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Note: One-hundred stories, 100, wow! I can't believe this is my 100th
effort here. I never checked the numbers over the years, I only wrote
what I wanted and thankfully was allowed a place to post my work in a
place that understands my particular twist in stories. Some don't like
them, but most others posted grateful reviews. I've read that it's an
unwritten law here that your 100th story has to be or is special. Well,
I tried to write this one towards those ends. And now, after reaching
this milestone I think I'll take a break from writing and posting here
and step down. For how long I don't know. Time will tell. Thanks to
those who have appreciated my work over the years!
Sincerely,
Anonymous Writer
"Stepfordville"
2057, political correctness has finally de-evolved the country into an
Orwellian dystopia. Citizens no longer have any rights. They live by a
strict moral code that tolerates no individualism, no protest. To get
along you go along, any disruption or distention is not tolerated. Crime
is not allowed. Cross dressing is now firmly on the books as a crime and
seen as a mental illness that is both an illegal and prosecute-able
offence. Since this "condition" is incurable it has been deemed
necessary to "adapt" these individuals so upon release they may once
again be productive members of the new society.
There are four correctional facilities located around the country. Each
facility resembles a small 1950's town, complete down to the last detail,
each facility is three miles square that some say look like a classic
movie back lot. But to be sure each facility is a prison, with high
walls at the border, an outer security fence, guard towers and a
sheltering forest beyond that to further isolate and disguise each
facility from prying eyes, the entire property even screened from
satellite view. The facility in concern here is "US Reeducation Facility
Number 3," The term "Stepfordville" is the unofficial, term for these
places, a word that is only whispered in conversation. It refers somewhat
to the title of the old movie where all wives were turned into hyper-
feminine subservient automatons or, it can also be thought of through old
black and white vintage television reruns where every family show had
that type of prim and proper, doting vintage housewife. The effect of
incarceration in one of these facilities however has nearly the same
effect the same result.
The road to this "Stepford-Ville" is a quiet turn off a busy interstate.
From the two lane surface highway it's another several miles until
another turn past a guarded, gated entrance that leads to a small paved
road that winds into a thick stand of trees. When the facility comes
into view the large walled "town" is easily recognizable, but before the
entrance there are several out-buildings that are used for deliveries,
maintenance as well as indoctrination. Once each new inmate is processed
he is then admitted to Stepfordville.
There are three provisions, three levels of incarceration for convicted
cross dressers.
LEVEL 1: First time offenders. The sentence is two years. Instead of a
lock up or hard labor this facility imposes a full time feminine
lifestyle for these offenders. They work, live and go about their lives
in a strictly regimented and vintage feminine fashion. It is the hope
that the severity of this punishment will cause these men to reevaluate
their need to continue their obsessive compulsive disorders.
LEVEL 2: Repeat offenders. Add another two years. The second level
continues on from level 1, the full time feminine lifestyle is strictly
reinstated. But now, in addition each inmate is given testosterone
blocking agents and is started on a regimen of female hormones. The
physical change is predictable, but, after release from the program level
2 inmates are taken off of all medications and allowed to return to their
former male lives. The cost of any medical fixes, (i.e. breast reduction
surgery) is incurred at the inmates expense and can be facilitated at the
institution during the last six-weeks of incarceration where they are
held in a transit facility outside the main prison in one of the various
out-buildings.
LEVEL 3: Third level offenders. Add another three years. These inmates
are considered incorrigible, unredeemable and unfit to ever return to
society in the male gender. The first two years at this incarceration
level is the return once again to a fully feminized lifestyle. The
hormone therapy is reinstated and the inmate is immediately castrated
upon induction. If any breast reduction procedure had been performed
after level 2 incarceration saline breast implants will now be added to
once again augment the inmate's feminine form. The third and final year
the inmate is given full surgical reassignment. All his paperwork is
changed to show him as a female now, a woman. All male traits and
records removed permanently. Finally, each new "graduate" from this
final level will enter into a legal marriage with an understanding
gentleman they have chosen and will continue on as proper housewives from
then on. The recruitment of these gentleman comes with a generous one
time stipend for their services.
It is well known that the "graduates" from Stepfordville are highly
prized. Many men long for a vintage classic housewife, a Donna Reed or
June Cleaver type that this institution is renowned for producing. These
couples go into the world protected by the state as they take their place
back into open society with the new "wives" spending most of their time
at home. Now, being legally recognized by the state as women and in
living as women, these former men are now considered cured of their
former mental problem.
TERMINATION OPTIONS-LEVEL 3: There are two options open to inmates at the
beginning of level 3 or during any point in the incarceration period.
Some cross dressers are hopelessly man-like. Tall, heavy, large, big and
with the coarse heavy masculine features that simply cannot be disguised
by any known treatment or therapy. The institution realizes that even
after the completion of level 3 incarceration few gentlemen would be
obliged to enter into a marriage with these inmates. The state tried a
pilot program that would allow a "single-woman" to be released to live on
her own in society but the results proved far from satisfactory. After a
time the program was rescinded for the good of society. These "changed-
men" are now left with only two options, to live permanently in the
facility with a quasi sense of freedom or to chose termination by lethal
injection. The state leaves those options to the individual inmate.
A white bus pulls up to the outer gate at the entrance to the road
leading to Stepfordville. Through the barred windows sit another dozen
new inmates, of various levels of incarceration all cuffed and shackled
in the locked cage interior, all dressed in pink T-strap Mary Jane flat
pumps, pink ankle socks and matching pink inmate jump-suits. The guard
greets the driver, checks the tally sheet then after his approval the bus
rolls on through the main gate and down the winding road that disappears
into the thicket of trees. The bus pulls up to the main facility at the
twilight of sundown. A woman looking like a vintage June Cleaver stands
with a clipboard just inside the gate as she waits to welcome the new
inmates.
Howard, the driver is a white male, early thirties. He works on civilian
contract for Stepfordville as do many others in varying capacities who
are as sworn to silence about their jobs as those at Area 51.. It's a
strange job but Howard's been here for several years now, the work is
easy, pays well, and like the others he knows the score.
He takes notice of "June" as she steps onto the bus, the gold name tag
"Joyce" pinned to her floral rayon house dress just above her left
breast. She takes the paperwork from Howard then looks through the metal
door of the cage at the waiting, silent inmates. The floral perfume
hovers in the air as she looks the papers over. Joyce then feels a hand
sliding up the inside of her right calf!
Howard is already breathing heavily as he feels the total smoothness of
Joyce's feminine legs, the shiny beige nylon stockings glassy smooth to
the touch. He then cups his hand and moves it past her knee under her
lace trimmed white nylon full slip and lined dress he begins to fondle
her smooth nylon clad thigh. But this doesn't bother Joyce. She's been
here a long time, an unredeemable third-leveler that just couldn't accept
actually getting married and being a housewife, or as Joyce and her small
circle of friends refer to it as being someone's "sperm-bank," she'd done
the crime and did her time and is now an employee of the facility, and,
she too knows the score.
"Mmmmm. You like that don't you baby?" Joyce coos as Howard, still
seated in the driver's seat takes in the perfume and the look and the
silken sensation as his hand rubs up and down Joyce's nylon stockinged
thigh. The other inmates can't really see what's going on in the
darkness and if they did they might think that Joyce was an actual woman.
"Do my silky nylons get you excited precious?" she fawns, fluttering her
long eyelashes as she smiles seductively. Howard's eyes flutter too as
his breaths deepen. Joyce can already see the hard on straining at the
front of his uniform pants! She moves closer to whisper.
"What's the matter sweetie. Can't find a real woman on the outside,
hummm? Or are you just the type that likes ladies that actually look
like ladies?" She giggles as the fondles continue. She presses closer to
Howard, thrusting her hips towards his face as the torture continues.
"That's it baby, mmmmm, go ahead. Not afraid are you precious? Go
ahead, make Joyce feel sooooo good," she says in a hot breathy tone.
The bus sits there, processing, the side door open, the other guards not
seeing much in the darkness, it's just the paperwork needing to be
completed and soon Joyce will be leading the inmates to processing as
usual. But there's more than they realize going on.
"Mmmm, that's it baby, mmmmm. You like that don't you," Joyce coos, in a
feigned Jane Mansfield breathy-hot tone as she moves her stiletto heeled
feet and nylon clad legs wider still. And Howard doesn't disappoint.
His hand trembles as he feels the top of the stocking welts and the taut
garter straps and then the tight little muff tucked inside the white,
lace trimmed ladies vintage nylon briefs. He then cups his hand over
Joyce's very real muff, his middle finger pressing, working its way into
the slit as he rubs against the smooth ladies nylon panties. His eyes
roll as he feels the warming slit through the panties as his erection
strains, tenting the front of his pants. "I left my tight panty girdle
at home tonight, just for you sweetie," she chuckles.
"Mmmmm. That big, vein engorged shaft. Mmmm. I bet that big swollen
head is almost purple now, just dripping at the thought. Isn't that
right big boy? Yeah, I just bet you'd like to get me on my back, get my
dress and slips up and get between my pretty nylon stockinged legs and
then stick that big throbbing dick of yours right in there, isn't that
right baby?" She giggles with power as Howard continues helplessly
mesmerized. "I bet you like it nice and tight too," she hisses assuredly
as the rubbing continues up and down, up and down her hot little nylon
slit. Until finally, Howard shutteres and chokes a gasp. "Ohhh. Poor
baby. Well, maybe next time," she giggles then adds. "Let's get that
cage unlocked sweetie, can't keep our 'guests' waiting any longer," she
says as she steps back, smooths her skirt and allowed Howard out of his
driver's seat with his gate keys. Joyce giggled as she watched him
wobble to his feet, keys jangling as he moved to unlock the cage door,
the straining erection quickly softening now, the dark, wet stain at the
front of his pants growing in size giving her one of the few real thrills
to be had in her new life at Stepfordville.
So, is poor Joyce one of those unfortunate cross dressers that's built
like a lumberjack or a longshoreman or a linebacker that decided to stay
on after completing level 3? Nope. She's a 10 now, a drop dead fox!
And she knows it. She's had all the procedures now, laser electrolysis,
facial feminization, breast augmentation, the works, even though she
never looked that masculine in the first place and such extensive
remodeling wasn't even needed. She dove in with both feet just the same.
Even her female hormone intake is higher than needed. She's up to around
110% now, just enough for the feminine solution to give her a nearly
constant buzz. And with the vintage 50's clothing and in living fully as
a vintage lady in every way it's cross dressing taken to the limit of
exquisite and inescapable femininity. That's Joyce's high now.
The inescapable addiction now incorporated fully into the life she's
living to the full. Short and slight to begin with she was a failed man
in a failed marriage with a failed crummy job. Being found out about was
a bother but under the new law it didn't really matter because once
outed, Timmy Benson was quickly gone and immediately sent to level 1
incarceration. Now in "his" mid thirties, Joyce has been here over ten
years and is a fixture at the facility. No longer having to hide her
"compulsion" she's embraced it to the absolute limit. And to her always
chuckling delight she got the state to pay for everything once she
entered and then completed level 3.
The inmates follow behind Joyce as she minces and wiggles along. They
hear the jewelry tinkling, the stiletto heels clicking and the nylons
whispering their "shick-shick-shick" zip and they smell the floral
perfume. She hears the chuckles from a few of them and knows they're the
first timers. The ones that snicker at the hyper-feminine demeanor as
she minces and wiggles along trailing her floral perfume and with the
pearls and the hat and the white gloves and the purse that dangles over
her right forearm don't snicker for long once they are in the receiving
area and unshackled and seated in a small classroom where she takes the
lectern. Because it is there that Joyce goes over, point by point the
level structure and all the rules of the rigid system that is
Stepfordville.
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