The cafeteria

John’s gait in the stilettos was impeccable as he minced his way to the cafeteria. The training in grace had paid off as he no longer minded the heels. His calves no longer burned from wearing them. It was awkward now to not be in heels. His biggest concern now was the tight corset and the restrictive pencil skirt. He was slightly put off to look down and see cleavage.

He - and the longer he was trapped in the prison, the less “he” there was - didn’t realize it, but he was the perfect image of feminity as he walked into the cafeteria. His chastity plate vibrating, keeping him on edge the entire time, reinforcing that every action he took right now was pleasurable. He need to sit down and just exhale, hopefully with his friends over lunch.

His heels clicked as he walked into the cafeteria. The background buzz of the ladies chattering in there quickly died down as John entered, with every woman in there turning to face him. He slowed and looked around, wondering why they were staring. He blushed furiously and quickly picked up his pace to stand in line for lunch. The women all stepped back, allowing John to move to the front of the line.

He found this odd, and slowed as he approached the dispenser. Why were they acting like.... the realization that being the fiancé of Dixon meant that he had ascended to the top of the power structure within the prison hit him like a ton of bricks. He stumbled in his heels, which resulted in a pronounced shock to his crotch, causing him to gasp with a feminine shriek as he quickly corrected himself. He HATED the new chastity plate and wanted it off worse than ever. The carrot and stick approach to being converted to a heterosexual woman was truly going to intensify with it on. He braved himself against the table he had leaned on when punished, breathing heavily to get over the shock, his enhanced breasts moving up and down in a very disturbing manner to him. That’s when he realized the other prisoners were staring at him. Feeling foolish, he righted himself, striding confidently over to the lunch dispenser as his chastity plate began buzzing with pleasure again.

He announced his prisoner number and the automated system delivered a spinach salad with a creamy salad dressing. John piked up his tray in his elegantly manicured hands and minced over to his friends to eat.

“Vicki, you look amazing! Your fiancé is going to go crazy when he sees you!” Lisa said. The other women agreed. John tried to ignore them as he mixed the dressing into his meager meal.

He took a bite out of his salad and spit it out. His friends looked at him as he shrieked girlishly with pain as he was shocked by his chastity plate. “That’s.... that’s.... cum!” He painted. After a few seconds, he was shocked harder and he groaned with pain.

“Um, Vicki... I don’t think the computer is giving you a choice. You hav to eat it.” Holly said, matter of factly

Not wanting to be zapped again, John stabbed the spinach with his plastic fork and eat a mouthful. He was disgusted by the flavor, but his chastity plate started vibrating in overdrive. He dropped his fork into his tray and braced himself, stiff armed, against the table. “I.... hate....” he moaned as the vibrations intensified further.

“Just eat it, Vicki. You don’t have a choice,” Lisa said sympathetically

John nodded, as he hated being aroused associated with the flavor of.. semen. The computer did not let up on the vibrations until John finished the salad. The vibrations continued, but much gentler now, still keeping John on edge. He was nauseous knowing what he had just eaten. And it didn’t seem to be anything synthetic; it was real. He had eaten another man’s spunk.

The women where finishing up their lunches and about to head to the common room when The computer announced, “Prisoner 1LEZ4535 please report to the visitor center. Failure to comply will be punished.”

John blinked. He looked questioningly at Holly. She shrugged. “Don’t look at me, I don’t know anything about it.” None of his friends knew anything about the visitor’s center.

John shrieked again as he was shocked, presumably for taking too long to head out. The girls wished him luck and he began to mince down the hall. He was shocked if he turned the wrong way and was pleasured if he went the right way. With the carrot and stick method, he was slowly led to the mysterious visitor center.