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The New Face of Juvenile Corrections Sitting in the cell at juvenile hall waiting for my dad to show was the easy part. The hard part would be having to face the old man himself, and he was always cranky. He had been that way since my mother and older sister were killed in a car accident. Since that day I'd been in and out of trouble, more often than usual anyway. This time I'd been caught passed out drunk in a pile of stolen flowers, wearing a dress I'd stolen from my older sister's closet while lying across their graves. I was still wearing the dress, though dirty and grass stained. My long un-brushed hair in a rats nest about my face. My toes dirty with bits of mud between the heels and my feet. Looking down at my hands I began to cry, I was missing half the fake nails I'd gotten the courage to glue on using super glue. I had no idea where the purse was with my wallet and driver's license. Or how I'd gotten hold of the booze. "Mark?" I looked up to see my Juvenile Case worker slash Lawyer. "What was it this time?" she asked. "I, I can't take it Stella, he just keeps on and on about how much I look like my sister and Mom with my long hair. And when I try to talk to him about my feelings he gets mad. Tells me I'm sick for wanting to be a girl that it's all because I want to replace them." Suddenly she was there in the cell with me, holding me gently. "Didn't they give you the opportunity to clean yourself up?" she glared at the detention officer. "We tried Ma'am but he said 'what's the use?', and just sat there." came the answer. "Well there's no time now, I have to get her to her hearing in five minutes." Stella said. "You mean him don't you?" Stella ignored her as she led me from the holding cell. "Hey cutie, hurry back, maybe they'll let us be cell mates," someone called. "I get her first, I already paid my pack of smokes," said another. Pausing in the passageway between the detention center and the juvenile court building she pulled out a hair brush. "Here try to do something with that mop. And remember, be respectful, this is a new judge, no one knows what she's like. But she's been going over your records all day." "Good maybe she'll send me back in there to be the cellblock whore," I mumbled as another woman opened the door at the end of the passageway. She looked me up and down then hurried back toward the courtroom. "Mark Feldman," called the bailiff as we entered. "Sorry we had a slight delay, my client is here." I stood before the new Lady Judge looking beaten and only slightly afraid. "Breaking and Entering, Larceny, Possession of controlled substances, Possession of Alcohol by a Minor, drunken disorderly, lewd and indecent behavior, Desecration of Graves," I interrupted her. "I wasn't desecrating them I was putting flowers on them," I shouted indignantly. She looked up, her finger sliding the glasses down to the tip of her nose as she glared at me. "That is not a tolerable act, interrupting me in my courtroom while I am reading your charges. So how do you plea this time 'Mark Feldman'?" she emphasized my legal name. "It's not Mark," I answered indignantly. "It's Monique," I said. "Ahhh, yes I see here where you've used that as an alias before." She switched her gaze to my defender, "Have you not counseled him that if he wishes to become Monique Feldman he needs to have a therapist and doctors signatures, as well as a cover letter?" "Yes Your Honor, I tried." "Very well then in the case of Mark Feldman," "It's Monique Damnit. Why can't anyone accept that?" I broke down crying sinking to the hard tiled floor sobbing in mental pain. "No one accepts it, not my Mom, not my Dad, no one, only my sister ever accepted it." "Your Honor, may I?" I heard someone say. "And you are?" "Jason Feldman Ma'am." My father was here, actually here. "Does this have some bearing on the case?" "I refused to sign permission Ma'am. But it was because he refused to go through the transitional counseling, and to stop acting out. He didn't want to follow the rules set down by the counselors. So I refused until such time as he could prove to me that he really deserved to become a girl." I lifted my head and stared unbelieving at my father. "If I sign to admit him into a state rehab center, will you sign for him? He will be required to see a counselor while he's, while she's there," corrected the judge. "I lost my wife and one daughter already, as much as I love my Son, I'd rather have a daughter than lose my last child. So yes, I'll sign." "You realize this stay will be for one year, In lieu of a three year sentence on the current charges?" stated the judge. "Can I visit, please?" my father asked. "That will be up to Dr Cairns, she's volunteered to be your,,,,, daughters counselor. But usually visitation is restricted during the first month." "I see no reason why Mr Feldman can't visit, say once a week. Besides Monique will need some clothes while she's at the center." "Very well then Mr Feldman may visit today, and then once a week until such time as Dr Cairns determines otherwise." Finally the bailiff allowed my father to see me. "Mark, I mean Monique, I didn't realize just how serious you were about all this. Honest I didn't," he told me. "But now suddenly you do?" I was surprised that he could seem so different about it from the last time we'd discussed it. "I'm sorry I should have believed you. But you never said anything, never even dressed up before, before the accident." He held out something I hadn't seen since the accident, my sister's diary. "Dad can you go by the house and get me some things? I'm sorry but all I have is Valerie's things. I know you don't like me wearing her stuff," I didn't get a chance to finish. "Dr Cairns, could, I mean would it be possible for me to maybe go along and buy her some things on the way. I know she's not supposed to go to the house until she's released." Dr Cairns produced an ankle tracking bracelet. "I think if it's ok with the Judge and Stella goes along we might stop. Of course Monique would have to give us her word." "I, I won't try to run away, I promise. But could I maybe get cleaned up some first?" "Stella, Daisy, you have two hours before the transport bus leaves," said the bailiff. "Judges Approval for a little supervised father daughter shopping spree." I followed them, my father holding my hand as we got in the City's van and headed for a shopping center. Daisy the guard driving the van followed along closely her hand near her stun gun in case I tried to run. "Just a fast stop to get you some clean clothes then we'll take you across the street to shower and change." My Daddy was amazed when he saw how much I was like my sister and mother shopping for clothes. Shopping calmed my nerves, my restlessness. After a shower and change of clothes I got to the task of hurrying to find enough clothes for a week. My counselor insisted on nothing but white cotton pantys and bras though. "We don't want you to stand out from the other girls," she explained. "And they'll be wearing court issued clothing." I hurried and packed my new clothes in a suitcase that Daddy bought me to carry them in. I wasn't allowed any makeup and I started to protest. "Monique, you are being given a privilege here. Please don't mess it up. If you do well you'll get makeup in a month, if not sooner." "I guess I can manage that long," I said, my daddy carrying my bag to the waiting bus with 'Stone County Girls Detention Center' lettered along both sides. There was expanded steel mesh over the windows and two beefy women guards and a driver standing by. "Sorry no personal items on the bus," said one. "It's ok Monique I'll take it in my car. I'll be following to make sure everyone gets checked in ok." Stella turned to the guard. "Please see that Monique gets a seat behind the driver. Judges request." "Oh, sure but she might want to stay back till last, we got some real nasty ones coming this trip." I recognized the others as they were loaded up, each one wearing shackles and cuffs. Of the nine other boys being sentenced to become girls, I recognized at least two opposing Gang Tattoos. "Fuck that bitch, she can't force us to become girls." Said my biggest tormentor from my two days in jail. "Jasmin," announced one of the other guards. "Oh here we are Wallace, Jerome. Not any more it isn't Sweetie. Judge says your new name is Jasmin, get your ass on the bus and shut the fuck up bitch." They quickly checked everyone else off. Then turned to Stella, "Would you mind bringing the princess here, seems we're full up this trip." "Of course, thank you." So I got to ride to the new County detention facility with my Dad sitting up front. The signs outside the walls declared it to be the 'Stone County Girls Rehabilitation Center for Violent and Repeat Offender's'. Dr Cairns met us at the gate and led me inside. She handed my bag to another girl about my age. "Robin, this is your new roommate, Monique. Monique, Robin is your roommate. Follow her to your room and we'll see you at orientation before Dinner." "Wow this is like way more than most arrive with. Are you like special? You know, a real girl?" "What? You mean like you?" I asked. "Sweetie if you've got a dick then you're like me and the rest." Robin informed me. "This is the new Rehab Center for Violent and Repeat offending boys." She looked at me sideways as she entered a room and set my bag on a bed. "So what are you in here for? Murder, rape, arson, what?" "I wasn't really paying attention when they read off the charges. But there was a whole lot of them including desecrating graves and Larceny. But I've been charged with that a lot. The larceny I mean. That and possession." "Judge Hard Ass must like you if she let you bring your own stuff. I should know, she's my mother." "Wow, what did you do to make her put you in here?" "I got stoned three months ago and smacked her around when she caught me with one of my girlfriends in her bed. I hated her for this until I realized how much better it was to be a girl. Of course I was like way out of control and shit, oops unlady like language gets you fifteen minutes with a bar of soap for each word, don't tell anyone please." "So what are you going to do once you get out?" I asked. "I'm going to go home and finish high school, then go to college so I can come back here and help other 'New Girls'," said Robin. I saw she had makeup and told her I'd die for even a tad bit of mascara. She giggled. "You should be out of here in no time sweetie. Did you by chance want to be a girl before you were sentenced to be transitioned?" A rap on the open door startled me and I jumped, "Robin, help your roomie get her things put away, then bring her to orientation." "Yes Ma'am." She showed me how to fold my underwear and bras, then my tights. My skirts and tops were to be hung up with three fingers space between each hanger. My towels and wash clothes had to be just so over the foot of my bed. My dirty laundry was to be placed in the hamper which had wheels. "We have to do our own laundry here, and that includes hand washing our bras and pantys." She told me. "It's just like that boot camp reality show on satellite TV. Only you're here for a year unless you do really well at becoming a girl. Ten minutes later Dr Cairns was at the door. "Monique, are you ready for orientation?" "Yes Ma'am," I answered. "Good, come along Robin. Time for you to meet the hard cases you'll be trying to help." At the front of the little auditorium stood the Lady Judge and several older women. Dr Cairns I found out was the 'Warden'. "Welcome to the Stone County Girls Rehabilitation Center," began the judge. "My name is Rachel Morris, I founded this facility along with my co-founders, Dr's Sylvia Cairns, Madelyn Bright, and Grace Jenson." I realized that all of the founders were Mothers who had lost Son's to Street gang violence. Robin had followed in her older brother's footsteps up until he'd been killed in a drive-by. The rules were explained to us, everything that was expected of us to include chores and schooling. Also the penalties for misbehavior. We each had an 'older' girl/roommate who was to mentor us. But they were also here for the same reasons. They were bad boy's being punished and turned, hopefully, into good girls. "Ok now it's time for your initial shots. Do I have any volunteers?" began a nurse at the front. Robin squeezed my hand and I stood up. "Does it hurt Ma'am?" I was making my way to the front. "I won't lie to you Sweetie, what's your name?" "Monique, Monique Feldman, Ma'am." "Very good Monique, yes it hurts a bit but you'll not feel it by tomorrow. Just put some ice on it and it'll feel better." "Suck up little bitch," someone yelled. "Jasmin Hurd, you're next. Thank you, and that will be thirty minutes in the soap room." she turned back to me. "Now lift that pretty skirt and drop your pantys. " She injected my left buttocks with something that both stung and burned like fire at the same time. I was biting my lip and pulling my pantys up when she handed me a sucker. "That's my brave girl, you only have two more over the next two weeks then you'll get to go on the patch." She caressed my cheek. "Ma'am, how soon can we start our Diaries?" I asked. She looked at me puzzled. "In the orientation Miss Fields said we would each be given a diary to keep track of things." "Here you go Monique," said Miss Fields. "You really are embracing this with full girlish grace and determination." "I just always wanted to be a girl but no one ever listened except my sister." "Oh, you're the one. Well I'm happy we can help." After our first shots we were sent back to our rooms to socialize. The TV I discovered only got three channels. Two broadcasting Girlhood lessons and tucking techniques. Makeup and posture, etc. the third was the Punishment channel, where those serving a punishment could be seen. Jasmin, aka, Jerome sat with a bar of soap secured in her mouth for her outburst at orientation. I had to look at it twice, it was actually a cock shaped soap on a rope. "She must have really gotten foul mouthed to get that one," commented Robin. "I bet she gets pretty sick, just look at the amount of soapy drool running down her chin." It wasn't said to be humorous, or cruel, just a concerned observation. "Normal cuss words get you a regular bar of soap. The 'F' bomb gets you a bar of Lye soap. And getting really filthy mouthed gets you that one." After a few minutes I heard a chime like a doorbell. "Oh, time to go and get your issued clothes. What you're wearing is fine for after hours. But during the day you have to wear the issued uniform." Robin told me. "Why did they wait until now?" I asked. Usually you were given prison issue at in processing. "You missed that part of in-processing, they had to measure everyone after their shower and delousing. That way they can make sure to get the right size clothing," Robin told me. Why didn't they measure me?" I asked as we made our way down the hallway. "Because sweetie, we got your sizes when you were given the chance to shop before coming here." said Guard Daisy. "You're lucky you won't need a wig. Natural hair is so much easier to care for and style." We were each issued eight sets of white cotton pantys and bras with "SCGR" stenciled across the butts and on the left cup, four pink Plaid Pleated skirts that came to mid-thigh, seven sheer white cotton button down blouses, and the blouses had "Stone County Girls Rehabilitation," stenciled across the back. Two sets of sweats, and gym shorts. Two pairs of Mary Jane shoes with two inch heels. And one pair of tennis shoes. A dozen knee high White cotton socks. We each got five white cotton pullover sports bras. And most important of all was our purse, inside was a wallet that contained our ID and our meal Cards. In two days we'd get our Picture ID's. Then came our sleepwear, white cotton Baby Doll style nities with ruffled lace across the butt of the panty. And fuzzy pink slippers. We were allowed to carry our things back to our rooms before getting in line for the rest. We each had a flat backed hair brush, a wide toothed comb, shampoo, conditioner, body wash, a scrub puff, nail brush. And a dozen hair bands for putting our hair up in the designated loose pigtails. Four fingers above each ear, then four fingers behind so they rested high and to the back of our heads to drape down over the backs of our shoulders. Running her fingers through my hair Miss Carla said, "Oh sweetie you are so much farther ahead of everyone else. I'd taken the time standing in line to begin putting mine up the way they expected. Then she took my hands in hers. "You little lady get to go first," she held my hand as she led me to one of the six tables set up in Nail Salon fashion. Testing the underside of one of my remaining long nails with a metal file she asked gently, "Did you do these yourself?" "Yes Ma'am," I answered. "Did you use the adhesive or something else?" "Super Glue Ma'am" "Ladies, please do not ever use Super Glue on your nails," she said loudly as the other stylists began on five of the other new girls. "Do you have to take them off?" I asked after I realized she was soaking my fingers in nail remover. "I'm afraid so sweetie. But if you pay attention I'll show you how to do this properly." It only took about thirty minutes to get all my nails stripped down to just my natural nails. "Now watch, this is how you pre-buff the surface to make it ready for the adhesive. Next she fitted each nail shaping them to fit my own nail bed. Then one at a time she glued them in place before polishing each one in a soft pink. "This is important sweetie so pay attention." She handed me a disposable nail file and a plastic one shaped like the metal one she'd used. "This one," she held up the plastic one. "Is for cleaning under your nails. This one, that is more like an emery board is for buffing the edges to keep them smooth. "You will have Nail inspections twice a day, anyone with rough or dirty nails will get five demerits. Five demerits was one meal that would be spent scrubbing community toilets. Though each room had its own bathroom there were the regular bathrooms on each floor of the facility. There were four buildings inside the compound. They had a cleaning staff, but when they had a hard case, they would put them to scrubbing toilets. The first week was dedicated to Hair and Nail care, on top of learning to walk and sit like a girl. "Monique," Robin said. "I really hope you're serious about wanting to be a girl." "Of course I am Robin. That's why I'm so far ahead of the rest," I giggled. "Good, because your days of standing up to pee are over," she said from the door of our common bathroom. I giggled as I put the seat down then turned and pushed down my pantys before sitting. "I wasn't going to stand up and pee, honestly. I was just looking to see how clean it was underneath." "Of course it's clean underneath, I cleaned it myself," she said in her defense. "Most guys never bother with the bottom side of the seat," I said a bit disgusted as I began to pee. "I also noticed you weren't the least bit embarrassed to get naked and try on everything in front of the rest." "Well duh, we're all girls here right?" I wiped and stood pulling up my pantys before smoothing my skirt back down. I looked in the mirror and saw a whisker on my chin. "Oh god," I was trying to pull it out with my finger nails. Smack, the slap on my ass stung a bit. "What the hell are you doing?" "Robin, oh shit Robin please tell me that you didn't see that and just not say anything." "Oh you mean that one little hair? Girl please," she pulled open a drawer on the vanity style sink. "Here, try this." She handed me a pair of tweezers. "Of course if I let you do that, it'll just be that much longer before they take you in for your laser treatments." "Laser?" "Well yeah, why do you think they didn't give anyone a razor?" "Oh god my legs are going to look like a woolly Mammoth in a week," I said in horror. "Well that will only make the laser treatments more effective," Robin said calmly. "Just be calm and try not to freak out too much. They always begin the laser treatments in the first week." she let out a little giggle, "Of course with you they'll probably begin with your Bikini line." "My what?" "You know, your bikini line? Or would you prefer to have a full Brazilian?" "You mean they would laser off the hair down there, not just my legs and face?" I asked in amazement. Sure and if you're really good and take to your classes you can get them to do special things too." she giggled again as she lifted her skirt and lowered her pantys to reveal the little heart shaped patch of fur above her cock. "Wow it would really look neat with the middle lasered out so it's just an outline above my cock." I said. Her hand covered my mouth quickly, "Monique, you need to learn really fast. You no longer have one of those. It is now and forever to be referred to as your Clitty. Girls don't have cocks!" "She's right Sweetie," said a voice behind me. I turned my head to see the lady Judge standing in the doorway of our room. "Ahh, showing off your special laser sculpture. Did I hear someone say they'd like the same thing?" "Yes Momma, only she wants the middle lasered out so it's just an outline." The lady judge cupped my chin in her hand. "No doubt with, 'Daddy's Little Girl' tattooed in the center," she smiled. "They could do that?" I was surprised by my own response. "Momma, why are you here now, has she gotten into trouble for something already?" asked Robin with concern. "No, we've been monitoring her all day. I just wanted to come and tell her personally that she is earning extra credit by adapting so quickly." She smiled at her own daughter. "Oh and Miss Brandy wishes to know if you want to take the advanced classes. It's totally up to you of course, seeing as how you aren't here because of sex offenses." "Momma, you know I want those classes, how am I to be a real girl if can't even give a proper blow job." Robin stated. "Just remember Sweetie, if you start the classes, there's no stopping until the instructors are satisfied. And it doesn't end with simple blow jobs," she caressed her daughters ass. "You will learn to use this as well." "Momma, I already started the cleansing classes," she blushed. "Yes Dear, I know. I just wanted you to know that you have the option to opt out if you choose to." She looked at me then, "I'm sure that Monique will earn herself the credits to opt out as well if she wishes. You could both learn it the same way natural girls do, by trial and error." Now I was really curious, they hadn't mentioned anything about sex classes in orientation. As if reading my mind Judge Morris said, "Those are the extra credit classes that were mentioned. Of course for some like Jasmin and Theresa, those classes will be mandatory, whether they like it or not. But don't worry we'll find you both excellent instructors." Someone tapped on the door. "Rachel, we have a situation with Ginger." "I need to leave," she kissed Robin's cheek. "Remember Momma loves you." "I love you too Momma," then kissed her cheek before she left. We didn't see Ginger or her roommate Anita at dinner. "Anita is in the nurse's office. Ginger is in the punishment room," someone whispered. After dinner I discovered that the punishment room was actually the recreation room. Complete with pool tables, foosball and ping pong tables and video games. One end was set up with the steel chairs, and another table with stocks at one end and leg shackles at the other. It was this table that held Ginger. Her head and wrists secured in the stocks, the leather ankle restraints keeping her in an all fours position. Her skirt was up over her back. Her pantys were around her knees. And she had a very large butt plug inserted and secured by a waist harness. Her co, clitty was now securely encased in a locking chastity device. I guess they had trouble keeping her silent, she also had a large red rubber ball gag secured in her mouth. Once everyone was in the room Dr Cairns said, "This is what happens when you choose to force yourself on another student here. Ginger will be here all night. In the morning, Anita will be given the chance to complete the discipline process. Should she decline, one of the instructors will complete it for her." "Now, all the rest of you should line up, you will be given the opportunity to give Ginger one lash each," she picked up a riding crop from the table. Just remember when you give her that lash, you might be the recipient yourself one day." There was a whole scurry to get in line, mostly from rival gang members. Robin and I held back forgoing the opportunity. Instead Robin led me around in front of the table. We stood and watched as each swat was delivered, her tears flowing down her cheeks as she bit down hard on the ball gag. "Alright Ladies, you are dismissed. Remember tomorrow is the first day of classes." Everyone started to leave and Robin holding my hand stood still waiting until they'd all left. "Robin, Monique, is there something you wanted?" "Ma'am could I say something to Ginger? Give her some advice and maybe show her how much kindness she might find if she stops resisting?" "Very well," Dr Cairns said. I noticed Judge Morris watching from another doorway. Walking up to Ginger, Robin lifted her chin to look into her eyes. "You know who I am, who I was?" Gingers eyes bulged out in fear as she nodded. "Good, then you know that I have every reason to want revenge. But I've learned to forgive here. I've also learned how cruel the instructors can be if you fight them. You shot my brother in cold blood," I heard a gasp of shock from several people who were watching. "But here that doesn't matter, here you have a chance for a new life. A life worth living, and I want to help you learn to become a good person, rather than the slut you might become if you don't learn fast." Without any more comment Robin picked up a jar of Aloe Vera cream and began gently massaging it into Gingers fiery red bottom. I saw a small tear running down her cheek just before she put the lid back on the jar. In our room I looked at Robin, "Ginger killed your brother? And you aren't going to do anything to get even?" "Monique, Ginger didn't kill my brother, George Fuentes killed my brother. George is now Ginger, and she has been given a chance to rehabilitate her life. If we hold onto grudges, take revenge for her past, we are no better than the animals that we used to be." She said. She had her back to me but I could still see her shoulders moving as she cried. Wrapping my arms around her I held her until someone else gently took her from my arms. Her mother guided her to her bed and they sat holding each other until Robin had it all cried out. I fell asleep before the Judge left, but it was Robin who woke me up the next day, three minutes before the alarm went off. She was already showered and standing in her pantys and bra at the mirror doing her makeup. "Is it just me or does it seem awfully quiet out there?" I asked. "No it isn't you. I suspect some girls got themselves in trouble last night." She sounded calm. "How do you know that?" I asked. "The room door is locked. They always lock the doors when they have trouble. Don't worry they'll unlock it in time for breakfast." We helped each other with our hair. My pigtails were in the prescribed location at the back of my head to give them the proper schoolgirl effect. The speaker above the door suddenly came to life. "All students will file out into the hallway for morning inspections. Thank you." We filed out, me on my side of the door, Robin on her side. Room inspections went pretty much the same as any other juvenile facility I'd been in. However this one added a personal inspection. Our hair and personal grooming were inspected, as was our appearance. After it was over we were released for breakfast, well most were. "Robin Morris, Monique Feldman, May I see you in your room please?" asked Gina Davis, one of the guard/matrons. In our room she said, "Robin, Monique has been given permission to begin using makeup." She turned to me. "You may use Mascara, eye liner, and lip gloss. Monique will help you if you need it." "Thank you Ma'am," I said excitedly. "My now that's the kind of enthusiasm we like to see around here. Maybe I can speak to your therapist and see about getting you permission to use Eye Shadow as well." "Oh thank you, thank you, I just feel so naked without any makeup." I told her the truth. She looked at me a bit oddly. "You honestly do want to be a girl, Don't you?" "Yes Ma'am, more than anything. Well almost anything." "What else would you want?" I was asked. "My Daddy's love for who I am, not who I was born as. I know I can't ever get my Momma or Sister back, but I don't want to lose my Daddy too." I hurried and put on mascara and Eye Liner, then we started for the dining hall. Passing through the rec room we saw three more of the tables had been added. They held former members from one of Gingers rival gangs. After breakfast we were hurrying back to our rooms before classes started. "Jenna, Where is your purse young lady?" someone asked. "Oh shit, I left it at the table." "Two demerits for not keeping track of your purse. Fifteen minutes with Mr Dial, after classes of course." I could see the tears beginning to well up in her eyes. "Crying won't get you out of it young lady. Those only work on Daddies, and since there aren't any Daddies here you're out of luck." "Y, yes Ma'am." "See me after classes, now, retrieve your purse." Robin had different classes than I did. She was a junior in high school. I was only a sophomore. But our classes went along with the regular school, except for they were shorter, which allowed us more classes per day. The extra classes were termed, 'Girlhood' classes. About halfway through my first girlhood class the teacher, Mrs Avery singled me out. "Monique, why are you wearing makeup in my class?" "Ma'am I was given permission to wear it this morning." I answered quickly. "Come up here, now." "Yes Ma'am," I said as I hurried to the front. "Class, Monique here is someone you should pay attention to. She is showing proper courtesy, grace, and dignity. You will notice that she is wearing just the smallest amount of makeup to enhance her natural beauty without looking like a harlot. Thank you Monique." "You're welcome Ma'am," I added a bit of curtsey. "Oh my, now that deserves special attention," I was told. "As I understand it you did your makeup without any help from your roommate. The boxes on the table contain different brands and types of beginner makeup. You may select three of each for your purse. Then tomorrow I want a three page essay on each type and what it does. What its purpose is." She looked at the rest of the class. "You each may do the same. But you will not wear it during school hours without permission." I glanced over each box selecting three different Mascara's, eyeliner's, and then about fell over when I saw the selection of lip gloss. There were several different shades, but only two plumper's. "Excuse me Ma'am. If I choose three lip glosses, may I still choose one lip gloss sealer?" I saw the smile growing on her face, "Now tell me, who taught you about that?" "My Sister, Ma'am. She said I should always use a sealer on top unless I wanted to always be reapplying it." "Yes, you may choose a clear sealer." When I started to return to my seat she said. "You may go to the other table as well." At the second table I found nail polish, polish remover, Q-tips, and cold cream. Then on the end were several bottles of skin lotion. I picked out two Nail polishes in soft pink and bright pink, a bottle of remover, and a jar of Q-tips, then Noxzema, and a bottle of Skin So Soft lotion." Toward the end of the class someone came in with a note. After reading it she said, "Monique, Daphne, and Heidi. You three will remain after class thank you." "Yes Ma'am," we answered. It was the last class of the day, so we were not worried about missing any other classes. "You three have been selected as my student aides in this beauty class. Daphne, Heidi, we saw how quickly you two did your mascara, are you just as quick with your Eye Liner?" They started to show her, but I interrupted them. "if you lick the lead it will go on much smoother." I showed them and then noticed Mrs Avery smiling. "You did that very nicely. I have something the three of you may also like." She pulled open a desk drawer and took out three Eye shadow pallets in soft pastel pinks and blues. I noticed the note on her desk, "Monique, Daphne, and Heidi are the best girls in all the classes. They deserve special attention. RM" "Now, go ahead and go to your rooms, I think it's about time for the class assembly." "Thank you Ma'am." We hurried to our rooms to put our things away. Robin was already there and excited about me getting makeup privileges already. "I knew you'd do well, but the other two are a surprise." "They've been sneaking hormones before they got here," I confided in my roommate. "Oh so there are actually three of you who wanted to be girls before you got sentenced. Now it makes sense," she laughed. "Well come on, time to go watch the punishments." Ginger wasn't in the stocks anymore, but the other three were. Ginger was standing with Dr Cairns, and the other two Doctors. "I am very surprised by you three," began Dr Cairns. "No one on the outside knows that you are here. I doubt anyone even cares with the exception of a very few. And when you leave here, not even your own mothers would recognize the old you in the one we are creating. Every one of you are sisters now, depending on each other. Those of you who embrace the sisterly spirit will leave here at the end of the year. Those who do not, well, let's just say there are places in society waiting for you. Places a lot worse than any you can dream of here." "For the crime of attempting to harm another student while in the stocks you will each receive ten lashes." She turned to the other two Doctors and the gym teacher we'd yet to meet in person. "Please gag them." Once the ball gags were secured in place she said, "There now that should help you maintain your rough and tough attitude. We will now select the lash wielders." "Suzie, Ramona, and Wendi, please come up here." They were each handed a riding crop. "Remember ladies, next time it might be you up there," reminded Dr Cairns. Still the loud smacks rang through the room, everyone jumping or cringing at the sound of each one. The muffled squeals of pain, and the tears that flowed were evidence of the punishment being inflicted. When it was over everyone was released to get ready for dinner. Ginger, Robin and I stayed. Then I noticed Daphne and Heidi watching. We each took up a jar of aloe lotion and began the task of rubbing it into the welts. "You see, I hold no grudge against you," Ginger began. "We can all get through this together or you can struggle and fight to hold onto things that have no place here." "You were a sadistic bastard as George, and you're still a sadistic bitch as Ginger. You mark my words, I'm going to fuck you up, you'll be my bitch by the time I'm finished with you," threatened Josie, the apparent group leader. "I'm not afraid of you Josie, I pity you. This is a chance for a new life. One where we can choose for ourselves how we want to live, how to make up for all the pain and suffering we caused in our past." "That's easy for you, you don't have family or friends waiting on the outside." "Is that what you call that gang of street thugs? How many of them stood up for you at your trial? How many even showed up? So what if my whole family is gone, I think I know where I can find some that really care about me. Think about that while you're here tonight. And if you want to talk I'll be over by the door after lights out." "What, so you can abuse us?" "No so I can make sure Wendi doesn't get the same ideas you three had." "I'll bring you something to eat," Heidi said. "Save it, I don't like sausage." "Pity I was sure I could get permission to bring them a plate," Heidi said. The next morning we started our Phys Ed classes. Then managed the rest of the day without incident. By last period Josie and her two friends joined the class. They said nothing to anyone else. We were curious to see someone that everyone recognized. His name was Kiwi, he was the body piercer from the local head shop. There was an exam type table and like dozens of boxes. "Alright Ladies, it's time for your piercing experience. Ears and Navels only, there will be no facial piercings. And no pierced nipples. Those of you who already have them, will have them removed. Now, who's first?" Daphne actually beat me to the front, and Heidi was right behind me. I bit my lip as my navel was pierced, but it really wasn't that bad. There was a lot of removed piercings by the time he was finished. Josie, and Ginger both had Penis piercings removed. The curious thing about the navel piercings was the tiny set screw that went into the side of the ball on top. It was too tiny for anything we had at hand to remove, and it prevented the ball from being removed. It was later after dinner that they came through and removed everyone's tracking ankle bracelets. So I knew why there was a set screw in the ball of the navel piercing. The rest of the first week went by without any more incidents other than a few demerits for dirty fingernails, and improperly placed pigtails. My second shot wasn't as bad as the first, but it still stung and burned like liquid fire was injected into my ass cheek. Robin and I were sitting at our desks studying one night when Ginger knocked on our door. Her attempts at applying eye liner were atrocious. "Can you help me figure this out? Please?" Robin took out her cold cream and they both cleaned off their makeup. Now, watch and learn Sister." She licked the lead and then began drawing a fine line under her eye. "Now you try it." "No, no lick the lead first, like I did. It lets it go on much smoother." Ginger tried it and was soon smiling. "Thanks," she actually hugged Robin then did the other eye the same way. "Monique, you have a visitor," Miss Grace informed me. My heart pounded and I had to stifle a squeal of excitement as I grabbed my purse to follow her to the main building. "Monique?" "Daddy," I actually squealed it then as I rushed into his arms. Then winced at the pain as my nipples pressed against his chest. "Are you ok? I was told that you were doing really well." he was confused. I had to giggle. "I'm fine Daddy, it's just my nipples are really sore because my boobs are beginning to really grow." "Are you doing ok otherwise? No one's mistreating you?" he was concerned. "No Daddy no one is mistreating me. I even have makeup privileges now too, see?" I batted my eye lashes at him and he laughed. "Daddy are you doing ok? Are you still ok with me doing this?" "If it lets me keep you in my life, and it is what you really want to do, then I am happy for you." He stepped back at arm's length looking me up and down, then shook his head. "You really do look like Valerie's twin, you are so beautiful. I asked Stella and Judge Moore if I could bring you this." He held out a pretty butterfly necklace. I recognized it right away, it had belonged to my mother. "Daddy, I, thank you Daddy," I hugged him hard not caring how much my nipples screamed at the added pressure. "Monique, I really am sorry that I didn't understand before. Can you forgive me?" he said. "I forgive you Daddy, and I'm sorry I was so much trouble," I was crying. Daddy was crying. I pulled a Kleenex out of my purse and wiped at my tears. Then he took it and finished wiping my tears for me. He didn't see a trash can so he stuck it in his shirt pocket. "Jason, Monique, is everything ok?" asked Judge Moore. "Yes Ma'am," I answered. "My daddy loves me." I looked around and saw that I wasn't the only one with a visitor. Heidi and Daphne's mothers were there as well. Then Robin entered the room carrying her purse. "Momma, what's going on? Why did you ask to see me here?" "You four are going to lunch, I have the van all ready to go but we're still missing one." as she spoke Ginger stepped cautiously into the room. "You asked for me Ma'am?" "Yes Ginger, I thought you might like to get away from here for a few hours. My treat for how well you've been doing." Said the Judge. "I thought we weren't allowed to leave. Besides I don't have anyone that wants to be responsible for me." Ginger was really confused. Catching her chin between her finger and thumb, Judge Moore lifted her face to look into her eyes, "I'll be responsible for you." "Ev, even after what I did?" she asked. "Ginger, you need to get used to the fact that you are no longer the same person. And you very much need a parent in your life right now." Robin linked her arm in Ginger's, "Come on Sis, let's go have some fun for a while." As we left the heavy steel gates Ginger looked around in confusion. "We aren't taking any guards with us?" "Are you going to try to run away?" "Well, no I just thought," "Ginger, this is a moment of great trust. I am trusting each of you not to try and run away. I hope that you trust me enough to honor that trust." We were all wearing our school uniforms so everyone knew we were out on some sort of trustee outing from the Girls Rehabilitation Center. That of course got the attention of a lot of boys, there's nothing more attractive to a young boy than a 'Bad Girl'. We went to lunch at a restaurant, then we got to go to the local Mall. We had done some window shopping and even bought some new makeup when Ginger began to freak out. "Those guys over there, they know who I am. I have to hide, or they'll come after me." "Ginger, look at me." Judge Moore said. "I won't let anything happen to you. If any of them start anything they'll be in the next class." "We got your back Sis," Robin told her. "And you look nothing like the old you, so don't sweat it." "That's right, ain't no gangbangers going to mess with one our sisters." Besides I think the local police have them spotted already. "Robin, why do you keep calling me Sis?" asked Ginger when we were on our way back. "The old you took away my Brother. But I think the new you is making up for it by being my Sister." "I never had a sister before. Just the gang and my mom OD'd three years ago. So I don't have anyone." "You've got us silly," we all said at the same time. Judge Moore was smiling in the rearview mirror as she turned into the gate. She'd gone off on her own for a few minutes before we left, and returned with a rather largish shopping bag from a jewelry store. After Daddy left we were all called into the auditorium again. We sat waiting to hear what she had to say. It wasn't just my class, but Robin's and the one ahead of hers as well. There were only about nine in the first class, and ten in Robin's class. My class was the largest with fourteen all total now. "Alright Ladies," she paused to get everyone's attention. "I have gifts for everyone here. Please take only one and pass the rest on." She waited as we all took out a long thin jewelry box. "Ok now you may open them." Opening the box I found a little chain bracelet with loops for charms to be attached. "Later tonight your teachers and staff will come by and attach charms for each privilege you have earned so far. This is token of our recognition of your progress." We all thanked her for the gift, then went back to our room to study. When Dr Cairns came in she was holding a little pair of pliers and a sectioned box with little charms. When she finished with Robins bracelet it held crossed earrings, a lipstick, what looked like a bra and panty set, a high heel and a tiara. I watched excitedly as she attached the earrings, lipstick, and now a high heel to mine. "Excuse me, but what's the high heel represent?" I asked. "You are graduating to being allowed to wear a three inch or higher heel Sweetie. Robin can take you to the clothing supply after dinner." Shortly after she left one of Robin's classmates came to the room. "Look Robin I got it, I actually got it," she was excited. "Calm down Mandy, let me see it." Mandy held out her wrist in true girlish fashion to display the same charms as Robin except hers also held a feather and scroll. "Oh wow, you actually get to sign out on weekends on your own." Not everyone earned that privilege, and I was wondering why Robin didn't have it yet. Then Judge Moore tapped on the door. "Robin, I wanted to give you this one personally," she was holding up the feather and scroll. There were two girls from the first class waiting to talk to Robin in the hallway. They had heart charms and graduation caps on their bracelets. "We couldn't have done it without you girl, you really helped us so much." They were crying and giggling at the same time. "Denise, Jan, are you both ready?" Dr Bright asked. "Ma'am we were just saying goodbye," they wrapped their arms around her neck hugging her tightly. "There's still one more thing to do, or would you rather do it now?" They looked at her curiously, and she held up a tiny screwdriver and a pair of pliers. "I brought you these to replace the old ones." She held up two new navel piercings. "We can't have you leaving here with tracking devices, you're free to go home now." Dr Bright quickly had the little piercings out and the new sparkly ones in. "There now they're deactivated." "M, Ma'am, could I maybe keep mine to remind me of how good it was to be given this chance at a new life?" asked Jan. Almost everyone turned out in the courtyard to watch them walk out the front gate to get in their parents cars. After dinner I was so giddy looking over the approved heels I had to choose from. I was told I was allowed to choose two pairs. Skipping over the three inch heels I chose two pairs of four inch heels. "Girl those are going to kill your ankles, you shouldn't start out with that high of a heel," advised both Robin and our grace and posture teacher. But I slipped them on and fastened the ankle straps then after a few tentative steps I pranced in front of them giggling happily. "Oh My God," exclaimed Robin. "You really are a girl waiting to bust out. Would you look at how graceful she is? It took me three months to learn to be that graceful in just three inch heels." "Young Lady," Miss Karen said. "I would suggest tonight that you polish your toes." "Thank you Ma'am I surely will." "Just remember, either polished toes or wear tights. You don't want to lose this privilege now." I hurried back to my room and Robin watched as I quickly polished my toe nails in the brightest pink we were allowed. At seven PM, Robin stood up and said "I'll be back in about two hours, I hope." "Where are you going?" I asked. Blushing she said, "Advanced Sex Education." "Oh," I felt left out. I was really beginning to think of her as a big sister in a lot of ways. Of course it would be lights out in two hours and that meant we would have to be quiet when she got back. I had no idea where they held those classes. But I was sure it wasn't in the dorm. I lay on my bed in my pink Pinafore with my matching pretty ruffled pantys, one foot up in the air as I slowly went through Teen Vogue. I was picking through the articles on fashion wanting to expand my imagination. "Monique? Are you still awake?" Ginger popped her head around the open door frame. "Yes I'm still awake silly," I answered. "I, I wanted to thank you for today, it really means a lot to me that you and Robin want to be my friends." "Ginger, you don't need to thank me or Robin. Can't you feel it? There's something about this place that just brings out the best in everyone." I said. "Not everyone," she said. She had a frightened look on her face as she turned her head to look behind her in the hallway. That's when I saw the bruise on her lower lip. I was off my bed in an instant pulling her into the room. "Ginger, what happened? Who did this to you?" She had tears in her eyes now. "I, I can't say. Please can I just stay here until lights out?" "Of course you can. Here you can help me with my homework, I have to find three fashions that are actually the same only slightly different." She snuffed her nose, and took the next magazine, Glamour. "I wish they'd let the three of us room together," she said absently. She found three right away then showed me how she did it by looking at the length and then the cut of skirts and dresses. We were on the third magazine when Carina burst into the room. "There you are Bitch, I thought I told you to be in the room waiting like a good little slut." She grabbed Ginger by her hair to drag her out of the room. "You've got duties to perform, or did you forget?" Without thinking I jumped up and used the edge of the September issue of Teen Vogue to hit Carina across the face. I'd only intended to hit her with the flat of it, but the air caught it twisting it in my hand so that the bound edge struck her across the nose. The result was instant, I heard the crunch of her septum breaking. Then blood splattered everywhere as it began running in torrents from her broken nose. She screamed in pain, bringing everyone. "She, she attacked me. I came to see if Ginger was ok and this Bitch attacked me for no reason." "Really? That's not how it looked on the security cameras," stated Dr Cairns. "Trisha, Evelyn, escort Carina to the infirmary. I'll be there in a moment or two." "Yes Ma'am. Hey watch it you're bleeding all over my shoes," complained Trisha. "Ginger, what happened to your lip? It was fine after dinner." "D, Dr Cairns I," "You aren't going to ruin your good record by lying to me are you?" "No Ma'am. Carina, she, she forced me to, to give her a blow job, and said I'd better be waiting for her when she got back from the recreation room." she began to sob. "There, there now. It's ok. Do you need to have your lip looked at? Did she hurt you anywhere else?" "No Ma'am, I'm ok. Just scared." "You can stay here while I contact Judge Moore about your roommate." She left us alone and I comforted Ginger. "It's scary being at someone else's mercy. I know I've been there before," she looked up at me. "I got beat up and, oh god I never told anyone this before." Now Ginger was holding me. "I, they forced me to, to suck them all off in the alley. And they beat me up and jerked off all over me, and just left me there. I, my throat hurt so badly I couldn't even call for help." "I, I told my dad I had Strep Throat so he wouldn't come in my room. I didn't want him to know what a pathetic slut I was. I, I couldn't even deep throat a cock right and I so wanted to be a girl like my sister. Valerie let me watch her a few times, she said if I really wanted to be a real girl I'd learn how to please a guy that way." I sniffled a bit before continuing, "She, she let me try it with her boyfriend once when our parents weren't home. It was nice, and, and he was gentle, and it tasted salty and musty and it burned my throat a bit when I swallowed it. But some of it was in my eye and it stung like crazy. My eye was like on fire and then Val, she just leaned over me and licked it away saying I was a good little sister and she'd help me learn." I heard a sound at the door and looked up to see Robin and Dr Cairns standing there. "Monique, it seems we have some things to discuss in therapy tomorrow. But for now let me just say this, "It takes even real girls a long time to learn how to deepthroat. Some take to it naturally, while others never learn how." "But I want to learn how. I have too, for Val, I promised her I would learn to be a real girl." I started crying quietly. "And we will help you, I promise." She lifted my face to look into my eyes. "Do you know what the most important part is?" I shook my head no almost afraid. "The most important part is enjoying having a man's cock in your mouth, and the desire to take it into your throat all the way." she let me think about that for a moment, "I find that focusing on the love for the cock at hand instead of what you want to do with it goes a long ways." My mouth dropped open. Here was my Therapist, miss prim and proper admitting that she enjoyed sucking cock and taking it into her throat. "I did it, I totally did it Monique. I sucked off my first. Oh crap I mean I fellated my first guy ever. And it wasn't as hard as I thought it would be." "Uhh, Robin, you missed a bit," Dr Cairns reached up with a finger and caught the creamy thick goo caught up in Robin's hair next to her ear. We all watched in anticipation as she slowly stuck her finger in her mouth and slurped it clean. "Robin, your mother asked me to present a proposal to you and your roommate." She said. "What kind of proposal, Ma'am?" "Ginger needs a new roommate, or mates. And we're willing to make exceptions this once to allow two sisters to room together. But it would mean having a third person in your room." "Of course she can move in here, right Mo?" I giggled "Right Robin." "You mean that? I don't have to stay in the same room with Carina?" At Robins puzzled look, then her huge eyes as she saw the blood still on the floor Dr Cairns explained. "Carina is being confined at the moment. She is being re-evaluated for another program. She'll probably be moved to Sissy House in the morning, but for now she is going to be confined in her room under lockdown. Ginger needs a bit of help moving her things if you want her to move in here." "Well what are we waiting for?" "Before you get too involved in the move, would someone please get a mop bucket?" She motioned to the blood on the floor, and I realized others had already cleaned it up in the hallway. "I broke her nose, I'll clean it up and then come help," I said. It only took a few minutes to clean up. But then we found the rest of the dorm helping, as bed, locker and desk were carried into our room. Yes it took up a lot of our free space but we still had a nice cozy room between the three of us with plenty of room to do our morning exercises. The next day after breakfast we all went to the auditorium and got our second shots. Then they passed out two little jars of cream to each of us. One was Estrogen cream, the other was Progesterone. We were told that we should use a dime size dollop of each one twice a day on each breast and massage it in, in a circular motion paying attention to let it absorb in thoroughly. We did our first application there so they could instruct us if needed. One thing for sure I was sore as hell, but the gentle massage helped a bit. Melanie Payne got three bare bottom swats for forgetting her purse in her room. Her roommate produced a tube of hand lotion and tenderly massaged away the stinging. "Monique, why didn't you tell me you were so sore?" asked Robin. "Ginger are you sore too?" "Just a bit," she bit her lip. "Here let me help," Robin produced a tube of Ora Jell, and put some on each of our nipples. Then blew on them and the relief was quick in coming. "Next time don't wait," She handed us each a tube. "Before that runs out see the nurse and get some more, ok? I can't have my sister and best friend in pain." The next morning started out as usual with room inspections, then our personal appearance and grooming before breakfast. After breakfast it was school work. We were all in the same classroom, though we had differing levels of education. It was strange having ten teachers in one class. But we also had begun helping each other. We'd just gotten started on the day's lessons when I was told to report to Dr Cairns office. "You asked for me to see you Ma'am?" I said after knocking on the open door. "Yes Monique, please close the door and have a seat." "Am I in trouble?" I could feel and hear the fear in my own voice as I sat down. "Why would you be in trouble? Have you done something deserving punishment?" "No Ma'am. It's just that I'm not scheduled for my therapy session until tomorrow," I answered. "Monique, remember when you filled out the questionnaire the first day?" "Yes Ma'am," I dropped my eyes to the floor. but her hand reached gently across the desk to lift my face back up. "Please do me the courtesy of looking at me while we speak. You have nothing at all to be ashamed of. Nothing we discuss in therapy is shared with anyone who doesn't need to know. Meaning anyone but staff." "Yes Ma'am," I looked at her fighting the urge to look away. "I overheard your conversation with Ginger last night, that's why I moved up your session to today," she paused watching my eyes as the tears began to well up. "Ma'am I'm sorry I wasn't truthful on the," I started to answer. "Monique, very few are truthful on that form. It only serves to give us a guideline to begin our therapy. The fact that you were truthful about everything else on there is in itself amazing to us." She let that sink in. "We seldom see that level of honesty within the first month, let alone at the very beginning." "But I lied about never having had oral sex with a guy before," I was sure that now I was about to be punished. "Yes just like twenty percent of your sisters out there, we know which of them come from what gangs. Which gangs use that as a means of initiation, and to establish the pecking order." "You mean some of the street gangs make," "Yes, it's pretty common actually. Only the upper echelons get the women. If you're lower than anyone else you perform those duties until someone newer comes along." "No wonder they get so violent," I mused to myself. "Exactly. So tell me, who initiated your ordeal, you or them?" she asked. "I did," I admitted. "But it was only supposed to be the one guy." "And with your sister, what prompted her to try teaching you?" "She, she caught me watching her and, and trying to do the same thing with a, a dildo I stole from her dresser drawer." I looked away a moment. "Monique?" "I, she was mad at first. But then I told her I wanted to know how to do it right." "And were you dressing at the time?" "It was the first time she caught me dressing up in her clothes, she was mad about that too. But she said if I really wanted to be a girl she'd help me." "And how did she plan to help you?" "She, she let me have some of her old clothes, but then when she realized I was serious she helped me buy my own, that she kept in her room. And, and she went to the free clinic and got a second prescription for, for birth control." "So you were dressing up and taking Estrogen that your sister got for you long before you came here." she made notes on her pad. "And when did she start teaching you about Oral Sex?" "Momma and Daddy were gone for a weekend, and she had Derrick over. He already knew about me so I didn't have to hide around him. Anyway I just started begging her to let me watch them. and after a few minutes he suggested that if I really wanted to learn it was ok with him if she let me try it." I was aware of the silent tears streaming down my face. "I, I really liked it. It was fun and, and I felt so, so girly sucking on his cock." I looked away again, my tears streaming heavier down my cheeks. "I they were going to teach me how to, how to fuck like a girl when our parents went away for their anniversary." I'd left out about four wonderful months of cock sucking lessons and my sister and Derrick finger fucking my ass in preparation for that big weekend. She handed me a Kleenex, "The accident was two days before that happened wasn't it?" I knew she already knew that by the way she asked the question. "I wanted to be able to prove to my Daddy that I was meant to be a girl, I wanted, wanted real hormones. If, if I could make him see me as a girl he'd have to love me again. I wanted to be able to please him like Momma and feel him inside me," I broke down into ragged, pain filled sobs. "I, Valerie told me the truth, he's not my real Daddy, but he cares about me, he loves me. I just want him to love me as a girl, I don't want him to cry at night anymore because he misses Momma." "So what are you saying Monique?" "I, I," I snuffed back my snot and lifted my eyes to hers. "I want to fuck my Daddy. I want to be a total slut for him in bed and keep his house clean, and fix his meals, and, and, he's not my real Daddy so it's not like its wrong. I want to be his daughter and his lover."