Prison Transformee

by: Dee

 

Part 1

"Order in the court, the defendant and counsel will stand for sentencing." These words
were spoken by the judge in an even tone and thus began the transformation I would
undergo. No not here in the courtroom, but while serving out a prison sentence of 3 to 5, for
a crime I did not commit. I had been setup and my lawyer even though she appeared to be
one of the brightest had not been able to get me off. Little did I know that there were forces
at work who had insured that I would be found guilty and I would be sentenced to a lengthy
prison term. I could tell you the reader about how I lived previous to being sentenced, but
even now I guess it would not make much of a difference. I had been a model citizen with
just a few wild streaks running through my veins.

My first day in that dark, dank, hell hole of a prison, I was processed and assigned a cell.
My cell mate was a brute of a black man and over the course of my life in this prison I would
learn more about this brute then no one, but his parents could ever know. For this brute of a
man was to make me his property, his transgendered toy, his tv-bitch. On that first day in
prison I would never had believed this, but over the course of time my will was subjugated to
him and I can now say without hesitance that anyone who became his cell mate would have
endured the same fate which I now endure and yes I must say this with shame and loving
desire, which I endure because I am now completely his and willingly his at that. I no longer
care to be away from him and follow his every command because I want to, because I need
his strong forceful loving touch. I digress though, and need to let you know what has led me
up to this point in my life where I am now able to write about the changes which have been
brought upon me, some which I did not want and some which I came to accept and those
which I begged for, and those which I now wish to happen upon my release in the next
couple of weeks.

My first night in that prison cell was one of complete hell. Leo, that brute of a black male,
waited until the lights were out, then he began to force me out of my bunk and forced me to
kneel in front of him. He told me in no uncertain terms that from that time forward I was his
and that if I did not do everything that he wanted me to then I would be farmed out to every
other convict in the joint. He threatened that if I I tried to cause him pain in any way, then he
would inflict upon me the most devious, the most hellish pain that any one person could every
imagine. Looking deep into his eyes I knew without a doubt that if I did not go along with
him, if I did not agree to his terms and if I did try to cause him harm, then he would stay true
to his words and I would suffer unimaginable tortures. I thought that my chances of surviving
the next 3 to 5 years would depend upon how well I serviced him and how true I remained
to him. There was no doubt from that point onward that I was anything but what he wanted
me to be and that I would always fulfill his deepest desires, in so doing I was to become the
person I am today.

He told me that for tonight I would only have to give him the best blow job that I could
and he would give me strict guidance on insuring that I provided him the highest level of
pleasure. He had me undo his pants, pull them and his underpants down and told me to
gently fondle his black prick. I did so out of fear that if I did not go along with his sick
perverted mind then I would suffer greater humiliations. After fondling his prick for several
minutes he next had me kiss his ball, while still caressing his dick. As this was happening his
cock became hot and firm and extended to a rock hard length of close to twelve inches and
almost four inches in circumference. Next he instructed me to lightly kiss and lick his hot,
hard black prick. I continued to follow his orders out of increased fear that he would cause
me great pain and humiliation if I failed to. Finally Leo got down to business and
commanded me to take his black cock into my mouth and to suck and lick and deep throat
him. Once again I followed these commands out of fear. During this whole time he had a
firm hold on my hair and was pressing me constantly against his black prick. I continued to
perform for him following his instructions to the letter and after almost a half hour I could feel
his hot black cock pulsating in my mouth. I knew he was close to blowing a wad of cum and
tried to get his stiff black dick out. I was not able to succeed and felt his cock explode in my
mouth. He continued to pump a large load into my mouth and I tried to spit it out but he
forced me to swallow a large amount of his cum. After giving him the blow job he made me
continue to kneel there and told me to lick the cum off his black dick and also to wipe it off
my mouth and lick my fingers clean. He commanded me to swallow all of the left over cum.
Not once during this whole time did he leave go of my hair, and I could sense that any
movements I mad which he did not command would bring forth a tremendous amount of
pain to my body.

After completely following his commands I was released and hurried over to the small sink
vomiting up my stomach contents. He told me to get some rest and not to mention this to
any of the guards or... He left the threat hanging in mid-air and I knew that it was a threat he
would carry out. I slept fitfully that night unable to comprehend what had happened to me.

For the next month this scene was repeated every night and after a period of time I was
no longer rushing over to the sink to vomit. During daylight hours I could alway be seen by
his side and after a week every guard and prisoner knew I was the boy-toy of this big black
convict. For compiling with his commands I did recieve many things such as cigarettes, extra
food, gum, better clothes, and extra time in the showers. No one else messed with me for all
knew that to do so would bring forth his anger and retributions.

My second month in prison began and I was soon not only giving my black master a blow
job, but I was soon forced to give up my ass. The first time in which he took me and fucked
my ass was extremely severe and caused me great harm. I bled for several days during
which time he continued to take my ass but he was cautious and used protection, protection
not for me but for him. After several weeks of this new torment I was finally able to take his
cock without bleeding, but not without pain. Eventually even this pain subsided and after
almost three months of this continued humiliation I learned to climb into his bed without being
ordered. I am not sure when it happened but sometime around the sixth month of my being
in prison he would not let me into his bed one night. I feared that he had grown tired of
making me give him blow jobs and fucking my tender ass. Although I tried for almost two
hours he would not let me enter his bed and I finally gave up. I climbed into my own bed
and for the first time since my first night in prison I was not able to sleep. In the morning
when I awoke I climbed down off my bunk, and pleaded with him. I pleaded with him not
only out of fear that he would give me up to the general populace, but also and this really
scared me the most, out of a growing sexual desire to please him.

At the time I do not know what propelled me forward, to increase a submissive behavior
towards this hulking black man, but that is what I did. The terms he offered me were harsh
beyond any comparison. First he told me I would start to dress as a girl, and act as a girl
and not just any girl, but his girl. Second he informed me I woud have to begin to take on
many of the physical attributes of a girl. Thirdly he stated that I must always speak as a girl
would speak and in the smae tone and pitch of voice that a girl uses. Finally he informed me
that I must think of myself only as a girl from now on and that if he caught me acting,
dressing, speaking, and even thinking of myself as a male then he would toss me out to the
general populace. Reluctantly I agreed to his terms. Prior to heading out for breakfast that
morning he produced a pair of pink satiny panties with a lacy heart trim and a matching bra.
I was forced to wear these intimate under clothes of a girl all day long and even had to wear
them to bed. The following morning he handed me a box which containted many more
feminine undies including pantyhose, stockings, garter belts, and some heavely boned
girdles. For the next two weeks I was forced to constantly wear these feminine undies and
over a period of time I even began to like wearing them.

Unbeknown to me he had also started to feed me a daily supply of female hormones,
which were soon bringing about changes in my physical appearance. Over the course of the
next few months I began to notice a swelling around my chest, which soon began to form
into breasts of a girl just beginning puberty. The bras began to fill out and when Leon
noticed this occurring he increased the daily hormonal supplement. When he did this more
changes began to take affect and there were many a morning when I would awake and
notice the physical changes and break down sobbing. I was slowly losing control of hiding
my emotions and it seemed that for no reason at all I would burst out in tears. On the other
hand when Leon praised me for my feminine actions I would bust out with girlish pleasure
and plant hugs and kisses all over his body. His revenge upon me was taking shape and he
knew that in a short time I would become his white bitch completely in mind and body.

During the course of taking the hormones and wearing feminine clothes and acting,
thinking and behaving as a girl, I was also forced to increase my knowledge in providing
sexual pleasure to my man and other men as a girl would please her man. I learned many
techniques in providing a superb blowjob and whenever I brought about a high degree of
sexual pleasure to Leon I would receive compliments and a couple new sets of feminine
undies. I also learned how to perform sexy, strip tease dances, including lap dances and
table dances, and once again when my hulking black man was able to receive total sexual
satisfaction from viewing and participating in my sensual dances I would receive compliments
and more articles of feminine clothing. After about a month or so of learning to dance in a
very femininely sexaul manner I was given several sets of mini skirts and halter tops and
various other sweet sexy blouses, including several pairs of three inch heels. Upon receiving
these sexy feminine clothes I introduced them into my dancing act discarding my prison jeans
and shirts, which I know began to wear only out in the general areas. Whenever I was in my
cell with or without Leon present I would strip out of my jeans and shirt and slowly pull on
satin french cut style panties, matching silk padded bra, a sensual revealing blouse, and a tight
fitting mini skirt.

I was forced to perform many degradating sexual activities with several members of the
prison gang which Leon was a highly placed member of. I was forced to cherish the taste of
all of his friends thickly lengthy hung cocks. With each new form of deviant sexual activity I
was forced to perform and accomplished with a high degree of achievement I would recieve
praise from Leon. I was learning my place as his (and his friends) sex toy to be used in any
way imaginable by them. I was no longer an innocent within this prison population but was
now considered as Leon's bitch. I learned over the course of time that for each and every
member of his gang and several other cons which I was forced to provide sexual pleasures
to that Leon was receiving a healthy sum of money for my services. It mattered not what I
thought about in this regards and I knew I was now not only Leon's bitch, but that he was
also my pimp and I was his prostitute, his trashy tranny whore, his dirty slutty ho, his
property totally and completely with no rights other than those he bestowed upon me.

I soon lost all track of time and was forced to endure many changes upon my male
physique. Has it been nine months, a year or more, I just can't seem to fathom the time other
then that my knowledge has been shifted towards that of what I was becoming. My body
had changed greatly during this time and all the other members of this prison population (yes
including the guards) have been able to notice the changes. My hair has grown steadily
longer and hangs almost three inches below my shoulder blades. My chest now sports twin
mounds of quivering feminine flesh almost the size of a small mellon. They are firm in texture
and the nipples are about the size of a half dollar piece. My waist has shrunk from that of 34
inches to justly slightly over 24 inches. My hips and legs are now shaved, firm, and curvy in
a very feminine fashion. My ass has ballooned outwards and has firmed up and now
resembles the ass of a deviant sex goddess. My feet have had some sort of surgical
procedure performed on them and have been restructured so that they were only able to
comfortably fit into a size 5 pair of female shoes. The arches of my feet also had surgical
work performed so that I now could only feel comfort when wearing pumps and on several
occasions very high heels. My face has been wrought with changes also. My eyebrows
were tweaked, colored, contoured into high arches and plucked to a very thim stream. My
nose was molded into a small sensual nose with just a hint of an upward curve. My cheeks
were lightly filled with some sort of silcone in order to present my face with a slutty sultry
definition. My lips were surgically altered until they now resembled the lips of a garish slut
whore, puffy and painted a dark red.
I now resembled what my sugar daddy wanted my to represent. I looked and acted like a
common street walker, a lady of the night, I was now in many aspects what Leon desired to
bring out, I was his whore. How many of these changes came about was hidden from me
and not until many months after my release from prison and working the streets as his bitch
did I learn how he had been able to bring about these changes. Evidently one of the priosn
doctors had a desire for the bizzare and Leon had used this desire of the doctors to do all of
the work upon my body in exchange Leon had given the doctor free reign in the use of his
new slut. Many of these acts which the doctor performed upon me was while I was under
some form of hypnotic spell, probably brought about by some wicked drug. Whatever the
case these changes were accomplished lat at night after I had been drugged to sleep. One of
the many changes which were performed was not on my body per say, rather the change
was one of induced mind control. My mind was played with to such an extent that I was
soon only able to think of myself as a degraded sexy toy who lived to serve and service her
pimp, her man, her master, her sugar daddy.

The most startling revelation though was upon my release from prison I ws met at the gate by
my lawyer who was dressed to the hilt in form fitting leather. Upon my exit from that prison
she met me brought me to a waiting van, and there presented me with the type of clothes of
which I am now wearing on a daily basis. I ws forced to strip in the van and the first article
of clothing I was forced to don was a pale blue garter belt with a heart shaped lacey design.
Next came a pair of blue fishnet stockings, after which I ws forced to slip on a mathcing pair
of lacey blue thong panties which held my shriveled up tiny pecker. I was instructed to also
put on a matching lacey blue bra which I found provided a measure of comfort to my
quivering titties. The next order of clothing which I was forced to step into was a very short
dark blue-jean skirt which did nothing to hide the fact that my body was now that of a sexy
tramp. I was also forced to gather up and put on a lacey light pink form fitting blouse which
once again did not hide, but rather accentuated the fact that I now sported a set of titties
which any whore would be proud of sporting. Finally I was forced to step into a pair of
black fuck-me pumps with four inch heels. After I was dressed to her satisfaction she
started up the van and drove to a beauty salon where my hair was styled, my face was made
up and to top it all off each of my ear lobes were pierced not once, not twice, but three times
and within each of the holes were placed medium size loop earrings. Believing that this ws
the end of the humilation within the salon I was astonished to learn that it ws not so. I was
forced to turn over onto my stomach, my skirt was hiked up and my ass cheeks were
exposed. Upon my ass cheeks were tattooed to comments. On my left cheek was the
simple phrase Leon's Property. My right ass cheek soon sported the phrase Gutter Whore.
When all was said and done, I was shown similiar phrases tattooed onto the ass cheeks of
my lawyer, wo I was soon to learn was also my roommate, my keeper, my trainer, and had
been a piece of property for Leon for almost five years. I would also learn that I had been
set up by her in court to take the fall and thus deliver me into the hands of hers and now our
pimp, our owner, Leon.

After completing the makeover at the salon we got back in the van and drove to her
apartment and I was shown to my room. There I was amazed at what I saw. The closet
was full of the sexist skirts, dresses and pantsuits, that would be the envy of many a hooker.
They were the clothes I would be wearing from now on and which I would grow to love to
wear. The burear drawers were full of the skimpest and sexest assortment of lingerie and
there were many pairs of fuck-me pumps and leather boots which over the course of living
here I would wear in order to present a highly defined whorish presence. There was a
make-up desk which carried a large assortment of lipsticks, eyeliners, blushes, rouges, false
finger nails, earrings, lotions, brushes, combs, and an ansundry of other feminine articles. I
was not given long to check out this room and soon found myself on the street with my
lawyer now my trainer and for the first time was forced to turn tricks. My training in prison
paid off and I was able to earn over $400 on my first night as a hooker. All of the money
was collected and during the course of the next couple of weeks I spent each and every night
out on the streets and when I finally ws able to return to our apartment I was given a
complete shakedown on what I had done and how I could perform better. I would finally
crawl into bed and soon be fast asleep before the sun would rise, awakening around
mid-day to start the cycle all over again. After two weeks of this same cycle day in and day
out I was presented with $250 with which I was to use to have my hair done over, to have a
complete body waxing, and to purchase feminine hygiene supplies.

Over the course of the next twelve months this cycle was to repeat itself, and after a period
of time I knew that in order to be the type of whore which I looked upon my ex-lawyer as -
a high class whore - that I needed to go the final step. This was the final act of degradation
which I ws forced to endure and on a breezy Monday morning I was wheeled into an
operating room where upon a unique surgical procedure was performed. A well respected
team of surgeons who owed Leon and the kingpins of the underworld allegiance had been
monitoring me for many months and knew my medical history. They had found the perfect
donor and when I was wheeled into that surgical room, one half of the team was fast at work
in an adjorning surgical suit removing from a young unknown female her ovaries, and the
attached uterine tubes. They were soon brought into the surgical suit I was in and with
remarkable care placed into my abdomin. The surgical team working upon me also
completed the surgical re-assignment procedure and when I awoke several hours later was
now the picture of a complete female. I soon learned after my discharge from the hospital
what had been accomplished when with a week of my discharge I experienced my first
menstrual period. Yes I had to continue to take hormonal shorts for several months after the
surgery during which time the doctors found that I was soon developing female hormones
and would soon not need to use the hormone medicines.

My keeper, my trainer, my roommate, and my now lesbian lover, taught me how to live with
these changes and after only two weeks of being out of the hospital I was back on the streets
turning tricks for my pimp. I was now in every sense of the word a whore and reveled in the
idea of making money by spreading my legs and letting men fuck me deep within my new
pussy. I took great care when the time of the month came so as not to become pregnant for
I did not want to loose favor with Leon and knew that for me to survive in this world of
hookers and pimps that I had to make for my pimp the greatest amount of money per night
that I as a common street walker could make.

 

 

 

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