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This is a different sort of short story. I love the fare on Fictionmania, but
sometimes get tired of the same bump-and-grind sex plots, just because
there aren?t that many ways to present the material. This story is subtle,
has no graphic scenes, no explicit language or descriptions, and really no
transformations? all that is in the character?s future, and left to the
reader?s imagination. Some language may be slightly offensive in it?s
crudeness, so be forewarned. It also has much ?Jack L. Chaulker? type
explanation of facts and statistics ? so if you don?t like that style, please
skip over that part, I don?t mind. This started out as a horrible dream
when I had the flu, but I had to work out the numbers after I woke up. I
suppose I had been working too many logic puzzles at the time. Let me
know if there is interest in a sequel where this poor no-name fellow writes
down what happen to him? which could be in a more conventional
Fictionmania style? there was much more in my dream.
Rated G - Forced m to f transformation - Sci-Fi ? age-adult
Orlando
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You gotta understand, my mind is still sorta weird with numbers and
statistics.
It had started the way always begins with me? I had a problem and I
stared figuring, and my head was about to bust. I had to get an angle on
what was coming and what the odds were. I suppose all us peoples gifted
with high IQs have to know the angle, the best chance, the way to play on
margin, whatever - anything to get an edge. And this time, dammit, it
looked like State Rehabilitation had all the advantages.
Of course big government had it planned that way, hundreds of years
experience in putting away people like me? people that was smarter than
the system. It seemed they had gotten pretty good at it. It didn?t help me
much that State Rehabilitation had pretty much perfected an ?escape-free
asylum,? as they called it, a place for ?the rehabilitation of the non-
conforming and aberrant members of society,? hah!
We in the know, us street-smarts, we just called it the ?prison station.?
Oh yeah, a station spinning in space, above the snooty, pampered, earth-
bound mother society that needed protection from the likes of me. Or
rather, of us, as we were three in the damn shuttle, bunched tight like rats
? held tight against near zero gravity ? like we would escape or somethin?
if allowed to drift free.
Only one of us was halfway happy with the situation. My stomach
churned from the nausea of the lift-off, despite the tranq dosage pressure
injected into our asses to keep us docile on the way up. Three of us to go
to the station ? all males?
And that soon to change, at least for two of us?
? Unless junior-g-man over there was a bit kinky and voluntarily asked
for a change, ha!
A dapper little guy in a bright green coverall, he was. From what I could
see, seams pressed, green badges of rank rampant on his sleeves? Bruce
or Butch or whatever the hell he said his name was, like I cared a rats-ass.
He wasn?t in a foul mood like me and the other gent, us other two in bright
orange. Shit, that poor greeny bastard was voluntarily going to the same
place as us, maybe for a longer stay, I didn?t know and didn?t ask. But at
least he was gonna keep his sanity, his freedom? and his God-given
gender!
Bastard, bastard, bastard, I hated him and I couldn?t even remember his
name. Ole green-togs claimed that he was going up as a Class II ?asylum
attendant,? a polite society name for a ?screw?, a prison dick. Definitely
second class, I thought. Stupid class fere sure!
I could not understand why any man would do such a thing, committing to
such a dismal place as a prison space station spinning hundreds of miles
above the ole home-world, isolated from bars, brothels and the other
comforts of home. I had heard the pay was poor and the hours were
brutal. The SOB musta been in it for benefits or something, because to
stay on a prison station for 24 hours a day, seven days a week, 365 days a
year? Man! Gawd ?awful? had to be like a prison sentence of its own.
Uhhh, I meant to say ?asylum station.? I would need to learn ta always
spit back the propaganda, or they wouldn?t think I was a good boy ? shit,
good girl ? jeez, whatever? I didn?t want to think on all that right now.
I heard guards signed up for five years with a penalty clause for early
departure. Hell, word on the street was the poor SOB?s could only make
three years on the average. This bozo looked stupid enough to make that,
all-right.
And the near-do-well aside me - shit, he looked about burned out and I
guessed he was facing more than me. HA, more than the 12 months I had
been awarded as a prize for boosting AutoMED machines. How?s I to
know that fat-bastard fence-dude was a set-up? Jiminy-crap, how?s a
bright guy like me gonna make an easy living off the doof-ass public?
Twelve long months ? damn? and as a friggin? chick!
Looking closer in his face I could see absolute desolation mixed with
dumb acceptance. Hummmm, before he freaked as the tranqs gave out,
maybe I could get some info outta him. He definitely had that ?been-
there? look on him and I had never been off dear mother-earth. I
wondered if he could even talk good?
?Hey!? I said with my usual tact, ?what shit-box you in, ole man??
He looked at me bleakly, like he thought me low dung on the bottom of
the sea, but I suppose he thought it was easier to answer than to try to
ignore me for another hour or so? anything ?til that Gawd-awful moment
of automatic docking and the approach of the welcoming committee. At
least he didn?t give me a one finger salute I half expected.
?Unnnnnnn?? he said.
Crime-iny, this was gonna be more difficult than I thought.
?Hey, whacha goin? in for?? I purposely kept my language skills at shit-
low level so as to keep this loser from knowing how much sharper I was
than him. I?m smart like that, you see, specially with these ole Cons.
?Life,? he muttered.
Damn, what-a-bitch, I thought.
But maybe he could be a source of info. These lifers were on the last
swing of the friggin ?three strikes you?re out? laws that prevailed in these
wonderful times. I didn?t even care what he was convicted for, too many
parking tickets would get your end in a vice if-in you pissed off the wrong
guy. Playing it dumb and dumber I casually asked him what it was all
about, what was coming? up. Actually, I already knew the prison station
we were headed toward was for Class I through Class III offenders. My
so called lawyer had told me all that.
?What?s dat mean, life?? I replied in my stupidest voice.
?Quit being an jerk-ass,? he countered. ?If you goin? up here, you gotta
know what to expect!? At least he was now talking in complete sentences.
?Okay ? okay, you got me. Three Groups I know that. Group I - major
offender or multi-minor offender, non-type A offences, one year.. that?s
me?
?All groups are for type B or less worse offences or you wouldn?t be
goin? up here, ya?d be dead cause they woulda fried you ass!?
Jerk, I thought, let me finish my thinkin??
?Group II ? same as I except second conviction, twelve years, no parole.?
He kept his mouth shut. ?Group III ? three time loser, life, but with the
possibility of parole unless there was some type of holy-shit type A
offence involved.
?Too much groups-types-classes shit for me to remember. Just say one
year, twelve year , forever and be done with it!? This guy was too hyped-
out, the tranqs must be loosing hold of him.
?Group III, eh?? I said in my usual tactful manner. ?Shit, you are one
screwed fellow.?
?Screwed ?bitch,? you mean!? And then he dropped back into his own
thoughts. Wasn?t gonna get much more outta him. One more try.
?Is it true you can work it somehow to stay a man??
Huhhh, if you are in for a 12 year-girly, if everything works to your favor,
if you are a goody-two-shoes for at least a year, you might have a shot at
it, but only after a year a puttin? out, you know, after they look at you and
decide you won?t escape from their lit?le paradise into the friggin near
vacuum of space, or something equally dumb-ass. But as a Lifer-girl, I am
screwed. Too many of us, too few guards ? no hope ? I?m a dead man.?
?Actually, a dead woman,? I said under my breath. He didn?t hear me.
He looked at me and grinned. ?No real chance for you to stay anywhere
near what you are, either.?
Now I was confused, what the hell did that mean?
I knew a hundred years or so ago the powers that be had decided that
females were more likely to respond to rehabilitation and all that shit
(weaker, easier to control ? emotionally off-balance all the time ? more
responsive to suggestion ? other bull shit). Therefore all future ?asylum
clients? were to be rehabilitated (incarcerated) in female bodies, regardless
of original sex, for the duration of their ?stay.? I knew that we ? except the
doof-ass guard ? soon, very soon, would be placed in women?s bodies.
But why was this dude sayin? he was so screwed? There had to be an
angle? something here to help me.
?Why you so screwed?? I asked straight out.
?Go figure,? was all he said. Jerk!
?I need to know more stuff so I can work it out!? I whined. He had me ?
I always liked puzzles.
He stayed dumb-ass mute for a minute and I thought I?d have to work with
what I already knew, but then he opened up again. Turns out he was
pretty bright, not as smart as me or he wouldn?t have been a three-time
loser ? whatta he call it, Lifer-girl?? - but apparently bright enough to
really understand the friggin desolate future a-what faced him. It
depressed me? and I am a happy type guy! Maybe it wouldn?t be too bad
for me? I needed to work it out?
I said I was smart and I remembered this from the History Channel (know
your enemy):
The Space Station ?Miss Lou Asylum?
Built 2040 ? 2050 ? shit, about 100 years ago
Type I through III non-Type A ?clients ? friggin prisoners to tell
the truth!
Capacity 100 persons max
Group I ? 1 Year 22 always
Group II ? 12 Year 22 always
Group III ? life* 22 always * with possible parole
(yeah, right!)
Guards ? full residence 33 (ratio 1 guard per 3 friggin
clients ? shit!)
Warden (1 year rotating) 1 probably another loser with
no life back on mother-earth!
Shuttle Delivery Schedule
Yearly trips 12 - usually monthly
Capacity (arrival) 3 persons
(mandated full capacity by budget committee - cheap SOB?s always
wanted a full load)
Capacity (departure) 3 persons
(not mandated ? allowing for burial in space instead of returning the body
to earth)
More:
(89 years of operations ? how did I remember that? - had caused a routine
operation to set in ? which I could use to forecast average results for future
operations ? my future - brilliant, heh?)
Average turnover time of guards about 3 years = 11 rotate through per
year = about one per trip each way,
leaving one space for the Warden
(All guards must be in male bodies during service, may chose to leave in
their own or transfer into an incoming body arriving at their transfer time)
Greeny told me all this.
Completed sentences turnovers varied ? see the stuff on each group
below
(each ?client? that has completed her sentence is allowed to chose an
incoming body to transfer into or to leave in her own ? younger ?clients?
can chose first, original genetic females before original genetic males)
Yeah ?her? ? too complicated to use any other pronouns. Ole man helped
me with this.
Group I transfers 12 months ? this had worked out to
22 per year, but they are staggered so
as to average about 2 a month = each
trip has 2 incoming, 2 out going ?
but there is a gap of 2 per year which
is filled as described below
Group II transfers 12 Years ? this has worked out to 2
per year, 6 months apart (okay
smart-ass actually 1.8333 per year,
there is a gap of 1 every 6 years, but
this is worked out below)
Group III transfers Life with parole ? there is room for
one parolee every 6 years
Total transfers = 2 spaces out of 3 available spaces per trip are prison
transfers = 24 a year, (which by now you have figured out leaves
12 spaces a year vacant for others)
The guards last about 3 years = 33 guards/ 3 per year rate = 11 per year
leave and are replaced
There are two Wardens, each serving every-other year. The ole warden
rotates out once per year (one of the perks of office) and the new warden
comes in = this takes up the last remaining space on the shuttle for the
year (22 used by prisoner transfer, 11 used for guard transfer, 1 for the
Warden. TA DAH! = 36 spaces total, dummy). Don?t make me explain
that 12 trips with 3 people = 36.
Yeh, the spaced out dude agreed and I worked all that out - well, I asked
him questions and did all the math. Now I needed some common sense
info from him.
?Why just 100 persons?? = ?All the station was designed to support.?
?What about cooks, clothing washing, maintenance and stuff?? = ?By the
?clients? or the Guards?
?Are all the ?clients? made into females?? = ?Yea, all of ?em.?
?Are all the Guards male?? = ?Yea, after commissioning.
?What does that mean?? = ?That?s kinda complicated??
?So tell me you ole SOB!?
?Well, if you qualify ? I told ya about this already ? you can trade guard
duty 1 to 1 on your sentence. They had a problem years ago with not
enough room on the shuttle to parole the Group III, and it was hard to get
guards to stay longer than a few years, so they tried to allow a trade-out
sentence time deal with the Lifer-girls for guard duty. A lifer could expect
to spend a about 60 years minimum and it looked like a great deal.
(I worked this out: age 18 is the earliest admission allowed by law ?
?client? life span averaged 78 years, so 78 minus 18 = 60 years) so they
allowed the lifers who qualified a 1per 2 trade = 30 years as a guard for a
60 year sentence.?
?You said 1 to 1 trade.? I?
?Let me finish! 30 years for 60 year sentence. It didn?t work for Lifer-
girls!?
?Why??
?Go figure!?
Shit! I was losing patience. Grabbing him by the arm, squeezing hard ? I
couldn?t reach his neck, strapped in like we was, my tranqs were wearing
off too, we were getting close to docking ? auggggh ? I got this out of
him:
?The Lifer-girls were dying off and still couldn?t get paroled fast enough!?
He explained that there was only room for a Group III to parole out every
6 years and there were 22 of them in the ?asylum? at a time, the older
candidates were dying before there was a chance to make parole.
Assuming only half were ever eligible, that meant there were 11 available
and it would take a minimum of 6 x 11 years for the most junior to work
her way up the ladder = 66 years!
Also, he explained, every lifer wanted to trade for 30 years of guard-ship.
First, it gave many of these now women a chance to be male again.
Secondly it gave them a chance to get out while still young - 30 years is
do-able, if you are young enough at incarceration ? oops, I mean when
you arrived for ?rehabilitation.?
So, someone with half a brain realized while there was a short term gain of
saving on transferring in and out of guards, that eventually all 22 of the
guard would be former Group III Lifer-girls.
No, there wouldn?t be a death rate keeping this from happening, remember
that every six years a really young lifer came along, and the guards
transferred out as fast as that. Every month two guards would be replaced,
and operations policy would be in shambles.
?So that?s why it didn?t work, wise-ass!?
I could see holes in this logic but I kept my mouth shut. Why didn?t they
put a limit on the mix, I thought.
?What was the 1 to 1 trade they did accept?? I asked.
?Ah,? he said too knowingly, ?that is where they solved the problem of
recruiting guards and freeing up spaces for some parolees - but it didn?t go
exactly as they planned. Qualifying members of the Group II were given
the option of a 1 to 1 trade of sentencing time. These people were in for
twelve years, and weren?t as desperate to trade as the Lifer-girls. Yet
many were former men and looked to getting out of a woman?s body, so
the deal was still attractive? and other reasons.?
?How?d it turn out??
?The smarter-this-time brass put a mix limit of 1/3rd transfer 12 year-
girlies to 2/3rds natural male guards. This helped reduce guards in and out
for a while but stalled out after a while. You see, if you have too many
guards with no choice but staying twelve years, then the real male guards
never get enough seniority for promotion, ?cause they burn out and leave.
And other problems arose, but it has stabilized through the years. Now,
one third of the guards are aging, resentful bitch-bastards, and the
remaining are sniffling, inexperienced kids. But, hell, they are just guards,
and as trapped as any ?client!??
?So what about the 12 month-ers??
?The ?Virgins?? he gaffed, snorting a stream of spit, fortunately, just
missing me.
Virgins? I was gonna be a ?Virgin? ??? Shit! ?Uh?. ? I said.
?That?s right, candy-pants,? he snorted again, ?you gonna have the high
privilege a-be-in a ?Virgin!?
?What?s that mean?!?? I whimpered.
Well, you see, candy-man, you are gonna be in a class where two-out-a-
three have never had ? ?experience?, shall we call it. You see, 12 year-
girlies and Lifer-girls, we all been there, done that. You new boys ? soon
to be girls - are brand spankin? new!?
He said this laughing and grunting like he just said the funniest thing?
Never let ?em see you sweat, is my motto. Gathering my courage, I
started the talking again, shying away from the sex-stuff - stuff I might be
subjected to as a ?Virgin? prisoner.
??But, aren?t some ?clients? natural females??
?Yep. Didn?t used to be like that but they found out they needed new
blood or the old females would keep getting their bodies mind-switched
and soon everyone was too old ? especially for the Lifer-girls. Needed
new blood! About one-third new arrivals are girls.?
Another flaw in his argument ? but I was too tired to argue. I looked at
him oddly. There were three males on this shuttle and I said so.
?Green-patches over there is male. I am male, at least for the next hour..?
?More like ten minutes,? he interrupted.
Red faced I continued, ?and you don?t look female to me!?
?Humph?? he gawffed. His face turned red. I had hit on something
here? I would get back to this later, if we had time. He was probably a
?latent TS or something.? I wondered if he didn?t secretly get off on the
fact he was soon to be female ? PERMANENTLY!
?This shipment is standard, a statistical probability, and you should know
that with all you figurin?. You go addin?up all the odds and you will see
there can be all sorts of combinations, from all men to two women and one
man, on board at any given trip.?
?What about all women in one trip??
?You are dumb, just about impossible??
?Why??
?Go figure!?
Bastard!
So I did ? I told you my mind ran to figuring:
About 1/3rd of all prisoners arrive as genetic females - okay
All guards arrive as genetic males - okay
The Warden comes on for a tour once a year ? sometimes he is a he,
sometimes she is a she
but is usually male ? so the hell with that
The remaining arrivals have to be genetic males
24 prisoners arrive a year, 1:3 = 8 genetic female 12 genetic
male
11 guards arrive a year, all male 11 genetic
male
Warden (assume the jerk is male) 1 genetic
male (usually)
24
Ratios 8:24 = about 1 chance in 3 for a female on board = every 4th flight
has a female
therefore about 3 of 4 flights have 3 males
Slim chance of 2 females and 1 male ? about once every 2 years, a
statistical rarity
Rarity for 3 females on one flight ? but possible, mathematically ? dumb
bastard didn?t know what he was talking about, calling me dumb!
That meant ? that meant ? I would have a good chance of selecting from a
n arriving of three males at my departure? when I could finally go home.
It wouldn?t be my body, which would be picked by someone today and
lost forever, but at least I would probably have a dick!
?AHAH,? I shouted out, pleased at my genius thinking, ?so after one year
I can go home as a man again.?
?Not necessarily? ? he mumbled.
?And I can resume my life after the loss of just a year. I am 20 now so I
can go home in a year as a 20 year old man!?
?Not necessarily?? he mumbled again. I finally heard what he was
saying.
?Wadda ya mean? Come on, come on, we are almost there! I could see
the station just up ahead through the prompter.?
?You forget some final little twists,? he said with a suddenly impish grin.
?What? do you? mean!?!? I stammered?
He elaborated as follows, sorta ? I don?t remember exactly, I was too
upset:
Remember, one in three arrivals are genuine female, but one in three
departing people are not necessarily genetic females.
All the generic women have choice of bods for departure - BEFORE the
originally generic male clients can pick. Generic women also may pick
AGE first.
Unfortunately for generic men, one half generic women are really pissed
off about their treatment in ?rehabilitation? and, when they can, want to
select male bods for return to earth. Or they may be dykes ? ha! As fully
three in four arrival shuttles all three incoming SOB?s have dicks, and in
the forth case, have two outta three with dicks, there is a good likelihood
they will have that choice.
And of course chicks always want to be as young as possible. Most
probably want to be Caucasian, if possible ? and can ya blame em?
It has been shown that ALL guards - after they resign, retire or finish
serving their alternate time - always select to stay in their male bods - or
pick younger male bods. As a full 1/3 of the guards were originally 12
year-girlies, this further takes away from the remaining choice of bods
available, as guards keep the full 11 males return possibilities to
themselves.
Of course, no one fools with the Warden.
My face fell ? I had forgotten. What about ages? What about race? That
was a whole different set of odds.
I worked it out?
I had a 100% certainty of being a woman for a year, less than 50/50 of
being white while in prison. If the woman who chose my body for
transfer was in the average range, she would be ? white, black, Hispanic,
Asian, mixed ? augggh? and aged from 18 to 78? but wait.
If a Group I, an 18 to 24 age range was typical
If a Group II, 18 to 38 ? but most second timers were much older ? usually
in their 30s
If Group II! ? OLD ? maybe near death ? shit!
The odds were 22 to 1.8 to .007 respectfully for these groups? I hoped for
a 21 year-old in Group I!
I also worked it out for the return trip ?
I had ---- ONE CHANCE IN FOUR ---- of having to be a woman for the
remainder of my life ? and probably non-white - leaving the prison station
at anywhere from age 19 to age 78? but probably about the same age I
came in? not too bad.
Still ? a 25% chance of leaving PERMANENTLY FEMALE!
If I came back a second time ? same odds, but I might qualify for a guard
? but would leave in my middle thirties?
If I came back as a Lifer-girl ? just about 100% chance of a life sentence
in a woman?s body ? the ole man was screwed!
&&&&&&&
If you want to know how I arrived at all this ? ahhhhh - GO FIGURE?
wise-ass!
&&&&&&&
I began to sweat. The docking mechanism clanked into place.
I would soon see the woman?s body I would get for the next 12 months.
They would soon roll out the transfer machine and? unconsciously, I
grabbed by shrinking manhood one last time.
The soon to be ?Lifer-girl? snickered and said, ?sorry I didn?t have time to
tell ya about the other reason so many 12 year-girlies like to transfer to
guards??
?and the reason the guards work for so little pay? ?
?the guards don?t just burn out, they wear themselves out??
?the ?Virgins? ya see ? I?m not the only one about to get screwed?
&&&&&&&
?and I bet you fergot to figure many of the younger males in the prettier
girl-bodies is very pregnant about the time of release ? nothin? to lose,
right? They?s leaving ? and now?s their chance to chose your healthy,
young male body for the return-home trip? yuuukk yuuuuk, snort?
Bye, sweety-pie, hope ya get big titties!
END
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