A male non-violent criminal.

Jax Anderson could immediately tell that something was wrong with his body. Touching his chest gave him most of the information he would need: He was in a female body now. His new breasts were very sensitive and the nipples were erect almost like tiny cocks. He removed his hands from his chest quickly, but he could feel that there was some sort of desire building up in his loins.

He stood up, feeling the many obvious and subtle differences between this body and his old one, but he tried to ignore that. He had been jailed for selling Scratch, a **** that was illegal on some colonies even though it was only a little more harmful than tobacco smoking had been in centuries past.

The room was pure white, but it had a single door on one wall as well as the simple bed Jax had awakened on. He walked over to the door, but only realized when he arrived there that there was no handle on the inside of the room.

He was a prisoner again.

Jax took a few minutes to examine the door and the walls in greater depth to find out if there was any possible way for him to escape, but he did not find anything. He returned to the bed and took a look at the sheets and mattress and frame, but he didn't think there was anything there that he could use to improve his situation. After a few minutes, he gave up and sat back down on the bed.

A voice spoke to him from some hidden speaker in the ceiling. "Ms. Anderson, please remove your clothing and prepare for inspection. If you do not comply, there will be consequences that you may not like."