You look up to the stern faced judge, know you had a 'Bimbo' judge. Your defence had been ripped apart with their poor preparation. You had hoped that it wasn't really necessary, as you hadn't done the crime. The cost of scrimping on your legal defence was now starting to feel very foolish. Your lawyer had his head lowered, knowing his defeat and failure. But, it was you who was going to pay the price.
As the trial had proceeded, you realised that you'd simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Stumbling across the crime scene, and bumping into the actual offender as he fled. You told the police about the other man, again and again. Apoligising repeatedly for not noticing any particular details about him. The description you gave was vague beyond his rough height, build, and race.
The hope that remained was you would be sentenced to prison rather than... the alternative. You could hardly bear to thing of that... of those changes being forced on you, as your imagination too easily supplied the nightmares you'd previously enjoyed as a man. Certainly, you'd enjoyed the sight of the various bimbos as they went about their business.
Shuddering you think about joining their ranks! Being seen as one... Being one!
Idly, you wondered if the judge was hiding an erection behind the bench. There had to be a reason that was the sentence he was renowned for delivering!
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