Not what you expected!

You all troop out of the shower, with yourself and Toni bringing up the rear of the line. Towels are ready hanging on a rack and you each take one to dry yourself off. Your eyes once more stray to your fellow transformees as you towel yourselves down. You note with interest that Toni was not the only one to take advantage of the provided razors. Tamara, no doubt copying the Italian has shorn her pubis smooth and bald but left a small tuft of fine ginger hair above her pale skinned cleft. Julia, surpisingly has completely removed the bushy black tangle of pubes she had. Only Rihanna has left her pubis au naturale with a dark furred triangle of hair obscuring her labia. You have not manicured your own bush, but the pale blonde hair there is so fine and sparse it hides nothing.

As you finish drying your bodies and hair it dawns upon you all that your orange jumpsuits are now gone. As the rest of you look to one another uncertain as to what to do, Rihanna begins to wrap the towel around herself to hide her nudity.

"Where do you think you going with the towel Khan? That stays in the shower room." Lopez barks at Rihanna.

Reluctantly Rihanna unwraps the towel, but covers her breasts with one hand and arm whilst the other shields her privates.

"OK girls, now you are all cleaned up we'll get your new prison outfits." Lopez chuckles and gestures to the door and hallway.

You file past the leering male guards and up the corridor a short way to another room. A trestle table is set up inside with five small and neatly folded stacks of clothing, each with a name tag matching each of you new names on top. You each hurry to one of the piles as Officer Lopez orders you to dress. You had been expecting fresh regulation orange jumpsuits, but to your surprise you new uniform is quite different. There are three white button fronted longsleeved shirts, two plaid skirts and seven pairs of long white socks and one pair of kitten heeled black shoes. That is all.

"Hey, where's the underwear?" Julia demands to know turning with a scowl to Lopez.

"You don't need a bra Lincoln, those titties ain't gonna sag." The athletic Latina guard replies with a broad grin. "Well maybe just a little, but they'll get firmed up again in eleven months time when you get your big old pecker back. As for panties, well it does not surprise me any more just what you cons will try to smuggle in your prison pocket. So you can expect to get frequently searched for contraband at any time. All guards have the right to perform cavity searches at random, and no panties speeds the process up."

"The hell? You mean those male guards and lezzie bitches like you can just straight up fingerbang us any time you damn want." Julia protests loudly.

Lopez smirks at Lincoln. "You keep that backtalk up girl and you'll find yourself bent over that table soon enough. You think you'll look so tough getting searched right in front of these other cons every five minutes? Now if you prom queens are done arguing you can all get changed."

The black gang leader stares daggers at Lopez, but says nothing. After a second or two she joins the rest of you as you put on your new uniforms.