Chapter 1: The Ideal Face For a Serial Killer
My name is Isaac Crane. I'm your run of the mill college student, middle of the road in almost every way.
I say almost every way, because unfortunately I've always been cursed by my appearance. Nearly everyone I meet is either afraid of me or wary of my existence, due to my size and my stoic angry looking face. I'm not ugly by any means, just what others consider scary looking. My eyes are sharp, described by others as cold or lifeless, and my face when at rest is frozen into a permanent scowl.
I've been larger and bulkier than my peers ever since I hit puberty, not fat but muscular. I took my health very seriously due to a myriad of health issues that run in my family, working out every day to stay in shape and build muscle. Coupled with my height, measuring in just shy of six foot five, I've been described as having an imposing appearance, and with a face that's said to be "perfect for a serial killer" i've become an existence that screams "not conducive with social interaction"
Due to that, I became a loner; seeking solace in fantasy novels; specifically those in which chastity and beauty norms were reversed. They felt like a fantasy developed just for me, a place where my face and overall appearance would be considered attractive and approachable instead of fearsome.
Alas, despite my longing I knew those novels would always remain nothing more than a fantasy, something to dream about when the loneliness became unbearable and I needed an escape. Heaving a heavy sigh I curled up on my bed with yet another novel for a peaceful Friday night.
About fifteen minutes into reading my eyelids began to feel heavy. It wasn't entirely unusual for me to fall asleep while reading, but it was still early in the night at around seven pm. For some reason though, an unavoidable wave of tiredness washed over me, maybe I had been staying up too late and working too hard on my assignments? Either way, I drifted off to sleep, my iPad still in my hands opened to the latest chapter of my novel.
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When I opened my eyes next the sun was streaming into my apartment, illuminating every corner in a soft early morning radiance.
「Huh?」
Apartment? When I fell asleep I was definitely in my college dorm, however now I found myself in a decent sized bedroom, in what I could only assume was a relatively high-end apartment.
Panic gripped me as I sat bolt upright, taking in my surroundings. The room was about twice the size of my dorm, and was furnished with a very nice, though conservative, bedroom set including a very comfortable king size bed sat atop a stylish wooden frame.
Normally I'd be elated to wake up somewhere this nice, however the only problem was the fact that I had no recollection of how I got here?
Was I kidnapped? Surely not. I was a very light sleeper, so I find it hard to believe that someone could successfully take me from my dorm room, transport me to god knows where, and plant me here without me waking up and noticing.
Okay, If I wasn't kidnapped then I must still be dreaming. Desperately trying to rationalize the situation I found myself in, I pinched the inside of my bicep hard enough to feel pain. Pain? So this definitely isn't a dream.
This revelation only served to further increase the panic I felt at finding myself in this situation. If I wasn't dreaming, and being kidnapped was an impossibility, then what the hell was going on?
I jumped out of the bed and began to search the room for any clue that could explain why I was here, but stopped when my eyes landed on my phone, nested in a charging dock on the end table next to the bed as if it were in its natural resting place.
I furiously ripped the phone from its dock and began scrolling through in search of anything relevant. The first thing I noticed was the date. Saturday February 12th, so I had definitely slept through the night, since yesterday was Friday.
The next thing I noticed caused me to freeze in my tracks. After opening my web browser two articles popped up on the feed. The first was a published article discussing the further changing gender ratio
[BREAKING: As male birth rate continues to decline, scientists say male to female ratio has now reached 1:2000]
And the second was a sponsored ad for some sort of loungewear, featuring an extremely unattractive woman in a sports bra and leggings. The woman had beady eyes, a crooked nose, a face full of acne, and drooping jowls; however the ad touted her as a model and a beauty queen.
[Lush loungewear, a favorite of world famous beauty queen Adalaine Spencer]
What was going on? I found myself in this strange place, and now unattractive women were considered the pinnacle of beauty, and males were considered rare?
No. It isn't possible! Have I just woken up in a world like those in the novels I read? At that thought, my panic quickly dissolved into a sort of excitement that can only be compared to a kid on christmas morning. If I was truly in a chastity reversed world, then my every dream was about to come true!