Fabian
Buzz Buzz, I reached my hand out and stopped my alarm clock. Gingerly, I plucked the dream monitors from my skin and stretched.Today's the day, I thought miserably Today, October 5th, was the day I Fabian Byron Rutter get assigned a spouse. Yes, it was horrible, I'm only 17! But that's the way the society works. At age 5 you start school, at age 15 you finish school, at age 16 you drive, and at 17, you start a family of your own. It was really a mystery, the way they paired you. The week before the matching, they measure you, test you, and monitor your every move. The society knows how to make perfection. I groaned, then forced myself up and into the changing room to be modified. This is how it was everyday. You wake up, and go change, once you enter the room they scan your body and make any changes they please. They can make you stronger, weaker, taller, shorter, and prepare you for what the day has in store. I closed my eyes as they scanned over me. I could feel my groin and arms getting larger, my voice also being modified. The laser came close to my ear and neatly trimmed my hair. Suddenly, I felt the laser come over my eyes. Huh, I thought , They've never modified my eyes before. After an hour or so, all the adjustments had been made and I came out. Modifications had never taken so long before, but today was different, today I would be a new person. I walked myself over to the mirror and looked myself up and down. My area was now larger, and my chest was stronger. I traced my fingers over my newly found, rock hard six pack. "Hello," I said, testing my voice out. It was deeper. But the most startling part of it all was my eyes. My eyes had always been a deep shade of brown but now they were a startling blue-gray. I quickly jotted down the changes, and then submitted my report. Next, I walked over to the dressing room, and put on my clothes for today. Everyday, the society gives you perfectly fitted clothes so there's no morning fuss. Today I was dressed in a silk black tuxedo with a blue tie that complemented my new eyes perfectly. The clothes were perfect against my new body. As I said, the society is all about perfection.
I headed to the eating area to take my pills, blue, green, yellow, white, and red, I counted as I took the pills. I puckered my lips as I took in the green one, it was always sour. Then, I laughed, after today I will not take the green pill. After today, I will be a whole new me.
Nina
I woke up with a yawn. I'd set my alarm silent that night because I really didn't need it. Slowly, I pulled the dream monitors off my skin. Pluck! Pluck! Pluck! Next, I went to get modified. It was probably the usual, I thought, for I've noticed that every time they modify me, there was a general pattern. But I was wrong. The usual consisted of a trim of hair and nails, none more none less. But today was the matching, so I had to be absolutely perfect. So, after an hour or so, I came out, not me. Instead, staring back in the mirror was a beautiful girl with caramel colored hair, and oh gosh, huge breasts. But that wasn't the end of it. My eyes had changed from brown to blue, just like that. I jotted my changes down, then quickly submitted them and got dressed. Today, I was dressed in a blue dress, with silver heels. Normally, it was blue jeans and a T-shirt, but today was my matching. I wonder who he is, I thought as I got dressed, what will he think of me?
After I got dressed, I took my daily pills. My old father, once told me what they did. The blue is for water, the yellow for energy, the white for nutrients, and the green for controlling unwanted desires, I remember him saying. But after today, I could have all the unwanted feelings I want, after today I would not take the green pill. I shoved them in my mouth then quickly swallowed them. Next, I walked out the door and into the limo that awaited. Brushing back a few rebellious tears, I got inside. This limo would take me to my matching, this limo would bring me to the place where I will no longer be Nina Martin.
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