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Claire Part One
Mar 13, 2022

She sat cuffed and shackled in the squad car, wondering if she really had made
the right decision. She feared prison, so when her lawyer presented her with a
diversionary plea deal that led to her being sent to some kind of reformatory
program, Claire assumed it would be much safer for her there- she eagerly signed
the paperwork, not bothering to read it. She was much less likely to be abused
by another inmate in a school, right? How bad could this place be, she told
herself, she would even get nicer clothes to wear than jail scrubs.

A stern looking sheriff's deputy in the front seat said practically nothing
for two hours. She tried asking him about the place she was going to,
especially during slow downs in traffic when there wasn't much else to do and
she felt embarrassed that people in other cars could see her, but for the most
part his answers consisted of "I don't know," or "it's none of my concern what
they do there."

"So, they don't tell you what they're going to do to me?" She asked
incredulously. She didn't understand how he could be transporting her to a
facility he knew nothing about.

His cold blue eyes met her light green ones in the mirror, his short cropped
brown hair looking like a soldier's buzz cut, contrasting with her flowing
black hair, sunlight glinting off of it through the window. "All I know is that
women get sent there, and we tend to not see them come back to jail. You're
effectively going to a hospital of sorts where they rehabilitate women
offenders. When you get out, I will probably never see you again. The state
signed off on a rather unorthodox facility, it's only been in operation for
about eight years now. I don't need to know what's going to happen to you, as
long as it works- and they apparently like it when new inmates know as little
about the process before getting there as possible. So they don't tell me.
You'll find out soon enough."

A nervous feeling came over her, a sense that maybe she made a mistake. It
would get her out of a felony conviction as an adult, and make it easier to
seal her juvenile records, but she wondered how long she would be locked up in
this place that she knew nothing about. She was only 19, and she had no idea
how long she would be there. It almost felt like rendition, like she had fallen
afoul of some intelligence agency and been black bagged off to a secret prison.
But there was no turning back now.

Sensing her unease, he said, "well, at least you'll have nicer clothes to
wear- I know that much, just not exactly what. The scrubs and the sandals
always come back with us."

"Wait so they're going to strip me right when I get there?" She wouldn't miss
the neon orange scrub pants and matching V neck T shirt, or the neon orange
slides- but now she was curious about what she'd be wearing. Hopefully it was
cuter, but she would admit that the clothes she was wearing were the most
comfortable uniform she'd ever had when locked up- they didn't itch, that went
a long way in the comfort department. Although, due to the length of the car
ride, they made her go to the bathroom before leaving and put a diaper on her
for the ride as a precaution- she found that quite humiliating.

"You get showered immediately upon intake. Once you go through the door to the
shower, I get back the county jail clothes and I sign some paperwork, then I
leave. Then you're no longer my problem." The last sentence summed up her
predicament all too well- to the guards, she was basically like livestock being
moved from one paddock to the next, sometimes allowed to roam the yard but
during transfer always handcuffed and shackled. To this deputy, she was being
transferred to a different herd and would soon be someone else's problem, an
inmate ID logged as moved to another facility, a sheep sent to another flock.
She was more a number to him than a person, and he had probably taken other
women to this place numerous times and just didn't care what happened after
that.

The facility loomed out of the forest, surrounded by a twelve foot tall wall
of red bricks with a double gate arrangement of wrought iron bars, with a guard
post inside the gate and a buzzer right next to the road in front of the first
gate. The deputy pooled up next to it, pressing a button. "This is deputy
Miller, I'm here with your new patient, Claire Swanson, inmate ID 11743568."

The female guard answered in a firm voice, "I thought you'd be here sooner,
Ed." Claire then knew that he had indeed taken women here before.

"Traffic."

"Always is on a Friday," she said. "So you haven't told her much about this
place, right?"

"You know I don't have much to tell, Carol. She'll find out soon enough."

"Opening the first gate now," Carol's voice came over the intercom. The gate
made a clicking noise as the lock disengaged, followed by the whirring of
motors pulling it open. The squad car pulled forward, past the gates, and the
gates closed behind them. The distance between the first and second set of
gates was about forty feet, the guard post about equidistant between gates. The
woman inside could be seen through the window, her cropped auburn hair and
brown eyes giving her a fairly serious look when combined with her dark grey
uniform. She opened the white door to the guard post and walked out to meet
Deputy Miller, her polished black leather boots shining in the late afternoon
sun.

"So, the paperwork says this latest arrest is for burglary, of a jewelry
store- and she's signed off on her transfer here. She's ours now, Ed. They'll
have your paperwork ready to sign as soon as you get her to intake, as always.
How many times have you been by here, 14, 15?"

"I don't remember. As long as she stays out of trouble once you release her, I
don't particularly care- they do say female recidivism is going down, so
hopefully your facility is onto something."

Carol eyed Claire in a way that made her feel like she was being evaluated
like a cut of meat. "We have ways to make them behave." A smile came across her
lips that made Claire blush, and made her uneasy. "You're clear to pull
forward, Ed," Carol said as she went back into the guard post and activated the
second set of gates, and Claire noticed that the driveway lead between twelve
foot high fences topped with razor wire, to a four story tall brick building
about a quarter mile away that looked only slightly nicer than county jail, but
beyond the fence was a well manicured lawn and many shade trees, with flower
beds and bushes. Picnic tables dotted the grounds as well.

"Yeah, I forgot to mention- when you behave yourself, you get plenty of yard
time, although you also have to help maintain the grounds. Much nicer than
prison. Due to the witholding of information from me about what goes on here,
they don't let any of the other women out here while waiting for new inmates,
so I don't know much about how any of that works. They'll tell you soon enough."

The the squad car slowed to a stop at the front entrance, which was a darkly
tinted glass door with a concrete patio, with a ramp leading up to it. An
awning with a tin roof was held up by brick pillars, and it extended all the
way to the edge of the driveway. Claire assumed the ramp was because they
expected new -inmates? patients?- to be shackled and it was easier to lead them
up the ramp instead of steps. Deputy Miller got out and walked around to the
passenger side rear door, opening it so she could get out. Claire slid her legs
out, the slides slipping on her feet as she made her first steps into her new
home, deputy Miller grabbing her right shoulder and leading her to the door.

Inside, there was a reception office, with a young looking Asian woman with
shoulder length hair wearing a white blouse sitting behind the reception desk,
her black glasses reflecting the computer screen she has been looking at. She
looked up and gave deputy Miller a smile, her septum ring shining slightly.
"Ah, so this is the new one! I've got her transfer papers in the printer tray,
you can sign these while she starts her intake procedures." She picked up some
papers out of the printer tray under her desk, her black fingernails shining in
the florescent lighting, a file cabinet next to a door that said 'INTAKE
SHOWER' likely filled with such paperwork.

"As for you, things are pretty self
explanatory through there. Undress, put the pants, shirt, and sandals on the
tray, and pass them through the chute, they'll come back out near the front
door. Then deputy Miller gets to go home." Deputy Miller uncuffed her hands,
and then bent down and uncuffed her ankles. Claire nodded as she passed by the
desk, with deputy Miller bent down filling out paperwork and the other woman
seated in her office chair- but she noticed what the other woman was and wasn't
wearing. Aside from her blouse, she was wearing a black and red plaid skirt
that was mid length down her lower legs, with a studded belt, and she was
barefoot, her toenails also painted black, and she wore multiple toe rings. Her
ankles were shackled in leg cuffs. Deputy Miller was still filling out
paperwork, not noticing what either woman was doing, but the receptionist
turned to look at Claire, and she smiled, winking with her left eye as Claire
went through the doorway into her new home.

Description
Claire Part One
Mar 13, 2022

She sat cuffed and shackled in the squad car, wondering if she really had made
the right decision. She feared prison, so when her lawyer presented her with a
diversionary plea deal that led to her being sent to some kind of reformatory
program, Claire assumed it would be much safer for her there- she eagerly signed
the paperwork, not bothering to read it. She was much less likely to be abused
by another inmate in a school, right? How bad could this place be, she told
herself, she would even get nicer clothes to wear than jail scrubs.

A stern looking sheriff's deputy in the front seat said practically nothing
for two hours. She tried asking him about the place she was going to,
especially during slow downs in traffic when there wasn't much else to do and
she felt embarrassed that people in other cars could see her, but for the most
part his answers consisted of "I don't know," or "it's none of my concern what
they do there."

"So, they don't tell you what they're going to do to me?" She asked
incredulously. She didn't understand how he could be transporting her to a
facility he knew nothing about.

His cold blue eyes met her light green ones in the mirror, his short cropped
brown hair looking like a soldier's buzz cut, contrasting with her flowing
black hair, sunlight glinting off of it through the window. "All I know is that
women get sent there, and we tend to not see them come back to jail. You're
effectively going to a hospital of sorts where they rehabilitate women
offenders. When you get out, I will probably never see you again. The state
signed off on a rather unorthodox facility, it's only been in operation for
about eight years now. I don't need to know what's going to happen to you, as
long as it works- and they apparently like it when new inmates know as little
about the process before getting there as possible. So they don't tell me.
You'll find out soon enough."

A nervous feeling came over her, a sense that maybe she made a mistake. It
would get her out of a felony conviction as an adult, and make it easier to
seal her juvenile records, but she wondered how long she would be locked up in
this place that she knew nothing about. She was only 19, and she had no idea
how long she would be there. It almost felt like rendition, like she had fallen
afoul of some intelligence agency and been black bagged off to a secret prison.
But there was no turning back now.

Sensing her unease, he said, "well, at least you'll have nicer clothes to
wear- I know that much, just not exactly what. The scrubs and the sandals
always come back with us."

"Wait so they're going to strip me right when I get there?" She wouldn't miss
the neon orange scrub pants and matching V neck T shirt, or the neon orange
slides- but now she was curious about what she'd be wearing. Hopefully it was
cuter, but she would admit that the clothes she was wearing were the most
comfortable uniform she'd ever had when locked up- they didn't itch, that went
a long way in the comfort department. Although, due to the length of the car
ride, they made her go to the bathroom before leaving and put a diaper on her
for the ride as a precaution- she found that quite humiliating.

"You get showered immediately upon intake. Once you go through the door to the
shower, I get back the county jail clothes and I sign some paperwork, then I
leave. Then you're no longer my problem." The last sentence summed up her
predicament all too well- to the guards, she was basically like livestock being
moved from one paddock to the next, sometimes allowed to roam the yard but
during transfer always handcuffed and shackled. To this deputy, she was being
transferred to a different herd and would soon be someone else's problem, an
inmate ID logged as moved to another facility, a sheep sent to another flock.
She was more a number to him than a person, and he had probably taken other
women to this place numerous times and just didn't care what happened after
that.

The facility loomed out of the forest, surrounded by a twelve foot tall wall
of red bricks with a double gate arrangement of wrought iron bars, with a guard
post inside the gate and a buzzer right next to the road in front of the first
gate. The deputy pooled up next to it, pressing a button. "This is deputy
Miller, I'm here with your new patient, Claire Swanson, inmate ID 11743568."

The female guard answered in a firm voice, "I thought you'd be here sooner,
Ed." Claire then knew that he had indeed taken women here before.

"Traffic."

"Always is on a Friday," she said. "So you haven't told her much about this
place, right?"

"You know I don't have much to tell, Carol. She'll find out soon enough."

"Opening the first gate now," Carol's voice came over the intercom. The gate
made a clicking noise as the lock disengaged, followed by the whirring of
motors pulling it open. The squad car pulled forward, past the gates, and the
gates closed behind them. The distance between the first and second set of
gates was about forty feet, the guard post about equidistant between gates. The
woman inside could be seen through the window, her cropped auburn hair and
brown eyes giving her a fairly serious look when combined with her dark grey
uniform. She opened the white door to the guard post and walked out to meet
Deputy Miller, her polished black leather boots shining in the late afternoon
sun.

"So, the paperwork says this latest arrest is for burglary, of a jewelry
store- and she's signed off on her transfer here. She's ours now, Ed. They'll
have your paperwork ready to sign as soon as you get her to intake, as always.
How many times have you been by here, 14, 15?"

"I don't remember. As long as she stays out of trouble once you release her, I
don't particularly care- they do say female recidivism is going down, so
hopefully your facility is onto something."

Carol eyed Claire in a way that made her feel like she was being evaluated
like a cut of meat. "We have ways to make them behave." A smile came across her
lips that made Claire blush, and made her uneasy. "You're clear to pull
forward, Ed," Carol said as she went back into the guard post and activated the
second set of gates, and Claire noticed that the driveway lead between twelve
foot high fences topped with razor wire, to a four story tall brick building
about a quarter mile away that looked only slightly nicer than county jail, but
beyond the fence was a well manicured lawn and many shade trees, with flower
beds and bushes. Picnic tables dotted the grounds as well.

"Yeah, I forgot to mention- when you behave yourself, you get plenty of yard
time, although you also have to help maintain the grounds. Much nicer than
prison. Due to the witholding of information from me about what goes on here,
they don't let any of the other women out here while waiting for new inmates,
so I don't know much about how any of that works. They'll tell you soon enough."

The the squad car slowed to a stop at the front entrance, which was a darkly
tinted glass door with a concrete patio, with a ramp leading up to it. An
awning with a tin roof was held up by brick pillars, and it extended all the
way to the edge of the driveway. Claire assumed the ramp was because they
expected new -inmates? patients?- to be shackled and it was easier to lead them
up the ramp instead of steps. Deputy Miller got out and walked around to the
passenger side rear door, opening it so she could get out. Claire slid her legs
out, the slides slipping on her feet as she made her first steps into her new
home, deputy Miller grabbing her right shoulder and leading her to the door.

Inside, there was a reception office, with a young looking Asian woman with
shoulder length hair wearing a white blouse sitting behind the reception desk,
her black glasses reflecting the computer screen she has been looking at. She
looked up and gave deputy Miller a smile, her septum ring shining slightly.
"Ah, so this is the new one! I've got her transfer papers in the printer tray,
you can sign these while she starts her intake procedures." She picked up some
papers out of the printer tray under her desk, her black fingernails shining in
the florescent lighting, a file cabinet next to a door that said 'INTAKE
SHOWER' likely filled with such paperwork.

"As for you, things are pretty self
explanatory through there. Undress, put the pants, shirt, and sandals on the
tray, and pass them through the chute, they'll come back out near the front
door. Then deputy Miller gets to go home." Deputy Miller uncuffed her hands,
and then bent down and uncuffed her ankles. Claire nodded as she passed by the
desk, with deputy Miller bent down filling out paperwork and the other woman
seated in her office chair- but she noticed what the other woman was and wasn't
wearing. Aside from her blouse, she was wearing a black and red plaid skirt
that was mid length down her lower legs, with a studded belt, and she was
barefoot, her toenails also painted black, and she wore multiple toe rings. Her
ankles were shackled in leg cuffs. Deputy Miller was still filling out
paperwork, not noticing what either woman was doing, but the receptionist
turned to look at Claire, and she smiled, winking with her left eye as Claire
went through the doorway into her new home.