that they would not abuse their powers.

All in all, wasn’t it natural for the woman to submit to the men? She was conscious that the education system was manipulating her in this regard, with all the glorification or submission. Notwithstanding, she read the books and articles from before the virus, with many stating that many women would just naturally be inclined to submit. Seeing her father succumb to her mother's manipulations made her feel sick and pitiful. She didn’t always like to obey but she remembers well the times when it gave her relief. Anyhow, she doesn’t have another alternative.

From the protégé-codes they had to sign for entering senior high school, one was of particular interest: it stated that in the case of severe infractions to school rules or disruptions to the learning environment, corporal punishments could be applied. Punishments are strongly regulated by the school committee which would hear all the people involved. If written and oral defense would leave no doubts about the guilt of the offender, the lowest possible means will be applied. She knew her school and knew that certain things were not as golden as promised; so she was skeptical if it would be really limited so strictly. She remembered the judo duels, which the boys could request over any dispute - if your guardian doesn’t refuse the request, you have to step up to the mat. In the fight, the guy can torment and molest you until you have enough reason to tap out - and if he is skilled this can take a long time. But yet she knew that the teachers and leaders had only the best intentions, so she thought to herself that everything will have its order.

The idea of corporal punishment repelled and attracted her at the same time. For sure, the thought of being spanked by Mr. Peters or Mrs. Greach was a full repel. On the other hand, she fondly remembered the tingly feeling in her hips when she read for the first time about Prince Valiant taking Queen Aleta over his lap for brattiness.

Just before Luisa could get ready for the visitor, her doorbell rang. She quickly jumped into the old dress and hurried to the door.