Forced To Be Female Part 2

The next day I woke up to find a different uniform than I had the day before. It was the same color but alterations had been made. The back pockets were gone and the fit was very tight. Mike told me he had shorts and more pairs of panties. He handed me a packet that had prison makeup. Basically crushed bricks and ash mixed with something else (to be used as rouge and eye liner). He told me to keep most of the items in the laundry were I worked so not to lose them in a room search. He started to walk out the cell for breakfast and told me to make his bed before I left and to join him at the chow hall. I did what I was told and made the bed, put on the pants (but not the make-up). I reasoned with myself that at least I would defy him this much. Maybe I could hold on to a shred of myself.
When I got to the chow hall I didn’t look for Mike, I was scared because I knew that I had not done what he said, so I tried to avoid him. I was approached by 3 black guys and they told me to come with them, Mike is waiting. I got in line behind Mike, received my food and followed him to a table. He immediately grabbed me by the hair and asked if I had said that I would be his bitch. Just yesterday, do you remember? I told him that I remembered. He let me go and said nothing more, just ate. I ate very little. We went back to the dorm for count and he still didn’t say anything.