John gets to work on maintaining his girlish figure

John was sadly getting used to being herded from place to place in the prison by this point. He noted that Holly and Lisa, and especially Heidi, seemed to have more.... freedom in their movements. Probably because they’re further along in their “conversion.” John needed to send word to someone outside of the prison for help. Sadly, it currently seemed Heidi was his best bet on doing that. But he was not going to put all his eggs in that basket, regardless of how hot it looked. He’d keep looking for opportunities.

The women and John were herded into a very pink locker room. John was used to musty, kind of dirty and sweaty places. This was brightly lit, clean , and had a slight aroma of flowers. John was momentarily impressed and then fought that down. “Don’t start buying into this stuff,” he muttered to himself through clenched teeth.

The computer’s voice crackled over the speakers. “New prisoners will find their lockers by their Prisoner Number. Lockers are arranged numerically. Please report to your locker now. Failure to do so will result in punishment.”

The women in John’s group looked at each other as if looking for direction and slowly dispersed around the locker room. John found his locker in short order and stood in front of it. The pink locker door extended almost to the top of the locker unit. There were two small “book” lockers on top, implying on was his and one was for one of the lockers next t his. There was a small LCD panel on his locker with his Prisoner Number displayed.

Benches were alongside the lockers, and each locker door had a slight depression in front of the door. John guessed that, at the wrong time, if he tried to move out of the depression, he would be punished. He sighed. Looks like the hygiene training had paid off for the prison.

John stood there, patiently waiting for something to happen. When the last woman of his group found her locker and stepped into the depression, the computer spoke again. “Please remove your uniforms and place them in the locker. Change into the provided clothing for your exercise program. Failure to do so will be punished.”

The book shelf on the locker popped open and inside was a neatly folded pile of clothing with a pair of cross training sneakers on top. The shoes had no laces; they had Velcro closures. John guessed that was to prevent the laces from being taken and used for... something. John took his pile of clothes out and looked around. There were women disrobing, bending over, showing their breasts. His heart rate quickened and he felt that annoying pressure building under his chastity plate.

A strong electrical shock at John’s feet made him jump and yelp in pain and surprise. “Prisoner 1LEZ4535 is not changing her clothes and her vital signs suggest arousal. This will not be tolerated. Please change into the provided clothing or you will be severely punished.”

John swallowed. Hard. Here he was, surrounded by naked women, and he was being trained... converted, he figured, to not desire them. He HAD to get out of this place and soon.

He looked through the pile of clothing he’d been provided. What seemed like far too small black bike shorts, a black athletic bra, a white thong, white ankle socks, and the sneakers, also in black. He looked at the thong. The last thing he wanted was to put that on. He was shocked again.

“Prisoner 1LEZ4535 is taking too long to change her clothes. Immediately change into the provided clothing. This is your final warning before punishment.”

Sighing, John started to remove his jumpsuit and current underwear. It felt oddly good to remove the bra, he realized. He hung his clothing in the locker and started to get redressed. He stepped into the thong and pulled it up, immediately hating the strap between his checks. He looked at the spandex shorts and sighed. He pulled up his legs and into place. He pulled the sports bra over his head and slipped his arms through the straps.

He looked down at the shorts. There was no giveaway bulge. There was a faint outline of his chastity plate if he looked closely, but nothing there that said, “male.” He looked at his reflection in the mirror mounted on the inside of his locker door. A somewhat attractive woman with a boyish figure looked back at him. If there were any outside observers, they would only see a locker room with women in it.

He slammed the locker door shut, closed his eyes for a few seconds, then sat on the bench to slip his shoes and socks on. Once finally dressed, he gathered with the other women... John cursed at himself for thinking that. He gathered with the women, of which he was not, at the exit doors.

The doors eventually opened and the group was let into a exercise room that was set up for step aerobics. There were several rooms adjacent that could be seen, as the walls were glass. Some had exercise bikes. Some had what John guessed were yoga mats. Multiple classes were apparently starting, and John immediately noticed Heidi and her posse in the yoga room to his left. She was stunning, and the exercise wear only enhanced her appearance.

John looked away and closed his eyes. He started mentally thinking about baseball statistics before the computer punished him for staring or being aroused.

The computer’s voice broke him out of his revery. “Please stand behind your designated exercise equipment. Equipment is in numerical order. You have three minutes to find your spot.”

The aerobic steps were labeled with LCD screens, and it didn’t take John, or anyone, really, long to find their spot. Again, there was a shallow depression behind the steps, and John waited patiently, as did the women, for whatever nightmare this was to start.

A scream came from Heidi’s yoga room. A woman leaped at Heidi, obviously ready to start throwing punches. John swallowed and started thinking that dealing with Heidi may be a backup plan.

While his class couldn’t hear much of what was going on, all the women in the yoga class, except for the attacker, immediately stood on their mats. Heidi managed to step on hers and the attacker was obviously shocked. She retreated a step, shook off the shock and took a step towards Heidi again. She was shocked, probably worse, John figured, and she fell to her knees. She got up, and took another step towards Heidi.

An arm rapidly descended from the ceiling and clipped a... collar was probably the best term for it. But it didn’t completely encircle her neck like a dog collar. It had a small box that was place on the back of her neck, and two arms extended around her neck, but did not touch or close in the front, making it much like a horse shoe.

When the collar was in place, the woman went stone still, her face locked in a snarl. Two hydraulic arms came down from the ceiling and lifted her out of sight.

John had little time to process that scene when a screen descended from the ceiling. An attractive brunette in an outfit identical to what the class was wearing smiled at them. “Welcome to Dixon Conditioning Center’s Well Being facility!” She said enthusiastically. “My job is to ensure each of you lovely ladies gets the exercise she needs to attract the man of her dreams!

“Now, please, follow my instructions. You may not get everything right, but try. If you do not try, you’ll be punished!” She said that last part in a sing-song voice while she waved her index finger back and forth.

“We want you to have that ideal hourglass figure. So let’s get started ladies!”

And she began with some warmup moves. One woman hesitated a bit too long and was shocked. John did his best to keep up, keeping an eye on the screen, but sneaking glances over at Heidi as she did her yoga.

The class went on. John was actually working up a sweat. The woman next to him was out of shape and stepped off the equipment at the wrong time. She let out a gasp as a shock set her back to joining the group.

After what seemed like an eternity, the instructor did some cool downs, and the declared the class over. “Good job, ladies! We’ll have you in great shape, both mentally and physically, soon! Enjoy your showers!”

A shelf rose from the floor, with towels and a water cooler. John and the ladies got some water, with John throwing a towel around his neck. He dabbed at his forehead and saw some makeup come off. One woman rubbed her face with the towel, smearing her makeup. The floor below her sent the dreaded shock into her. “Prisoner 4LEZ1926, you were told not to disturb your makeup. You will receive more punishment if you continue.”

The woman looked terrified, and looked up and around, nodding her acceptance and obviously she wasn’t going to do it again.

John glanced at the yoga room, hoping to catch Heidi’s eye. Apparently they had been let out as the room was now empty.

Doors to the aerobics room opened and the computer said, “Please report to your designated shower for hygiene. Remember your training. Failure to do as instructed will result in punishment.” The shower was one large, community shower. Shower heads dotted the walls, each with the now familiar depression in front of them. There was a hand held hose with an odd head below each shower head. The walls were white tile and the floor was a sinister metallic grating. John did not have to be warned about it being electrified.

John quickly found his assigned shower, again indicated with a LCD display. A bin opened at each shower once everyone had found theirs. “Place you soiled clothing into the bins.” John did not have to be told that he’d be punished if he didn’t comply.

He decided it would be best if he just kept facing the wall rather than see the woman soaping their thighs... and breasts... with water running down...

John received a strong shock. “Prisoner 1LEZ4535 has vital signs showing her arousal. Continued arousal will be punished.”

He immediately closed his eyes and started figuring out prime numbers to get his libido in check. This was Hell. He was in Hell. Showering with women and not allowed to lust after them.

Keeping his eyes on the white tile wall, John stripped. The shower came on, and a shelf with the three bottles from earlier in the day were presented. With a deep sigh, he went through the depilatory, the body wash, and the shampoo. The depilatory oddly did not have any effect on his pubic hair triangle. John ground his teeth. He looked at the hose. God, he hated this. But he was really tired of being shocked. He took the hose, spread his legs, and clipped the head to his chastity plate. It immediately sprang to life, pulsating the cleaning him, and making him bite his lip and revisit calculating prime numbers. After several long minutes, with John trying not to moan, the pulsing, and the shower, stopped. Two towels were then designed through another opening. Looking around, John saw he women put on on their head and wrap the other around their body. Sighing, he knew he had to fit in or risk punishment, so he wrapped the larger town around his chest and did his best at putting one turban style on his head.

Another door hissed open as the ladies dries themselves. “Prisoners will report to their designated lockers and put on their assigned uniforms. You have five minutes to do so.”

John kept his focus on the locker. He put back on his bra and panties and zipped up the tan jumpsuit. He looked in the mirror again, and even without makeup, with his hairless face and arched brows, his appearance said much more “female” than “male.” He rubbed a hand over his chastity plate, wishing, again, he was freed from it.

Another door opened.

“Prisoners will find their assigned cosmetic application station, assigned by Prisoner number. They are in numerical order. You have three minutes to be seated in your assigned station.”

The ladies quickly found their vanities, and again, John was guided by the mirror video on how to apply his makeup. Again, the hair dome descended, and in short order, John was again staring at the cute woman with the surprised look on her face in the mirror.

“Prisoners are to report to the main room for unsupervised activities for the next 90 minutes. You will be directed where to go after that.”

The chairs released their captives, and the group stood and worked their way out the now open doors into the main room.