This choice: With the Department of Corrections • Go Back...Chapter #3With the Department of Corrections. by: Mr. George The two officers shared a smile, before turning back to Carol. "It's just the usual. One prisoner for transfer. A trouble maker at his old prison, we're here to help HER, adjust and transfer to her new prison."
"Was he a rapist?" she asks a degree of delight in the question clear in her tone.
"No, just a bad influence. She's been selected for the full transformation, both physical and mental."
Carol fixes the prisoner in his cuffs, joy in her voice, as she states the full procedure.
"From the paperwork, she's going to become a flighty, busty bimbo." her finger running down the page, as she confirms the details, "Her actual crimes, and current body to be made unmentionable."
She smirks, "Her new punishment to be listed as prostitution."
He thrashed between the firm grip of the officers. His bonds in no danger of breaking.
"I can add a freebie, if you wish?" she offers the men, "We have a speech impediment that'll ensure she's not taken seriously, an adorable lisp."
The stocky guard with sergeant stripes gives a nod of approval, and Carol makes a theatrically big tick on the paperwork.
"You'll find it's not just men that make sexist assumptions, cutie pie." Carol reaches towards the prisoner.
"You certainly won't be seen as anything other than a girly-girl nugget, a prize for the meanest bitch on your wing."
Despite his thrashing, and writhing, he was secured inside the machine. The metal bands snapping across his chest, and waist. The chamber door slid shut with a soft, but solid thunk. The sound of handcuffs rattling came from inside, as the process started. Thought the threats and protests soon softened, voice cracking, shifting higher and higher as it changed.
"Bye bye, Jack... Hello, Jakki." as the slimmer guard tapped the door softly.
Even those cries faded as Jakki's changes transformed her body in it's entirety.
When the door hissed open again five minutes later, a gorgeous blonde was revealed. A full firm chest abundantly, proudly displayed, softly rising and falling as she breathed. Her face framed by a mane of hair.
"Wake the slut up." the stockier guard said.
Eager to please, the slimmer guard reached forward, and gave her a poke.
"Wake up, slut."
Her eyes snapped open, wide and terrified, "Fudge You. I'm no swut..."
Horror replaced terror, as her own words sank in. She couldn't even f'dgn swear. Her voice a throaty purr useful only for sexual promise.
"Come on Jakki."
A couple of clicks slipped out, as the handcuffs were tightened around her slimmer wrists. A look of defeat, that she'd failed to grasp an opportunity for escape.
"So you're the big time bank robber, the headman."
A snarl on Jakki's face looking more cute than threatening.
"Tell me all about it."
Swallowing Jakki glowered straight at her tormentor. But before she could threaten him, or say a word about his crime, a fit of giggles burst from her lips. Her perfect white teeth clicked together. Swallowing once more, she tried again. Once again, a fit of giggles came instead. A hand snatched up to her mouth, covering it with those crimson talons. Jakki slowly took in how weak and thin her arms were now, too.
"Tell me about your whoring?" he asked.
"I'm no whoa.."
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The guards smiled, "Yeah, that'll do."
The bands across her chest and waist snapped aside. | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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