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From: Edwin Gay <gaye@delphi.com>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: TG: "JailBait" (Chem Surg Long!)
Date: Sat, 10 Jun 95 15:00:11 -0500
Organization: Delphi (info@delphi.com email, 800-695-4005 voice)
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JAILBAT.TXT

Jail Bait

I'll admit that I have made a few mistakes in my short life. But this 
wasn't a big one from my point of view. I mean, I met her in a bar, so she 
had to be of age. Not only was she underage but her daddy was the local 
judge. Normally I would have gotten probation at the most, but daddy 
sentenced me to 5 - 10 years for statutory rape. And he saw to it that I 
was sent to the maximum security prison even though I was a first offender.

The next day I was transported to prison on a prison bus. On the way there 
I was continually teased by the other prisoners and guards about what would 
happen to me in prison. You see I'm 18 years old 5'6" tall 135 pounds with 
light brown hair and blue eyes. A regular pretty boy.

Once we arrived at the prison, we were led into a reception area, where we 
were stripped, searched, uniformed, photographed, fingerprinted and 
medically inspected. Then the warden entered the room and told us the rules 
and what would happen if we didn't follow them. We then spent the next 30 
days in isolation until our medical test results came back. We were 
interviewed and tested by phycologists during this period. 

Finally we were placed in the general population. As we were marched into 
our cell block we heard the crys of "New fish in the block" vibrate through 
the cell block.

I entered my cell and saw my new roomie sitting on the lower bunk. Without 
saying a word, he pointed to the upper bunk, indicating it was mine. After 
I had made my bunk and put my things, such as they were, away I tried to 
get acquainted with my cellmate. He ignored me. He was 5'10" tall and 
weighed in at about 200 pounds. Not a lot of fat. Very squarely and solidly 
built. He had short salt and pepper hair with a rapidly receding hairline. 
For the next two hours, until the block was locked down for the night, I 
sat at the desk in the rear of the cell. Several other prisoners stopped 
and paid their respects to my cellmate. They treated my cellmate with a lot 
of respect. I was visually inspected by each of them. But nothing else was 
done.

Finally it was lockdown. As I tried to climb into my bunk, I was grabbed 
and thrown into the bottom bunk. My roomie climbed on top of me and kissed 
me. I struggled and fought back. He smacked me around a little and let me 
escape. I climbed into my bunk and cried myself to sleep. Early  the next 
morning, after the wakeup horn (very loud) I lined up behind my cellmate 
for the march to the showers.

In the shower area, I had just started cleaning up when two large black men 
grabbed me and threw me face down on a bench. I started to scream, when my 
cellmate pulled my face up by my hair and stuffed a towel into my mouth. 
Leo then raped my ass with his hardon. When he finished the others took 
their turn at me. All I could do was struggle against my bonds and cry.

Leo then pulled the towel from my mouth and pinched my nose. When my mouth 
opened he stuffed his shit covered cock into it. As his cockhead hit the 
back of my mouth, I started to gag. My gagging massaged Leo's cock until he 
unloaded down my throat. After he pulled out I kept gagging on the taste of 
shit in my mouth. The others repeated the act until all were finished. When 
they finished, I vomited all over the floor.

After releasing me, Leo then pushed me under a shower head and washed the 
puck off me. When he was done he pulled me into the corner of the shower 
area by my hair. Holding me upright, he punched me in the stomach several 
times. Then as I was trying to catch my breath, he slapped my face with 
many hard slaps. Each one sounded like a gunshot. When he finished, he 
kneed me in the balls twice. As he released my hair, I fell to the floor in 
the fetal position. Leo grabbed me by the hair again and dragged me from 
the showers. As he dragged me down the hall, we were stopped by a guard.

          "Where are you doing to him?"

          "My cellmate here fell in the shower and I'm taking him to           
the infirmary."

          "Sure, right. OK off you two go."

Leo pulled me into the infirmary. Waiting for us was a large man in a 
whitecoat.

          "Here's my new one, Doc."

          "Very nice. He has definite possibilities. Put him on the           
table."

Leo pushed me upon the examination table and strapped me down with the 
attached straps. The doctor took blood and tissue samples, then took 
measurements. When he finished he injected two large syringes into my ass. 
Taking a needle from his tray, the doctor grabbed my cock and pierced it 
just below the head. The hole was filled with a barbell stud. He quickly 
followed this up with a hole in each nipple and in the center of my nose. 
These he filled with a stainless steel ring in each hole. By now my cock 
had started to heal, the doctor put a small stainless steel strap around my 
cock and attached it to the barbell piercing. All I could do was lie there 
crying.

Leo pulled my face up to his and with a scowl, told me what he had in store 
for me.

          "Kid, I'm here for life. I'll never get out of here alive. I           
picked you as my cellmate of all the newbies. I know your           story 
and know you'll be here for a longtime. You will            never be 
paroled. The judge will see to that. He will like           what I do to 
you. Since we don't have women here, some           of us create our own. 
You have been chosen to be my           bitch. When I am done only what's 
between your legs will           mark you as a male. I will not remove that 
because then           you would be sent to a women's prison, where you 
would           be taken by a butch dyke as her little girl. That wouldn't           
happen. You will service me fully and totally. The doctor           will 
give you D cup boobs, remove two ribs and your           adams apple. When 
he is done you will look like a girlie           magazine bitch. You will 
only allow me and those I loan           you to, to use your mouth and ass. 
When in the cell, you           will kneel by my bunk unless I tell you 
otherwise. When I           leave the cell, you will follow two steps 
behind me to my           left. You will obey my every order instantly. You 
will act           totally female. Sit to piss and everything. I will 
supply you           with female clothing. Except in the cell, the 
administration           will not allow you to wear skirts, dresses or 
heels, but           your slacks will be female styling."

          "OK doc"

The doctor pulled me to the floor after releasing me from the table. 
Dropping his pants, the doctor cupped my jaw in his right hand and 
squeezed, forcing my mouth opened. With his left hand, he guided his cock 
into my mouth. He pumped away until with a groan, he filled my mouth with 
his spunk. Leo threw a robe over my shoulders. 

          "The doc gets a blowjob from you everyday he gives you           
an injection. When he does the operations, he gets to use           your 
ass up to twice a day while you're in the clinic. Come           on, 
bitch."

Leo pulled me from the clinic and out into the yard. Across the yard and 
into a large building we went. It was the metal shop. The shop manager 
greeted Leo and led us to a back room. He was a large black man in his 
early 40's. He was a member of my gang bang. I was told later he was 
sentenced to life for armed robbery.

In the room, the manager fitted metal cuffs on my wrists and a metal collar 
around my neck. They were made of brass about 3/8" thick and 1 inch wide 
and heavy. They are hinged with a hidden hinge. There was a ring welded on 
to the hinge of each. Finally, they were secured by a special bolt, rather 
than a lock.

Attaching a leash to my collar, Leo led me out of the shop, across the yard 
and into the cellblock, back to our cell. There, the robe was removed and I 
was placed against the foot of the bunks facing in. My wrist cuffs were 
tied to the upper bar of the top bunk and my collar was secured to the 
upper bunk's bedsprings. Leo opened a foot locker and pulled out a pink and 
white corset. He wrapped it around my waist and fastened it up the front. 
As he started to tighten up the laces, I started to cry it was too tight. 
Leo stuffed his day old briefs in my mouth to shut me up. The corset was 
pulled tighter and tighter until I thought I was being cut in two. A pair 
of satin panties were pulled up my legs. And as they were pulled up around 
my waist, he pushed my cock between my legs and used the panties to hold it 
in place.

I heard Leo open the zipper of his pants and the pants hit the floor. He 
wrapped his arms around my compressed waist. And with a jolt, I felt him 
pump his cock in the crack of my ass. Faster and faster he pumped until he 
stiffened up and I felt a wetness on my ass. As soon as he relaxed, Leo 
took his middle finger, wiped the wet area on my ass. Pulling his shorts 
from my mouth, he stuck his wet finger into my mouth, with his command 
"SUCK". I sucked his finger clean. Pulling his finger from my mouth, Leo 
replaced his underpants back in my mouth. About that time a horn sounded. 
Leo tied my ankles to the bedframe, slapped my ass and walked out. It was 
lunch time.

Through my bleary eyes, I saw several men walk by and stare. Almost two 
hours after he left, Leo returned to the cell. He released me from the bed 
frame and sat on the bed. I just stood there rubbing my wrists. Leo pulled 
me over his knee and spanked me. Just when I thought I could stand no more, 
he stopped and threw me to the floor.

          "Get on your knees now, bitch!"

I quickly got up on my knees. My eyes downcast.

          "That's better. When ever you're here you will kneel there.           
If you've been tied you will immediately kneel upon           release. At 
night you will sleep in my bed and unless           you've been told 
otherwise, you will be nude except for           your corset. I will 
control your diet. In 6 months you will           be under 120 pounds. This 
afternoon you will start taking           girlie lessons from two of 
Bubba's bitches. You will learn           well and fast. By the way if I 
tire of you or I am too           disappointed in you, I told Bubba he had 
first refusal. He           runs several bitches as whores. With him you 
will have a           double D chest and fuck and suck every swinging            
dick in the place. And leave here very loose and        bowlegged. All 
you'll be good for will be as a bar whore in            some port town."

Just as Leo was finishing a white girl entered the cell. She was about 5'7" 
and 110 pounds, narrow waist and shoulder length brown hair. Although she 
was wearing prison garb you couldn't mistake her for a male. Not with those 
double D cup boobs. Leo motioned her toward him and told her to strip. As 
she did, I saw she was totally female in appearance and action. She had a 
gold ring in each nipple and a rose tattoo on her left breast. When she got 
to her panties she turned away and then pulled them down. n her left ass 
cheek was tattooed:                "Bubba's Bitch #4" Then she turned 
around. Tattooed on her hairless crotch area was:                "Bubba's 
Toy" And there was a stainless steel frenum around the base of her 
cockhead. She was one of Bubba's girl-boys.

Leo snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor in front of his. The girl 
(I still can't think of her as a boy) knelt before him and gently removed 
Leo's cock from his pants. Then like a vacumn cleaner, she sucked it deep 
into her mouth. As she worked on him, Leo told me more.

          "Suzy here has been here for almost a year. She's doing 5           
- 10 for transporting drugs. She was a pretty  boy like           you. Now 
she's one of Bubba's bitches. In 6 months, you'll           look and act 
just like her. Notice how she obeyed every           order I gave. I expect 
the same from you. Suzy and Pam           will be your instructors. And if 
Bubba wants a blowjob           during lessons, obey. Every afternoon you 
will go to           Suzy's cell for lessons. Except Fridays. On Friday           
afternoons you will go to Serg's cell for grooming lessons        and to 
make you pretty for the weekend. He'll teach you           about makeup, 
dressing, hairdos, etc. He will get a blowjob after each lesson. These 
lessons  will continue until they say you're ready. And if you don't           
make good progress, I'll punish you severely. Like give you           to 
one of the latin gangs for the weekend."

He pulled out of Suzy's mouth and ordered us to go.

Suzy quickly dressed and we walked to her cell. It was two blocks over on 
the bottom tier. Her cellmate was waiting for us. Suzy introduced me to 
Pam. Pam was 5'6" and 110 pounds, shoulder length black hair. And she also 
had Bubba's trademarks, narrow waist and double D boobs. She was of latin 
descent.

Suzy sat me down on the lower bunk and told me their stories.

          "I'm telling this so you will have no doubt in your mind what the            
fuck is going on and what will happen to you no matter what            
choice you make. Your only real choice is easy or hard. As Leo            
said, I am called Suzy. My name is officially Ed but I'm not allowed           
to answer to that anymore. I'm here because I testified at a police           
brutality trial and then the cops arrested me for transporting drugs.           
So I'll do the full ten years. When I came here, I was just like you           
a pretty boy. Then an inmate took me as his bitch. I fought him every           
step of the way. When he saw he couldn't break me, he sold me to            
Bubba for 10 cartons of cigs. After a day of trying to break me,            
Bubba gave to one of the Asian gangs for the weekend. They pissed            
and shit on me. Fucked my ass and mouth for hours at a time. My breasts           
were starting to come out, they took great pleasure in whipping them           
with their belts and sticks. When they had to piss, they forced my            
mouth open and pissed down my mouth. It was the only food or           
drink I got that weekend. The last straw was when they took their            
belts and whipped my cock and balls. Slowly they turned it into one            
big painful bruise. Before I knew it, I was screaming my lungs out.            
I knew I would do anything to avoid that. It was still going on when           
Bubba appeared to collect me. When they released me I quickly            
knelt at his feet and told him I would do anything if he would           
protect me.

          And eight months later, here I am. The result of corsetting, diet 
control,           hormones, breast implants, surgery, tattooing and strict 
discipline. I am           one of Bubba's whores and I will continue to be 
so even when I leave here.           His gang on the outside runs a big 
string of girls. And that's where Bubba's            girls go when they're 
released."

Suzy sat beside me as Pam sat at the desk and told her story.

          "Bubba named me Pam and like Suzy I'm not allowed to answer to            
anything else. The prison records show my name as Frances. So once            
in awhile Bubba calls me Francisca. I grew up in LA and was a            
member of a Latino gang. My folks moved to this state to their children           
out of the gangs. I was wild and punched a teacher. When the cops            
arrested me I fought and broke one cop's jaw. During their search of           
me they found drugs. I was tried as an adult. So I'm here for assault,            
assaulting an police officer and procession of drugs. I got 10 - 15 years           
and I will probably do the full term. Like Suzy I was also a pretty  boy           
and was chosen by an inmate to be his bitch. My latin machismo           
wouldn't allow me to give in, so I fought him. He beat me everyday.           
I spent many hours in the infirmary being patched up and unknown           
to me being injected with hormones and mind drugs. The mind drugs           
couldn't breakdown my machismo. So finally he sold me to Bubba for            
6 cartons of cigs. Bubba doesn't develop his own bitches, he just buys           
someone else problem.

          I fought him for three days. When the weekend rolled around, he 
gave           me to a latino gang for the weekend. Some of the members 
were           homies, that's what hurt most. The hormones were taking 
effect           and my breasts were starting to become noticeable under my 
shirt.            They ripped my shirt off and started to whip my boobs 
with their           belts and slap my face. They called me whore, bitch, 
faggot, sissy,           all sorts of vile things. I was stripped and they 
whipped my body           with their belts, especially my cock, balls, 
boobs and ass. They took            me into the showers and pissed and shit 
all over me. And they invited            other prisoners to do the same. By 
lights out, I was laying in a pile of            shit and piss. They left 
me there all night. The next morning, a couple            of members pulled 
me out and hosed me down. When I was clean,            they dragged me back 
to the cell. The rest of the weekend was one           big gangbang with me 
as the guest of honor. They used my mouth           as a fuck hole and as 
an urinal. My ass was very loose when they            finished. And while 
they're doing that they have tied weights to my            balls and were 
stretching them. When Bubba came for me, they beat            my cock with 
their belts until it was one big open sore. Upon my           release from 
the bench, I crawled to Bubba's feet, hugged his crotch           and 
begged him to protect me. All he did was pull my head back by            my 
hair and point to his crotch with 'You know what to do, bitch'. And           
I opened his pants and sucked his cock. When he came I swallowed            
every drop. Then like Suzy, he developed me into what you see. One of           
Bubba's whore bitches. And so I'll remain for the rest of my life.

          It will behoove you to pay attention since Bubba has first 
refusal on your           ass. Your going to be so pretty when we're done 
that even the warden            will want a piece of your ass."

 Then the lesson began. They taught me how to sit and walk. How to dress 
and about clothes. And everything else a girl needs to know. They were 
always insistent that I do it right and all the time.

About 4:30, Pam walked me back to my cell and turned me over to Leo. He 
kissed her on the cheek and patted her on the ass when she left. He then 
opened my footlocker and pulled some clothing from it. Handing them to me, 
he motioned for me to dress. I laid the clothes on Leo's bunk, stripped 
down and started to dress. Seeing the pink corset, I put it on first (like 
I had been taught by Suzy and Pam) and snugged it up. Leo pointed to the 
bed frame and I wrapped myself around it as he laced me down. Once, twice, 
three times he went through the laces until I was feeling faint and cut 
into two pieces. I stood there trying to catch my breath until Leo told me 
to continue with a sharp smack on the ass. I next pulled the nylons up my 
legs, first the left, then the right, fastening them to the garters on the 
corset. Next came the panties. They were pink satin hi cut briefs. I had 
put them on and was just reaching for the blouse when Leo spun me around 
and gave me a hard slap to the face. With his left hand, he reached into my 
panties and pushed my dick between my legs and then pulled my panties up 
tight. The he pointed his finger at me and said  "Always"

Through bleary eyes, I again reached for the blouse. Leo stopped me and 
handed me a pink satin chammie, which I put on. I then put on the white 
cotton blouse. It was prison issue, with my number stenciled on the left 
side. But it was women's prison issue without a doubt. It was cut for a 
woman with the buttons reversed. And it fit rather well. The slacks came 
next. They were grey cotton prison issue, but for women prisoners. The rear 
zipper and no rear pockets left no doubt they were for a woman. The next 
thing was the shoes. They were brown penny loafers. They were a unisex 
style, but the total effect was female.

Leo walked around me several times looking me over until he stopped behind 
me. Wrapping his arms around me he pulled me toward him until my back was 
against him. I could feel his hardness against my ass. And his lips 
nibbling on my ears. He had started to pump his hardness in the crack of my 
ass when the dinner horn sounded. When he got into line, he pointed to the 
space in front of him. I got into that space and followed the line to the 
dining hall. Any time I tried to look around, Leo would slap my head. In 
the serving line, Leo controlled what was put on my plate. I got lost's of 
salad with dressing, veggies and fruit (2 bananas and an apple). Anytime I 
pointed to anything, Leo would over rule me. I sat next to him and anytime 
I looked around Leo would slap my head and tell me.

          "Just eat bitch"

When I tried to eat the bananas, Leo stopped me, telling me to save them 
for later.

When the meal was done, we were marched back to the block. Once back in our 
cell, Leo had me take the bananas and practice my cocksucking. The first 
one I used to practice straight sucking until it was much in my mouth. The 
other one I used to practice deep throat. It didn't go too well. Despite 
its softness, I kept gagging, though it was getting easier toward the end. 
When I was done, Leo allowed me a glass of water while he pulled more 
clothes from my footlocker. Laying them on the buck, he had me change into 
the dress and heels. It was a light blue sleeveless dress. Not too dressy, 
but dressy enough. Leo had me walk up and down the cell. Well, stumble up 
and down the cell was more like it. While he sat on his buck watching and 
slapping my ass when he saw some action he didn't like (which was most of 
the time). The he had me change into what would be a tight sweater for a 
girl, a short pink vinyl mini skirt and super high heels. And I resumed my 
walk with Leo watching and punishing all my missteps. After twenty minutes, 
I don't know what hurt worst my ass or my feet. After 30 minutes it was 
definitely my feet that hurt the most.

Leo then grabbed me, threw me onto the buck, spread my legs exposing my 
pantied crotch and jumped on me pounding his cock into my crotch. He kept 
dry humping me as a crowd gathered to cheer him on with calls of:           
"Bang the bitch, Leo"

          "Way to go, Leo"

          "Look at that whore wiggle"

          "I want a piece of that, Leo"

          "Go on, nail the slut, Leo"

Finally, Leo got off me, bowed toward the applauding crowd and pointed to 
the floor. I knelt beside Leo as he received the congratulations of the 
onlookers and he petted my head. Then he had me strip down to my corset and 
had me dress in a pink nightie. It was short and frilly just coming down to 
the base of my cock. It was basicly see-through and sexy, but loose 
allowing for easier access. Leo had me do a little fashion show for the 
boys then kneel in front of him.

After the crowd left, the large black man from the metal shop entered the 
cell.

          "Yo, Leo, this bitch has some potential"

          "Yeah, Bubba, I think she might"

So this was Bubba. No wander Pam and Suzy were scared of him. He was huge. 
He stepped in front of me pulling his cock from his pants. Like him it was 
also HUGE. At least 14 inches long and much thicker then the bananas I was 
practicing on. With his left hand holding his cock, Bubba slapped my face 
with its head, then held it to my lips. I could feel the precum's wetness 
on my lips.

          "Suck it, bitch"

I looked at Leo, waiting for any indication of permission or denial. Bubba 
then slapped my face several times with his open palm. Each slap sounded 
like a rifle shot and snapped my head back.

          "Don't look at him, Bitch. Suck my cock now. OR ELSE."

Again when I looked at Leo, no indication. Bubba then grabbed the base of 
my jaw and squeezed, forcing my mouth open. Before he could enter me, I 
placed my hands over my mouth, to prevent that. Bubba slapped me again. 
This time knocking me to the floor. Up to now, I hadn't spoken. But this 
was too much. Since Leo hadn't protected me, I had to speak up and defend 
myself.

          "I am not allowed to speak to or have sexual contact with           
anyone without Leo's permission. Since he hasn't given it,           I must 
refuse to obey you."

With that I put my face into Leo's crotch.

          "Leo, I couldn't take anymore. Please forgive me"

Leo petted my head and spoke softly.

          "It's alright, little one. It was a test of your training. You           
have done well. But you will do much better later. Sometime           you 
will need to protect your virtue yourself."

          Leo, I'll buy her right now. What do you want for the slut?           
Name your price."

          "Bubba, this little girl in not for sale. You presently still 
have           right of first refusal. When I tire of her in two or three 
years           and her ass starts getting too loose I might consider it. 
But not            now. I've waited too long for the right bitch. And this 
is it. Good           night, Bubba"

Before he left, Bubba shook Leo's hand and fondled my face. I shyly turned 
away.

          "Shame, I could make a lot of money with this whore. If           
you change your mind let me know. Night, Leo"

Leo had me climb into his buck and then got in after me. As the cell block 
lights went dim (they never truly go out) Leo started to kiss me and cuddle 
up to me. And we spent the night like that. Cuddled up with his arms 
wrapped around me, his cock in the crotch of my panties and my head nestled 
in his hairy chest.

The next morning for the march to the showers, Leo had me wrap the towel 
around my chest, like a girl. In the showers, I was left alone. When 
finished we were marched back to the cell block. Where I dressed in a 
corset, pink panties and cammie, white blouse, grey slacks and penny 
loafers. Then we were marched to the dining hall for breakfast. Leo only 
allowed me two pieces of dry toast, a glass of milk and an apple. When I 
pouted at him, he slapped my ass with a quick remark about my getting more 
protein later in the morning.

After breakfast, Leo led me to the infirmary. There the doctor was waiting 
with his needles. Without a word I dropped my slacks and panties and laid 
over the examination table. What did I get for my obedience and submission? 
A sharp prick and a load of hormones in each ass cheek. Then I was turned 
over and the doc unbuttoned my blouse. At the base of each nipple, he 
injected more drugs. He put the needles down, grabbed me by the hair 
(everyone likes grabbing me by the hair. Why?) and pushed me to my knees at 
his feet. Holding my head with his right hand, he snapped the fingers of 
his left hand and pointed to the bulge in his pants. My hands went to the 
zipper of doc's pants and freed his cock. It was not as big as Bubba's but 
was comparable to Leo's. What am I doing, comparing cocks? I am man not a 
girl. I licked the head and shaft until it grew in my mouth. Then doc 
grabbed my head with both hands and started to rape my face. Ramming it 
down my throat until I started to gag then retreating. He continued that 
until with one hard thrust shoved his dick down my throat. The sudden 
thrust caused the head of his cock to enter my throat and I started to gag. 
This gagging started his cock to pulse until it sprayed its cream into my 
tummy.

When he finished he allowed me to dress and then sent me off to Leo. Back 
at my cell, I found Leo lying on his back reading a paper. I knelt by the 
foot of the bunk as expected. Leo acknowledged my presence by snapping his 
fingers and pointing to the floor next to his head. Knee walking, I moved 
to the position indicated. He tapped my thighs for me to spread my legs.

          "Hands on knees. That position always."

Petting the top of my head, he continued to read the paper like I was a 
pet. When I started to relax, his hand went to my crotch and massaged my 
cock. He continued until my cock started to grow and become painful because 
of its position. His hand then moved to my face where he offered his 
forefinger to my mouth. I opened my mouth, accepting his offering and 
started to suck his finger. Finally he tired of that. His hand pulled my 
head to his crotch.

          "Get busy, bitch."

I went to work. I opened his pants, pulled out his cock and started 
sucking. As it grew in my mouth, a thought crossed my mind.           
'Yesterday I was fighting him and this. Now I am accepting it. Pam           
said something about mind drugs. That must be it. If it continues           
like this, in six months I'll be a mindless bimbo fucking machine.           
A cum receptacle for Leo and his buddies.'

Finally Leo's cock pulsed and started to pump into my mouth its cream. I 
started to pull my head back, when Leo's hand stopped me and pushed me 
forward. As I was finishing up licking him clean, Leo looked at his watch. 
He got out of bed, pulling me to the foot of the bunk. There he tied me 
like the day before. As he was finishing up the lunch horn sounded. With a 
slap on my ass, he left.

About one and a half hours later a guard entered the cell. He looked me 
over carefully. But he made no move to free me. Finally he came up behind 
me until he was rubbing against me. As he rubbed his dick against my ass, 
he reached around me and started to massage my cock. My cock got hard very 
quickly and since it couldn't move from between my legs it quickly became 
very painful. The guard noticed my discomfort but his only action was to 
increase his efforts. My breath became shorter and more labored. My body 
started to heave. But just before I could cum he stopped. With a laugh he 
said.

          "Leo's definitely got himself one hot bitch. Every swinging           
dick in the place is going to want a whack at you. When he            sell 
you to Bubba, he'll get a very good price."

He smacked my ass and left, just as Leo entered. Leo saw the tears in my 
eyes. Pulling my face toward his he told me some more facts of my new life.

          "Better get use to that. The guards are a law unto themselves.           
They can screw you anytime they want, any way they want. I           heard 
what he said and he's right. Every man in the place wants           to dick 
you. If Bubba gets a hold of you, you'll spend the rest           of your 
sentence tied to your bunk, taking every offered dick.           You'll 
swallow so much cum you'll never have to go to the            dining hall. 
But it's now time for girlie lessons."

He released me as Pam entered the cell. He slapped my ass and I left with 
her.

Back at Pam and Suzy's cell, we continued the lessons for the afternoon. 
Poise and balance was the majority of the lesson. But they reinforced the 
lessons of the day before. They also had me practice acting shy and 
virginal and as a brazen hussy. It was easier than the day before. Shortly 
before five Pam took me back to my cell.

During the time before supper, Leo had me practice my lessons and change 
clothes a couple of times. When the dinner horn sounded, I got in line in 
front of Leo and we marched off to the dining hall. There I was allowed a 
dry salad, two bananas, an apple and a glass of milk. Again Leo had me save 
the bananas for later.

Back at our cell after dinner, Leo had me practice some more and change 
clothes several times. Finally he had me change into my nightie. Then I 
knelt before him. He handed me the first banana. I again practiced my 
cocksucking until the banana turned to mush. Then the second banana was 
handed to me. I tried to deep throat it. It was easier that the night 
before, but I still gagged. When this one turned mushy, Leo let me drink 
some water then he had me kneel before him. As I knelt there I could see 
his cock grow until his pants ballooned out. Leo took my hand and placed it 
on the bulge. As I rubbed my hand up and down, I could feel his penis throb 
and grow larger and hotter. Finally he could stand it no longer. He opened 
his pants and pulled my head to his crotch. Into my open mouth went his 
cock until it hit my throat. He banged my mouth until with one final thrust 
it pumped squirt after squirt of juice down my throat.

After Leo calmed down, he placed a saucer on the floor in front of my. Then 
he knelt behind me.                      "Since you've been a good little 
cunt, I am going to           pleasure you until you fill that saucer with 
pussy cream."

His cock again was growing and rubbing in my ass crack. His arms around me. 
He placed his left hand around my balls and started fondling them. With his 
right hand he began to jack me off. Since I hadn't cum since I had done the 
judge's little bitch, I was full and ready to pop. Soon my eyes were 
closed, I was moaning and my hips were thrusting. Finally with a scream, I 
started to pump my juice into the saucer. And still Leo continued to pump 
away. When Leo stopped, I felt completely drained and my penis and balls 
felt they had been put through a wringer. As my breathing returned to 
normal, Leo pushed my face toward the saucer.

          "Lick up your saucer of cream, pussy."

And lick I did. Until the saucer was clean. It was lock down time so I 
climbed into Leo's bunk with him climbing in after me. As we fell asleep, a 
few thoughts kept crossing my mind. What the hell is happening to me? Could 
the mind drugs work that well and fast? What will I be like after 10 years? 
Will I have to have it cut off just to mentally survive?

The next day was Friday. The morning was the same as the day before. In the 
afternoon Suzy collected me and took me three cell blocks over. There I was 
introduced to Serge. Serge was a gay hairdresser who had killed his lover, 
so he was here for life. He was an older white man, small in size who was 
light on his feet. His cell was on the top tier. He had no cell mate so his 
cell became a beauty saloon.

Serge had me strip and lie on his bunk which was covered by a plastic 
sheet. Then he and Suzy strapped me down. On his desk Serge had a hot plate 
upon which was a small dirty pot. He poured the contents over my left leg. 
It was a thick, hot substance. Serge then put strips of paper on the 
material. He placed the pot back on the heater and waited until the 
material on my leg cooled and hardened. Then Serge started to pull it off. 
Instantly I was screaming in pain. It felt like my leg was on fire. Serge 
was pulling the hair on my leg out by the roots. When he was done with 
that, Serge poured wax on my right leg and repeated the process. And he 
kept repeating it for my arms, underarms, chest and crotch. When he 
finished, they turned me over and repeated the whole process for the 
backside. I was sore all over and hoarse from screaming by the time they 
had finished.

The Suzy smoothed lotion over my body, cooling the pain. She and Serge 
massaged my body until I was on the edge of nodding off. They released me 
from the bunk and had me dress in my underthings. Serge then had me sit in 
a barber's chair. After I was strapped in, Suzy started petecuring my toe 
nails while Serge looked over my hair. Finally he turned the back of the 
chair toward the sink and tilted to down. He washed my hair twice. The he 
started to trim and style it. My hair wasn't overly long, but more than 60 
days had past since my last one, so I was starting to get a little bit 
shaggy. He styled it into what I use to call a California dyke cut. Short 
and sassy. By mow Suzy had finished my toes. She had painted them a deep 
red. She now began manicuring my finger nails. While she was doing that, 
Serge had placed a hairdryer over my head. Soon my head was uncomfortably 
hot and I started to squirm and wiggle trying to get out from under it. 
When Serge saw that he tied my collar to the hairdryer pole with a strap 
and a comment.

          "Girls need to learn to accept discomfort in the name of           
beauty and to please your man. When you're beautiful it           makes him 
happy and he'll give you all of his nice cream,"

By the time my hair was dry, Suzy had long ago finished with my nails and 
serge was finishing up her hair. When he released me from the dryer, Suzy 
took my place though she wasn't tied. Serge tied me into another seat which 
he tilted back, allowing him easier access to my face. First he plucked my 
eyebrows, forming a sensuous arch. Then he applied makeup to my face, 
explaining every step. When he finished  he showed me my new face. It was 
so beautiful it was scary. I was starting to get hard looking at it. Even I 
wanted to fuck the bitch. But it was me. Serge showed me how to remove all 
the makeup and had me finish it. Then he had me put on my own makeup. By 
now Suzy was done with the dryer, so while Serge combed her out, they both 
offered comments on my efforts. Anytime I made a mistake, I had to remove 
all my makeup and start over.

When I got it right the first time, I had to remove it and start all over. 
It was a simple daytime look. After I had gotten it right several times, 
Serge had me try a night time look. Then an evening out look. And finally a 
slut on the prowl look. After I had gotten it right a couple times, it was 
almost diner time. So Serge had me leave the makeup on and gave me a bag of 
things to take with me. And I kissed Serge on the cheek, for which Suzy 
slapped my ass.

          "You're ruining your makeup."

Suzy and I then rushed back to my cell. Suzy quickly turned me over to Leo, 
told him about the session including the kiss, then rushed off to her cell. 
I knelt there beside Leo's bunk alone and scared. Leo sat on his bunk 
petting my hair.

          "Serge does very good work. You're lucky to have him.           
That kiss might scare him off. He doesn't like girls of           any type. 
Just men. I knew this and that's why you were           not given 
permission for any contact with him."

          "I'm sorry Leo, but Serge is such a doll I just           had to 
thank him."

Then the horn sounded.

          "I'll think about your punishment. Let's go."

After my usual dinner, we returned to our cell. Leo had me open the bag 
Serge had given me. It contained various makeups, cleaners, tools, shampoo 
and conditioners, etc. In short just about everything a bitch needs to look 
sexy. At Leo's command, I removed my makeup and redid it. And again and 
again. Then I changed into a short tight dress and modeled it for Leo. Just 
before lockdown, I removed my makeup and cleaned my face. As I started to 
climb into Leo's bunk, he stops me. He had me climb into the top bunk where 
he ties me spread-eagle on the bed. I can just lie there and cry myself to 
sleep in frustration. What is happening to me? Three days ago I would have 
happily accepted this condition. It has to be the mind drugs.

Over the next several weeks the routine is very much the same. Morning 
visits with the doctor and then practice. At lunch time, no lunch and 
normally tied in some manner. Afternoons spent training under Suzy and Pam, 
except Fridays which are spent under going Serge's magic. Despite Leo's 
concern, Serge treats me like a girlfriend. While he does me, we chat and 
talk about clothes, styles, movie hunks, etc. After dinner is more practice 
under Leo's careful eye. Most nights, I sleep in Leo's bed but every fourth 
or fifth night is spent in my bed in some sort of bondage. It is not 
punishment according to Leo. It is meant to keep me horny, more attentive 
and desiring of his touch. For punishment, he ties me to the foot of the 
bunk or to the cell bars for the night. One night, a guard kept jacking me 
off until just before I'd cum. Then stop. And he did it every time he 
passed by on rounds. By morning, I'd have taken the guard's nightstick up 
my ass if he would get me off. And so I begged him. Of course Leo heard and 
he punished me all day. Plus the night on the bars again.

After three weeks of training, weekends became different. Saturday mornings 
were spent with Pam and Suzy doing Bubba's and Leo's clothes in the 
laundry. In the afternoons Leo would allow me to accompany him outside in 
the yard. He loved to show me off and enjoyed the looks I got from the 
other inmates. They clearly identified me as Leo's bitch. And Leo would 
point out the other bitches and their owners. Which ones were private stock 
and which ones were whored out. Sunday mornings we slept in late until 
almost lunch time. A little more lovemaking and service. After lunch, we 
walked the yard a little bit then spent some time in the library. Even 
there Leo controlled me. I was only allowed to read women's magazines and 
romance novels. Even though this was a male prison, the library had these. 
It was obvious that there had been bitches in this prison for a long time. 
In the evening, more practice until lockdown.

During this time my body was changing. My breasts became more and more 
tender. Then they started to swell. Finally I was developing boobs. My body 
weight dropped until I was 115 pounds. At which point, Leo started to allow 
me to eat more to maintain this weight. The doctor told us that 115 pounds 
for my height was an excellent weight for a girl. My hair had become softer 
and fuller and reached almost to my shoulders. My body hair had become 
softer, lighter and thinner.  I noticed I only had to shave once every 
three days now. My ass was fuller, my legs and knees were very well shaped 
and my waist was 20 inches. I had a nice body for a young girl. But I was a 
man. Or was I now? With all the drugs the doctor was giving me I was losing 
all sense of my former self. Leo would jack me off until I climaxed. I 
would orgasm but wouldn't shoot any cum. It was a female orgasm. And by now 
Leo had me trained to orgasm with a whipping.

Toward the end of my training with Suzy and Pam, I would sometimes spend 
the night with one of them. I wore a chastity belt and a gag in addition to 
my other clothing. Tied to the bed frame or to a chair, I watched as they 
turned tricks for Bubba. Ten cigs for a blowjob, twenty for a fucking, 30 
for around the world, 40 cigs for two guys and 100 cigs for S&M. One time a 
guard came in just after a john finished. To keep from being reported 
(right) Pam sucked off the guard as he fucked her ass with his nightstick. 
Suzy told me later that once she had been caught and spent the night in the 
guard room tied spread eagle on the table, sucking and fucking all comers 
including three guard dogs.

One morning about seven months into my sentence, I went to the showers 
behind Leo. Now that I was trained Leo normally had me walk behind him. I 
was starting to wash, when two very large and mean looking men walked into 
the shower. As they walked toward me I noticed Leo nod at them. They 
grabbed me and started to hit me. I screamed and one of them hit me in the 
jaw twice in quick succession. I felt it break. It hurt. They kept hitting 
me. They broke my three bottom ribs and my nose. They bruised my lyrance. 
It didn't take long and they just dropped me to the wet and bloody floor 
and left. I just laid there crying, in pain and shock. Leo picked me up and 
carried me very gently, softly and lovingly to the infirmary.

At the infirmary the doctor was waiting already for surgery. I felt the 
prick of the needle in my ass and the mask on my face giving me stale air. 
Then I felt nothing, just blackness. When I woke up, I felt worst then when 
I entered the infirmary. I hurt all over. As I tried to sit up, I found 
that I was tied down to the bed, including my head. I couldn't talk as my 
mouth refused to open. My throat was parched. I laid naked under the white 
sheet in the infirmary ward. No it wasn't. It was the isolation ward. What 
was going on? Why had those men beat me so bad? Why didn't Leo protect me? 
What had I done wrong? Was it another test?

Finally the doctor entered the room and examined me. Pulse, temperature, 
blood pressure, the bandages, etc. Then he motioned Leo to enter. Leo sat 
on the bed beside me and petted my hair while the doctor told me of my 
condition.

          "You have been out for ten days now. During the first four you 
had            several operations. First I pulled your four back teeth. 
That plus the            fact I thinned out your jaw will give your face a 
better look. I wired           your broken jaw shut. It will be that way 
for at least two more weeks.           Then I repaired your nose. At the 
same time I made it smaller and           gave it a better shape. On the 
second day I removed your three bottom           ribs. I told the warden it 
was because they were so badly broken that            they wouldn't heal 
right and there was a good chance that fragments            would migrate 
and could kill or cripple you. Which was true.  But it           also gives 
your waist better definition. The next day, I implanted saline            
bags in your breasts to bring them up to the desired size, D cups. Also           
I implanted fattie tissue on your hips and ass to fill them out more and           
make them softer. I did the finish up work on the last day. I shaved your           
adams apple, pinned your ears back, injected collagen into your lips           
to make them more kissable, reworked your cheekbone and best of           
all, I tied off your balls. Yes they are still there, but they are no 
longer            pumping testostorne into your body. That will make you 
more fem.           Also I implanted a hormone pack in you ball sac. You 
will no longer           need your daily injections. Just every six months, 
I'll implant a new one.           Too many more injections and you would go 
to drug rehab.           You'll be here recuperating for at least two more 
weeks. I'll           see at least twice a day. But Leo will have unlimited 
visitation           privileges and I'll let Suzy and Pam visit later. But 
girl, it's           now time."

The doctor helped me out of bed and laid me face down across the bed, 
kicking my feet apart. I knew Leo could see the pain in my face as my eyes 
slammed shut and started to water and my face twisted up as the doctor 
drove into me. No technique, no finesse, just sheer power. I could feel him 
tense and mercifully soon I felt him spurt himself into my bowels. He 
pulled out, slapped my new round, soft ass and left me there, silently 
crying. I crawled back into bed and Leo cradled me in his arms. He held me 
until I fell asleep. That afternoon the doctor came around again. After 
doing the normal doctor checks, he pointed to the foot of the bed. He 
wanted another piece of my ass. Leo was in the room, so I looked at him and 
he nodded. So I assumed the position. And doc did his business. As soon as 
he popped, he pulled out and left. When he left I looked at Leo with a 
questioning look. And Leo answered it.

          "Since you were unconscience for the last ten days and because           
of the excellent work he did on you, I am letting doc use you           
twice a day. I can see his technique leaves a little to be desired,           
but you'll have to bear with it. Now you need a girl's name. I've           
held off till now since for training I've always called you, girl,           
cunt, bitch and slut. I will call you these names still if I so desire           
but your new name is now Tina. You will always answer to that.            
If you don't, I'll turn you over to Bubba and he'll probably call           
you Bambi."

The next ten days were the same. Mid morning and afternoon visits by doc. 
Long visits by Leo and an occasional visit by Suzy or Pam. Finally the 
doctor unwired my jaw. My mouth hurt as I worked it. Then the doctor would 
have me suck him hard, then nail me in the ass. The morning before the last 
day, Leo came into my room with another man who was carrying a large box. 
The doctor had just completed his rounds. So I was feeling a little put 
out, to say the least. And the new hormones were really fucking up my mood 
swings. Leo had me lay on my stomach and tied me down. As the other man 
massaged my ass and spread my ass cheeks, I started to howl and cry. Leo 
petted my head and softly talked to me. I begged him not to let the other 
man fuck me. Leo laughed.

          "He's not going to fuck you, little one. He's a tattoo artist and           
he is going to tattoo my mark on you."

So Leo held my ass open. The artist went to work. The rest of the morning 
and all afternoon. Shortly after the artist started his work my ass went 
numb. But I could still feel his needles working around my anus. When he 
finished they both left. The doctor did his doctor thing, but didn't 
exercise his entry rights. It didn't stop him from using my mouth though. I 
spent a very uncomfortable night laying face down on my bed. Tied down I 
was unable to chance position. With big boobs it is very uncomfortable 
laying face down, as I have found out.

The next morning, doc released me and checked me over. But again he didn't 
exercise his rights on my ass. What was going on? Then Leo entered. He held 
my ass cheeks open while the doc took a Polaroid of my ass. Then on Leo's 
command I assumed the position. Leo laid the still developing picture in 
front of me then stepped behind me. As I watched the picture slowly take 
form, Leo nailed me to the bed. When he finished, doc took his place and 
reamed me hard and rough. With tear filled eyes, I stared at the pictured 
of my asshole. Around it was coiled a brightly colored rattle snake. The 
snake was similar to the one on Leo's left arm.

Twice more during the day the doctor did his rough rider routine. Early 
afternoon, Serge entered the room with Suzy. While Suzy did my nails, Serge 
did his magic with my hair. After almost four weeks, it was a mess. When 
they finished and added a little makeup, I felt many times better. It's 
amazing what having your hair done and some fresh makeup will do for a 
girl.  Just after dinner the doc released me to Leo and we walked back to 
our cell. 

The next week settled back into the normal routine. Except for our walks in 
the yard, I always wore a skirt or dress with high heels. At first I got a 
lot of attention from the other prisoners, pats, slaps, a little fondling 
until Leo put a quick stop to it. Leo beat another prisoner bloody for 
staring at me. The captain of the guard saw it and gave Leo a week in the 
hole (solitary). and off he went. I could see that I was now open and fair 
game. I begged the guard to put me in solitary. When he laughed at me, I 
slapped him. The captain laughed and said 'You'll have to do better than 
that.' So I kneed him. That got me two weeks in the hole. Leo was still at 
the entrance to solitary when I was marched down. He saw the captain 
walking funny, put two and two together and gave me a wink and a smile. I 
felt better. It was slow time.

Finally I was released and Leo was waiting for me. In our cell we made up 
for lost time. Then one day we had a talk.

          "Leo someday I'll be getting out of here and the way I now           
look I'll have problems finding a good legitimate job. I want           to 
get some training. Maybe a college degree. Please, I don't           want 
to become a TS whore in San Fran or New York."

          "Tina, you don't deserve to become a whore. I made you           
what you are. But you are right, without any job skills that's           
what you'll become. But you will also need the right papers.           I'll 
give you a letter to a friend of mine who owes me a            couple of 
favors. We'll get you the right papers. He'll also           help you get 
the final operation. You could change back,           but after ten years 
you'll want to stay female. To start you           will take two or three 
college classes a year. At the same time           you will take several 
secterial courses until you become an            accomplished secretary. 
Then you will take cosmetology           courses. After you get your 
license, you will work some           with Serge. That will give you needed 
work experience.           Still your primary responsibility will be to 
serve me."

The next day I signed up for college and secratrial school. I worked very 
hard in school. I finished secratrial school in 1 1/2 years including the 
executive secretary courses and legal secretary courses. I got a few 
college credits for my secretarial courses. In the college program, I 
finished a semester in a year. It was going to take a long time. By now I 
knew enough people that I was left alone. Leo was happy with me and my 
training. In fact, he was quite proud of my grades. Next I took the 
cosmetology courses. For the next two years I learned the other side of all 
I had learned and then some. By the time I finished those courses, I also 
had three semesters of college credits.

By now Leo and I were like the old married couple. We slept together but 
not a lot of sex. Oh, I still did many blowjobs, but not a lot of real sex. 
But what we had was very good. Now Leo loosened up my restrictions. College 
classes all morning, lunch and what not with Leo at lunch time and work all 
afternoon with Serge. Evenings were spent studying. I was holding a 3.2 
grade point average. I had accepted the fact I would be a female (sort of) 
for the rest of my life.

While this was going on in my life, Leo developed a little sideline. He was 
discovering and developing boy-girl bitches for other prisoners. They were 
so impressed with how I came out they wanted Leo to do the same for them. 
Many times I spent the night in another cell, while Leo trained a new 
bitch. At first I cried, but soon I realized that Leo still loved me. 

One day the warden stopped by our cell. He asked us to come with him to one 
of the interview rooms. After we sat down, the warden began, by asking me a 
question.

          "What are you called now? I know you are not called by your           
official name. It doesn't go with your current mode of dress           and 
conduct."

          "I am now called Tina, warden."

          "OK, Tina. Here's why we're here. My secretary was involved in a           
bad car accident earlier this week. It will be a few months before           
she can return to work. Presently, since she will be returning to            
work, I can not replace her. And I can not fund an additional staff           
member, since her pay will continue. I have received permission           
to use a suitable prisoner until she returns. None of the current            
trustees is a qualified secretary. I have checked secretarial courses           
and found you graduated first in your class. Your record is very           
good. I also found out about your living arrangements and           
lifestyle. I know, I know. You didn't have any choice. But you           
will not look out of place in my office. At first you will cuffed           
to your desk, but soon you will be a trustee with all the privileges.           
When Sally gets back I will find another job for you, but you will           
remain a trustee. Any questions so far?"           Yes sir, Must I move 
into the trustee block? After all Leo is            still my man. And I 
would like to stay with him."

          "Until you become a trustee, you will remain in your           
present cell. After you become a trustee, I would prefer           you to 
move to the trustee block. But I am willing to            reserve judgement 
on that."

          "I presently have about one year left on my college degree.           
My classes are in the mornings. I really don't want to           drop at 
this time."

          "There are also classes in the evening, mostly for the staff and            
trustees. I will give you permission to that them."

          "May I talk with Leo about it tonight and give you my           
answer in the morning?"

          "Yes, you may."

          "Thank you, warden."

That night Leo and I had a long talk.

          "Tina, it would be good for you. It will give you a lot of           
brownie points for the parole board."

          "What about you, Leo?"

          "I have my training program. And it's going well. I'll be           
alright. When you become a trustee, I'll give you a letter           for my 
friend. Use it when you get out."

The next morning I reported to the warden. After my affirmative answer, he 
put me right to work. I had gotten some business attire from Serge and Leo, 
so I didn't look out of place. My duties were standard secretarial, filing, 
typing (now word processing), dictation, etc. The warden was a nice guy. 
There was no sexual harassment of any kind. I was treated like a staff 
member with a few exceptions. For one, I was chained to my desk. It was 
long enough for me to do my filing. Another exception was I was searched 
every morning and afternoon for contraband. And I couldn't leave the office 
without an escort. After all I was a prisoner, not a trustee and I was 
outside the fence. Why didn't I try to escape you ask? Where would I go? In 
my condition I would be easy to find. Even though I was alone most of the 
time, I didn't give it more than a passing thought. I would have 
disappointed Leo and the warden too much if I had tried. I had to ask 
permission to use the bathroom so I could be escorted to the ladies room. 
The warden told me that since I was 90% female I should use that room. 
There were only about six females on staff and they all knew about me so it 
wasn't a problem. I ate all my meals in the staff cafeteria. The warden or 
one of the upper staff would escort me there. It was nice of the warden. 
When I thanked him for the privilege he told me since he couldn't pay me a 
real salary the least he could do was feed me well. I had to sign for every 
meal, but it wasn't deducted from my prison earnings. The food was much 
better prepared than the dining hall.

The month went by quickly. Soon I was talking again with Leo. I had been 
offered a trustee position and the warden really wanted me in the trustee 
block. He showed me the my cell. It was more like a college dorm room than 
a cell. Normally two trustees would share a cell, but since I was the only 
'Female' I had a private room. Each room had a real door, a real bed not a 
bunk and the toilet was down the hall. There was a chest of drawers and a 
closet in the room. It was very nice, especially after my cell. But I had 
to talk to Leo. After all he was my man.

          "Leo the warden has offered me a trustee position. But he wants            
me to live in the trustee block. He said he would let me continue           
to live with you, but he really discouraged it."

          "Tina, I love you like you were my child. After all I created           
what you are now. I will not like losing you. But I was going           to 
lose you in time anyway. Go live in the trustee block, but            visit 
me once in awhile. I will always be here for you. Don't           worry 
about me being lonely. I'll keep the bitch I was training           for 
Franco. He can't pay for her and she is too innocent to           sell to 
Bubba. I'll have her transferred to my cell tomorrow.           I'll miss 
you, baby."

That night we laid together and cried. The next morning as I left my old 
cell carrying all my worldly things, plus Leo's letter, Leo and I kissed 
for the last time.

I quickly settled into my new station in life. The previous restrictions 
were lifted. I wasn't chained to the desk anymore. While I didn't travel 
with the warden when he left the prison on business, I did go with him on 
inspections taking notes. No one in charge liked to see me along. I knew 
where the skeletons were buried. And I would ask a pointed question or hand 
the warden a note. I wasn't doing it to look good or for my benefit, since 
any changes wouldn't effect me. Although it didn't hurt, I did it to make 
things better for my fellow prisoners. The warden cleaned house in the 
infirmary and the kitchen. Doc stayed on. He was a good doctor inspite of 
being a leech. The kitchen head was selling our food to someone and feeding 
us poor quality substitutes. And he reamed the library good too. They were 
playing favorites in distributing books and magazines.

While I was working as the warden's secretary, I had a visit from an old 
buddy, the judge who had put me here. It was very clear he didn't know who 
I was. He was making passes at me and foundling me. Finally he cornered me 
in the storeroom. He pushed me to my knees and removing his dick from his 
pants, forced me to suck him off. When he popped his load, he patted me on 
the cheek and left. Instead of making a scene, I decided to wait a bit and 
see what developed. When I told Leo about it, we both had a good laugh. The 
judge became a regular visitor.

One day I asked him about his family.

          "Tina, my wife has lost interest in sex. And she is too busy 
trying to            be a society lady and spending my money to even care. 
I have a           daughter who is an out and out slut. She'll fuck 
anything in pants.            I've put two of her lovers in this prison. 
She's now pregnate, so I            sent her to a women's reformatory. And 
thrown her out of my home            and my life."

I asked who the two men were and he gave me the official names of Bambi and 
myself. No wander Bambi was so innocent. The judge kept asking for dates 
and I kept refusing him. Someday this asshole is in for a surprise, I 
thought.

I was walking along the fence one day about a year after I became a 
trustee, on my way to class, when I saw Leo and a large black prisoner 
talking nearby. Leo saw me and waved. Just as I waved back, I saw a glint 
of metal and Leo fell clutching his chest. A guard saw the incident and 
caught the other man as he tried to run away. I ran to the gate and was 
banging on, trying to get in and get to Leo, when the captain came up. He 
pushed me aside and was allowed to enter. I quickly jumped through the open 
door and ran to Leo. I didn't see the guard try to stop me or the captain 
stop him.

He was lying there very pale and struggling for each breath. I cradled his 
head in my lap and petted his head. And gently talked with him.

          "Hang on Leo, the doc will be here soon. Remember when it was            
the other way around?"

          "Tina, there are two letters for you in my footlocker. They'll 
help            you when you get out. Please protect my girl Bambi. She's 
much           too sweet for Bubba. And He'll try to grab her. She's yours. 
I            know you can't have her, but give her to someone who'll look           
out for her."

          "How about Franco or Tony?"

          "Franco would be nice and better than Tony. Tony's a little           
rough with his girls. She's your so use your own judgement.           I 
miss you, Tina."    His breath was getting shorter and shallower. Where was 
the damn doctor?.

          "Tina, you were special. Have a good life. Good bye. I           
love y......"

          "Good bye Leo. I love you too."

Leo was gone. He was someone special in my life. If he hadn't done what he 
did, someone else would have and not was well. I hugged his head and cried. 
My world had narrowed down to just me and Leo. I had no knowledge of the 
prisoners or guards standing around us. I felt a hand on my shoulder, 
pulling me up. It was the warden. He pulled me away and escorted me to one 
of the guard stations. There he hugged me and let me cry it out. Then I was 
ready to take care of Leo's last requests.

I went to Leo's cell where I found Bubba pulling Bambi from her cell.

          "Come on you fucking bitch. You've had it too easy. It's           
time to set your ass to work."

          "Don't. I belong to Leo."

I planted my heel right in Bubba's balls.

          "Let go of her, you fucking bastard. Leo gave her           to 
me. So she's mine."

          "FUCK YOU."

And Bubba lunged at me. I was ready and kicked him in the balls again. 
Before Bubba could try again, another prisoner stopped Bubba.

          "Don't try it Bubba She's done a lot for us and it hasn't been            
to her benefit at all. Leo gave her the bitch so she belongs to           
her. And we'll protect that right. You're too much of an opportunist,            
Bubba. Leo isn't cold yet and you're taking over his property. Now           
get out of here."

And Bubba left, quietly for once. Oh he wanted to fight. But when he saw 
how many of the inmates were backing the guy up, he skulked off. And the 
guy talked to me.

          "Tina, thank you for what you have done for us. You made things           
better for us. And it wasn't for yourself. And you had no reason to           
do so after what has been done to you here. Most trustees are so           
glad to get out  they don't care anymore. You and Bambi will           
always be safe here."

          "Thank you."

Bambi and I cleaned out Leo's footlocker. In the top of the lid were two 
letters addressed to me. I laid them on the bunk. The footlocker contained 
Leo's clothing, a diary, several photos, an envelope of money and ten 
cartons of cigs. It also contained my last two corsets and my collar and 
cuffs. I wasn't wearing corsets anymore. The clothes I left in the 
footlocker, they were prison issue and would be turned in anyway. The rest 
I laid on the bunk. Bambi's footlocker was like my old one, it contained 
her clothing and various bondage gear. A guard entered the cell to stop me 
from going through Leo's footlocker. But he was new and the captain stopped 
him.

          "Captain, may I spend the night with Bambi to comfort her?           
Please. Either here or my cell."

The captain looked uncomfortable. He was about to say no, when the prisoner 
who told Bubba off spoke.

          "Captain, they'll be safe here. Don't worry. They'll be 
protected."

          "Tina, I can't allow Bambi in your cell. Even if you vouch           
for her. But you may stay here till morning."

          "Captain, Please arrange for Bambi to move to Franco's            
cell in the morning."

          "I understand Tina. That will work."

The captain left. Soon an Italian looking man appeared at the cell door. It 
was Franco. I motioned him to sit in the chair. I was on Leo's bunk letting 
Bambi cry on my shoulder, both figurately and literally.

          " Franco, Leo gave Bambi to me. Now I can't have her in my           
cell. But what I am going to do is loan her to you. But there           are 
several conditions. One, you are to love and protect her           as your 
very own. Two, DO NOT let Bubba or anyone like           him near her. 
Three, she is to get a good job skill and if she           wants a college 
degree. Four, you are not to stand in her way           if she can improve 
her lot. I mean, if she can get parole or            become a trustee, let 
her. She will always have access to me.           If I find you mistreating 
her or no longer worthy of her,           I'll take her away and give her 
to someone else. Are           those conditions acceptable, Franco?"

          "Leo taught you well, Tina. I agree. I always wanted her           
but I couldn't pay Leo for her. And when you left I thought            I 
lost her forever. I'll do right by her. If I don't, I deserve to           
Lose her."

          "I'll bring her by in the morning. Good night, Franco."

          "Night, Tina and Thank you."

Bambi and I spent a quiet night together in each other's arms crying, while 
we laid on Leo's bunk. It felt so lonely now without Leo. We comforted each 
other and said our goodbyes to Leo.

The next morning we went off to the showers. But once there the men let us 
shower alone. When we left they entered. I ate breakfast in the dining 
hall. It was much better. The food was healthier. As we prepared to move 
Bambi's things a couple of inmates came by and carried Bambi's footlocker 
to Franco's cell. Once there I gave her a hug and a kiss, hugged Franco and 
left.

Back at my cell, the senior trustee was waiting for me.

          "You're on report. You weren't here last night. Your clothing           
is dirty. You're late for work. Where were you?"

At this point I just lost it. I started screaming at the insensitive clown 
and pushed him out the door. I locked the door, dropped the items from 
Leo's footlocker on my desk, threw myself on my bed and started to cry 
again. Soon my door was opened by the captain. I looked up at him.

          "Guess I'm having a bad hair day."

          "Take it easy. The warden said you could come in when           
you're ready."

          "Thank you"

About an hour later, I had cleaned up and changed. I was going through the 
envelopes of Leo's. The first one was another letter to his friend saying 
he was dead and all his favors were owed to me now. The other one was his 
will. He left almost everything to me, except his prison bank account, 
which he left to Bambi. Since he didn't have any family who wanted him, he 
asked to be buried in the old prison cemetery. He asked me to look out for 
Bambi when she got out. The last envelope contained money and markers. This 
envelope I put in my chest of drawers.

I went back to work. The warden's secretary still hadn't returned to work. 
She was very badly injured and needed physical therapy. She was a good 
secretary, but she had used the old system that was in place when she 
started work. But the demands had increased so much, she was always a week 
to ten days behind. I had made a few changes and had gotten caught up. The 
warden was given an 'Atta Boy' from the governor and a bonus. The system 
was copied by the other state prisons. I ended up teaching the system to 
other wardens and staffers. A prisoner teaching the jailers. The warden and 
I laughed about it. They didn't know I was a male prisoner. In recognition 
the warden had named me office manager. It didn't change my work or 
station, but it was a nice pat on the back.

When I left for work, I found the senior trustee and apolaged.

          "I sorry for screaming at you, Sal. It felt like the whole world            
was bearing down on me and you doing your job was too           much."

          "That's alright, Tina. I didn't know about Leo. I'm           
very sorry."

When I got to the office, the warden was waiting for me.

          "Tina, I'm sorry but the parole board turned you down again.           
That judge really hates your guts. I hate to hit you with this           
now, but putting it off wouldn't make it any easier."

          "I know warden. Thank you. I would like to talk to           you 
about a few things."

          "Come into my office."

After sitting down, we talked at length.

          "I am sorry about Leo, He was a good prisoner. Didn't           
cause problems, He just did his time."

          "Leo wants to be buried in the old prison cemetery. He            
doesn't have any family except here. Her is a copy of his            will. 
It is his last request. He thought of this as his home           and the 
people here as his family. I was named executor           of his will and 
as such I am bring this request to your           attention."

          "I see no problem with that. The cemetery is not closed.           
It just hasn't been used for a long time."

          "I think a funeral mass in the chapel would be appropriate.           
And myself and Bambi, his last girl, would like to be at           the 
burial. I'll vouch for her."

          "You'll be OK. Bambi, might be a problem."

          "She will not be a problem. She's too quiet and innocent           
to be a problem. Besides there will be several staffers there            
anyway. Please, I'll vouch for her. If she escapes, I'll do her            
time."

          "Against my better judgement, OK."

          "Next, I'll take care of the arrangements this afternoon.           
I will need to take this will to legal to activate some           of its 
provisions."

          "That's a good idea."

          "Finally, I had breakfast in the dining hall this morning           
and I had a thought."

          "I heard about your visit. It wasn't a good idea. It isn't           
safe for you."

          "I was told by the heads of the various factions that Bambi and           
I will always be safe inside the fence. Always. But my thought            
was this. A new training program that will kill two birds with           
one stone. A food prep training course, including some chef           
training. One of the few jobs an ex-con can get is in food prep.           
If they have some training and experience they can get a better           
job. And if they get a better job, they tend to stay legal. Also           
they feed the prisoners, so the inmates get better food and           some 
different food. Most of the people in the kitchen don't           want to 
be there and the cooking reflects that. However           the food has 
improved since the last time I ate there."

          "That idea has definite merit. I'll look into more."

          "Thank you."

And off I went.

The next two days were tough. The funeral was held in the prison chapel. 
Officiated by the prison chaplin. It was a brief service. Almost all the 
prisoners stopped to pay their last respects. Along with many of the staff. 
When Leo's coffin was taken to the cemetery, Bambi and I, dressed in black 
followed behind it. We walked between two rows of inmates, with heads bared 
and lowered to the gate. At the cemetery, we stood and watched as the 
coffin was lowered into the ground and two trustees shoveled dirt on top of 
it. Bambi and I said our last good byes to Leo and slowly walked back to 
the main gate. We stopped several times along the way to see who Leo had 
for company for eternity. No one followed us or watched us. Finally inside 
the gate and at the fence, I turned Bambi over to Franco. We kissed and we 
parted company. As I walked back to my cell, the warden walked up to me.

          "I see my trust in you wasn't misplaced."

          "Thank you warden. I appreciate the trust."

          "It was earned. Take the rest of the day off."

The next day I was back at work. Not long after that Sally returned to 
work. Now Sally had worked at the prison for a long time and was kind of 
set in her ways. Sally wasn't the brightest person around, but she wasn't 
stupid either. She saw how the new system made like so much easier for her 
and made her look good. It made a convert out of her. The warden then moved 
me to the staff office. I was the office manager there, it needed a lot of 
help. Within three months, it too was caught up, looking good and a model 
of efficiency. I still went on inspection tours with the warden, as Sally 
was unwilling to do so. I also did inspection tours with the captain. At 
his insistence, in fact. The girls in the office had some problems with me 
at first. After all I was a trustee, a very beautiful female looking male 
prisoner and put in as their boss. But soon they accepted me. Its 
surprising what a little thing like a bonus will do. They office became a 
model of effectiveness. The warden and the captain got "Atta Boys" from the 
governor. The staff got bonuses. I got some acceptance. We would have 
coffee together, they accepted my use of the ladies room, we started 
sharing makeup and girl talk.

Sally and I would have coffee together almost every working day. And I kept 
unrestricted access to the warden. Just about everyone realized that I made 
them look very good. The prison picnic was one such idea. One summer Sunday 
afternoon I looked out the library window and thought it would be a great 
day for a picnic. Too bad it wasn't possible for us. On Monday I suggested 
to the warden that one Sunday afternoon, the prison have a family picnic 
with the inmates and the staffs families.

          "Warden It would do many things. It would show the various groups           
that everyone has family. A prisoner is less likely to hurt a staffer if           
he remembers that his kids had played with the guard's kids. And a           
guard is less likely to brutalize a prisoner for the same reason. It           
will remind the inmates of what they have to go home to. The children           
of inmates will get to see how daddy lives right now and the staff's           
children get to see where daddy works. It will also help the prisoners           
to keep their families together. Cause when they get out, it's the only           
thing that will keep them out."

A month later we did it. Oh we didn't pull the guards off the walls, but 
thy were bachelors. The senior staff conducted tours for the visitors. 
Those who had no family were invited to join their cellmate's family. There 
were a few holdouts, but they didn't cause any problems. I bounced around 
like a cruise ship social director until Franco and Bambi pulled me down at 
their blanket. Although many thought the picnic would lead to a hostage 
situation, it was a nice peaceful day. When the outing was drew to a close, 
there was much hugging and kissing , not only among the family members but 
also among new friends often crossing various factional lines. Almost 
immediately the amount of violence and complaints started to drop. We still 
had violence and complaints, because by it very nature prison is a violent 
place, but the amount dropped.

One day I was returning to the office after one of the captain's 
inspections, when I saw Suzy leaving the visitor center. he ignored me when 
I called to her. I caught up with her and saw she had been crying. 
Directing her to a bench, we sat down.

          "What is wrong, Suzy?"

          "You can't help me."

          "Suzy you know me. I'm your friend. Tell me what the problem           
is. I'll try to help you. Is it Bubba?"

          "Yes in a way. (sniffle) Polly is here visiting Pam and I after 
she            visited Bubba to pass on a message. She told me not to try 
to           escape Bubba's grip. She told me Bubba ordered his gang to            
kill a man. And also a girl of his to try to escape him. She carried           
the message out when she was released. She also saw Bubba           kill a 
man here. I need to get away from him, but I'm scared of him.           
What can I do?"

          "First come with me."

I led Suzy to the gate. When I was stopped by the guard I told him I was 
taking her to the captain. Once in the conference room, I called the 
captain and had him order Pam and Polly to the room. When they arrived, I 
sat down and we talked.

          "Polly, Pam and Suzy know me. Basicly they are my sisters. I           
wouldn't do anything to hurt them. But I also wouldn't standby           
and let them be hurt. Bubba is hurting them. When they get out           he 
will hurt them even more. You know that because he's hurting           you 
now. Go with me to the warden and tell him what you know.           I'll 
get you in the witness protection program, plus the final operation           
if you want it. Suzy and Pam will be alright because once Bubba            
goes on death row they are free of him. Since most of the gang is           
involved you will be free of them. Please let me help you. I know           
you don't know me but Suzy and Pam do. Trust their judgement."

The three girls talked for almost twenty minutes. During this time I could 
see the captain check up on me every few minutes. Finally Polly consented. 
I signaled the captain in and asked him to get the warden and the legal 
officer here. Five minutes later they arrived and we began. Polly told her 
story.

          "I was a pretty boy like Suzy and Pam. In fact I trained them           
for Bubba before I was released. About five years ago I saw            
Bubba kill Old Sam because Sam liked to stare at me. Bubba           
stabbed him in the chest while in the shower. But not before           he 
cut Sam's balls off. When I left he made me carry a letter           to his 
gang ordering them to kill two people who were trying           to get 
prostitutes off the streets. I read the letter before I            
delivered it. And I witnessed the killings. Those two women           were 
gang raped until the shock killed them. And it was           done that way 
on purpose. They also killed one of Bubba's           girls who was trying 
to get away and was helping these women.           She was also gang raped, 
but since she was a hooker all she           did was bleed. So they took 
her to the country and slung her           under a horse. The horse dick 
caused enough bleeding to            kill her. I've been a street whore for 
the gang for almost five            years now. I would love to get out but 
I am afraid of them. I           have been delivering messages to Bubba for 
almost two years."

The warden had a couple of questions, then the legal officer had several 
questions which were answered. The warden ordered the captain to place 
Bubba in solitary and have his cell thoroughly searched. Legal got on the 
phone to the Attorney General and talked about the information. By now the 
warden had the file of Old Sam. After reading it, he conferred with the 
legal officer. And they started the ball rolling. One of the guards 
arrested the driver waiting for Polly. I got the warden to put the three 
girls in the trustee block until security could be arranged for Polly.

It really didn't take too long. About two months later Bubba was tried and 
convicted of murder and conspiracy to commit murder, etc. He was sentenced 
to death four times and he is now sitting on death row. That freed Suzy and 
Pam. Polly was put in the witness protection program after her testimony. 
She got her final operation and a lot of education. Polly wasn't stupid, in 
fact she's very smart, but she had no options at one time. I really had to 
fight the government for Polly's operation. What sold them was everyone 
would be looking for a shemale not a full female. I convinced the warden to 
make Pam and Suzy trustees. At first they mostly went to school, but they 
also did filing for the office. It was fun to have someone in the block I 
could talk to. At times it was like a big slumber party.

The warden had to entertain quite a bit. To help him keep the cost down, I 
suggested that the food prep training students do at least one course. It 
gave them something different to do, helped the warden's budget and also 
gave the students some specialized training. At first they started simple, 
but after awhile they made some very complicated dishes. They could put 
most carters to shame. I was always given an invitation and the warden 
would allow me to attend. After all I was a member of his senior staff. He 
introduced me as the office manager. The next day I always reported to the 
food prep students how their dishes went over. One time I remarked that I 
didn't eat their desert because it looked so rich, fattening and sinful 
that I gained 10 pounds just looking at it. They laughed about it, but the 
next shindig they did, they made one desert and put a small flag on it with 
my name and 'Low Cal' on it. Gloria, the warden's wife, commented on it and 
I told her the story. After she laughed (what woman doesn't like a good 
kitchen or lo cal story) she asked a question.

          "Tina, I need a favor. Bill and I have to go to a dinner in town           
tomorrow evening and I can't get a sitter for the girls. Could           
you do it?"

With other women standing around, I had to be careful as they didn't know 
my true status. Gloria did, but she had always treated me like one of her 
other women friends.

          "Gloria I would love to, but because of state and prison           
policies I might not be able to. I'd have to have permission           from 
the warden."

          "I know him very well and I'll take care of it. We'll talk           
more about it tomorrow, dear."

The next morning the warden told me I could sit for their girls that 
evening. He told the captain I would be out until midnight and had his 
permission to do so. And if I was late to check at his house as they might 
be running a little late. Bill and Gloria have two girls, Roberta, six and 
Samantha who is eight. The warden's house is outside the main fence and is 
a four bedroom ranch house. I got to the house at quarter to seven. After 
the warden and Gloria left, I talked with the girls, helped them with 
homework and at 8:30 put them to bed. They stirred a hidden maternal 
instinct in me. I was feeling sorry for myself because I couldn't have kids 
of my own. Until the warden and Gloria returned, I studied some more and 
watched tv. I hadn't missed much. The same old shows or copies of them. 
They arrived home about 11:30 and I walked back to the gate and then my 
cell.

The next morning, the warden gave me thirty dollars for sitting the kids. 
From then on I was their regular sitter. I grew attached to them.

I finally graduated from college with a BS in Business. The diploma had my 
current name rather than my official name on it. Since I graduated, I 
couldn't take anymore college courses and masters courses weren't 
available. It slowed my life down some. It made the days and nights seem 
longer. But my work made time move faster than sitting in a cell. I was 
lonely, still missing Leo, but now I had Suzy and Pam as close friends. And 
I still had regular visits from the judge.

One weekend the warden and Gloria had to go to a conference out of state. 
The warden gave me a weekend pass. And I stayed in their guest room for the 
weekend. It was fun and I loved every minute of it. The parents left on 
noon Friday and I left the office early to be at the house when the girls 
got home from school. On Saturday, while the girls napped, I walked o the 
cemetery and had a talk with Leo. I told him about what was going on and my 
plans and fears. Walking back to the house, I felt better. I wish I could 
have taken the girls on a picnic, or to a movie or to the zoo, but my pass 
didn't allow me to drive or travel more than a mile from the prison. Bill 
and Gloria returned home after midnight on Monday morning. Later in the 
morning I was back at work $300 richer.

One afternoon a fight started in the yard, between two prisoners. Despite 
all the programs, prison is still a violent place. A guard who tried to 
break it up was hit in the head and render unconscience. Since there was a 
lot of blood everyone thought he was dead. So many prisoners rioted and 
took nine guards and six staff hostage. It was a tense time.

          "Warden, please let me talk with them."

          "It's too dangerous."

          "I am one of them and I have their word on my safety. I want to 
help."

          "I don't like it."

          "Warden you don't have to like it."

So he let me try. Walking up to the block door I called out for some of the 
faction leaders I knew. When they answered I asked to talk.

          "I want to talk to you. You all know me. Let's           work it 
out."

          "Go away. We don't want your kind of help."

          "That's unfair, guys. I have never given you any reason           
to say anything like that. I've done a lot of things for you           with 
no benefit to myself."

A different voice.

          "You're right. We'll talk. Come in."

          "The warden has told me not to enter because he is concerned           
about my safety. I told him I already have your word on my safety."

          "Tina, As I told you before, you will always be safe within these           
walls. Come on in."

I entered the steel door. It was scary. All those faces looking at me. It 
was like the first time I entered this place almost seven years ago. I saw 
a couple of prisoners starting to menace the hostages. I screamed.

          "STOP! Don't hurt them. Let's get this under control           
before it gets out of hand."

When they didn't stop, I continued.

          "Frank, your kids played with Ruth's (one of the staff hostages)           
during the last picnic. You told me they write to each other. How           
would your kids feel about you if you hurt or killed their friends'           
mother. And Paul, your wife moved in with Sarah (another staffer)           
so she could be closer to you. How's the fact you are going to hurt           
Sarah going to effect your relationship with your wife or your wife's           
relationship with Sarah. Guys, these people are no different than           
you or me. Well sort of, in my case (laughter, that's good I           
thought). The guard is not dead, he's hurt, but that's all. Lets           
not let things get out of hand. Leave your hostages alone           and 
keep them safe. I'll talk to the warden. The two who where           
fighting will have to be punished. There's no question about that.           
As for the rest, I don't know. Let me take the staffers out as a           
sign of good faith and I'll suggest a week of no TV or yard            
privileges. OK?"

Quickly conferring, the inmates agreed that it was in their best interests. 
Just over an hour after I walked in, I walked out with the staffers. The 
warden met me at the gate.

          "Great, Tina. Now I can send the SWAT team in."

          "Wait warden. Please hear me out."

          "Not right now."

          "Please warden. This was a sign of good faith."

          "OK, Tina. Go ahead."

          "The inmates know they screwed up. They agree the two            
fighting need to be punished. They are sorry about the incident           
but the injury to the guard panicked them. They don't like it           but 
they know they have to take some punishment also. I           suggest a 
week with yard privileges or TV privileges. It           doesn't sound like 
a lot but to these men it is a lot. And if it           starts tomorrow, it 
will take them through the weekend which           will hurt even more. 
Warden, lets end it now with no more           violence. There's no sense 
making this another Attica."

          "I see your point. The guard came to just a little while ago.           
He's OK, but has a big headache. He agrees with you. Tell           them I 
agree. A month in solitary and another 30 days of no            privileges 
for the two prisoners and two weeks of no TV           for the rest of the 
rioters."

          "Warden, make it ten days. That will hit 2 weekends."

          "OK. Ten days."

The butterflies in my stomach grew larger as I walked back to the block.

          "OK guys here's the deal. Thirty days solitary and           30 
days lose of privileges for the two fighting and           ten days of no 
TV for the rest. That's the best I can           do. The warden has SWAT 
ready to rock and roll.           Mike, can you guys live with that?"

          "Yes we can."

          "Come with me and talk with the warden."

And off we went. The talk went well and three hours after it started the 
riot ended with no one hurt. Even SWAT was relieved.

After that incident, the warden wrote me a super letter to the parole 
board. He also got approval for a correspondence school MBA for me. That 
helped move time faster for me. Pam and Suzy had done well in training. Pam 
was managing the dining hall and Suzy was working electronic data 
processing. They were doing well and more comfortable with themselves.

My world was shattered one night. I was sitting Samantha and Roberta, the 
warden and Gloria were at a dinner and due back between midnight and 1 AM. 
About 10 o'clock I heard someone trying to break in. The way the house is 
built, I could see the front door from where I was sitting. At the door 
were four men in prison grab working on the door with a crowbar. I ran to 
the girl's rooms and dragged then into the master bedroom. Closing the 
door, I locked it behind me. On the nightstand were two phones. Pushing the 
girls into the closet, I grabbed the phone without a dial. It was directly 
connected to the prison switchboard. A guard answered.

          "State prison."

          "This is Tina at the warden's house. Four men dressed as           
prisoners are trying to breaking."

          "Quit joking."

          "Wait, Who is in charge tonight? Julian?"

          "Yes."

          "Get him please and hurry."

The few moments I waited seemed like forever.

          "Julian"

          "Julian, this is Tina. Four prisoners are trying to break in           
here at the warden's house. The girls and I are in the            master 
bedroom closet. Please hurry."

As I said that, I heard the front door give way and the shout of angry men. 
They ransacked the house till they got to the bedroom door. That door 
didn't resist their efforts to enter very much. Moments later they opened 
the closet door to find me hiding in the corner. I had hidden the phone and 
covered the girls with a blanket in the other corner. The men pulled me out 
and slapped me around while asking where the girls were. Instead of 
talking, I attacked. Using my feet and finger nails, I gouged, scratched 
and kicked at them. I scratched their faces pretty good, but they were 
ready for my feet. One of them kneed me and another held me while they 
found the girls. Pulling the girls from the closet, they tied them in a 
chair and when the girls started crying, gagged them. The leader held my 
head up by my hair and looking at the girls, told them.

          "Now I am going to show you what we expect from bitches."

With that he ripped off my skirt and panties. I could see the shock on the 
girls' faces when they saw my testicles. And I knew I had lost any trust 
they had in me. That hurt worst than what was to come. I was thrown face 
down over a corner of the bed and the leader stepped behind me. Without any 
foreplay or lubrication, he slammed into my ass. As I started to scream, 
one of the others raped my mouth. When the first finished with me, he was 
replaced by the one in my mouth. Another man replaced him, slamming into my 
mouth so hard my lips were buried in his pubic hair. The leader was 
foundling the girls, telling them they were next after they were done with 
me. The last two were working on me when the prison SWAT team lunged into 
the room. Two prisoners with weapons tried to fight it out and were shot. 
The other two were subdued. One of those who tried to fight was fucking my 
ass at the time. I felt his cock spasm when he died. I curled up into a 
ball on the bedroom floor crying. I remember seeing the warden and Gloria 
rush to the girls. Julian pulled me up and out of the room. As I was 
leaving, I heard Samantha cry.

          "They hurt Tina, Mommy."

I remember thinking all men were such fucking animals and then I totally 
lost it. I started screaming and yelling, hitting and scratching at Julian. 
Julian grabbed my wrists and held them above my head. I tried kicking and 
kneeing him. He held me away from him. I hated all men at this point, 
wanting to strike out at them and hurt them for hurting me. Julian slapped 
me once and I lost even more ground, opening the floodgates. I wrapped my 
arms around his neck and tears flowed from my eyes like rivers. I remember 
someone wrapping a blanket around me and gently pulling me away. Gloria and 
doc walked me to the guest room where doc examined me and then injected me 
with a tranquilizer. Then he and Gloria took me to the bathroom, where I 
was given two enemas, douched and showered. A robe was placed on me and I 
was taken back to the guestroom. There doc injected me again. Gloria sat on 
the bed holding my hand. And all I could do was cry.

          "I'm sorry Gloria. I couldn't protect them. I just couldn't           
protect them. I've lost them. I've lost them forever. Please           
forgive me."

          "Don't worry about it dear. They're OK and you'll get           
better. There's nothing to forgive. We'll talk later."

          "I've lost them. I've lost...."

And my world went black. I remember coming to later, curling up into a ball 
and crying. Someone wiped my forehead, I felt the prick of the needle and 
the light went out again.

When the lights finally came back on it was dark. As I tried to sit up, I 
felt Gloria's hand push me back down.

          "Just lay back and sleep. The doctor gave you some           
pills to take."

          "Gloria, I'm so sorry about it. It hurts so bad. But not           
as much as seeing me hurt the girls. I've lost them and            they 
mean so much to me. I've lost them."

          "There, there. Take these pills now."

She handed me two blue pills and a glass of water. I took them quickly and 
Gloria continued.

          "You haven't lost them. They're scared and frightened. They           
are just beginning to understand what happened last night. And           
beginning to understand what can happen to women, much too           early. 
I've told them about your story and not to talk about it.           They 
blame themselves for last night. There is a lot of healing           to go 
on. Rest, we'll talk more in the morning."

As she hugged me, the floodgates opened again and I cried as she hugged me. 
Shortly my world started going grey. Then to black again.

The light in my eyes woke me. It was late morning judging by the height of 
the sun. Gloria walked in with the girls. They ran to me and hugged and 
kissed me. They were crying. I hadn't lost them. But still I couldn't shake 
the feeling of despair.

          "Tina, we're sorry you were hurt."

          "It's alright girls. Some people like to hurt other people.           
That's why there are prisons. To put them away."

          "Mommy told us all about you. We still love you."

          "I know."

Gloria shoved the girls from the room. Later in the day, she took me from 
the house to the infirmary. Doc was waiting for me. He directed me into an 
examination room, where he checked me over. He medicated my ass and took 
blood and tissue samples. Then he released me to return to my cell with a 
prescription of tranquilers. On my cell door were messages from the warden 
and the captain, telling me to take all the time I needed.

The next few days were hell. On me and everyone I came in contact with. I 
shut myself in my cell and cried a lot. Just letting myself go. I didn't 
eat, or wash or anything. I was a mess. Suzy and Pam tried to get me to eat 
and I would scream at them and chase them from my cell. At night I would 
try to sleep and I kept having nightmares about the incident. I would 
wakeup screaming, usually waking everyone else up too.

Finally, late one afternoon, I walked out the main gate. Because of my 
status, it was considered normal, so no one stopped me. I looked and felt 
like death warmed over. I walked to Leo's grave and tried to talk with him. 
The comfortable feelings I had always gotten from this, didn't happen. I 
felt worse. My world was crashing in around me. I hugged the small 
headstone for awhile, crying. Then I started to walk back, but along side 
the road this time. In a daze I felt the traffic zip by me. My thoughts 
were more about ending the pain, when I saw a large truck approaching. When 
I thought the timing was right, I started to step in front of it. I could 
hear the horn and the squeal of the brakes when a hand on my shoulder 
pulled me back. Before I could get loose, I was spun around and slapped. It 
was Sally. She directed me to a bench under a lonely oak tree at the edge 
of the cemetery. She held me as I cried and talked about the pain, my world 
crashing around me and ending it all. I wasn't very conherant When I was 
drained, she took me back to the warden's office. Along the way, the 
captain joined us. In Sally's office, she sat me on the sofa and as the 
captain sat nearby, went into the warden's office. She wasn't quiet about 
it either as I could hear everything through the closed door.

          "Warden we need to get some professional help for Tina.           
She just tried to step in front of a speeding truck."

          "WHAT?"

          "She tried to kill herself. The rape shattered her emotionally            
and she feels that her world is crashing in around her."

          "What about the staff physiatrist?"

          "He doesn't know how to deal with Tina's problems."

          "There has been some discussion about putting Tina           back 
into the general population. Her current conduct           doesn't meet 
trustee standards."

          "Warden, if Tina is put into the general population           in 
her current state, she'll be in a mental institution           inside of a 
month. She's suicidal, depressed and            emotionally distraught. She 
needs good           professional help."

          "I can't do anything, Sally. Policy ties my hands."

          "Warden, After all she has done for the prison           can't 
the prison give some in return?"

          Take her to the infirmary. I'll call doc."

Sally took me to the infirmary, where doc examined me and then took me to 
the isolation ward. I was placed in a private room. The doc and Sally 
stripped me and tied me to the bed. A sheet covered me. I was on a suicide 
watch. What I didn't know was that Sally was a member of various women's 
groups and she started making phone calls.

The infirmary orderly had just finished feeding me lunch when Sally and 
another lady walked in.

          "Tina, this is Barbara. I've asked her to help you. She           
is a scientist studying girls like you. She is very good.           Please 
talk to her."

With that Sally left and Barbara sat next to me and we talked. She had me 
start at the beginning and every so often would stop me to ask questions. 
Just before dinner, Sally came back to pick up Barbara. As she left Barbara 
kissed me.

          "Tina, you have two problems. The most important is the rape.           
Next your non-concentual sex change. You have been that way           for 
so long you can't go back. So we'll have to work on it. I'm           not a 
specialist in rape cases. I have a friend who is. She'll           visit 
you tomorrow. Good night."

And they left.

The next morning, Barbara arrived with Louise, a rape councillor. We talked 
all day. It helped I was more comfortable with myself and what happened to 
me. On the third morning, Barbara and Louise got me released from the 
infirmary and we walked around. We spent time at Leo's grave. It still 
didn't help. We walked along the fence. That was very uncomfortable for me. 
All those men staring at me. At the gate the captain was waiting.

          "Tina, do you want to visit?"

          "I don't know."

Barbara piped up.

          "Please show us around and talk about it, Tina."

Then from inside the gate I heard Mike's voice.

          "Captain, May I please talk to Tina."

The captain let him out the gate. Mike walked up to me. As he got close to 
me, I started to back away. Mike stopped.

          "Tina, I know you've been hurt very badly. And by some of us.           
They'll pay for it. But again, you'll be safe in here. Always. You           
have our word. Your friends here also. Tina, they are trying to           
help. Please let them and us help you. You've done a lot for us,           
let us give something back."

I hugged Mike. Very tight. 

          "Thank you, Mike. Captain, Please let us in."

The gate opened and let us in. Inside two BIG inmates stepped behind us. I 
started to move away again.

          "Tina, they're there to prevent problems and make your           
friends more comfortable. OK?"

          "OK, Mike. I'm not very comfortable around men right now.           
Also, the ones who hurt me, don't kill or injure them. Two           wrongs 
don't make a right. OK?"                      "OK, Tina. We will not hurt 
them. But they will never           have any friends here either."

I took the ladies on a tour of the prison that outsiders never see. Down 
the floors, I walked. My first home, Leo's old cell. I sat on what was once 
Leo's and my love bed. I told the doctors about my training as I took them 
to what was once the cell of Pam and Suzy. Then we visited Serge. Serge 
screamed with delight, as only Serge can, as I entered.

          "Tina, darling. You look a sight. Sit down and let me do you."

          "Not right now, Serge."

          "Of course right now, Tina. You look terrible. When           I 
am done, you will not only look better, but also feel           better. Now 
get your ass in the chair before I throw           you in and tie you 
down."

So I sat down and Serge went to work. A new girl did my nails while Serge 
shampooed and set my hair. While under the dryer, he fussed around doing my 
makeup, all the while I was telling the doctors about Serge and my 
experiences. When he was done he hugged me and I kissed him. I looked in 
the mirror and once again I liked what I saw.

          "Serge, you're a doll."

We then went to Franco's cell. He and Bambi were waiting for us. Bambi and 
I hugged and kissed. We sat and I talk about Bambi.             "Barbara, 
please work with Bambi. She's in the same           boat I am."

          "OK, Tina."

The lunch horn sounded. Outside the cells, prisoners were lining up. Franco 
and Bambi got into line.

          "Would you like to see a slice of real prison like?"

          "Yes, we would."

          "This is the last block in, so we'll just join the end of the 
line."

And we did. At the dining hall door, a guard stopped the doctors.

          "Paul, the doctors have the captain's permission to be           
inside. They want to experience a small slice of prison."

          "There could be problems, Tina."

          "Mike assigned these two guys to prevent problems."

          "OK"

And in we went. We were at the end of the line. Jules and Martha, the food 
prep instructors and supervisors saw me and rushed up to me.

          "Tina, darling we're glad to see you. Let us fix you           
something special."

          "No thank you Martha. These are my doctors, Barbara and Louise.            
They are trying to help me and to do a better job of it, they want           
to understand more about my life in here. They want to experience           
a small part of it. So we'll have the regular meal. OK?"

          "OK, Tina. But be advised the new kids did the cooking           
today. So keep that in mind when you tell the warden."

          "Fair enough."

The meal wasn't bad. They used to be a lot worse. The doctors were picking 
at their food.

          "Girls, this is not bad. It used to be much worse. Bur           
let me introduce your table companions. Louise the           gentleman next 
to you is Paulie. He's in for rape. Paulie,           Louise is a rape 
councler. Jimmie is in for armed robbery.           Sam is here for second 
degree murder and Larry was           convicted of fraud. Jimmie how is 
your cellmate doing?"

          "Tina, he's up for parole in a year. He's in the cooking           
program and wants to be a sous chef. Says there's good           money in 
it."

          "Sam, how's Rick doing?"

          "Rick's doing great, Tina. He's also in the cooking program           
and makes great bread and pastries. He's got another two           years 
and wants to be a pastry chef. He'll be a great one.           He's always 
bringing cookbooks and samples to our cell.           I'm gaining weight 
faster than I can lose it."

          "Knowing you and Rick, he's probably bringing a whole           
tray of pastries and you eat them all. Your weight gain           is your 
fault. Have Rick make you lo-cal pastries or at            least only eat 
one or two and pass the rest out to your           neighbors."

I noticed a commotion at the far corner from us. Mike and Harry stood on a 
table and held up their hands. The room got quiet. Harry motions the guards 
to be cool and begins to speak.

          "Guys, Let me have your attention please. Tina, we're glad           
to see you and that you're OK now. We're sorry about what           
happened to you. Not only by some of those among us, but           the 
system in general. We are here for you Tina. All you have           to do 
is ask. Guys, Tina has asked that we not kill or injure           those who 
hurt her. She's a good person and out of respect           for her and what 
she has done for us, we will comply with           that. The day you leave 
this place Tina will be a day of both            happiness and sadness for 
us. We will be happy for you in your           freedom and we will be sad 
to lose your caring, compassion and            smiling face. Tina, the day 
you get out we will throw you a           party that will be the talk of 
the state."

There were tears in my eyes as inmate after inmate came up to me and gave 
me a hug and a kiss. These people were my family and I didn't realize I had 
that kind of support structure available to me.

At dinner, I saw Julian sitting alone at one of the tables. I sat next to 
him.

          "Julian, I'm sorry about the other night. I just lost it all."

          "Tina, you have nothing to apologize for. I saw what           
they did to you and at that moment, I was hating men,           also. All I 
did was try to keep you from hurting yourself           or someone else. 
OK?"

          "OK. Julian."

          "Tina you did everything right that night. You called           
us, protected the girls and tried to protect yourself.           You did 
your best. You were just one girl against           four angry men. You 
didn't have much of a chance."

          "Thanks, Julian."

That evening I apolizied to the residents of the trustee block for my 
actions and the pain I caused them. Pam and Suzy rushed up to hug me. The 
senior trustee then came up and told me as he hugged me.

          "Tina, we were always here for you. It hurt when you           
shut us out. But we understand. It was some of us who           hurt you 
and you lost your trust in us. You took so much           of our pain and 
hurt on to yourself and helped us. But            you lost the one person 
who could do the same for you.           Welcome back, Tina."

Over the next month, Barbara and Louise visited me regularly. But as time 
went on the visits became more and more sporadic. A couple of months after 
the incident, I resumes sitting for the girls.

One Saturday afternoon, Sally and I had a long talk. I told her about 
everything including the judge. And she told me about calling her friends 
in various women's groups and getting Barbara and Louise to help. She also 
told me about my upcoming parole hearing. In this state they are kept a 
secret with the inmate not allowed any knowledge of it. But any other 
interested party could attend and speak their peace. Like the judge.

The morning of my parole hearing, I was delivering some paper to the 
warden's office when the governor entered. Now normally I wouldn't have 
been delivering these papers, but I wanted a reason to see the warden. He 
signed the papers and handed them back.

          "Thank you, Tina. Governor, this is my office manager,           
Tina."

          "Nice to meet you, Tina. Warden you do keep an            
attractive staff."

          "And smart   too. Tina, has been the master mind           of 
many of the new programs here."

          "OH."           "It started with the food prep program. Instead 
of           assigning kitchen helpers, we get volunteers and           
teach them how to prepare food. It's been so            successful, there's 
an eighteen month waiting list           to join the program. And I have a 
long list of           companies who want to hire it's graduates. Of the           
ten grads who have been released, none have been           in trouble 
again."

          "That so?"

          "Our first grad was Willy. A hard core criminal. His           
parole officer told me last week, Willy changed jobs           and is 
making three time his previous salary. The PO           told me the 
restraunt owner told him to send every            one of our grads he 
could, he would hire them."

          "It's an expensive program."

          "Not really. The only additional cost is one           
instructor. And that's evened out by the drop           in prisoner 
complaints. So it's a wash. Tina           also developed the office system 
we use now.           The whole system uses it. She stopped the riot           
before it got started. And just recently assisted           in the capture 
of some escapees."

          "I heard about that. Tina, you were very brave."

          "Not really, governor. Just out of options."

          "Thank you, Tina."

          "Warden, before I go I would like permission to attend the            
parole board hearings today."

          "Tina, you know that's not possible."

          "Nonsense, Warden. If Tina wants to attend, she can.           
After all she is a staffer here and a citizen."

          "Not really, governor."

          "What do you mean, warden?"

          "Tina is a trustee."

          "A WHAT?"

          "A trustee."

          "A female trustee in a men's facility. No fucking way."

          "Tina's not legally a female."

          "No way she's a male."

I knew only one way to settle the dispute. With a little tug, I lowered the 
zipper of my skirt and dropped it to the floor. And as both men stared at 
me, I pulled down my panties reveling what remained of my maleness. At this 
point I really couldn't call it my manhood any more. Finally the governor 
regained his wits.

          "What the fuck is going on?"

          "Governor, it started very simply. Sally was badly injured           
in an accident a few years back and I needed a secretary           to fill 
in. The way the budget was I couldn't hire anyone.           So I used an 
inmate. Tina was first in her secretrial class.           After a month I 
made her a trustee. And when Sally            returned, Tina became the 
office manager for the captain            of the guard's office. Both of us 
take her on our inspection           tours. She knows what to look for and 
where the skeletons            are buried. She improved the operating 
methods of both           offices and it has become a model for the whole 
prison system.           She instigated the family picnic program. Which, 
despite my           misgivings, has worked beyond my wildest fantasies.            
Complaints and problems have dropped and that's one of           the 
reasons the riot only lasted three hours. That and the           garden 
program, the food prep program and improvements           to the library, 
she's  done a lot for the prison and the inmates.           Did you enjoy 
the doughnuts in the outer office?"

          "Yes."

          "Rick in the food prep program made them. He wants to be a            
pastry chef. He has a standing offer from the Hilton in the           
capital as a pastry chef. The program does some of the cooking           
when I entertain. They are very good. They have been pushing           to 
cater the whole thing. I've got a little one coming up and           I 
think I'll let them do it. If it turns out alright, I'll let them           
start bidding on my business. They'll do it at standard rates           and 
I'll put the money into the library fund or the like. As for           
Tina, when she's released I'll be sorry to lose her."

          "What about Tina? Why?"

          "Why is she like that? Tina you tell him."

And I told my whole story to the governor. Including Leo, the judge and his 
bitch daughter, my rape and attempted suicide. When I talked about the 
judge I saw the governor and warden grimace in anger. The warden picked up 
the phone when I told about the judge's daughter. When I finished I sat on 
the sofa and shook like a leaf. Some of it, I still hadn't come completely 
to grips with and some of it was still very painful.

          "Governor, the warden of the girls reformatory told me that the           
judge's daughter is there until her 21st birthday and six months           
ago gave birth to a baby girl, who was put up for adoption."

Instead of answering, the governor picked up the phone. I was too tied up 
in my own thoughts to pay attention to what he said. Finally he finished.

          "The Attorney General confirms your story. That judge had           
no right to sit on your trial. The AG told me at most you should           
have gotten a year in the men's reformatory and the same for            
Bambi. And considering the circumstances both of you really           
should have gotten only a slap on the wrist. Tina don't worry           
about the parole board, I'll take care of that."

After a few more words with the warden, the governor left. The warden sat 
on the sofa beside me.

          "You OK, Tina?"

          "Yes, thank you."

          "I'll be sorry to lose you, Tina. So will everyone else."

          "Thank you."

I knew the judge would be by, so I took Sally's place till he did. And 
predictable as rain, he did and he again pushed me into the storeroom. As I 
finished swallowing his load, I stood up and removed my skirt.

          "OK baby. Please do me."

As his cock jumped.

          "No you will not need that. Just your tongue."

There was a lusty look in his eyes, which turned to shock as I removed my 
panties. He tried to get around me to the door.

          "Well that's a fine how do you do. It's alright for me           
to suck you off, but you're too good to do the same            me. OK, just 
get out of here you closet faggot."

With that I stepped aside and the judge exited, right into the warden, the 
captain and Sally.

          "Judge, I do not take kindly to people molesting my staff.           
Captain, escort the judge to the gate. He is no longer           welcomed 
at this facility. We don't want his kind here           as visitors."

After they left and I had straightened up, we had a good laugh.

Tow days later, the warden called me into his office. Motioning me to sit 
down, he handed me an envelope.

          "The governor has pardoned you and Bambi. He looked           
into a retrial, but it would take several months. This way           was 
faster and you both get all your rights back. No           parole or 
restrictions. He also told me two other things.           One he's offering 
you a job on his staff or in the department            of  corrections. The 
other was if I didn't try to make you           assistant warden, I was a 
fool. I'm offering you that job, Tina."

          "Warden, Thank you and thank the governor for me. For his           
help and his offers. But not right now. The way I am will cause           
both of you problems. And you know why. Also I need           to become me 
again, to depressurize. To experience the           outside."

          "OK Tina. Let's take a walk."

We did our final inspection tour together. The Captain joined us at the 
gate. We toured the blocks till we got to Franco's cell. There we told 
Bambi the good news. We hugged and kissed, the Franco joined in. Then the 
meal horn sounded. Franco got in line, leaving us standing there. When the 
inmates had left, the four of us continued the tour. Our next stop was the 
dining hall. As I entered, I was picked up by two BIG men and carried to a 
table and placed on top of it. All the inmates stood and applauded. Then 
the going away party started. It lasted until 6 o'clock. I was given a 
palake and two sets of liecence plates. One said 'TINA' and the other said 
'TINA'S TOY'. Guaranteed to be good was the claim. Many of the staffers 
stopped by. Much of my time was spent saying good bye to my many friends. 
When it was over, Bambi and I went back to her cell and packed what little 
there was of her things. We then walked through the gate and went to my 
cell. I dropped Bambi off, then went to the warden's house. There I said my 
good byes to Samantha and Roberta, had a glass of wine with Bill and 
Gloria.

          "Gloria, I have a few good byes to make in the morning           
and finish up the paperwork. Then could you take Bambi           and I 
shopping? We don't have a lot and it's not that good."

          "I'd love to. Are you going to visit Leo?"

          "Yes. That will take awhile."

          "I know."

          "One more thing. Could you drop us at Greyhound a           
couple of towns over? It will make life easier for us           on the 
trip."

          "That goes without saying."

          "Thank you. I'll miss you all."

          "Tina, Please think about the offer. It's an open offer."

          "Thanks Bill. I will. But I'm not ready for it right now."

Bambi spent the night in my cell. The warden offered us rooms in the guest 
house. But my cell was home and I had to pack. After breakfast, I visited 
Leo for a while and said good bye to everyone in the office. Just before 
lunch, we finished the required paperwork, received our prison salaries and 
our belongings. Outside the office, Gloria was waiting.

          "Ready girls?"

And off we went. Our first stop was a nearby mall where we hit all the 
stores. After filling our new suitcases with new clothes, we bought a few 
books for the bus ride. The three of us had lunch at a trendy restruant 
near the mall, then Gloria dropped us off at the bus station. Just before 
leaving the prison, I called Leo's friend. It took a few calls, as he had 
moved. Henry was now in Atlantic City.  I told him about Leo and that I had 
a couple of letters for him. He told me he would arrange rooms for us at 
the Palace Hotel/Casino. So I bought two tickets to Atlantic City. First we 
went to Philadelphia on Greyhound then changed to a local service to 
Atlantic City. It took almost three days to get there. On the bus we were 
left alone mostly. We looked like sisters. Oh, a few guys tried to pick us 
up, but we weren't interested. At the Atlantic City bus terminal, we caught 
a cab to the hotel. At the hotel we ran into a small problem when we 
checked in. I admit we weren't looking or smelling our best. But what the 
hell, after three days on a bus, what do you expect.

          "We don't have any available rooms. Sorry."

          "We have reservations. Henry made them."

          "We don't have them. Besides, we don't allow your kind in here."

My hair brisseled.

          "What do you mean, my kind?"

          "We don't allow hookers in here."

          "Little girl. We are not hookers. We've just spent three           
days on a bus. All we want to do is go to our rooms,           take a bath 
and sleep."

          "But not here."

          "Girly, we have reservations. Where's the house phone?           
I'm calling Henry."

          "The public phones are over there."

After telling Bambi to keep cool, I walked over to the phones. As I sat 
down in the phone booth, I saw a security guard walk up to the front desk 
and watch us with a hard look in his eyes. Getting a hold of Henry, I told 
him what the problem was. Telling me he would take care of it and to go 
back to the desk, he hung up. Back at the front desk the phone rang and the 
clerk answered. Judging by the conversation, it was very one sided and she 
was on the receiving end. Hanging up the phone, she motioned the guard away 
and with a pasted on smile, started filling out paperwork and rang for a 
bellman.

          "Sorry about the confusion."

          "That's OK."

It turned out we were in a small suite. There was a fruit basket on the 
table and a bottle of wine in an ice bucket. It took awhile, but we finally 
got cleaned and feeling much better when we finished. It was late afternoon 
and Bambi and I were sipping wine and eating fruit and cheese, when there 
was a knock on the door. Answering it, I found a gentleman of what looked 
like Italian descent, about 45 to 50, black hair, brown eyes, 5 foot 10 and 
190 pounds, dressed in an expensive suit.

          "Hello, I'm Henry. And you are?"

          "Hi Henry. I'm Tina and that is Bambi."

          "You have some letters for me?"

          "Yes, why don't you sit down, have some of this           
excellent wine and I'll get the letters."

          "That sounds fine."

Henry spent quite a while reading and rereading the letters. Finally he put 
them down.

           "I don't believe it. There is no fucking way. This is someone's           
idea of a sick joke. No fucking way you two were once men."

          "I guess he doesn't believe us, Bambi. So we'll have to show 
him."

We both stood up and removed our skirts. Henry's face showed his surprise 
and embarrassment. Then we dropped or panties. When he saw our cocks, 
Henry's jaw fell all the way to the floor and the bulge in his pants 
disappeared.

          "Holy shit."

Was his only comment.

          "Now do you believe?"

          "I don't have any choice, do I?"

          "No"

          "Let me make a few phone calls and I'll get back           to you 
ladies."

          "What's your hurry, babe? We're hot to trot and            ready 
to party."

          "Girls you're not my type. But try the bar."

Henry left, we changed and went to the bar. We sat at a table and after the 
first drink we didn't have to buy any more. Several men tried to pick us 
up. Finally we each selected a man for the evening. We had a good time, 
beyond that a lady never tells. Except maybe to a good woman friend.

Late the next morning, Henry had us come to his office.

          "Girls, I found the doctor to do your kind of operation. He's           
in Colorado. I've talked to him and told him your stories.           
Because of your status, he will waive all the requirements.           He 
needs two weeks notice to schedule your operation. You           will be in 
the hospital for about two weeks. When do you           want to go?"

          "Henry, I'm ready anytime. What about you, Bambi?"

          "I don't know, Tina. I'm not comfortable enough with           
myself to change yet."

          "OK. Henry, we'll wait a bit, till Bambi is ready to make           
a decision. What we do need now are some papers and           jobs. Any 
suggestions?"

          "The papers I'm working on. Since you both were pardoned           
the easiest and best way would be a legal name change in           court. 
As for jobs, the hotel needs an office manager. A job           you're well 
qualified to hold, Tina. As for Bambi, there are           several openings 
we can look at. But first, I've a problem that            you two might be 
able to help me with."

          "Henry, we will not do anything illegal."

          "That goes without saying. What my problem is that the major           
stockholder of this hotel is gay but he needs a lady for public           
appearances. He will be here tonight. Will you help me? I think           
he will like what you have. No pressure. If you like him and it           
works out, great. If not, no problem."

          OK. What time?"

          "Drop by here after five and dress to kill. We'll go to dinner."

          "Sounds great."

A little after five Bambi and I showed up at Henry's office. We were 
dressed red hot. Henry introduced us to Antonio. Antonio was an Italian 
looking, well dressed gentleman. He was almost six feet tall, with a well 
fed look. He had a rugged attractiveness with salt and pepper hair. After a 
couple of hours of wine, cheese and small talk, Henry hinted it was time to 
leave for dinner. Antonio offered his arm to Bambi as we left. He had made 
his choice. Henry took my arm and we left.

Down the elevator and out into the lobby. At the front entrance, the 
doorman signaled and a stretched limo pulled up. It was a short ride to the 
restuartant with Bambi and Antonio cuddled up. When the limo stopped, we 
were in front of a small family owned Italian restruant. The owner met us 
as we entered and guided us to a private dinning room. The meal had been 
preordered, as they started serving immediately. Course after course, I 
could feel myself gaining weight and changing dress sizes. Finally it was 
time for dessert. Bambi and I were feeling overfed and declined dessert. 
After the waiter had left after serving dessert, Bambi spoke her mind.

          "I'd like a little cream."

I saw her hand work its way to Antonio's crotch and the look of shock and 
discomfort on his face.

          "Bambi, you're lovely, but I don't go that way."

          "Baby, I understand you do. Let me show you."

She took his hand and pulled it up her leg. The slit in her dress came 
almost to her crotch. When Antonio's hand reach the top of the slit, she 
pushed it up under her dress until it reached her testicals. The look on 
his face showed his amazement, surprise and even shock. Bambi then eased 
his hand out from under her dress and slid to her knees under the table. 
While Antonio and Henry ate their dessert, Henry and I told our story.

          "You remember my pal Leo? Well Leo was caught and convicted            
in the midwest. He was sentenced to life without parole. Remember           
how Leo liked the ladies? Well he couldn't cut himself off completely           
and he isn't gay. So he used his influence to create his own fuck           
bitches. Tina and Bambi were his last two. hen Tina           became a 
trustee,           he created Bambi. He left Tina a letter to me, giving 
her           all the favors            I owed him in his will."

          "I was his girl for several years until, as Henry told you, I           
became a           trustee. At first I filled in for the warden's secretary 
and           latter became           the office manager. When Leo was 
killed, I was given           control of           Bambi and the rest of 
Leo's assets. Bambi and I were both           imprisoned           for 
statutory rape by our aledged victim's father who was           a judge.            
When the governor heard of the improprieties, he           immediately           
pardoned us. We came here to get Henry's help on our           final           
operations and new ID's. And that's where we stand now.           We           
need to get a place to live and jobs. And get on with our           lives."

As I was finishing, Antonio wrapped both his hands around Bambi's head. The 
expression on his face told us that he was unloading into Bambi's mouth.

          "Girls, I think I can solve some of you concerns. I am           
moving           my office to the hotel and I will need a private 
secretary.           Bambi           can fill that position very well. 
Henry, these ladies are           beyond            what I expected. Your 
staff has grown to the point where           you            need an office 
manager. Tina has the experience and skills           you            need. 
They can start Monday. Girls I have a large house           just           
outside of town. Before you object, let me continue.           There is           
no decent housing in town and it isn't safe. I have a large           
apartment           over my garage you can use. For transportation, I have           
several            cars available. And I will not take no for an answer. 
OK?"

          "OK."

          "Why don't you girls go powder your noses while Henry           
and I talk."

Bambi and I left for the powder room. There we did the normal things done 
there. Freshen up our makeup, potty and talk about men.

          "Tina, I just couldn't help it. I need cock regularly. And           
it has to be a real man's cock."

          "I know the feeling. The only problem is that Antonio has           
enough power to prevent our having the final operation.           So be 
careful."

          "Tina, I'm not very comfortable about the operation."

          "I have been in this condition a lot longer than you have.            
I can't go back. You might be able to, but you will never           be 
comfortable there. In this condition we're just freaks            and have 
no legal status. Remember that. Let's rejoin the           men."

When Bambi and I reached the door to the dinning room, Antonio's bodyguard 
stopped us. He knocked on the door and Antonio told him to let us in.           
"You ladies ready?"

And we left. At the door, the limo was waiting and we returned to the 
hotel. There we went to the casino. Antonio and Bambi were very close as 
Antonio played Blackjack and poker. Henry gave me a handful of chips and 
sent me off to play while he kept an eye on Antonio. I played the slot 
machines till I lost all the money. By now it was getting late. I saw 
Antonio and Bambi leaving the casino. As I tried to join them, Henry 
stopped me.

           "They're spending the night together. And we need to           
talk."

We walked back to my room. There I mixed us each a drink and sat across 
from Henry. After all he was uncomfortable about my sexuality.

          "Tina, Antonio has ordered me not to facilitate you final           
operation."

          "That son of a bitch."

          "That's beside the point, Tina. My loyalty to him is              
unquestionable.           I owe Leo big time, but I owe Antonio even 
bigger. He's           very           taken with Bambi. He wants her to 
remain in her present           state           and become his lover. And 
he feels that the only way to           ensure           that is to keep 
you in your present state, also."

          "That means we will have no legal status. We'll remain           
freaks.           Henry, I'll just leave."

          "Antonio knows that if you were Leo's bitch you were           
submissive.           And if you say you loved him you mean you're still                
submissive.           He will not let you leave."

          "Henry, the submissiveness was drug induced. And my           
love           for Leo does not mean I'm submissive to every man. And I           
will leave."

          "No you will not, Tina. Antonio gave me strict               
instructions            in that regard."

With that he grabbed my wrist and pulled me to him. I tried to fight him, 
but he was much too strong for me. Once I was across his lap, Henry 
handcuffed my wrists behind my back. Before I could scream, he stuffed one 
of my panties in my mouth and taped my mouth shut. Henry took my lipstick 
and painted lips on the flesh colored tape. Then he wrapped his arm around 
me and walked me to the service elevator. Once we were in the garage, I was 
put into the trunk of a large dark car. It was dark inside the trunk, but I 
could feel the movement of the car. It took a long time, but finally the 
car stopped.

When the trunk was opened, I was temporarily blinded by the light. As my 
eyes adjusted, I saw I was inside a garage. Henry lifted me from the trunk 
and led me to the rear. In the corner were two doors. Henry opened the one 
on the right and turned on the light, reveling a staircase. Up the stairway 
we went. At the top was another door, which Henry opened. We were in a 
small kitchenette, walking into a small living room with sheet covered 
furniture. Into the connecting room, which was the bedroom, I was pulled. I 
saw it had a walkin closet, a chest of drawers and an iron bedframe with a 
bare mattress. Henry pushed me onto the bed. After he had stripped me, he 
locked a steel ankle cuff to my right ankle. Its chain was bolted to a ring 
in the floor. Under the bed was a chamberpot. At this point Henry slapped 
me hard enough to make my head snap back.

          "Antonio will explain the rest later. Good night, bitch."

And he turned out the lights and closed the door. I just buried my face in 
the hard scratchy mattress and cried.

The next morning, Antonio entered the room followed by Bambi. Bambi was 
nude except for a stainless steel collar. Her wrists were held behind her 
by leather cuffs and a leash went from her collar to Antonio's hand. When 
he released the leash, Bambi rushed to me and buried her face in my chest. 
I wrapped my arms around her, petting her head as she cried. Antonio sat on 
the bed and waited until Bambi stopped crying.

          "Here's how it is, cunts. I own you now. I talked with doc           
and you           will be given mind drugs to keep you submissive. Bambi           
will be           my lady and lover. In a year or so I will marry her. 
Tina,           you will            become my secretary and daytime fuck. 
No one will ever           question           my manhood again. You will 
not have the final operation.           Tina,           you will live here 
and both of you will follow my rules to           the letter.           You 
will always be nude in the house, except when                 ordered 
otherwise.           You will always be in bondage. An enema every day. Any           
questions?"

          "Why both of us?"

          "Because you both are lovely and I want both of you. And           
because           you would know the other was here."

          "We are younger than you. What about after you are           
gone?"

          "You will not be given to anybody else. Bambi as my wife           
will           inherit my estate and you will be in my will also. You will           
be           protected. You are my lovers, not my enemies. But you           
will           also be my slut slaves."

          "What about other men? Would you sell us?"

          "Whore you out? Never. I might have you serve a           
business associate, but that's all."

Mike, Antonio's bodyguard entered and rolled me on my stomach. After he 
tied me spreadeagle on the bed, he injected me with the mind drugs. For the 
next several minutes, Mike fondled my ass and reached under me to rub and 
pinch my breasts. When he had me worked up, he removed his belt and started 
whipping me with it. Soon my ass was on fire and I was screaming. Then he 
finished. Mike untied me and then he pulled me to the floor. He dropped his 
pants and grabbing my head, pulled my face into his crotch. Now I have been 
here before and knew what was expected. And did it.

In a month's time, I was sitting at my desk outside of Antonio's office. My 
duties as his secretary were simple. I did some typing and controlling his 
schedule, but little dictation. Mostly I was to look pretty and serve his 
coffee. When it was quiet I might be called into his office. There Antonio 
might have me suck him off, sometimes he would put me over his lap and 
spank me. When I had to use the bathroom, I had to get his permission and 
use his private bathroom. I always had to leave the door open. And when I 
finished, I always had to kneel before him and kiss his feet. Most of the 
time, he would have me suck him, but not always. Two or three time a month, 
he would thrown me across his desk and fuck my ass. Once he timed it so an 
associate would catch us in the act. Antonio thought it was funny.

Sixteen months later, Antonio and Bambi were married. I was the maid of 
honor. Until they returned from their honeymoon, I was given to Mike. It 
was a change of pace. After the honeymoon, things returned to the normal 
schedule. Until almost a year later.

It was mid morning. I was typing a letter, when three gentlemen entered the 
office. They asked to see Antonio, but didn't have an appointment. When I 
tried to call him to announce them, one of them grabbed me as the other two 
entered Antonio's office. They were FBI agents and came to arrest Antonio. 
As he was led out in handcuffs Antonio told me to call Henry, his attorney 
and as an afterthought, Bambi. This I did.

Because of the charges, conspiracy, murder, tax fraud, etc., Antonio was 
not allowed bail. So Bambi had only visiting hours with him. And they 
couldn't be intimate. Since I wasn't his attorney or a family member I 
wasn't allowed to visit him. The trail went on for several months until 
Antonio was convicted. He got life. The he appealed. He lost that and got 
life without parole. And the same for the next appeal. Almost two years 
after his arrest, Antonio was going to prison. Just before he left, I was 
allowed to visit him.

          "Tina, I'm not sorry for what I did to you and Bambi.           I 
want you to know that. I've told Henry to make you           his office 
manager and see to it that you and Bambi have           the final operation 
if you want it. I think she will. Take           care of her and don't let 
her do anything stupid. Like go           to prison to be with me. It'll 
never happen. I offered her           a divorce and she refused. It would 
have given her           everything my death would have. So she does love 
me.           Good bye, Tina."

With that he was escorted out. I would only see him once more.

When I got home, I caught Bambi leaving the house with a gun. Mike and I 
restrained her and took her to her room. She was going to break Antonio 
out. We laid together and cried.

A month later, Bambi and I boarded the company jet for Colorado. Meeting us 
at the airport, a hospital staffer took us to our home for the next two 
weeks. For the next two days, we did paperwork and were tested until we 
felt like pincushions. Finally in the doctor's office we had the final 
conference before the operation.

          "Girls, at Henry's insistence I am going to use a new           
procedure.           It is highly experimental. So I might keep you here 
for a           month           or two. It will be a multiple organ 
transplant. But also           much           more. It will really be an 
organ transfer. We have two           matched            donors lined up. 
They are female to male transsexuals. We           will           exchange 
sex organs between you. If it works, you will be           able           
to have babies."

That evening we meet our donor/recipients and got acquainted. They were 
very masculine looking, about our height, but a little heavier. We were all 
very excited about the procedure and its prospects.

Three days later we had our operations. All I remember about it was no 
breakfast. A gurreny ride to the operating room where a mask was placed 
over my mouth. And waking up with pain in my lower body. We were kept under 
for most of the next two days while our bodies healed. We were prodded, 
poked and sampled. Finally after two weeks the doctor had a talk with us.

          "Girls, there has been no sign of rejection and the organs           
appear to be functional. In two more weeks we will test           them more 
fully. Until then, exercise and rest, but no           playing           
with the new parts."

For two more weeks we were tested and watched. We exercised, ate and 
rested. And on trips to town, we shopped till we dropped. Our donors came 
on only the first trip. Men are such wimps when it comes to shopping.

We then had another talk with the doctor. All four of us were present when 
he told us.

          "The test results are in and everyone is fully functional.           
There is a party in the lounge after this little talk. But           first, 
girls I have someone here who wants to talk to you."

And in walked Henry.

          "Hi girls. I hear it went perfectly. Congratulations. I           
wanted           to be your first man, but after talking to the doctor 
here, I           think it would be much more appropriate for these two           
guys           to nail you first. Think about it. Being fucked by your own           
cock. Now go show the boys how much you want it.           Suck them. Tina, 
I can see by the look on your face, you           know. Yes, you have been 
on mind control drugs for a           week. During the party you will be 
like love birds. And           after you will fuck like minks."

Bambi and I each knelt before our recipient, opened his pants and began 
sucking his cock. It was a strange feeling, knowing that this organ was 
once attached tom body. The penis started to grow and become stiff. I kept 
working on it. I could feel the head enter my throat. Finally I felt the 
cock pulse and the jets of cum hit the back of my mouth as the man held my 
head in place. When he released my head, I put him away and stood up. He 
pulled me into his lap and started to fondle my breasts. The doctor stopped 
the gropfest.           "OK folks. We have a party to attend. There are a 
lot of           folks who want to meet you."

It was a small dinner party, maybe 20 to 25 people. Mostly doctors and 
staff who had a pert in our cases. There was also two medical researchers 
who had done early experiments in the area. After a couple of hours of 
food, speeches and small talk it was time to leave. My donor took my arm 
and escorted me to my room. Where I said 'Good night' and opened the door. 
Before I could enter, he turned me around and started kissing me. With his 
arms wrapped around me, his tongue started entering my mouth. French 
kissing. I started to get weak in the knees as the mind control drugs took 
hold. 

He pushed me into my room, closing and locking the door behind him. While 
still kissing me, he started to undress me, until I was down to my panties. 
Like a typical man he had just thrown my clothes all over. While he was 
undressing me, I was compelled to undress him and soon he was down to his 
shorts. And I was pulling those off. As he stepped out of them, he ripped 
off my bikini panties. Then he threw me on the bed and proceeded to fuck 
me. As he mounted me, I could feel the head of his cock move between my 
pussy lips. Then it reached some resistance. With a little force it 
continued, but it was painful. As I adjusted to the size, the pain 
diminished. And as I lubed, I was biting his neck and scratching his back. 
But before I could peak, he climaxed with a moan. MEN! The rest of the 
night was the same. Him on top, pumping away until he had his fun and then 
he would pull out and lay back. My pleasure be damned.

The next morning, after breakfast, Bambi and I met with the doctor.

          "Well girls. How did you like it?"

          "Men are assholes. Wham, bam and good bye babe. And           
what about contraceptives?"

          "Tina, you haven't started ovulating yet, so it's not a           
problem.           But in another month or so it will be. And remember 
these           guys are just beginning to adjust to their new organs."

          "But still they should have some knowledge about        women."

          "True."

          "Good bye girls. Any problems, call me."

And with that we left.

The next few months went smoothly. Bambi ran Antonio's office. Or rather 
what was left of it. And I ran Henry's office. We would go out two or three 
nights a week. Sometimes we would pick up a guy or two, sometimes we 
wouldn't. Once in awhile we would go to a women's bar and party. I still 
lived in Antonio's house, but I moved  from the garage apartment to a room 
off the master bedroom. But I only fucked Henry once and that was when we 
first got home.

One day Henry entered my office with a pained look on his face. He asked me 
to come with him to Bambi's office. Bambi, who tried to visit Antonio at 
least once a month, saw us enter, started to tell us about her visit the 
previous weekend, until she saw the look on Henry's face. We sat before 
Bambi's desk and Henry began.

          "Girls, Antonio is dead. He was murdered by another inmate.           
That's all I have."

Bambi started to cry and wail. I rushed to her side to comfort her. When 
she settled down, the three of us discussed the funeral arrangements. That 
night I comforted her as Antonio's associates and friends stopped by to pay 
their respects. Two days later, Bambi and I saw Antonio for the last time, 
at the funeral. And later we watched as he was lowered into the ground and 
buried.

The next week, Antonio's will was probated and we found out I was named 
executor of his estate. In his will, Antonio stated I was one of the very 
few people he knew, who had their shit together. He left me a trustfund 
that would give me at least $200,000 a year. Henry got the Rolls and the 
Bently and two casinos in Vegas. I also got the BMW and the Panama City 
condo. And Bambi got the rest.

Henry left to take over his casinos and Bambi put me in Henry's position. 
But soon she was running it herself. She does have a good head on her 
shoulders. Soon I was bored. There wasn't a challenge anymore.

About this time I got a call. It was the warden.

          "Hello Tina. Its Bill. How are you doing?"

          "Fine Bill. How's Gloria?"

          "She's fine. She sends her love. And the girls are doing fine."

          "That's nice. What do I owe this call to?"

          "I need a new deputy. My old one just became the warden of            
the men's reformatory. And I heard you might be available.           Are 
you interested?"

          "I don't know, Bill."

          "Look Tina. Most of the inmates know you or know           about 
you. Your programs are alive and well. And           your original reasons 
are no longer valid. And I want           you here."

          "I didn't know you cared enough to keep track of me."

          "Tina, you were special. I kept very close track of you.           
The new governor told me if I wanted you, I could have           you. And I 
want you. Period. Now pack and get your           ass down here."

          "I'll think it over and call you tomorrow, Bill. Promise."

          "OK. Tomorrow."

          "Thanks, Bill."

That evening, Bambi and I had a long talk. There were a couple of people 
who could take my job. Bambi asked my thoughts on the offer. And when I 
said I thought I could make a difference, she said take it. On the day I 
left Bambi told me I always had a job with her if I wanted and she gave me 
15% of the company stock.

A month later, after training my replacement, I entered my new office at 
the prison. On my first inspection tour, I said hello to many old friends, 
including Mike. Who told me that his promise of my safety still held. It 
felt like I was back home. Samantha and Roberta are now a little old for a 
babysitter, but I still visit them once in awhile and we're still friends.

I just got my Masters in Criminal Justice and am in line to become Warden 
when the warden moves on in a couple of years. I visit Bambi once or twice 
a year. She's doing well and is expanding. She opened a riverboat casino 
nearby. I still visit Leo once in awhile. It is still comforting to talk 
with him. The judge shot himself shortly after I was released. And his 
daughter is now working for one of Bubba's boys as a street hooker. Bubba 
is still on death row. And Doc is now the private doctor of a middle east 
prince. I talk to Henry regularly and visited a while back in Vegas. He 
just bought out another casino and is expanding also. As for my personal 
life, a lady never tells. Well maybe a close lady friend.