The room

"Good choice, now i will escort you to your new room" The Chief said as the man in the trench secures the wigs away. We walk trough a hallway with several other chambers, each of them numerated and closed. The wig isn't fitting perfectly as I walk so i have to check the hair to make sure the wig doesn't drop on the floor. "Let's see, 1406, 1407, 1408, there, 1409" The Chief opens the door as i step into the room. It's a nice chamber with a single bed, a wardrobe with a mirror on one of the cabinets. A door is a bit open as i can see that it conains the bathroom. There are no windows as on the bed i can only see new clothes and a letter.

The door shut close behind me as i am left alone there. "Well, at least it's nice here" as i step close on the bed and i check the clothes. "Really, I have to dress up like this?" It was a pink satin babydoll and a pair of breefs that matches "There's no way i can fit inside those" I say as i open the letter:

"Thanks for volunteering for our program. Tomorrow you will find your new clothes but for tonight you have to sleep in this. I hope they fit since they were made for our last subjects. As it was decided before, your new name will be Carmela and you will referred by that from now on." When did i agree with that name? I don't remember agreeing "So sleep well and enjoy your last days as a man. P.S. Don't take off the wig even when you have to sleep.". The letter is signed M. Richter and behind that a badge with your new name is attached. Carmela... It doesn't sound bad for a redhead.

I decided to follow what the letter told me as i strip naked of my male clothes. I stare for the last time at my body in the mirros; pretty average all things considered but the cock was not that bad expecially now that it hardens in front of the mirror. I slide on the breefs on as my dick stiffens more and than the babydoll. I looked at myself in the mirror again "Man I look like an ugly drag queen" as i sigh and fell on the bed, slipping under the sheets and falling asleep.