Forced To Be Female Part 1

For the first month things were ok. I went to a classification center to be processed and find out what prison I would be sent to. Florida had 130 institutions at the time. The most feared prison for what we were called (youthful offenders) was Sumter Correctional Institution. Gladiator School it was called and no one wanted to go there. Well as luck has it I was sent to Sumter. Those of us on the bus immediately decided to band together to protect ourselves. Looking back on that day, I realized that banding together with a bunch of white kids was not the smartest thing to do.
We got off the bus and went into receiving. We were given uniforms that unfortunately singles you out as being new. We were then marched out across the compound of 1800 prisoners during lunch, so everyone was in their perspective dorms. The cat calls and lude remarks that we were subjected to was terrifying. We were all brought to the same dorm. I thought this was great because we could stick together.
I am going to jump back a little here to tell you what I was like. I was white, blonde, 18 years old, 140 lbs, middle class background and from the northeast, not Florida.
Ok, so we get to our dorms and during lunch some white inmates come to us (the new inmates) and tell us that we are outnumbered by the black inmates 4 to 1 and we need to stick together. I was told that if any black inmate approaches me and tries to run games, just hit him immediately to show all that you are not a punk. Sure enough that evening after count a black guy comes up to me and asks me if I have a daddy yet. I didn’t even answer him, I hit him and we fought for about 30 seconds before the guards (screws) broke it up and we were brought to lockup. When I was being processed for lockup one of the guards told me that it was useless to fight for someone like me. I was too pretty and that no matter what I was going to be turned out. I told him to fuck off. He just smiled and said we’ll see. They took me to a cell and opened the door, inside the cell was a huge black guy, heavily muscled and about 250 lbs. The guard whispered in my ear and said fuck off huh?
I made my bunk (bottom bunk) and didn’t speak to the guy until he asked me if I wanted to check out one of the books he had. I got one from him and said thanks. I guess about an hour went by before he said “you know, when the lights go out, you are going to either fuck or fight”. “Even if you do fight, the screws aren’t going to come and you’re going to fuck anyway”. I told him that I didn’t want any trouble. I just wanted to do my time. He replied that it was ok, and then he jumped down and sat next to me. He said look, I am going to be transferred out next week and no one needs to know. All you have to do is please me for a week, and then you can do your time as you please. He said that he was doing life and no matter what I said or did, I was getting some dick tonight.
He jumped back in his bunk and the rest of the day I was left to think about this.