John is unable to resist

Four rods descended from the ceiling, at the corners of a square surrounding the depression in the floor. They began spraying water onto John, who sputtered for a but and realized this was essentially a shower.

A panel in the floor opened and a small shelf rose containing a bottle with a pink viscous liquid. "Prisoner 1LEZ4535 will apply the depilatory over her body."

John shook his head. He needed to... The fucking pills. He had to resist. He was not a woman and had no intention on being conditioned to become a heterosexual woman. So he stood there, in the spray of the nozzles, motionless. He could wait this out.

"Prisoner 1LEZ4535 will apply the depilatory over her body." the computer again said.

"Fuck you!" John said, hoping that he could wait this one out.

The shower immediately shifted to ice cold water. John yelped, and then jumped out of the depression, where he immediately was given a severe shock by the floor, making him jump for the safety of the depression. The cold water stung his skin as he stood in the spray. Again, he tried moving out of the depression, and again he was given a severe shock the moment he hit the floor. The dome was the only safe spot in the room, and standing in it exposed him to ice cold sprays.

John realized he was fucked.

Shivering, he opened the bottle and slathered the liquid inside over his body. The ice cold jets stopped spraying when he opened the bottle and started hissing out steam, which was a warm, welcome relief after the ice water he'd been hit with.

"Prisoner 1LEZ4535 will ensure her body is covered and return to standing with her arms raised over her head," the computer said.

It was useless. John was going to have to do as told to make it through this "training" and eventually find a live human to talk to. He slathered the liquid in his armpits and raised his arms over his head. And waited. And waited.

The liquid began to itch, and John reached down to scratch his ass. He was rewarded with a shock. The floor of the depression was electrified as well! He remained stoic, with his arms above his head, resisting the urge to itch or move as best he could. After what seemed like an eternity, the shower heads rinsed him with soothingly warm water, washing the itchy goop, and his body hair, off.

"Prisoner 1LEZ4535 will take the bottle and daily apply the depilatory. Failure to comply will be punished," the computer told him. John wasn't sure how punishment would be carried out, or when he would apply it. He only knew the shocks sucked and that body hair was a small price to pay for not freezing to ****. He nodded to no one in agreement.

He took the bottle and the shelf retracted. Another opening produced another shelf that rose into view. Again, the shower began spraying ice cold water.

"Prisoner 1LEZ4535 will wash her hair with the supplied shampoo," the computer said.

Not wanting to be frozen or shocked, John quickly lathered his hair with the floral scented shampoo, and the shower stopped spraying. After a while, the showers kicked back on, allowing him to bask in the warmth of the sprays.

"Prisoner 1LEZ4535 will wash her hair daily with the supplied shampoo. Failure to comply will be punished."

John sensed a theme. Comply or be punished.

The next shelf produced a floral scented body wash that he eagerly applied to avoid the icy blasts of water. Again, he accepted the bottle and was told to use it daily.

He was ready to be dried off when the computer said, "Prisoner 1LEZ4535 will stand with her hands above her head."

Not really wanting more ice cold water sprayed on him, John did as told. His ankles were grabbed by cuffs that appeared via openings in the floor, and a nozzle rose up between his legs and affixed itself to his plate, and oddly, a little above his groin. with a "click". He began to feel warm water spraying his crotch, which aroused him and made his chastity very uncomfortable. It pulsed, and the arousal was intense. He swayed on his feet and tried to move, but with his ankles locked down, there was little he could do. With the pulsing warm water, John could feel a little itching in his groin.

"Prisoner 1LEZ4535 shall daily ensure that her chastity device is cleaned," the computer said. "Failure to comply will be punished."

John bit his lip, really wanting to be able to get fully hard and cum, and nodded. The nozzle retracted, and he noticed he now had a nice triangle of pubic hair above his plate. But his ankles were not unlocked yet.

Another nozzle emerged from the floor, and this one rapidly inserted it into his ass. He groaned and squirmed as best he could, but he was trapped. As the liquid pumped into him, he realized he was getting an enema.

"Prisoner 1LEZ4535 will weekly ensure that she receives an enema. Failure to comply will be punished."

John felt the warm water inside of him fully. He squirmed. He wanted it out of him. Just when he thought he couldn't take it further, the nozzle removed itself and he emptied the contents of his bowels. He put his hand on his knees and panted, trying to just get through this. Before he could recover, the nozzle again invaded him and he endured another cleaning cycle. And another. His ass was sore, he was chilly, and he was ready to be out of this.

After the final enema, he was given a small basket to carry his bottles. The computer then instructed, "Prisoner 1LEZ4535 will step into the next room and dress herself. She will then report to," and the computerized voice changed for the word, "beautification," then back to the original voice, "within 15 minutes. Failure to comply will be punished." The shower heads retracted and a panel opened.

His ankles were released. He was horny as hell. And he was still wet. He walked through the opening and found a small room with a bench, several fluffy towels, and a pile of folded clothing: Panties, bra, tan jump suit. John dried himself thoroughly, not pleased with both smelling like a flower garden and being hairless, except for the triangle of feminine pubic hair he was now sporting. Figuring he could save himself some dignity, John began putting on the jumpsuit and ignoring the bra and panties when the computer voice said, "Prisoner 1LEZ4535, all clothing must be worn. Failure to comply will be punished."

John immediately jumped and undressed, redressing himself with both bra, panties, and jumpsuit. It was only after he had dry and dressed that he realized that he had done as told without fighting. "Fuck! The pills! I need to stay focused!"

Another door opened and the computer said, "Prisoner 1LEZ4535 has ten minutes to reach her training in," the voice changed again, "beautification."

Sighing, John walked through the door