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Lady in the House ? Part I
By Michele Nylons
How had it come to this? I was dressed as a woman and standing in the
far corner of a darkened cell on E Block of Chelmsford Correction
Facility for Men, and waiting for the most dangerous inmate in the jail.
How had a mild mannered, and diminutive but highly successful accountant
in his 30s ended up in one the States high security prison?
Well it had a lot to do with a bottle of scotch, a fast car, and a dead
little girl. The magistrate decided I was to be made an example of; five
years for manslaughter, no parole. How did I end up 'belonging' to Eddie
McManus, the Facility's most notorious inmate? I thought back to six
months ago about when I arrived at the prison. It was obvious I was
grist for the mill, the inmates jeered and cat called as I walked down
the centre aisle past all the cells.
"Your mine sugar,"
"Shake that arse for me baby," and other demeaning harangues were yelled
my way. I was so scared about what would happen to someone like me in
here.
One of the guards laughed "I'd get a big bad friend if I were you,"
His mate retorted "I'd get two big friends."
I spent first night in Chelmsford alone in a cell, scared to death and
didn't sleep a wink. The next day I was assigned a cell in the general
population wing and my cellmate was 'Big Bill Stevens'. He gave me the
some advice.
"Mike, you need a really, really big friend or two, otherwise those lads
will eat you alive. Or should I say you will spend your life eating
them!" he laughed.
Bill went on to explain prison life to me; how there were two types of
inmates really; the hunters and the hunted. With my small stature and my
soft body, unused to any physical work, I was a sitting duck for the
freaks. I explained my background to Bill, about how I was a successful
businessman who had the misfortune to drive home after consuming nearly
a bottle of scotch. About how I didn't even remember hitting the girl.
"We all have our stories to tell," said Bill, "and yours don't mean
shite in here." He added callously.
"However," said Bill, "there is another class of inmate. The kind like
you that has a lot of money on the outside; the kind that can buy
protection; the kind that can get a get a guard or two in his hip
pocket. Your kind." He half laughed.
And that was it, the deal was struck. Big Bill Stevens became my minder.
With a liberal sprinkling of cash, which was provided by a bent guard to
whom I set up a special account to access to my money outside, (and who
took twenty five percent of every penny I had him withdraw); I was
assigned to a larger more comfortable cell with Bill. We lived like
kings; special food, special privileges, special packages from the
outside containing booze, cigarettes, pornography, anything to make life
more comfortable or anything that could be used for trade inside the
nick.
I figured it was costing me more to live in jail than it was to live the
high life outside, but I was locked up for five years with no hope of
release, and without Bill as my minder, a few guards in my pocket, and
the influence and protection of my money, life would be hell.
Then about three months ago, it all went to shit. I found out there was
another class of prisoner, a very special class of inmate who was so
unique that there could be only one in each jail, the kind of inmate
that ate the hunters just as easily as the hunted. The kind of hard man
that had nothing to lose, and was so hard the other kingpins in the nick
paid him tribute and did his bidding without question. The kind of
inmate who didn't need to bribe guards (although he kept them well paid
anyway), because with one phone call to the outside he could have any
guard's family battered or worse. The real boss of Chelmsford prison was
not the Governor, It was Eddie McGuire, or actually, Mister McGuire to
anyone but his closest confidants.
Eddie was in for life, but Eddie still ran one of the most successful
criminal gangs on the outside. Eddie wanted for nothing on the inside,
the only thing he couldn't have was freedom. And now Eddie had me!
Four month's ago Eddie approached me and said he was impressed with how
a faggot little man like me had set myself up. He said he had no
problems with the way I lived, as long as I bought my 'special
concessions' from him, and as long as he got ten percent of any cash
that I had smuggled inside. From the look on Bill's face I knew I had
choice but to comply. I figured it was just life in the nick and what
the hell I had plenty of money working for me outside.
Then about a month after that I was sitting in the cell I shared with
Bill wondering what was taking him so long to do the daily rounds of
bribes and trading when I had an unexpected visitor. One of Eddie's
minders came in to the cell and said,
"Bill won't be back. In fact he ain't going anywhere any more. When the
fracas is over, you get your ass down to Eddie's you little toerag."
I wondered what the fuck he was on about, but next minute 2 prison
officers came in and turfed me out. They searched the cell from top to
bottom removing all my contraband and luxuries.
"You can go back in now arsehole." One of the guards sneered. "Bill has
had an accident and won't be back. You're on your own until we re-assign
you to another cell. Sleep well sweetie!" The guard crooned and
sauntered off.
I was scared shitless but knew better than to ignore the summons to
Eddie's cell. I hurried down, minder-less for the first time since my
arrival. Eddie was waiting for me. He was a slim man in his fifties, but
sinewy with muscle. I had heard he had choked more than one man to death
with his bare hands.
Eddie wasted no time explaining the situation; Bill had been withholding
some of the money I was supposed to pay Eddie. Bill was now a permanent
guest of the hospital and would never walk again. Bill had fucked up big
time. And more importantly, Bill was my minder so I was responsible for
his actions. I tried to explain the situation; that I didn't know Bill
was skimming from the tribute I was supposed to pay. Eddie quickly went
on to explain that he didn't give a fuck; that my girly ass belonged to
him now. I was going to become his accountant, his financial adviser,
and I was going to pay him for the privilege of his protection.
I was moved into a cell next to Eddie that evening. What could I do? I
had to have a minder otherwise I would be every hard man's toy. I
complied with Eddie's wishes. I managed his funds and barter inside and
I paid my tribute. After a couple of weeks I though I had nearly a
better set up than before. Then some changes started to happen and at
first I didn't realise how drastically they would affect me.
Eddie had me organise some women's clothing be bought in. We had become
sort of friendly; well as friendly as you could get as an underling;
probably because a little chap like me was no threat to him. He showed
me some fashion magazines that he had bought in and pointed out some
skirts, blouses, suits, and lingerie. I have to say I was not suspicious
at this stage, fashion mags in jail were poor mans porn that you didn't
have to hide from the guards. I had also come to find out that some of
the other effeminate inmates dressed as women and performed sexual
favours for money. I also knew some of the more powerful prisoners had
'wives', crossdressed men who lived with them in their cells in
homosexual relationships, either for protection or because they were
just queer. The guards turned a blind eye or took part of their take
from the 'working girls'; either way, I wasn't really interested.
I figured Eddie had me order in the clothing either to sell to the
'working girls' or he had his own 'wife' hidden away somewhere
discretely in the jail. I was really puzzled at how much interest he had
me show in ordering the lingerie and shoes. He took special care in
selecting sizes. Together we poured over the catalogues and I feigned
interest as much as I could. I agreed with him that high heels looked
lovely on a nice set of legs, but were hardly practical for a
crossdressed inmate to get around the jail.
"You fucking nonce!" He laughed, his voice roughened from forty
cigarettes a day. "She won't be wearing them around the nick, just in my
cell, and mainly on my cot." He laughed again.
We spent ages looking at stockings and pantyhose. He told me how much he
loved nylons on a shapely leg and had me order in large quantities of
fully-fashioned stockings and sheer to the waist pantyhose in many
different shades. I explained to Eddie that they would cost a fortune,
as even the guards who were on the pad didn't like prisoners having
nylons because they were an ideal medium for suicide by hanging. One or
two inmates in the past had suicided by hanging themselves with a
stocking.
"Just get on with the order, secretary!" he scowled. "Just fucking pay
the price! Just fucking do what you're told!"
I hated upsetting Eddie in any way as he scared me to death, and now I
leapt to my feet to make the deal with the bent guards and pay their
ridiculous prices for the smuggled in lingerie and other girly items.
Another thing I didn't like was that for a week or so Eddie kept calling
me his 'secretary' for some reason. I figured it related in some way to
me being his accountant.
Then the fateful day happened. Today!
I could walk around the jail with immunity now that I was 'one of
Eddie's'. I had sometimes seen other inmates point to me and I overheard
them referring to me as 'Eddie's new secretary'.
"Oh yes, I can see what he sees in her." One 'noncer' said, which I
found puzzling.
It was just after dinner when I returned to my cell to find one of the
prison 'wives' waiting for me. I had seen him before and knew him as
Craig, one of Eddie's underlings. I only just recognised him though as
he made a quite attractive and convincing woman.
"Fuck off you poofter!" I shouted at him, her, It! "Don't you know who I
work for!"
"Oh I know darling," she cooed at me. "And Eddie said it's time. You're
coming with me honey. I'm going to prepare you for him."
"What the fuck are you talking about," I said.
"Look honey, my name is Carmel and I work for Eddie. And you're coming
with me and I'm going to show you how to transform yourself for Eddie."
Carmel said calmly.
"I still don't know what the fuck you are talking about." I said
"Well honey is you look over your shoulder you will see 'Iron Bar'
Steve. You can either be transformed by him or by me ok?" Carmel
crooned.
I turned around, and sure enough, there was 'Iron Bar', Eddie's
enforcer. He was grinning at me and slapping a piece of steel pipe in
the palm of his hand. I made my decision and nodded to Carmel who led me
out of my cell down into E Block. E Block was pretty much deserted and I
had heard rumours that it was a part of the prison used by prisoners and
guards alike for activities the general population didn't need to know
about.
Carmel led me into one of the bathrooms in the block and turned into the
small room where a big old white bath sat. It was full of steaming soapy
water.
"Strip and get in sugar," Carmel said.
I looked around saw all manner of soaps, shampoos, razors and such.
"Fuck off hag fag," I sneered at Carmel.
"Steve, she wants you!" Carmel yelled out the door, and sure enough
there was 'Iron Bar' with a smirk on his face, smacking his trusty pipe
into the other palm. Carmel pushed her face right into mine.
"You don't seem to understand do you Mike? You either do exactly as I
say, which is what Eddie wants; or, I let Steve there take you for the
last walk you'll ever have!"
I now realised the severity of the situation but was still confused.
Although not confused enough to understand I had to do exactly what
Carmel said or I would have my legs broken in such a way they would
never mend. I shucked off my clothes and lowered myself into the bath.
Carmel threw me a loofah and said "Scrub!" So I did. Then she sat on the
edge of the bath and took one of the disposable razors from a pack. I
was not surprised that one of Eddie's 'girls' would access to an item
that anyone else in the prison population could never get.
Carmel lifted my leg and stated shaving it. I tried to pull my leg away
and she held it tight, gave me a stern look, then glanced towards the
door where Steve was lounging outside. I surrendered.
"Watch how I do this hon," Carmel said, "you're doing this shit yourself
from now on."
Then it dawned on me what was happening, the significance of the word
'transform'; the reason Carmel was shaving my legs. I felt numb. I
couldn't comprehend why Eddie would do this to me. I was in a trance as
Carmel fished shaving my legs and then the soft down on my arms. She
shaved my face and rubbed moisturiser onto it. Then she led me out of
the bath and dried me off. I was just like a mannequin that Carmel could
move around and pose as she liked. Carmel led me to the part of the
bathroom that had about ten sinks and mirrors lined up along the wall.
It wasn't until later that I took notice that the usual stainless steel
mirrors had been replaced with glass and that each of the mirrors had a
bright light over it. One of the sinks had a high stool set up in front
of it and Carmel sat me on it.
"Now pay attention honey, you need to learn how to do this," she said.
I noticed that on the shelf, below the mirror, was a large assortment of
makeup. Carmel took a damp sponge and applied generous amounts of
foundation to my face, cooing at how lovely my skin was and that I
didn't need to use 'dermablend' or other such heavy-duty foundation.
After she had applied the foundation to my face and neck she picked up a
brush and applied a slightly lighter coloured powder to set my face. She
rouged my cheeks, accenting my high feminine cheekbones. She fussed
around my eyes applying liberal amounts of eyeshadow, eyeliner, and
mascara. She then finished with another light dusting of powder and a
plum red lipstick to my pouty lips. All the time Carmel was explaining
to me how I would need to learn how to apply my own makeup. I was still
too dazed to really accept what was happening. The final touch was the
application of a bright red nail polish to my toenails and fingernails.
Then Carmel reached under the sink and opened a cupboard. She pulled out
three wigs sitting on wig stands and I noticed there were a lot more in
there. Carmel looked at me seriously for awhile then selected a blonde
bob and piled it on my head. She turned me towards the mirror and made
some adjustments. I was shocked as I looked at myself; I looked
stunning. I couldn't believe the transformation to my face. I looked
like a sexy, mid thirties, over made-up, slut.
"You like?" Carmel smiled at me.
"I look like a fucking woman!" I shrieked.
"Well that's the idea stupid," Carmel Laughed. "Follow me."
I followed her out of the bathroom, stark naked and with my face made up
to look like a whore. 'Iron Bar' Steve followed at a menacing distance.
Carmel led me into a cell in a set of six on the next level up. The five
others around it were all deserted but the oversize cots were made up
with what looked like satin sheets and comforters.
"This is your workroom honey, hope you like it," Carmel said as she led
me inside the cell.
I couldn't believe it, the oversized cot was made up with satin sheets
and there was a full sized wardrobe. Hanging inside were the clothes
that Eddie had made me help him pick out. Four pairs of different
coloured high heels were arranged on the bottom of the wardrobe and in
the drawers that had been pulled open, was the lingerie Eddie had spent
so much time selecting with me. Now I knew why! Carmel led me over to
the bed and sat me down.
"Well I guess I better show you how to dress too," she said. "Eddie was
quite specific about what you were to wear for him tonight."
Carmel selected a pair of glossy, sheer to the waist taupe pantyhose and
rolled them up my legs. She stood me up and showed me how to pull them
tight around my arse. The nylon felt cool and slippery on my legs, not
unpleasant. I had always loved to run my hands up a nyloned thigh but
had never imagined what it would be like to wear them. I nearly died
when Carmel put her hands inside the gusset of the hose and grabbed my
cock and pushed back between my legs. The tight nylon held it snugly
between my legs.
"There," Carmel said, "let's get that little thing out of the way shall
we?" she laughed.
I heard Steve laugh at the door and realised to my humiliation that he
was watching the proceedings. Next Carmel pulled a pair of silky nylon
peach coloured, full cut panties from the drawer with a matching bra.
"Here," she said, handing me the panties, "put these on while I get the
breastforms".
I didn't know what the fuck she was talking about, Breastforms? I slid
into the panties, the silky nylon of the panties created little electric
shocks of pleasure as they rubbed against the sheer nylons as they slid
up my legs. Carmel turned around and was holding two perfectly formed
small breasts, one in each hand. She put them down and put the bra on me
then placed each of the plastic breasts in each cup.
"There is some adhesive in the dresser draw that has instructions on how
to adhere the breastforms to your chest. You can learn to do that later.
The way I'm dressing you tonight it won't matter, you just need the
shape." Carmel said, sounding serious about a subject totally alien to
me.
I was still in shock as to what was happening to me when Carmel sat me
down again and lifted my feet one by one and placed a black, shiny, high
heel on each one. She pulled out a little jewellery box from out of a
draw in the base of the oversize cot.
"For fuck sake keep this locked away from now on, and never lend your
jewellery to any of the other girls." Carmel said very seriously.
'My jewellery!' 'Other girls!' 'My workroom!' What the fuck is happening
to me I wanted to scream. I kept my cool though, I realised I had no
choice but to succumb to the ministrations of this freak man/women who
was dressing me or have 'Iron Bar' Steve cripple me for life. Once I saw
Eddie I knew I could convince him that he had his little joke and that I
would make up for what ever mistake I had made as soon as I got back to
work as his finance manager, back in the general population of the jail.
Carmel selected a simple gold ankle chain and fastened it around my slim
ankle. The gold twinkled in the light against the sheen of the sheer
nylon. Carmel put two gold bands around my left wrist, and a simple but
elegant, gold ladies watch on my right. She placed another simple gold
chain around my neck, from which hung a black onyx stone set in gold.
She clipped matching earrings to my ears.
"We'll pierce your ears tomorrow hon," she said humming away as she
worked.
Like fuck you will, I though to myself. Next Carmel had me stand and I
teetered on the high heels, steadying myself by holding on to her.
She smiled, "You'll soon get used to them."
I thought again, like fuck I would, because after tonight I'll never
need to wear them. Eddie will see this is a mistake. Carmel selected a
satin waist-cincher that matched my bra and panties and pulled it tight
around my waist. My already un-masculine body was now positively
effeminate. My long legs were enhanced by the gossamer hose, my arse had
been pushed out slightly by the squeeze of the cincher, my false tits
were just proportional to my small build, and my little waist. I looked
like a well looked after thirty-year-old woman.
Next Carmel took a cream coloured silk blouse and pulled it up my arms
and buttoned up the front. It was open down to the second button and
showed a hint of my peach bra. Next she had me step into a peach nylon
half-slip that again matched my bra and panties. It too gave me little
electric shocks of pleasure as it slid up my nyloned legs. Carmel
reached into the wardrobe and pulled out a hanger on which there was a
bark blue women's business suit. I remember Eddie picking it out of a
catalogue and wondered at the time why his 'working girls' would need
something so sophisticated. But along with nurse's uniforms and other
fetish clothing I figured it was just to pander to some expensive
punter's peccadilloes.
Carmel had me step into the skirt and pulled it up my legs and fastened
it around my waist. She straightened my blouse, ensuring it was tucked
in and then surprised me as she reached under the skirt and pulled down
the half-slip that had become rucked up when I donned the skirt. I got
another of those little electric shocks of pleasure from her hands
straightening the slip and touching my stocking legs. I looked down and
was surprised to see a pair of sexy pantyhosed legs showing from below
the hem of a navy blue skirt the hem of which lay six inches above my
knee. Attached to those legs were a pair of sexy nylon encased feet, the
red toenails showing though the gossamer nylon. Around one slim ankle a
gold bracelet reflected a glint of light.
Finally Carmel helped me into the matching jacket and led me over to a
full-length mirror that was attached to the wardrobe door. I was amazed!
Staring back at me was a gorgeous woman in her mid thirties. Her bottle
? blonde hair and over madeup face atop the cream blouse and navy blue
power suit made her look sophisticated, but strumpet like. Carmel spun
me around so I could see my side and rear. My ass stuck out
provocatively and stretched the material of the skirt taught against my
arse. It was forced that way by the pull of cincher and the stance I had
to adopt to remain on feet in the high heels. The rear of the skirt had
a small split that showed about another six inches of the back of my
nyloned thighs.
Just then I saw hand reflected in the mirror as it grabbed my arse. It
was Steve.
"You look great," he growled as he pawed my arse and legs.
"Get the fuck off her Steve or I'll tell Eddie," Carmel screamed
smacking Steve's hand away.
Steve retired to the door sheepishly.
"You know Eddie always gets them first!" she yelled after him.
Then the full light of the situation dawned on me. As I looked at the
reflection of the trampy woman in the business suit I realised she
looked just like a caricature of the 'sexy secretaries' I had seen
posing in porn magazines just before they stripped off their clothes,
page by page.
Now I knew why Eddie had called me his secretary! Oh my god! He had been
planning this for weeks, having me help him pick out clothes, obviously
getting his 'girls' to find out my sizes for clothes and shoes. And now
I had no choice but to be Eddie's 'sexy secretary' or suffer an
agonising beating and the loss of my limbs!
"Mike, now you are Michele, you look beautiful! I hope you enjoy your
first time as much as I did," said Carmel as she slid past me and out
the door.
And that is how I became to be dressed as a woman and standing in the
far corner of a darkened cell on E Block of Chelmsford Correction
Facility for Men, and waiting for the most dangerous inmate in the jail.
To be continued...
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