My name is Alicia Martyn. I'm eighteen years old and, until recently, my life was going reasonably well. Until this trouble started. Until they diagnosed me as a heterosexual, and shipped me off. The authorities were at a loss to explain how it hadn't been picked up before. I guess it's because I tend to fly under the radar a bit. I'm just smart enough to have done well at school without needing any remedial work, so the teachers never paid me much attention.
I'm reasonably pretty and slim, but I don't have huge breasts; and my freckles, mousy brown-blonde hair and shyness meant I'd only been asked out by other girls a few times. And those dates didn't go that well. I thought it was just that they weren't "the one" that stopped me feeling anything for them but I know why now.
Having sexual feeling for men may have been a good thing centuries ago but, in a world where a lethal Y-chromosome specific virus had killed all the men on Earth two hundred years ago, now it was a definite disadvantage. Modern science allows us to reproduce artificially, and decades of gene manipulation and education programs had given rise to a lesbian society. The occasional hetero still popped up, though, but most of these were detected early and given treatment. But since I had been diagnosed so late, the authorities sent me to a special secluded school for freaks like me. I'd been placed in the 18-21 age group and had been told that the other girls were much further along in their treatment.
I'd heard stories about this school, some conflicting. There were tales of electro shock treatments, drugs that modify mind and body, grueling physical workouts. And nudity and sex. Lots and lots of nudity and sex. I thought -hoped-- most of the more horrible stories were just urban legends, but I still felt apprehensive as I was marched off the bus with my suitcase.
Cliffside Sexual Abnormality Remedial School was a huge, futuristic-looking building. It was made mainly of metal and glass, and behind it and on either side were grassy sports areas of various types. The whole grounds were huge and surrounded by a tall electric fence, and just on the other side of the fence were high cliffs dropping away alarmingly. Hence the name of the school.
This is the story of my experiences in the school, the treatments and lessons I receive, and my eventual cure (or not). |