The Prisoner

I feel like this one is ripe for a sequel. What do you all think? 🙂

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Janette roared, “I can’t fucking believe this!” and shoved me.

I tottered on my high heels and let out a little cry as I fell onto my butt. “Honey, please, let me explain.”

“There’s nothing to explain. You’re a pervert. And this is why your jumpsuits were always so baggy when I visited you in prison. Jesus, it all makes sense.”

I stayed on the floor, looking up at her with a devastated expression. I didn’t want to stand back up ever again. I wanted to crawl into a hole and die. “I’m not a sissy. I didn’t want any of this. I did this for you.”

“For me?” Janette cried. “What, did you think I was a closet lesbian?”

I smacked the carpet, hoping to make my frustration known, but I probably only looked cute. “Listen to me! On the inside there was this guy named Sokolov. He basically ran the place and, well, he decided because I was short and skinny and I had a pretty face that I was, uh, going to be his girlfriend.” 

“And you just surrendered?”

“Hell no! I tried to be strong. I didn’t really care what he’d do to me. But then he started threatening to hurt you. See, he has connections. He coulda had some assholes mess you up, and I couldn’t bear the thought of that.”

“So you gave in to save me?”

I nodded, hoping she’d see my actions for what they were: Courageous. “He made me take pills and dress like a girl. And…you know…do stuff with him. But coming home like this was the last time I need to wear this shit. He said after that he’d leave me alone.”

“You’re so stupid,” Janette said, shaking her head. “You’re a stupid, weak, pathetic man.”

Tears sprang to me eyes. “Why would you say that? What else could I have done?”

“You could have fought back! Hell, you could have killed him.”

“But then I’d be facing a murder charge, too.”

Janette crossed her arms. “So you’d rather spend a year and a half of sucking some guy’s dick? You’re pathetic. You deserve to be a sissy.”

I felt my face flush. “I’m still a man where it counts.”

“Yeah? Where?” She  kneeled and grabbed my diminished package through my panties, giving it a firm squeeze. “Here? Ha. Listen, that was never much to write home about, and now it’s even smaller.”

“Stop it,” I said, trying to pull away.

“The only place you’re a man is in your head. You’re a sissy, and that’s what you’ll be from now on.”

“From now on?” I said, wiping my eyes. “You...you mean I can stay?”

“Of course you can stay. I’m not gonna let some wannabe gangster take you away from me. But you’re definitely getting a lesson in gender roles.”

“I am? What...what does that mean?”

She grabbed my wrist and yanked me to my feet. “It means you’re gonna become the woman you should’ve been from the start.”

“But I don’t know how to be a woman! I mean, I know how to do my hair and makeup and stuff, but I don’t know anything else.”

“You’ll learn. And you’re gonna love it, because you’re gonna do it for me. Understood?”

“Yes, ma’am,” I replied.

“Good girl. Now, let’s get you into a dress and head to the mall for your new wardrobe. Were you supposed to send pictures to this Sokolov guy?” I nodded. “Well,” Janette said, “We’re going to have a fashion show that’ll make his fucking mouth water. I’ll show this asshole that you’re my sissy now.”