You spent most of your time at home playing video games and browsing the internet. You decided to take it easy after high school before deciding college was right for you. That was a couple years ago and now you sense a growing frustration within your mother. One afternoon after dinner, you found yourself suddenly sleepy and crashed onto the sofa. Your next memory was waking up in a padded room with a single locked door.

A voice over from the camera in one corner alerts you. It is your apologetic mother who explains that it was her last resort. Your lack of effort or career skills prompted her to sign you up for the FUCC or Futanari Unemployed Correction Center. Males like you would learn sexual skills needed to succeed in the modern workplace in only a month. She gave you an ultimatum. Being compliant with the program and passing with satisfactory performance would mean returning home. Her friend with connections would employ you in a cushy job as a glorified "secretary." Resisting improvement would get you kicked out and automatically relegated to the dollification program. It would mold you into a stress relief doll serving at the whims of the well endowed staff at this center. You are then left alone to think.

First comes the fear of engaging in a sexual line of work. You are a virgin and tried without success to hook up with women back in high school. It did not help that females became rarer with the advent of futanaris in modern society. Now you will become essentially a prostitute servicing the third sex daily, but such a reality often came up in your search history.

Your second thought is on the ultimatum. The choice is clearly defined, but your mother did not touch on what she meant by satisfactory performance. You also knew nothing of the skills you had to learn nor how your instruction would be graded. You often procrastinated, but did well in school despite doing the bare minimum at times. It is a risk to ponder. Comply with every single instruction no matter how they push personal boundaries or find a middle ground? The latter could still get you kicked out, but it might preserve some of your dignity. Failure was not an option in either case. You quietly reflect on the approach to take and the dilemma of your forced enrollment in such program.