You make a condition.

"The man?" You give a bitter dry laugh. "I might not have been able to look yet, but I can feel that I'm no man where it counts."

That was true enough, the absence between your legs was noticable every time you moved your legs. As too was the weight on your chest and the bounce and jiggle of your braless breasts with the motion of the bus. How long it might take for these things to seem natural to you, you could not tell. Right now they were humiliating reminders of what you had lost and what you had gained.

"Shit, you mean you could never please a woman with your fingers, or your tongue?" Toni asks. "So your pecker is gone. Boo fucking hoo. So is mine and we were like really attached, me and old woody. You'll get yours back, in eleven months."

That was true too. The rules on giving convicts the pink pill did not allow for a permant change. You took a X-Change X-Tra once a month, a twelth consecutive dose would result in a permanent transformation so you had one month per year without the pill. That was little comfort, you were allowed one conjugal visit a month. You doubted your girlfriend would even remember you eleven months from now.

"You get stuck in a cell with some bodybuilder who's ready to dyke out and likes to play rough, then I ain't going to be able to help you." You point out to Toni.

"I still got a little pull because of the mob." Toni insists. "I can't work nothing major, like getting me outta there but I reckon I could arrange for us to be cellmates. Maybe some other little favours and treats too."

You glance off to your side. Tamara sits there seemingly oblivious to your conversation, though she is silent there are tears rolling down her freckled cheeks. You know the kid is twenty two, but the transformation has made her appear younger. Put her in a cheerleaders outfit and she could go to highschool without an eyebrow being raised.

"You include the kid in your cosy little lovenest and you got yourself a deal." You tell Toni.

"Her?" Toni looks from you to Tamara with amusement. "I wouldn't have thought she was your type. Sure she has a pretty face, but she's so flatchested it would be hard to tell which way round she was in the dark."

"You know she wouldn't last a day on her own without some asshole claiming her." You tell Toni. "You get the three of us a cell and you can tell anyone who gives a shit that you're both my bitches and to keep their distance."

"Okay, okay. I'll see what I can do when we get to the pen." Toni agrees.

You both lapse into silence, only the sobs from the back of the bus disturbing the peace. An hour, maybe two and you'll be at the federal penitentary. This should be familiar enough to you, but you feel sick with nerves.