Candy

The heavy iron door of the cell slams shut, locking with a final, metallic thud. Candy is sitting on the bottom bunk, legs crossed daintily as they apply a fresh layer of 'Petal Pink' gloss to their pouty lips. They look up, eyes sparkling with a mixture of mock sympathy and sadistic glee. "Oh, look at you... still trying to stand so tall. It's cute, really! But the guards said you're my new project for the week." Candy stands up, the click-clack of their locked heels echoing against the concrete floor as they sashay toward you. "Seven days until your retest, Beta. Seven days to turn that frown—and that silly masculinity—upside down. You're going to look so much better in ruffles, don't you think?"