You wake up

When regain your consciousness, your mind is glad to register that the pain has ceased. You open your eyes, and take a deep breath. Then you start remembering what you’ve seen in the other tanks.

You look down, and your heart skips a beat. You see two perfectly shaped breasts on your chest. Your chest is also thinner than before. And you no longer have chest hair. Further looking down you notice there is no hair on your legs either. Your feet is feminine, you also note that your legs are less muscular and perfectly resemble the legs of a woman. Finally, you look at your cock, hanging between your legs in the shape and form it always been, except that now there is no hair on it.

“MMMMMMMMMMM!!!” you scream into your gag, and you start moving your limbs vehemently in every feasible direction. But the cuffs and the chains are holding your limbs firmly in place, and you are unable to get out.

Eventually a pair of guards arrive, and you are brought out of the tank. You see a box put down on the floor, and a brown straitjacket is raised in front of you. Despite your continuous struggle, your hands are unlocked one by one, and the guards drag them into the embrace of the straitjacket. Of course, you don’t give up, and you move your body vehemently, but eventually the whole thing gets encased around you, with the zipper pulled up from the bottom to the top of your neck.

“Let me go you bas…” you yell as your ballgag gets replaced to a brown one. You receive a strap between your forearms, then your ankle-cuffs are removed, and the ballet boots are placed on you. One of the guards grabs your cock, and starts placing a chastity cage around it. “MMMMMMM!!!” you try to protest, wiggling your arms in the straitjacket, but the cage gets locked in place anyways. Next, you receive your panties, made of the same material as the straitjacket, then the boots are locked together by a short chain, and you are equipped with a leash at your arm's length, attached to the O-ring on the collar of the straitjacket. There is also a blindfold and two additional straps coming out of the box. But for now these items are placed around your neck until they could be of further use.

Not like you care anyhow.

“MMMMMMMMMM!!!” you keep struggling, without even the slightest room for calming down. You were turned into a sissy. And you know EXACTLY what they want to do with you.

You keep struggling for another twenty minutes. Then the door opens again, and you see a wide shouldered man with a fat stomach walk inside the room. You recognize him as someone important.

“Well, well, well,” the man says as he steps in front of you. “I’ve always wondered what it feels like being turned like that. And also how people later on process what is happening to them. But you will soon find out, wouldn’t you?”

“MMMM!!!” you grunt.

Out of a mere accident, you see your reflection on one of the tubes. You look just like a woman, white skin, brown hair, C-Cup breasts and the body of a supermodel. If you hadn’t known better there would be no telling that you were born as a man. Suddenly, you feel pain, and you recognize your cock pressing against the cage. As a reaction, you look down, and start struggling again. But there is nothing you can do.

“Ah, yes, sissies and their cages,” the man smiles. “Soon your mind will be occupied by nothing but by the thought of getting an orgasm. You will be able to come in the cage, don’t worry. But your body will always arouse you. And you will always be wanting for more. You will do anything they tell you just to get a few moments of clarity. And then it comes back all over again. Such is the fate of a sissy.”

He unlocks his zipper, and presses his erect cock to your face.

“MMMMMMM!!!!” you protest as he starts rubbing the shaft against your face and your hair.

“Yeah, it is too early for these things,” he says, and puts his cock back in his pants. “But just wait a couple weeks, when your balls are full and ache all the time. You will be kissing and licking this thing and beg for forgiveness, just to get the chance of having an orgasm.”

“MMMMMMM!!!!” you keep protesting, doing your best against the straitjacket.

“Alright, take her to a cell,” the man says.

Suddenly the two guards grab you, and you are escorted out of the room. You can barely move in the boots, but they don’t exactly care, and they keep dragging your onward. After around fifteen minutes you arrive to a row of cells, determined with blue forcefields. Most of them are occupied by a ****, blindfolded and kneeling, others are empty. You are knelt down in one of the empty ones, and soon the blindfold is locked on your head. Your leash is attached to a D-ring on the floor, and your thighs and forelegs are strapped together using the two additional straps. Then the guard switches on the forcefield, and you are left alone in your confinement.

FUCK! That is the first coherent thought your mind can muster. This mission has gone sideways. It really-really-really has gone sideways. You have to find a way to get out of here. And you better do it quickly.