This was supposed to be for one of the days, but I somehow strayed away far from it.

Oc stuff, the universe is very messed up. 

Universe inspired by song above. 

"Little Game" by Benny, song about gender roles.

Warning, slight homophobia and r*pe is hinted/mentioned.

Something is wrong with her, or so she's told.

Something is wrong with her, or so she's taught.

Something is wrong with her, or so she thinks.

Something is wrong with her, though she doubts that.

But she can change it, or so they told.

But she can change it, or so they claimed.

But she can change it, or so they think.

But she can change it, and she failed to.

She tries her hardest, to be the proper lady.

She tries her hardest, to reach the world's standard.

She tries her hardest, to fit in.

She tries her hardest, but they don't notice that.

She is Flora Martin Harris. An average teenage woman with the average height of 158cm, or 5'2ft for the Americans.

She is a white woman and short blonde hair, cut sharply and reaching down to her jaw. She wears a pink silky dress reaching to her knees with long sleeves. White socking, black shoes. Blue eyes.

She isn't special.

She is just another teenager in Universe Spartan, Timeline 19211411.

So she shouldn't be crying her eyes out in fear with makeup mixing up with her tears. Her parents dragging her into the local re-education sigh-up center.

Nothing was wrong with her.

Nothing was unusual with her.

So why are her parents doing this to her?

She was following the rules.

She was pushed into a sit and her wrist was strapped down, along with her forehead, ankles and waist.

The father is the provider for the family. It is his duty to protect and care for his wife and children.

Her father walked in front of her and slapped her face, shushing her.

She held her breath and dropped her head to stare at her lap.

A holographic screen flickered on. Her father grabbed her chin and raised her head to stare at the screen, the pink glow on her face.

The perfect woman was there. A the current role model for all girls of her generation.

Her hair was straight and cut short, reaching down to her shoulders. Blue eyes and fair, pure skin. Hot pink silk dress, one sleeve on her right shoulder. She was most likely wearing matching heels as well.

She had no name, at least to the public. She just known as 'The Perfect Girl', and so were the leaders before.

The Perfect Girl only takes care of the boys and girls, making sure that the two groups doesn't mix up. That the girls stick to the girl things and the boys stick to the boy things.

It's The Perfect Boy that takes care of everything else.

"Hello Mr. Harris and Mrs. Harris. What is wrong with your daughter?" She asked kindly with a sweet, soft smile. But that didn't softened the hurt Flora felt.

However, it did revealed something that Flora was wrong about.

There was something wrong with her. If The Perfect Girl says something is wrong with her, something truly is wrong with her.

She observed Flora and the teen held her breathe, nervousness of what she thought of her and excitement at the fact that The Perfect Girl was observing her!

Her! A boring little old nothing!

Then she remembered why she was observing her. Something was wrong with her.

"Your daughter seems to be following the rules perfectly. Blonde hair, blue eyes, pink dress, pale skin, makeup even though it's messed up–" Flora's heart dropped. "–but that's only because you scared the poor little miss. She seems almost, perfect."

Drug usage are against the rules for both genders. Only The Perfect Couple are the only ones that could approve usage of it. But she sure as heck think she was high on happiness.

"She's a lesbian!" Her mother cried out, sobbing out.

"Oh."

Flora would've cry if it wasn't for the fact that The Perfect Girl was in front of her.

Wait a minute... what's a lesbian?

"And what proof do you have?" The Perfect Girl asked, leaning closer. "You know the punishment if you just come in and accuse your daughter of such thing."

Accuse...

A lesbian is bad... How is she a lesbian? And more importantly, how can she stop being a lesbian?

"Her face is red around girls!"

Mother.

"She loses focus around girls!"

Father.

"She gets nervous around girls!"

Mother.

"She gets frustrated around girls!"

Father.

"She looks at girls like how the ideal couple look at each other!"

Mother.

"She always talk about this Rosaline girl!"

Father.

"R- Rosaline is just my best friend..." Flora cut in, unaware what she did was just frowned upon.

Never, interrupt any adult.

She flinched when The Perfect Girl glared at her.

"Getting defensive over Rosaline, huh? Maybe you are a lesbian..."

The girl normally would keep her mouth shut, especially since The Perfect Girl was talking but, she needed to know, so she could defend Rosaline and, maybe herself if she could.

"What's a lesbian?"

She felt stupid for even asking it, she knew that girls weren't supposed to be the smartest people around, the majority she of boys are supposed to be smart.

But she deserves some form of explanation.

The Perfect Girl turned to glance at her parents. Now, Flora is supposed to be stupid, but she's not stupid enough to not notice the hint of anger in her eyes.

"Mr. Harris, Mrs. Harris..."

She heard her parents inhaled a breathe sharply.

"You didn't told her?"

Mother.

"I thought you told her."

Father.

"I'm a woman! You know more than me. It is your duty as the father to inform your children of the outside world!"

Mother.

"I provide for the family! I make money to pay the bills! I work days on end for the family! I was never taught that I must inform my children of anything, then it must be your duty."

Father.

"I cook for the family! Clean the house! Do the chores! Buy the groceries! I was never taught to educate my children unless they are unqualified to go to school, so it must be your duty."

Mother.

The Perfect Girl coughed and grinned sweetly at the parents.

"Mr. Harris and Mrs. Harris, it bothof your duty as parents to inform your children of such things," She explained slowly and coldly. Her tone near blank, with darkness all over her face. "As it it clear that you two are not suitable for parenthood..."

Flora widened her eyes as she heard the sounds of guns loading ran out. She felt tears forming as panic flooded her.

Her parents are going away.

Her parents are being taken away.

Her parents are... no longer going to be hers.

Why must there be something wrong with her?

"You two are now forbidden for seeing your daughter ever again, forbidden for ever conceiving another child ever again, forbidden for ever seeing each other again."

The screen shut off and a hologram formed instead. The hologram is 164cm, a 5'4 for all the Americans, with some additional height from her heels. She stalked towards them, going through Flora.

"Mr. Harris, you shall work for yourself and only yourself. You are forbidden for ever finding love again, romantically, and if I catch wind of another screw up from you, platonically as well."

"Y- yes, Lady Perfect!"

"Mrs. Harris, your last name is now Robinson. You shall work as a cleaning maid for other, better families. You are forbidden to find love again, romantically, and if you fail to do so, you will be used as a pleasure source for the lonely males."

She heard a horrified yelped and a sob before her mother— former mother... mumbling out her response.

"Good. You two are now dismissed."

She heard her mother's heel click clack, click clack, click clack away and her father's heavy breathing go away.

The pink hologram of The Perfect Girl appeared into her vision again. She had a soft smile on her face as she kneeled down and cupped Flora's check.

"A lesbian is a girl that likes girls in a way that a girl likes a guys," She explained even so simply. The teen raised a brow slightly. "Then why is it bad to be a lesbian."

The sweet smile on The Perfect Girl's face was wiped away and she felt her grip on her check tightened.

"Such a shame, you were almost perfect."