To have and to hold.

“Guilty.” The gavel came down dramatically, like a shot. There was stunned silence. Someone snorted in amusement and I heard Gail, my wife, cry in what sounded like shock.

I felt the blood rush from my face as the ruling was made. “But... I’m innocent...” I whispered. I looked up at the judge, searching his stern face for some hint of understanding. There was none. His face was without any sympathy.

He kept talking but I already knew what my sentence would be. “Ben Smith. For the crime of embezzlement you are hereby sentenced to a year as a Bimbo doll to the specifications of your spouse, remanded to her custody and required to perform services at your former firm, Torill and Hoy. Your rights as an individual are hereby voided. You are now a ward of your spouse. You shall be escorted to the correctionsl Z-Chamber where you shall be publicly emasculated and subjected to standard mental strictures to ensure full compliance with the decision of this court. Execution of sentence will be immediate,” the judge declared. “Is this clear?”

I nodded in shock. Gail had already provided specifications? We’d not talked about that. “But...” they were going to put me in a Z-Chamber and I’d become someone else. Something else. I didn’t want to become my wife’s property... a Bimbo-doll. Christ. They were... ridiculous. I’d be ridiculous!

I’d used Z-Chambers before. For cosmetic surgery to increase my height and musculature. To improve my looks. But... I’d seen bimbo dolls. Seen the sentence executed before. Small, hyper feminine ... well ... pets. They weren’t really people. They weren’t able to operate independently. I had screwed one at a brothel one time. She’d been insatiable and utterly submissive- hard to beleive she’d been a man, let alone a dangerous felon.

I’d known that Luke Kelvin of Torill and Hoy had requested this sentence. That if the ruling went as they’d requested I’d be back regularly in my old office as little more than a sex toy. Academically I’d considered this outcome but in my mind I’d known I was innocent and I was certain that I’d be vindicated. Now I knew I wouldn’t be.

I turned to look at Gail. Her head was bowed and I couldn’t read her response. Beside her stood my best friend, Tom. We’d worked together for years at Torill and Hoy but he’d not been much help in my trial. He was my best man... He held a comforting arm around Gail’s shoulder. He nodded to me. God. We were equals. Contemporaries... god no.

I was led from the court room to the Z-Chamber, the gallery filing in to watch. There were cameras. I swallowed. I considered running but decided that I’d take my punishment like a man... ironic really.

"Throw him in," the Judge ordered. The two guards nodded and did as instructed, unzipping me out of my prison jumpsuit and bodily throwing me into the Z-chamber. The crowd assembled to watch the passing of my sentence was quite large. There were also hover web cams present. This would be broadcast on the web feeds. Everyone would know my fate. Everyone... I stood there naked, on display, in a plexiglass cage. Soon I’d look quite different.

"No! Wait! What about my right of appeal!" I cried as I stood there. I was innocent. But the evidence was overwhelming. The doors to the Z-chamber were sealing. "Please!" I strained to get my fingers into the air tight seal. No purchase. There was no way out except as a Bimbo-doll. Damn. I sighed in dejected fear.

Like I said I'd been bio-modded in a Z-chamber before. To give myself more height, make myself fitter and more handsome, make my manhood larger, thicker and more sensitive and to give me pheromones to influence and arouse women, and put awe and fear in men. I’d tweaked my adrenal gland to make me more confident. I was an Adonis thanks to the Z-chamber. I looked down at my impressive man meat and mascular frame. I was an impressive specimen of manhood. But I’d never been in one involuntarily with someone else dictating the changes. I swallowed as the process started, feeling powerless and at the mercy of others. At the mercy of Gail...?

In criminal cases the uses of Z-chambers were much more ... ****. I'd seen others sentenced to one year of **** feminization as a bimbo-dolls, but had never expected to be one myself. They televised those transformations. Just like this. As a deterrent. As a humiliation. As entertainment. Most of those small curvy bimbo-dolls were technically still male. Tiny, big breasted submissive men with minuscule cocks and shrivelled balls. All but emasculated. No longer anything remotely male. But a few actually became female Bimbo-dolls. Like I would. I tried to decide what was better. Being a simpering sissy or simpering slut. I figured the latter was less ... obvious but I didn’t want to lose my cock and balls. Those shrivelled cocks could be regrown. The balls returned to functional use. Once they erased my Y chromosome I’d be forever female. I’d never be a father... perhaps a mother. Oh fuck no!

I swallowed. The plaintiff, Luke Kelvin of Torill and Hoy, was my boss. He had opted to completely turn me. Irrevocably. He was a vindictive man. It was a newer more refined version of the tech that allowed it... Not only physical but genetic modding. And worryingly the chromosomal change from male to female was currently irreversible. Unlike femme bimbo dolls - who in theory after a year could return to their male bodies - I wouldn't be able too. Oh god!

It was rather moot though. No bimbo-dolls ever went back. They always stayed as bimbo-dolls. Invariably. Voluntarily. The physical change was reinforced by both hormonal and subtle mental changes. Which was why they had changed the laws to allow full genetic mods and psychiatric additions. Some even went fully female. Horny little baby factories. I worried that after a few weeks I wouldn't want to go back, even though I was innocent. I'd need to talk to Gail about organising the appeal. At least I could become a normal woman.

I looked out the window at those gathered. I made eye contact with my wife looking for sympathy for my plight and she... smiled? My eyes widened in fear as I realised she stood next to Suzy ****, my secretary. Suzy was smiling smugly too. Suzy who I'd been having an affair with, an affair I had only recently broken off. Man she had been a great lay but she'd been annoyed when she found out about my pheremone manipulation.

The penny dropped. Gail and Suzy seemed chummy and were pleased to see me in here. They must have helped frame me!? I looked to the plaintiff, Luke Kelvin. The two must be in cahoots with Luke then. That explained why the evidence was so compelling. Why my case had failed. And soon I wouldn't be a legal person but my wife's ward. Jesus Christ, I was screwed. If she wanted me like this... as a tiny little bimbo doll... I wouldn't be able to appeal. She would be calling all the shots. I'd be obeying her. That's what Bimbo-dolls did. They were spineless, fawning, sex starved toys. Fuck me.

She must have been pissed at my philandering. Or... maybe it was the other thing I'd done. God I was an idiot. When she'd had her last Z-chamber rejuvenation visit I'd bribed the tech to make her bisexual. Had she figured that out? It would be ironic if I was here because she wanted a female lover... I'd wanted to get Suzy and Gail in bed together. Shit. That might even happen but not in the way I'd hoped.

The gas flooded the chamber and I coughed. My body tensed as the changes began. My skin felt tight. Stretched too much as it shrunk and darkened slightly. Then my skeleton was getting smaller. The chamber grew around me as my muscular physique became soft and rounded. Then my chest ballooned into big round breasts. Large nipples. There were erect with excitement. I felt my manhood getting smaller. Reflexively I grabbed at it with my tiny hands. Seven inches of thick manmeat in my delicate hands. Six. Five. Four... I shuddered as it split like a flower. A very delicate sensitive folding of flesh with a teeny weeny nub of a clit where my head had once been. An odd inward shifting in my belly as my balls ascended into heavan... Then is was no longer a manhood but a warm and wet pussy. I put my other hand to it and moaned. That felt good. Then the door opened.

Out I stepped, a tiny Bimbo-doll. Aroused. Uncertain. Tiny. About five two, almost childlike except for my breasts and ... well my curves were anything but childish. I was more than mature. I was ripe. I looked up with large innocent eyes. My lower lip quivered in worry. Full lips. Asian features. Like Suzy ****. I knew what was next.