John has an engagement ring

John groggily stirred on his bunk back in his cell. He was in a thong and nightie again, as he was used to being by now. He went to rub his eyes awake while he awaited the computer to give permission to get up, but something scratched his face when he did. He looked at his hand and saw, to his horror, a diamond engagement ring on his left ring finger.

“No! No, no, no, no!” he cried, jumping out of bed as the memories of the patron parade cane flooding back to him. He grabbed the ring and tried to pull it off his finger, but it didn’t budge. He suddenly received a very strong, and surprising, shock through his chastity plate. “Prisoner 1LEZ4535 will return to her bunk or she will continue to receive corrective punishments,” the computer said flatly. John leapt back to his bunk, unable to process the ring and the painful shock to his crotch.

“I take it something bad happened?” He heard Holly ask softly from the bed above him.

“I have an engagement ring on!” John said, frantically. “I can’t take it off!”

“I’m sorry, Joanie,”. Holly said again. “But you knew going in...” her voice trailed off sadly.

“I can’t be a bride! I can’t be a wife!”

“It’s not your choice to make, Joanie. But cheer up! You’re going to be a beautiful bride,” Holly said. “There’s the gown, the lingerie, and,” she paused, as if conflicted, “the wedding night.”

John deflated. While he waited for the computer to signal their “day” was starting, John investigated his chastity plate, curious about the painful shock to his junk. It was different looking. It was rose gold colored. And heart shaped.

“Holly?” He said timidly “My chastity plate has been changed. It’s not the same as it was.”

“I’ve seen some different ones in the showers, Joanie. I think it depends upon your patron.”

John winced. He hated even thinking that he had a patron.

The computer finally released them. They stood in their positions, were scanned. John’s hormone shot was given, their meds dispensed. The day seemed to be starting normally. Until a sheet of paper was fed into their cell.

Holly grabbed it. “Uh... Joanie.... I... you should read this.” She handed the paper to John.

He quickly read the paper. “Prisoner 1LEZ4535’s name legally changed to Victoria Collins. Entered into bridal training. Engaged to her new patron. Wedding to proceed upon her release from Dixon facility. Vaginoplasty to remove vulvar growth to be done one week prior to release.”

John’s hand shook and he dropped the sheet of paper. Holly picked it up. “Victoria. At least it’s a pretty name,” she said. “Apparently your fiancé’s name is....”