John heads out

Even though the panties and bra were just plain white cotton, John felt humiliated wearing them. This was a complete nightmare. He needed to find someone, anyone, that could help him. The tightness of the bra around his chest was a constant reminder that he was in trouble being in this place.

The door to the dressing area hissed open and John walked through it into a hallway. There were doors that opened into the hallway. They were all locked, and John was given a shock the few times he tried their handles. He walked, slowly, as he felt like a convicted felon heading to the gas chamber, along the hall. Surely there was a way out of this. He just had to stop this...

"Hello?" he called out, looking upwards. "Computer? I do not belong here!"

Silence.

"I'm male!"

Silence.

John stopped angrily and took off the jumpsuit and underwear. He started viciously tugging at the chastity plate, saying, "I... Don't.... belong.... here! I'm...a... guy!"

"Prisoner 1LEZ4535 has five seconds to cease her self harm and put her clothing back on. Refusal to comply will be punished."

John didn't care. He wanted that stupid triangular pubic patch gone. He wanted his dick back. "I'm a fucking guy! You can't do this to me!"

Arms came out of the ceiling, each armed with those taser like tips, arcing electricity. He took one shock, then another, each forcing him to take a step to the pile of clothing he had removed. "Please?" he was practically crying. "I'm not a woman! I need to talk to someone!"

"Prisoner 1LEZ4535 will get dressed and proceed on to, " the voice changed, "beautification." There was a pause. "Prisoner 1LEZ4535 has five minutes left to reach her destination or be punished."

Another shock had John sliding the panties and bra back on. He received another shock before he was able to get the jumpsuit zipped up.

He took a step back towards the hygiene area and jumped back. The floor in the direction he had come was now electrified. There was no going back. As he walked towards what he was certain was his own doom, arms dropped down from the ceiling, all arcing with the shocking heads. He was being herded, against his will, towards this.. beautification training.

After following the hall, and walking as quickly as he could to try to avoid more shocks, John came to a door. He opened it and stepped into another antechamber. The door clicked behind him. He tried the handle, but again, the door was locked behind him.

The computer spoke again, but it was like it was a completely different program.

"Hello Prisoner 1LEZ4535. Let's get gorgeous!"

John didn't like the sound of that.

"Please step through the door and have a seat. Training will begin shortly."

A door slid open and John peered into the next room. There was a simple chair in front of a large desk. No depression. No arms. Nothing sinister looking.

He timidly stepped into the room with the desk and the door to the antechamber locked behind him. He looked around the desk and chair, but saw nothing suspicious. He pulled back the chair and gingerly sat into it. Immediately a band wrapped around his lap, locking him into the chair. The chair slid towards the desk, not stopping until John's stomach was pressed firmly against it. Then the desk and chair unit began to slide forward towards the wall.

The wall slid upwards and John found himself in a larger room with about 8 other... women, not that John thought of himself as a woman. Each desk slid into position, and a lighted mirror descended from the ceiling. When the mirror touched down on the desk, John groaned. This was a fucking vanity, not a desk.

The other women looked as terrified as John did. "Can you move?" one asked.

"Get me out of this!" another wailed.

"I don't belong here!"

"I'm a fucking guy!" John said, just as the mirror changed to a video screen. A perky gorgeous blonde was smiling at him.

"Hello," a brief pause, "Prisoner 1LEZ4535." the lips didn't match the speaking of his number, so John knew it was a recording. "I'm here to teach you how to be the prettiest thing you can be. After all, we want to keep our men happy now, don't we?"

She smiled and after a beat said, "Now, let's do first things first. Lean forward slightly. And please, just do as instructed. You'll be punished otherwise, and no one wants that."

John looked nervously around, as the others were. More or less in unison, all of the prisoners leaned towards the mirror. A chin support rose from the desktop, and John placed his chin into it. He then felt an arm push his head into the chin rest, trapping him in that position. The mirror reverted back to his reflection and two small arms came out and began stinging him around his eyebrows. He could hear the others gasp with the stinging and he knew they were getting the same treatment. "We have to make sure that our brows are taken care of. But don't worry, this is permanent and after a few treatments, you'll not have to worry about plucking your brows again!" said the perky blonde's voice.

After what seemed like forever, the stinging arms moved to John's chin and cheeks. "Now some of you girls need a little extra work. Not to worry, excessive facial hair will soon be a thing of the past. Your skin will look flawless and ready for makeup application shortly!" Electrical zap after zap stung John's face, removing any trace of his facial hair, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He tried reaching for the arms, but all he received was stings to his hands. He was fucked and was going to be treated.

After an eternity, the stinging arms retracted and John's head was released. His face was smooth, if not a bit red where his facial hair had been removed. His brows were thin and arched, with a distinct bend in the middle. There was no mistaking it, they were styled like a models. John groaned. That was when he heard the others complaining as well.

A basket of cosmetics was lowered onto the vanity. The blonde appeared in the mirror again. "Don't worry, ladies. I'm sure this is new to most of you. We're going to teach you how to apply cosmetics to bring out the lovely lady inside us all. Besides," she said with a wink, "how are we going to catch a man without them?"

The first thing they were instructed to use was concealer. John didn't want to use anything, and hesitated. That gave his chair a rather nasty electric shock that ran right up his chastity plate, zapping his trapped balls furiously. After that, John did not hesitate to apply concealer as directed. The mirror highlighted the areas on his face to apply it. As long as he did as told, he avoided that shock.

Powder, foundation, contouring, mascara, eyeliner, lip liner, lipstick, gloss, and blush were all instructed. Then John removed them. Then reapplied them. Then removed them. Then reapplied them.

"This is a nice everyday look, ladies," the blonde said as she appeared, smiling, in the mirror again. "But don't worry, you'll get much more practice in applying makeup. We have work, special occasion, night time, and when you want to look sexy for your man to learn about. But we'll start with the basics. Now, onto hair."

A dome descended and settled onto John's head. He could feel wetness and tugging on his hair. "Don't worry, ladies," the blonde said, ever smiling. "This is just a quick set and style, now that we've gotten a look at what color best suits you. You'll get your ideal hairstyle soon enough." Again, she winked. "We just can't allow you to leave beautification without looking put together. You never know when you'll run into the man of your dreams!"

John felt more tugging and warm air blowing in his helmet now. After a few more minutes, the helmet ascended and John stared into the mirror. He was now sporting shoulder length strawberry blonde hair, cascading in soft waves around his face. And his face was unmistakably feminine. The woman in the mirror's mouth was agape, and John licked his glossy lips watching her do the same.

The belt released him and the chair slid back. For all intents and purposes, John looked like a flat chested woman.

"Attention prisoners," the computer voice said. "Any attempts to remove or smudge your makeup will be..." a woman to John's side shrieked in pain, "...punished severely. Please proceed down the hall to the cafeteria. Lunch is about to be served."

The women, and John, all huddled around each other and slowly walked through a newly opened door.