Preparations

Arms came out and unceremoniously dropped Holly and John onto their respective bunks. John hoped the patronizer would be jarred loose from the movement, but it was adhered to his neck by one of those electrode adhesive pads. It wasn’t coming off.

He was placed on his back, staring upwards and more or less flattened into a reclining pose. He could only assume Holly was placed into a similar position. The bunks shuddered as a gate in the floor creaked open and the beds descended through it.

John could only stare upwards at the bottom of Holly's bunk, but he could see the light fade from the closing of the gate above them as they were lowered. Once it closed, they were in dim red lighting with mechanical noises all around them.

After being lowered about twenty feet, a rectangular overhead lift swung over Holly’s bunk. The four corners of the hoist attached themselves to the four posts of Holly’s bunk, separating it from John’s with a jerk and taking it, and Holly, off in a different direction. He quickly lost sight of her. He hoped she would be OK.

The “behind the scenes” version of the prison was decidedly gloomy. There were mechanical devices everywhere: chains, conveyers, arms, devices that John had no idea what they were for. He made a mental note that were he not on his bunk, the interior of the prison was a very dangerous place to be. There was no place for an inmate to walk here without getting seriously injured. That made sense. It was another barrier to keeping the ladies in the prison and away from the maintenance shafts that had to be there.

John was carried on his bed for a while unable to move and staring up into the darkness. His arm was eventually scanned confirming his identity and his bed was tipped sideways, rolling him off so he landed face down on a padded conveyer. As it slowly moved, he was forcibly positioned by a number of moving padded bars, flippers, and positioning devices until he was lying prone on his back, staring upwards, moving feet first down the conveyer. His arms were flipped over his head and his nightie was removed. His thong was cut away, leaving John naked. His legs were spread slightly and he felt a tight satin cheeky panty being slid firmly into place. Another bar lifted his legs and he felt thigh highs being rolled on. His arms were repositioned to point upwards and a white satin bra was lowered over them. More positioners flipped him up into a sitting position, his arms now facing out in front of him. His bra was tightly clasped behind him, giving him a noticeable bustline. With his legs also facing frontwards, John was now sitting like a doll with his arms outstretched as he continued immobile down the conveyer. He could see another woman far ahead of him in the same position. She shortly vanished from his view, dropping out of his sight.

The belt ended, and John was dropped like the woman before him into a padded chair. A few more bars and positioning aids soon had his wrists locked in place on the arms of the chair with his fingers spread, his face looking forward, and his toes extended over the edge of a rest for his feet.

A dome and mask descended and covered his head. His eyes were gently pushed closed and held shut. He could feel his hair being done and makeup being applied. Thimbles attached themselves to his toes and fingers as his manicure and pedicure were redone.

He felt the weight of long earrings dangling from his earlobes as the helmet and mask were removed. The chair tipped forward, and another bar caught John before he tumbled headfirst to the floor. Heels were slipped onto his feet before he was straightened and stood upright. Satin opera gloves were slid onto his arms He was moved onto a small platform several feet square that had spotlights positioned to light his body up. Clips were placed around his calves, holding him upright. He was literally on display on the platform, like a piece of art. Perfume was liberally applied and he felt a hair band placed on his head with something wispy hanging down from it. His hands were moved in front of him at about chest height and something was placed in them for him to hold. He felt movement as his platform slid along a narrow hallway, eventually stopping with him face to face to another woman. She was, as best John could see, dressed as a lingerie clad bride. She had on a hair band with a tiny veil behind her head, a push up bra giving her wonderful cleavage, and holding a bouquet of flowers.

John knew immediately that he was dressed in a similar fashion.

There was some more shaking and John sensed movement. He and the other women....at least he assumed there were others there... he could only see the mannequin-like woman facing him... were slid along as a group for several minutes. They jerked to a stop on their platforms and John listened to some mechanical whines and clicks. A panel slid open and the brides were rolled out into a richly appointed room. It was done in reds and dark woods with paintings on the walls and leather chairs. There was also a bar in one corner.

The inmates were distributed into a line along the center of the room, with John in the middle of the lineup. Each woman came to a stop in front of a full length mirror. And John was horrified with what he saw. He was dressed in lingerie, with no telltale bulge in his panties saying he was male. His small breasts were pushed up and out by the tight satin bra. He was not as curvy as Holly, but the bra did a remarkable job of giving him an appreciable bust.

His hair cascaded in soft waves around his face. His makeup was very soft and glowy, done in pinks, soft browns, and golds. His eyelashes were perfect. His foundation was flawless. Long dangly earrings hung from his ears. He looked gorgeous.

The **** workouts and diet had toned John. His legs were long and lean. His stomach was flat. The heels lifted his ass, which was round and firm and peeking out of his panties. He looked sexy. He looked feminine. He looked like a lingerie clad bride.

And he was there for a patron to select as one.