Forced To Be Female Part 6

Lockup. I was brought to dc (disciplinary confinement). I was put in a small cell by myself. I was there a week before anyone besides the other locked up inmates even spoke to me. I was transported wearing shackles in front of a disciplinary team. I was found guilty and scheduled to be sent to Raiford Prison in Stark Florida. This is the worst prison in the Florida system. I figured that I only had a short few weeks, maybe a month to live. The next week, I was brought to see one of the guidance counselors. I gave him a glazed over version of my story and I was told that I had maimed Thye for life. He would have scars on his face as long as he lived. I thought to myself that I would have scars the rest of my life also, because of him. Three days went by and I was brought out to speak to a guy from a well known human rights group that I won’t say the name of to protect my privacy. Anyway I spoke with him and gave him the same glazed over version of my story that I gave to the guidance counselor. The next day I was brought out to see a woman from the same group. She sat me down and told me she wanted to talk to me. She said that the reason she was there was because they believe it would be easier for me to tell my story to her than a man. I told her that I would tell her my story minus the names of the people who were involved. It took 2 weeks for me to tell her everything in detail. She was taking notes and wanted all the details that I could remember. During this time she arranged testing for Aids and other STD’s. Luckily or should I say miraculously everything came back negative. It was hard to say goodbye to her on the last day. She told me that after hearing my story they had my transfer reclassified to Cross City Correctional Institution. She said that it was a much mellower institution than both Sumter and Raiford and wished me luck.


(Before I continue here, I have some additional information. I meet a guy named Tiffany. Tiffany was a preop transsexual. I refer to Tiffany as she, not only because referring to her as female is was what he would want, but because I believe him when he told me he was a female stuck in a male’s body. Tiffany was 5’1” 103lb black male. Everything about him, from his nails, face, eyes, body shape, skin and manner was female. The only thing male about him was his plumbing. I wasn’t able to stay in touch with Tiffany after he got out, but I firmly believe that if he was able to get the operation, he could easily make a living as a female model.)
The next week I transferred out. I was hoping this would change my situation and I could have a semblance of control. As soon as I was brought to my new cell (two person cells), I started to look for a queen, for I knew that it was just a matter of time before everyone would know I was fucking at Sumter and I hoped I could get some advice from one of the queens. I met this guy who’s nickname was Tiffany. He/She was a girl in every way except sexual organs. I have never till this day seen a guy who looked so much like a beautiful black woman as Tiffany did. I asked her if she could give me some advice about Cross City and she agreed. She was in the same dorm as I and told me to come to her room after supper count. I met her there and I told her my circumstances. I told her what I had been through at Sumter and she was horrified. She told me not to worry about anything. She asked me if I wanted to room with her and I agreed.

It took about a week before we could make the arrangements (pay a guard) and I was moved to her cell. I got a job working in the silkscreen shop at PRIDE. Prison Rehabilitative Industries Diversified Enterprises. The first day after work, Tiffany introduced me to a guy nicknamed Apache. He was a big black guy who supposedly had a mix of Indian in him, but I couldn’t tell. Tiffany told me that I would need to pay Apache weekly for protection and occasionally give him a little sex and I could either live in peace or turn tricks to make my own money. I was instantly skeptical. I said let me guess, I need to service him until I can pay him, right? She told me that I needed to get clear on something. She said that she would take care of everything, she would pay for everything and the only thing I needed to remember is that I owe her.

Later that night she was putting together what she called a business plan. She told me that I would have to turn 5 tricks a week to pay for protection and live comfortably. She was telling me that I would need someone to do my laundry and sewing, I would need new panties, makeup and meals. I said don’t we get meals at the chow hall and she replied yes if you want to eat that shit. She said she had her own cook, a guy who works in the kitchen. He fixes meals and we can eat them here. I was impressed with her situation. All of her pants were tailored to her ass and legs, she had real silky panties, she taped herself with surgical tape (not duct tape), she had perfume, real makeup and a stash of pot. I told her how nice everything she had was and she told me that in a couple of days I would have the same. Again she said she would pay for it.

I believe that looking back at Tiffany, I can understand why now I have a thing for femdom and transvestites. She made me service her, not how I thought it would be. Our first encounter she tied me face down to the bed. She put her cock in my mouth and made me suck her incredible 8inch cock. She turned around and told me to lick her pussy (her ass). I was incredibly turned on, but she told me if I was servicing her, I would be taped and not get a hard on. She said I owed her, she didn’t owe me. I was in pain because I wanted to fuck that beautiful ass. I wanted to treat her like a woman and fuck her hard. She moved to my ass and started to finger it. First 1 finger then spoke to me in that husky feminine voice and said relax. I want to play. I did as I was told and she slipped another finger in my ass. She had small hands and fingers, so this wasn’t so hard to do. When she put 3 fingers in and spread them it became more difficult. Again she kissed the back on my neck and all the way to my ass and said relax. I again relaxed and she slipped 4 fingers in and spread them. I started to squeeze back and she just left it there and told me to relax. After what seemed like hours she could feel me relaxing and she slipped the 5th finger in. At this point I figured I was as relaxed as I could get, but she patiently waited and kissed my ass until she felt my ass muscles relax again. She started to slowly make a fist and I was thinking I was going to tear, she moved her fist in and out. After about a minute of this she released her fist and pulled her hand out. I sighed a relief and then she pushed her cock inside me and fucked me extremely slow, kissing and lightly biting my neck and back. When it was time for her to get off she got off me and stroked her cock in my face until she blew in on my face and tongue. She then moved back behind me and put 3 fingers back in my ass, she felt around until she found my prostate. She started to caress it I guess you would call it and I was ready to jump out my skin, and all of a sudden I started to cum. I was so fuckin amazed and blown away she began to giggle. She said you really don’t know anything do you. I was blushing when she untied my hands and feet. I cleaned up while she redressed herself.

I said what did you do? She replied that she had got me off and now I owe her even more. Don’t expect to get that all the time. Remember you owe me, not the other way around. Over the next week she dressed me the way she wanted, always trying to make me as feminine as her. This obviously wasn’t possible. She set up my times with Apache, she set up my customers(which was only two), she made me wait on her, shave her, wash her in the shower and made me have sex with her when she wanted. I thought or hoped that I would get to fuck her, but she never let me. Other than Apache I never saw anyone fuck her, but everyone wanted to. We were walking across the compound one day and she told me that she rarely lets anyone fuck her. She says she gets off on the desire. She said, don’t you feel it? I asked her what she meant and she told me to pay attention to my surroundings. Walk over to the basket ball court, by yourself stay there for oh let’s say 20 minutes come back and find me and tell me what you see and feel. Pay attention to how everyone looks at you and talks to you. It is a rush.