Forced To Be Female Part 1
Introduction:
This started when I was 18 years old. I did some bad things that I would rather not go into and was sentenced to 15 years in Florida Department of Corrections.
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. I knew that I couldn’t beat him, I knew the guards weren’t going to help me, and I knew deep down that there really wasn’t anything I could do. When the time for lights out was near, I stood up and asked him if he would promise not to tell anyone if I agreed. He said that no one needs to know our business and it had been awhile for him and he would get off fast. I laid back down in my bunk and was sick with embarrassment and guilt, but most of all, fear. When the light finally went out, I waited and waited and waited until finally after about an hour and a half he jumped down and sat on my bunk.
He asked me if I had ever taken it in the ass before. I told him that I have never done anything before with a guy. He pulled his cock from his boxers and told me to touch it. He was very large and I took him in my hand. He then grabbed my hair and pushed my head down on him. He made me suck him until he got off, but before he did he told me that girls in prison don’t waste cum and that I had better swallow all of it. I did as I was told and then immediately went to the toilet and puked. He laughed and said I would get used to it.
I can’t even begin to feel how ashamed I was and went back to my bunk and cried. I hadn’t cried since I was 10 years old but that night I cried. Finally after hours of tormenting myself I fell asleep only to be shaken awake buy my cell mate. He told me it was time. I asked him what he meant, I said I thought I did what you wanted. He said that the reason he let me get away with giving him head, was so that he could last when he was inside of me. He said that it had been awhile and he didn’t want my first experience to be quick. You are a virgin and need special care he said.
Black guys were able to purchase hair grease from the cantine and he pulled his cock out and started lubing it up. He told me to turn over and lose my boxers. I did what I was told. He took a finger and lubed my asshole and then two fingers. The whole time I was biting my pillow, for I couldn’t scream because then other inmates might hear and know what was happening. After what seemed like an eternity he started to push his cock inside me. Like I said he was quite large and it felt like I was being torn, when he finally got it inside me I thought for sure I must be bleeding everywhere. He started slow and asked me if I can handle it. I told him no and please hurry. He told me that this was going to take awhile, getting off twice always does he said. I guess it took in actuality 3 to 5 minutes, but it was the longest 3 minutes of my life. When he finally got off he was pumping very hard and grabbed my hair. He immediately pulled out of me and pulled me by the hair and pushed my mouth on his cock. Obviously his dick was messy with grease, cum and shit. He said clean it and get used to this because its how you will clean it every time. When I was done he climbed back in his bunk and went to sleep. I cleaned up the best I could and sat crying.
The next day I was depressed, embarrassed and had thoughts of killing myself. He was nice to me, asked me if I was ok. He tried to get me involved in conversation. I finally asked him if he was going to make me do anything tonight, He smiled and said that I could give him head tonight and that was all I needed to do. He said that my pussy must be sore so we can take the night off.
The next day he was let out of the cell to sweep and mop the cell block floor and when he came back he said, lets talk. He said that he has taken care of everything and my time will be easy now. I asked him what he meant. He said that he had spoken with his homey and when I get out of lockup he would take care of me. I said what do you mean take care of me. He said you are a bitch now and you need someone to take care of you. If you don’t get someone, you are just going to be raped and beaten and treated like dirt. I said I thought you told me you weren’t going to tell, he said he didn’t have to, the guards knew when they put you in with me what was going to happen. Anyway, you will have someone to take care of you and that is what you are going to need.
I stayed with him for 5 days and they put me back into GenPop.
When I got back to General Population I was sent back to the dorm that I started in. The guys that I came in with were reassigned to other dorms by then. I couldn’t tell who knew, I thought everyone did. I found out quickly that word had spread and white guys wouldn’t even look at me and when they did, they said things like fuck boy and whore. I was alone, humiliated and scared. About a week went by and I hadn’t been approached by anyone. It was time to get assigned a permanent dorm. The first shock was being assigned to the honor dorm. The honor dorm was reserved for inmates who were clean for 6 months (no write-ups) The second shock was it wasn’t a dorm, it was cells but with regular doors, not bars. I was put in the downstairs dorm, which had two people per room, upstairs was single rooms. Believe it or not, I thought my luck had changed. I had just got written up a week ago, and the less violent inmates were housed in the honor dorm.
My new roommate was black guy named Mike. I later found out that he was the leader of the Miami gang (not formally a gang, just a homeboy thing.) Anyway, Mike introduced himself and said he knew my cellmate in lockup and pulled some strings to get me moved in here. He told me that I owed him for this and I need to pay him back. He said that he would take it out in trade. At that time I was still in denial, I thought that the nightmare was behind me.
I quickly told him that I didn’t owe him anything, I never asked him for anything. He said, lets take a look at the cards on the table. I can get you sent back to one of the dorms where you will promptly be raped and beaten. If you go to the guards, you maybe able to get protective custody. That will last for 30 days and when you come out, it all happens again. Or you can be with me and live in the honor dorm, be protected and not have to fight everyday of your sentence. He told me to think on it and let him know after the evening chow.
I had no one to go to. The other inmates knew I had been fucked and would treat me like trash, worse than trash from the whites, for being fucked by a black was the equivalent of slime to them. I thought seriously about killing myself, but I was a coward and couldn’t. After the evening meal, Mike found me with 4 of his friends. He asked me what my answer is. I asked him what I would have to do? He answered “anything I want you to do”. I could feel myself starting to cry, tears were coming down my face and I said, OK. He said that ok wasn’t good enough, I asked him what he wanted me to say. He said tell me you want to be my bitch, tell me you want my cock, tell me you will do whatever I want. I repeated what he wanted me to say, in front of his 4 friends and they laughed at me.
He brought me back to his room where he had two queens there. Queens are well known fuckboys and dress like women as much as they can. He told them to get me ready and left. They called me girl and bitch and had me take my pants and boxers off. They brought me over to the sink and each started shaving my legs. After they shaved me they gave me a pair of pink panties. They told me to put them on after lights out. They gave me a mustard bottle with a pen’s body sticking out the spout. They told me that unless I liked eating shit than I should douche with it, because Mike will make me clean his cock with my mouth. Then they left.
I decided that I didn’t really know what to do with the mustard bottle so I hid it under my mattress. Mike came back to the room later and after count the lights went out. I was so scared, I couldn’t even think of fighting, my legs were bare, and I was supposed to put on panties. How did life ever come to this. My fear made me decide to put the panties on. Just in time for Mike jumped down from the top bunk. He sat on my bunk and had me stand up. He told me to move into the light coming through our door window. I was crying again and I did what he said. He told me to turn around and show me your pussy. I did what he said and he made me sway my hips. He pulled me closer and made me move to his crotch and continue to dance. He felt my smooth legs and I could occasionally feel him getting hard. He stood grabbed my hair and forced me to my knees. He made me take his cock out and use my tongue. His balls were sweaty and the smell was bad, but he made me tongue him everywhere. He bent me over my bunk and greased me and himself up. He fucked me hard and again I started crying and pleading for him to stop. He finally did, but only after he got off and shoved my face on his cock and told me to clean him. I laid there that night wondering how I was ever going to come to terms with my life. I was being forced to be some ones slave. I cried again.
