From Prison to Panties

by Jennifer White

  

I just gots me out of the joint. The worst thing is that I didn't even do no crime! But them slime balls I hung around with robbed a store, and I got fingered for it. Some friends! I was railroaded, and put away for 5 years. But with good behavior, I got sprung out early.

None of my former *real* friends wanted anything to do with me, an ex-con. And I didn't want to even see none of those jerks that got me in this mess! So I was out, but on my own. And I was on that stupid old parole.

That meant I had to go and see this parole officer every couple days. He didn't cut me no slack. Go do this. Go do that. And get a job. He was threatening to me, that if I didn't get me a job, then he could revoke my parole, and put me back in the pen! I didn't want none of that again, so I looked real hard.

I tried all of them fast food joints, but they only paid chicken feed, and they didn't want me hanging around with all them teenagers they hired. I was a ex-con, and they didn't want nothing to do with me! I gave up trying to explain that I didn't even do no crime. They wasn't listening.

So I tried me those fancier restaurant places, but I didn't do no better. Or at party stores and gas stations. They acted like I was gonna rob them or something if I went to work for them. So I would tell it to my parole officer, but he thought I was being lazy or something. He kept chewing me out.

And so I was getting all desperate, and stuff. I decided to walk down the avenue, and try every single store, until I found one that would hire me. I tried them clothes stores. No luck. I tried the hardware store. No dice. The dry cleaners. Nope. The shoe store. Uh-uh.

I was about to give up and go home to drink, when I decided to try me one more store. I went inside, and it looked like it was one of them knick-knac stores. They had stuff like candles, books, china dolls, and all that junk that the babes liked to set up their homes with. I just about turned around and walked out, when this old broad come up to me and talked.

"Hello there. How can I help you?" she said.

"I'm Ben. I need me a job, and I was trying all the stores on the street here. I just got out of the joint, but I was framed. I just need a job, and want to get some work."

"My my, your grammar is atrocious young man. But I think I have a position for you. You would have to promise to be on time, promise to let me teach you how to speak more properly. Would you be willing to do that?"

"What would you be paying to me, Ma'am?"

"I'll start you at $12 an hour. If you do well with sales, you can move up from there."

"I'll take it!" I said. I was all excited. I had me a job, and a good paying one too!

"Report for work tomorrow morning, at 8 am sharp!" she said.

I promised that I'd be on time.

* * *

 

I made damn sure that I was there at 8 am, like she said to do. I took the bus, and got off two blocks away. I walked up, knocked on the door, and she let me in.

"Now listen Ben. Today, I want you to go around the entire store and dust everything with this feather duster. Then clean the windows. The reason I want you to do this today, is so that you can learn where all the items are in the store. If someone asks you 'where are the beeswax candles', you need to be able to find them right away."

"Yes Ma'am! I'll get me right on it!" I said, eager to please her. She seemed so motherly and all. I wanted to do me a good job, and make sure she was all happy with it, and stuff.

"Ben, the more proper thing to say would be 'I will get right to it'."

"I will get right to it" I repeated.

"Very good Ben. We will work on your grammar while you work here. You need to learn to communicate well, for the position you are training for."

"Thank you Ma'am" I said. I was grateful for the praise. And I promised me to work hard to learn her grammar and stuff. I got to dusting right off, and tried to note where all the things in the store was located.

When I was done, I started on the windows, like she said to do.

"Ben, you've been working hard. Why don't you come sit with me, take a break, and have some herbal tea?"

I never tried no herbal tea before, but I sat with her and drank it from a china cup. It wasn't half bad!

"Is this the tea you sells here?" I asked.

"That is a special blend, but I don't usually *sell* it here. You shouldn't make your verbs plural."

"I'm sorry Ma'am. I didn't learn no fancy speech in school."

"You should say 'I didn't learn *any* fancy speech'. But don't worry Ben. I will teach you all you need to know."

Hearing that from her made me feel all warm and rosy inside. She really liked me, and was being very nice and all. I listened to her talking to me, and nodded my head. I just drank up all of that tea she give me, and really enjoyed it. I didn't know you could get a little buzz from drinking tea! I wasn't always really listening to what she was saying. I just kept nodding and saying 'uh-huh' to her.

 

I went back to cleaning the windows, then I noticed that the floor was a little dirty, so I asked her if I could clean it.

"That would be wonderful Ben. Thank you."

I smiled. She was being so nice to me.

That was about it for my first day of work. I went back to the shelter where I was staying, knowing that after Friday, I'd have cash money, and I'd be able to get my own place. In fact, I asked the old lady if there was anywhere nearby that I could rent.

"I'm glad you asked Ben. I there is a room upstairs that I was renting to a young woman, be she just got married and moved out."

"How much would you charge?" I asked.

"$100 a week."

"That's not bad!" I said.

"Then its a deal" she said, and we shook hands, then drank another cup of that herbal tea together to celebrate. She took me upstairs, and showed me the room. It was nice, but the girl who just moved out forgot to take her things with her! The closets was full of dresses and stuff.

"Do you see those brown dresses?" she said.

"Yes ma'am" I said.

"Those are the standard uniform for my salesgirls."

I didn't know why, but I felt jealous that the salesgirls got to wear a pretty dress like that for a uniform, but I didn't get anything. I wanted a uniform too. Maybe some day, she'd have a uniform for me.

She took one, and held it out to me. I took it from her, not knowing what to do. She smiled, and waved her hand, all theatric like. I looked down, and realized that I wanted to put the uniform on, so I could be a proper salesgirl too.

She was all modest, and turned her back when I put it on. I looked in the mirror, and I felt all pretty. I knew that I had been scaring off all them customers, but now that I was pretty, they wouldn't be scared of me no more.

I just knew that I wanted to wear that uniform all the time. Even when I wasn't working.

"Thank you ma'am" I said.

She came over and give me a hug. I felt all warm and tingly all over. I had never been so happy.

"You're so good to me" I said.

"Thank you Bethany" she said.

"You're welcome" I replied.

* * *

 

The next day, I got up real early like, and worked hard in the store. The ladies all smiled at me, and treated me so nice. I also had lots of men stare at me, which I was used to from being in prison and all. But they treated me nice too, not all rough like in the stir.

A couple of times Madam got all mad at me, when I didn't use good grammar, or I did something wrong with a customer. But when we took our tea break, and sat down to drink her herbal tea, she seemed to forgive me for everything. She was so special. I loved her so, but not like a man loving a woman. More like the way a sister loves a sister.

 

In the afternoon, this other pretty girl come into the store.

"Bethany, this is Anne. She worked here before you came."

"Hello Anne. Nice to meet you." I said.

"Hi there Bethany. Nice to meet you as well. Take good care of Madam. She'll be very good to you in return. She will really help you. She changed my life."

Anne gave Madam a big hug, and they almost cried. I almost cried too.

 

I worked hard all day long, then it was time to close the store for the night. I asked if I could help sweep up or something, so she let me do that too. When that was all done, and I took out the trash, Madam told me to take a shower, and meet her in my room. She gave me one of those theatric waves when I left.

I took my shower, and shaved my legs, my armpits, and my chest. They felt so much better without hairs all over them. I put on the pink panties and the bra that Madam had laid out for me. She had got ones for me, in just my size!

I met her in my room, and she asked me to put on this pretty French maid uniform. I put it on, and she put the little white cap on my head. I asked her if I could put on some makeup, and she let me. She said it was a special makeup, and I should wear it every day. Then she gave me a gift: these black shoes with high heels. They fit me really good too.

I looked in the mirror, and I felt so pretty! Now that I was dressed up like a maid, she let me vacuum and clean all the rooms, then wash the windows, and clean the bathroom. I was tired when it was time to go to bed!

* * *

 

I worked hard for the next few days, but they were all a blur. Madam said my speaking was getting much better, and I was behaving like a proper young lady. I loved working for her, and my favorite time was when we had tea every day. I felt so pretty when I was with her, drinking the tea. I wanted to much to please her! She seemed to like it when I made myself pretty, so I was sure to use nail polish and makeup every day now.

But I felt sad. I told her why. I just couldn't keep quiet. I felt like I had to talk about what I was feeling.

"Ma'am, I feel sad inside sometimes."

"What is that Bethany?" she asked, all concerned about me.

"Well you see, that nice bra you gave me? It seems so sad, laying there empty on my chest. I look at all the pretty girls who come in here to shop, and they all are bigger up top than I am. I feel so small, and so...ugly. I wish I had boobs like they do."

"Now Bethany, don't you fret my dear. Most girls feel that way at one time or another in their lives" she said.

"Really?"

"Yes. And let me tell you. You will fill out some day. I promise."

She waved her hand, and all my worries seemed to disappear.

 

I looked at myself in the mirror every day, and she was right. It seemed that almost every day, I started to fill out a little bit. It took weeks and weeks, but almost before I knew it, my bra was too small, and I needed to get a bigger one.

But my favorite was when I wore my French maid uniform, because then you could see my cleavage. I felt so special and so pretty! I was so happy.

* * *

 

Madam spent so much time with me, teaching me to speak with proper grammar, and how to do all sorts of things I hadn't ever learned, like how to do a really good job with my makeup, how to put together a cute outfit when I wasn't wearing my uniform, how to take care of my long pretty nails, and my hair, which was now shoulder length.

I worked hard on my figure too, using a special diet she gave me. Bit by bit, my tummy flattened out, although my hips seemed to get a bit wider. But as my middle got smaller, I started to get more and more of the hourglass figure that all of us girls wish we had. Almost every day, I seemed just a little bit closer to attaining true beauty.

The special makeup she had given me did wonders for my face. It seemed so much softer and prettier now. For example, the special cream she gave me for my nose had made it seem smaller and smaller. Now it was fine and dainty, just like I hoped it would be some day.

As I started to feel prettier, some of the things inside me changed too. I had always felt such an anger towards the world, like it owed me something. But now I felt at peace, and my true gentle nature was able to shine through.

We sat there drinking her special herbal tea one day, wearing pretty dresses, and having our usual daily session of girl talk.

"Tell me Bethany" she said, "what is your deepest dream? In your heart, what do you want in life?"

"Some day, I hope to fall in love with the man of my dreams, get married, and raise a family."

"That's a very nice dream."

"Thank you Ma'am" I said. "I hope it comes true one day."

"I have a feeling that it will" she said. That made me feel giddy inside. And I felt a tingle between my legs, at the thought of some day being a mother. I had a *need*. When I looked at women with children who came into the store, I felt so jealous of what they had. I wished I could be like that one day.

* * *

 

But one day, I made a shocking discovery. After work, I put on my French maid outfit as I usually did, and started cleaning. As I walked down the hall, I noticed that the door going to the basement was open. It was usually locked. I wondered if there was anything down there which I could clean, so I walked down there.

I found Madam sitting cross legged on the floor. There was a circle drawn on the floor, with a star inside it. At each point of the star was a candle burning. Madam had a large book out, and she was chanting on some language I had never heard. There was a glow around her.

I held my breath. At that moment, I realized something: she was a witch! She was doing something, and practicing magic! How could that be? She was so nice, and I had read how evil witches are. I started to cry. How could she have held back, and not told me? I thought we were close. I felt betrayed.

She heard my crying, and turned. My heart jumped, and I was really scared, like the kids in the horror movies. I was afraid that she would turn me into a frog or something. She waved her hand, and the door behind me clanged closed, and the lock clicked shut, all on its own.

"So Bethany, you have discovered my secret" she said.

"Sorry Madam. I was looking for something to clean...I didn't know...I'm so sorry...please don't turn me into anything unnatural!"

"Bethany, would I do that to you?" she said.

I was silent. I couldn't trust her anymore. She hadn't told me about all this. And I was scared stiff.

"You're right in what you think" she said. "I am a witch, and I do have great powers. But I only use them for good purposes, never evil. Actually, I get rid of evils in the world."

I just nodded.

"Now really concentrate. Think. Where were you six months ago?"

I had to really concentrate. The past few months had seemed like my entire life. But after really digging down deep, I remembered something: jail. I had been in jail! And I had been...a man. How could that be? I was Bethany! I wasn't some man!

"You were a man before, weren't you. And you were terrible. You were in prison. You committed rape, you stole, you did drugs."

"Yes" I had to admit. It was true.

"But I have helped you. You are now a good person. You will no longer do evil acts. There is only one part of you that needs to be altered, to make you a completely good person."

"What is that?" I said.

"Feel between your legs" she replied.

I did, and felt that I still was a man, at least between my legs. I didn't feel like a man, I didn't look like one, and I could hardly believe that I had ever been one. But my hand didn't lie. I felt myself poking out between my legs.

Madam started chanting in that strange language again, and waved her hand. I was still holding my manhood with my right hand, under the fabric of my dress. But as she waved her hand, I felt it starting to get smaller and smaller. I gripped tighter. Something within me didn't want to let it get away.

"That is the source of all your trouble. Once I have eliminated it, you will be all the better for it" she said.

I held tight, but it continued to shrink. I looked up helplessly, as I felt it melt away, and disappear up inside me. I touched my crotch, and my balls were gone too. My hand laid flat against my panties, and I knew what was underneath them now.

Madam looked me right in the eyes, and started chanting and waving again. Strange things started happening in my mind. That time in prison seemed to be gone, and I couldn't remember any of it. Instead, I remembered being a young woman going to college, learning engineering. I tried to remember my childhood, and I found memories of being a cheerleader in high school, being president of the drama club, earning honors in school and in girl scouts, volunteering my time to help senior citizens, and many other wonderful experiences.

I wondered why I thought I had gone to prison. It must have been one of those movies that I had watched with my girlfriends when boys took us out on dates. They would pick the worst films some times! Why would a girl want to see a film about being in prison? What's wrong with a romantic comedy?

Madam came over and gave me a hug. I could feel the love in the touch of her hands. She cared for me so much! It was so nice of her to let me work there and give me free lodging, until I could find a job in my field.

But one day soon, I would get a good high paying job as an engineer, then I replay her by doing kind things for other disadvantaged women. She had shown me the way. We walked hand in hand upstairs, so we could have our daily cup of tea together.

 

As we drank, there was a knock on the door. In walked a police officer.

"Excuse me Ma'am" he said, "But I'm looking for Ben Smith."

He held up a picture of Ben, as he had looked when he first came into the store.

"Ah yes, that young man came here looking for a job" said Madam. "But he was lazy, and he stopped showing up. I haven't seen him in months."

"Thank you ladies. If you hear from him, let us know" said the officer. He tipped his hat, and went into the store. As he was browsing the wares, Madam said "Well?"

"He was cute! I love a man in uniform!" I said.

"Then you had better go wait on him, and get his number!"

I hurried out there, hopeful that I might get lucky.

  

  

  

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