John awakens, chaste and in a cell.

John groaned, rubbing his head. His hair had been pulled back into a short pony tail. He slowly opened his eyes, blinking as he slowly became adjusted to the harsh lighting. Looking down at himself, he saw he was in a tan jumpsuit, emblazoned with his ID number. He could feel a bra wrapped around his chest. And his crotch was firmly held in a rather uncomfortable embrace.

He stumbled out of bed and stood, loosening his jumpsuits, wriggling out of it, and pulled down the panties that had been slipped on him. A metal shield had been adhered over his crotch. He started tugging on it, trying to work a finger under it, to remove it.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” came a silken voice behind him. John whirled to se a voluptuous blonde, perched on the top bunk, her legs crossed and leg bouncing rather sexily. She was a knockout, curves on all the right places, perfect skin, flawless makeup, and her jumpsuit cling to her, making sure that you couldn’t help but notice her body. She was simply gorgeous.

And John was stuck with this plate over his crotch.

“They keep all us girls here locked up like that. Keeps us from falling back into our old ways,” she purred, walking over towards John, her hips swaying seductively. “Welcome to the first day of learning to become a heterosexual woman. I’m Holly. Looks like we’re cell mates.” She held out a perfectly manicured hand.

“Look,” John started, “There’s been a horrible mistake. I don’t belong here...”

“I’m not a lesbian. They’ve got the wrong person,” Holly finished for him, dryly. “Do you think you’re the first girl here to say that?”

“That’s just it, I’m not a woman!” John said.

“Shhhh!” Holly hissed, looking around nervously. The computer listens to everything.” She emphasized the syllables. “Ev. Ry. Thing. If you keep saying things like that, you’ll be punished. Just accept it, sweet cheeks. You’re going to become a trophy wife for someone upon your re-education here.”

“I’m a guy!” John whispered, angrily. “I was in...”

“...the wrong place at the wrong time,” Holly finished again. “You’ll soon learn that your transgender identity will be washed away, honey. What’s your name, anyway?”

“John,” he said, tersely.

Holly smiled. “C’mon....Joan? Is that a variant of your name? We’ll, you can’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“How do I get this stupid thing off of me?” John asked, pointing to the plate crushing his member. “It’s uncomfortable as hell.”

Holly shrugged. “You don’t.” She wriggled out of her jumpsuit revealing a seductive body clad in sexy lingerie. She seductively pulled down a skimpy little thing, revealing a plate of her own over her crotch. “They’re essentially implanted with hooks under the skin. There’s no getting out of it without serious self harm. And the computer would know long before you got to that point, Joanie. It keep us compliant and, like I said, from backsliding.” She started to readjust her clothing.

John stared, wishing hat stupid plate was not crushing his balls. Holly noticed his stare and giggled. “Don’t worry, Joanie, you’ll have some sexy undies yourself soon enough.”

A chime rang out. Holly scampered over to the cell bars and peered through them. “Inspection time,” she said. “C’mon, stand on the marked spot or you’ll be punished. Arms out to the side.”

There were two pairs of yellow footprints painted on the gray cell floor. Holly stood with her feet on the pair closest to the cell door, shook her hair, and raised her arms out to the side.

John looked at her, shook his head, and sat down on the lower bunk.

“You’ll be sorry,” Holly said in a sing-song voice.

The chime came again. A voice came out of a speaker from somewhere in the cell. “Female prisoner 1LEZ4535 will stand in the marked area, arms out at her side, or she will be punished.”

An arm snaked down through an opening in the ceiling with a taser like appendage on the end. Electricity crackled from it a few times as it moved menacingly towards John. Recalling his entrance into this nightmare, John decided a massive shock would best be avoided again. He stood, arms out, in the indicated spot, hating this whole charade.

“Uh... computer...” John started to say. “Prisoner 1LEZ4535 will be silent during inspection or she will be punished.” The voice from the speaker said. So John stood, waiting for inspection to be over. He’d have to talk to a real human. Surely a guard or two must be...

His wrists and ankles were suddenly locked in the grasp of four new robotic arms that had shot out with lightning quickness. John looked worriedly over at Holly, and saw that she, too, was being held in place by mechanical arms.

They were both quickly disrobed. A laser scanner briefly passed over Holly’s perfect body. It then passed over John’s. The computer speaker spoke again.

“This is your first inspection, Prisoner 1LEZ4535. Your appearance has been deemed unsatisfactory. The laser scanner passed over his plated crotch several times. “No infection detected,” said the speaker.

John felt something cold on his left ass cheek An arm with a syringe suddenly shot into his ass, making him inhale with pain. “Health scans upon entering indicated lower than optimal estrogen levels and elevated testosterone. Shots will be given to help bring Prisoner 1LEZ4535’s hormones into ideal ranges.”

John began squirming, but the arms held him tightly. The syringe arm retracted back into the wall. Another arm shot down and put two hook like fingers up his nostrils, forcing his head back and his mouth open. Two pills were placed into his open mouth, while the fingers quickly reversed themselves and punched John’s nose shut. Another of the damn arms shot out of the wall, this one with a curved plate on it the presses tightly against John’s mouth and chin. He had **** but to swallow the pills. The arms retracted and John coughed several times.

“The pills will make Prisoner 1LEZ4535 more compliant and obedient. Inspection over. You may now get dressed.” The arms released Holly and John and retracted back into the walls, the openings the passed through undetectable.

John rubbed his ass where he had been injected. Holly began shimmying into her lingerie and jumpsuit. John sat down on the bunk again. This was insanity.

“C’mon, Joanie. You’ve got to get dressed. You’ll be punished again if you don’t,” Holly warned him.

John kicked at the tan jumpsuit. Holly, now dressed, leaned over, picked up the panties and bra, and held them out for John. Sighing, he pulled the panties up and started to slip into the jumpsuit.

“Here,” said Holly, “Let me help you. Put your arms out.” She held up the bra, wanting to help him put it on.

Gritting his teeth, John figured it was just temporary until he could speak to a human. He let Holly slip on the bra and felt her hook it behind him. She then helped him get readjusted in his jumpsuit.

A soft “ping” sounded, and a sheet of paper was fed out of a slot. Holly scampered (did everything she do have to be so... cute and sexy?) over and grabbed it. She looked at us and said, “Wow, Joanie, you must’ve pissed off the computer. This is your schedule. You’re in for some hardcore education!”