John wakes up

John stretched and slowly came to consciousness. He felt rested and refreshed. Forgetting where he was, he reached down to scratch his junk and was brought back to the nightmare he was trapped in when his hand hit the nylon thong and the metal plate. He sat up suddenly and struck his head on the bottom of the top bunk, jarring Holly. The lights in the cell were still off.

“I see you’re awake,” he heard from above. “Don’t get out of bed until the computer says so.”

“OK,” John replied, lying back down and trying, and failing, to arrange his nightie in something covering him more. It seemed to want to make John appear sexy regardless of his efforts.

After a few moments of silence, John asked, “So what happens today?”

“Pretty much same as yesterday,” Holly said. “You’ll be eased into things. Expect a similar day with small changes. Once you’re used to the place and reach some basic level of skill at being a hetero woman, your schedule will ramp up.”

There was a pause. “How do you feel, Joanie?” Holly asked.

“Uh... OK. I guess. Why?”

“The first few days is when the computer checks out your psyche. Decides what is holding you back or highest priority to fix. It begins making changes.”

Another pause. “When you realize what it’s decided to work on, it’ll come as a surprise. Expect that something has changed, OK?”

That scared the crap out of John. “Changed?” He asked

“Yeah. Like suddenly your favorite color is pink, even though you know you liked orange before. Or that you like having long hair rather than a buzz cut. That’s how it starts.”

That sounded ominous to John, so he ran through a checklist in his head. Guy, wrongly imprisoned, purple (which made the nightie all the worse), lucky number 8... everything seemed OK. He made a note to run through things daily, as long as he was in here.

“Holly? What changed with you?”

Holly paused for a long moment. “I can’t remember her name,” she said, softly. “I was her wife and I can’t remember her name.”

That struck John as terribly unfair and horribly depressing. “I’m sorry, Holly. I wish there was something I could do.”

“Me too, Joanie. Me too.”

The pair stayed silent in the gloom for a few minutes. A new thought struck John. “Uh, Holly? I’m... where are the toilets?”

“Just wait, Joanie.”

The lights clicked on. “Prisoners will stand in the indicated positions with their arms out to their sides.” The computer voice said.

Holly jumped down from the top bunk, perky as ever, her red nightie fluttering sexily. John closed his eyes. He didn’t want to get shocked this early.

He stood, wobbling in his heels, and got into position, arms out. The scanner came down again, checking their identities. “Prisoners accounted for.”

As the day before, the arms came out and held John and Holly in place. John’s ass was swabbed with **** and a blood sample withdrawn. The arm with it retracted back into the wall and after about a minute, John was given another swab and another injection. “Hormonal shot administered.” The computer announced. “Blood hormone levels still not within required parameters.” John now realized why he was wearing a thong.

“They can check things that quickly?” He whispered to Holly.

“Yeah, all automated,” she replied.

The computer released the pair and announced, “You have thirty minutes to get prepared before being released from your cell. Failure to be ready at that time will result in punishment.”

“Showers?” John asked, feeling a mixed emotion of joy of a long hot shower and the fear of being shocked for arousal.

“Not for you. Not yet, anyway,” Holly said. “You still have hygiene training to complete before you start showering with the other ladies.” John let the “other ladies” comment slide.

The wall opposite the cell door hissed and three panels opened. A toilet and two sinks appeared. There was a toothbrush, a cup, floss, and mouthwash on each sink.

Holly walked over to the toilet, pulled her thong down to her knees, and sat. John heard the pee begin to start, so he looked away and sat on his bed, waiting. “Fuck!” He cried out as he was shocked.

“Cross the legs, Joanie!” Holly said smiling. She wiped herself off, flushed, and motioned for John to use the toilet as she washed her hands. John minced over to the toilet, apparently well enough on his heels to avoid a shock and realized that he’d have to sit to go just like Holly. And he’d have to sit to go until the plate was removed. That was like a punch to his gut.

He sat and pulled his panties to his knees like Holly did. He emptied his bladder and mimicked Holly’s routine for using the toilet.

They brushed their teeth, flossed (Holly warned John that there was punishment if they didn’t use everything provided) and used the mouthwash.

Once they were done, the sinks and toilet slid back into the wall.

“What if you jumped on the toilet as it was sliding back?” John asked.

“It stops. You’re punished. The computer is pretty good about monitoring our presence, Joanie. Escape just isn’t possible.”

John nodded. The two chutes, along with the shelving units, opened.

“Prisoners will remove their soiled clothing and place it into the bins. Failure to do so will result in punishment,” the computer said.

The pair stripped, and John had to face away from Holly. He wanted to see her naked, but he didn’t want any stirring in his groin to trigger a shock. Fuck! Was this conditioning?

John took his pile of clothing: Tan jumpsuit, white cotton thong, push up bra. Sighing, he put on the clothing and did the trick Holly showed him last night with the bra. He noted hat today’s jumpsuit was tighter in the crotch and was cupping his ass. It seemed tighter in the waist, too. The waist, the heels, the flat crotch, the seat crawling up his ass, and the push up bra all worked together to give John a feminine figure.

“Nice ass,” Holly said, laughing.

John turned to see Holly in a red satin bra and thong, as she stepped into her jumpsuit.

“Fuck!” John said as the computer announced, “Prisoner 1LEZ4535 is showing signs of arousal. Continued arousal will result in further punishment.”

Holly wriggled into her jumpsuit. “You’re going to have to work on that, Joanie.”

“I know,” John said, defeatedly.

The shelves retracted into the wall for a few seconds, then reappeared with the pill cups and a glass of water. There was also a flat plastic case sitting on each shelf. John picked up the case and looked at it. It was marked with a bar code and had his prisoner number on it. He held it up and gestured towards Holly with it.

As if sensing his question, the computer announced, “Prisoner 1LEZ4535 will begin taking birth control pills to synchronize her menstrual cycle with the other inmates. She will also begin taking B vitamins to promote nail and hair growth. “

John blanched. Birth control? He stared at the package.

“It makes it easier for the computer to give everyone pads during our periods, Joanie. And with the plates, tampons are out.”

Holly took her medicines while John stared at the birth control. He was given a strong shock and he dropped the birth control packet.

“Prisoner 1LEZ4535 has not yet taken her prescribed medications. Failure to do so will result in continued punishment.”

He scrambled to pick it back up. He was shocked again, harder this time. He swallowed the pills in the paper condiment cup, and was shocked again. He finally punched out the birth control pill and swallowed it before receiving stronger shocks.

“I can’t believe I’m on birth control,” John said, sullenly.

“You’ll need it when you start dating guys in the outside, Joanie,” came Holly’s soft reply. John cringed.

The pair sat on their bunks, each with their legs crossed properly. After a short wait, the chime sounded, and the cell door opened. Like the day before, Holly dragged John down to Lisa’s cell and the trio started off down the hall. John was still getting shocked occasionally for not walking properly, but he was improving.

“Why aren’t you two in heels?” He asked.

“We’ve mastered the ideal height,” Holly said.

“We’re still stuck on the treadmill once a week to stay in practice,” Lisa added. “And we’re on the treadmill for a while.”

“Enjoy your shower, Joanie!” Holly said as John again went into the antechamber.

Today’s hygiene training added lotion to be applied after drying off. One more feminine thing John was now having to do. He left hygiene horny as hell after cleaning his plate, smelling very floral, and continued on to beautification.

Today, beautification added false lashes. He hated those, as they seemed to be invading his vision. His eyes were lined with a smokey liner and some dramatic eyeshadow. Perfume was also added. The hair dome combed his hair into a flat ponytail with a clip holding the middle third. He was punished several times for fussing with it.

Lunch was, again, sadly, a small salad. John was happy to see his few friends.

He managed to only become aroused twice in the shower after aerobics. And his grace training was improving.

The next few sleep cycles proceeded in the same manner, with small changes. He had **** but to continue getting hormone adjustments and taking the birth control. False lashes became an every day look for John. His ears were pierced. He had enough facial treatments to ensure no facial hair would grow and his brows wouldn’t need to be touched. Short extensions were added to his hair. He soon had a short set of fingernails done with an impeccable French manicure.

He graduated to 4 inch heels and the shocks became much more infrequent for not walking appropriately. Crossing his legs when he sat became second nature. The workouts and the small meals were beginning to have the desired effect of weight loss. His jumpsuits were continually tailored to ensure he looked feminine in them.

Nightly moisturizer was added to his makeup removal. He continued receiving thongs and push up bras, but he became used to having a strap of fabric between his ass cheeks.

He began to just accept that his nickname in prison was Joanie. And he gave up trying to think of “him and the women.” It was just easier to think that, for now, he was part of a group of women. But he was horny as hell. Morning erections... Hell, ANY erections were impossible with the plate in place. He was almost constantly leaking, which Holly took as his being wet. That was, he guessed, almost true. She did her best to comfort him, but what he really needed was an orgasm.

For all intents and purposes, John appeared to be a fairly attractive female inmate, well set on the road to femininity, even though he was determined to get out of this nightmare. His feminine mannerisms increased daily.

On the fifth sleep cycle, John and the girls were in the main room sitting at one of the tables when the conversation suddenly stopped. The ladies were staring behind John and he turned to see Heidi standing behind him, lollipop in her mouth. She pulled it out with a soft pop.

“If you want to talk to me, now is the time, bitch,” she said.