stereotypes – weightoftheworld

The Replacement by Mr Grey

Ami, the token overachieving, Asian High School senior, has found out she’s been made redundant. Now, her class gets to decide what niche she should fill.

Disclaimer: This is not my story. Check out my earlier post for an explanation and where to find more by this author.

Ami had everything figured out.

Having the brains and talent that she did, Ami didn’t have to worry. Sure, she was stuck as a high school senior for now, but as soon as that was out of the way, Ami had plans. She knew business school would be a breeze. After she finished that up, she planned to jump right to the top of a big company. Ami wanted to take control of some struggling company and show everyone just how serious she was. She’d be the most revered Japanese-American business woman on the planet. She’d make millions, smile on business magazine covers, and be loved over the world.

Having such ambition in high school can really be frustrating. Of course, Ami did her best to always appear ahead of her class and her age. She didn’t wear the normal high school attire. In fact, she looked down on the simple, immature appearance of most of her classmates. Ami preferred to wear her power suits to school. If she didn’t look so young, one would assume she was a thirty year old business woman. And, as long as people kept making that assumption, Ami was doing everything right.

The problem with being so mature and talented in high school is not being favored by the rest of the class. Being prettier and much smarter than most of the school—including the faculty—created a very defensive attitude towards Ami by the rest of the school. Ami wasn’t deliberately cruel. She just didn’t associate herself with anyone dumber than her. She just didn’t have the time. Ami was a harder working girl, and such hard work can give the impression of arrogance and superiority.

Ami’s nickname was the Ice Queen.

When it wasn’t Ice Queen, it was usually just “bitch”.

These names didn’t bother Ami though. She didn’t have time to let them bother her.

The afternoon that changed all of Ami’s plans was on a Friday. The bell was ringing through the halls, sending all the students to their lockers. Ami walked through the murmuring crowd of students, ready to go home. As Ami walked through the halls, she noticed that she was being stared at quite a lot. Students at their locker would look up at her and then quickly look away when Ami made eye contract. What the hell’s going on?

That was when she saw her.

New User Demographics

Jordan tries out a new fashion app, but it seems to keep forcing them into problematic self-identities.

Jordan leaned back and looked at the app’s description.

Use the latest in AR tech to change your looks!

It was a beta, one that had popped up on the style blog Jordan frequented. Looked spammy as hell, but they were curious. It seemed to be getting rave reviews from the big bloggers, so they were willing to give it a shot.

WELCOME TO NeW U+2!

It bubbled across the screen in a sickeningly bright pink font.

Jordan clicked the CREATE THE NEW U button and was greeted with the first menu.

ARE YOU A…

Already, there was a red flag. There were only two choices.

BOY or GIRL

Jordan sighed. You couldn’t expect the world to change overnight, but it seemed like a pretty bullheaded move to force that right up front. They debated just quitting here, but… fuck it, gendered pronouns weren’t the end of the world.

GIRL!

The bubble around the text popped, and the screen flashed bright pink.

Jordan blinked. Something felt off, though she couldn’t place it.

ARE YOU…

STRAIGHT or BI or –

Ugh, the app had glitched out all the options. She could tell there were more text, but the UI had clipped it off. She fumbled around the screen, even exited and reloaded the app, but she was stuck with those two options.

BI!

At least they had her option. Jordan had sometimes called herself a lesbian for convenience, but what self respecting girl didn’t dream of some cock now and again?

What is your ethnicity?

Christ, the person who designed this FTUI really needed to sit down with their HR department. Seriously, asking for race?

Are you…WHITE or BLACK or HISPANIC or ASIAN

It wasn’t even a good list. Jordan sighed, she was three quarters Japanese and had always identified as mixed. But, what the hell… she clicked Asian.

Are you…SKINNY or CURVY

She glanced down at herself. Definitely not a skinny bitch. Curvy may have been a poetic licence, but it was more accurate.

CURVY

Jordan was suddenly aware of how uncomfortable her outfit was. Everything seemed tight or loose. Her bra seemed way too small, but her pant waist at least a size too big. How had she not noticed it until now?

You are a…

CURVY BI ASIAN GIRL

Is this correct?

Jordan looked at the statement. She never would have said as much, but yeah, she supposed that felt… right.

She confirmed.

LOADING……

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Regressive Progression

Warning – contains raceplay and forced transformation

“What the hell are you doing?”

“I”m supposed to be here, remember?”

“Oh.” she said, wondering how she could forget she had invited him over? “OK. What were you doing here anyway?”

“You were…” he paused, distracted with something on the small gizmo he had in his hand “…you were about to apologize for being such a bitch to me.”

She scoffed. “I really doubt that.”

He typed away furiously at the the small screen in front of him, then looked up with a distrustful smile. “Oh, I think that’s exactly what you’re going to do.”