Rehabilitation Part 13
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Monday 10th March, 2020; 09:15
I slept surprisingly well, given the circumstances. Maybe it was all the
stress of having to hide my chastity device from Marcus finally being
released, or the relaxation from his massage, or Miss Stevens' medication
ramping up its efficacy? Even my cock felt calm inside its cage this
morning, which was a nice change. Perhaps I was just shattered following
the rollercoaster of events over the past... week. Good God, had it
really only been one week since that initial meeting with Miss Stevens?!
For some reason it felt like an eternity had gone by - my days had been
so jam-packed with huge lifestyle changes I almost struggled to relate to
the 'me' from a week ago. It was like I was an entirely different person
already - and according to Miss Stevens' schedule, there were still 51
weeks to go!
That, at least, was some comfort in a way. Although it felt as if an
eternity had passed, I was one week down into the rehabilitation
programme. I was making progress. I finally felt as if I had some purpose
in life rather than unleashing random violence at black people. Don't get
me wrong, I still wasn't the biggest fan of black people - Marcus was the
distinct exception - but I felt some of my fear and anger focused around
them was fading. There was still one major reason I had for disliking
them, however - and I couldn't shake the feeling Miss Stevens would
unearth it eventually.
For the meantime, however, I found myself walking down to Miss Stevens'
office, Marcus strolling along by my side, the prison guards flanking us
all the way. As we reached the door Marcus gave me a little parting wave
and went straight in, taking my dream diary (once again with a hastily
scribbled fake dream) to show Miss Stevens, whilst I was led down the
hall a little to the women's changing room to get showered and changed.
I'd resolved to follow Miss Stevens' advice and shave off the itchy pubic
hair growing back around my chastity cage - it wasn't unbearable, but I
could tell it would be before long and if she had no intention of
providing me with a soothing gel I wanted to nip the issue in the bud
before it got worse.
I was hit with a problem in that plan, however, as I discovered after
stripping off and jumping into the delightfully warm shower the pink
razor that had resided in the shower for the past few days was missing.
Bums, I thought to myself as I lathered my body with soapy suds. I'd have
to ask Miss Stevens to replace it - unless this was some subtle
punishment for me asking her for a gel yesterday. I shook my head -
whilst Miss Stevens was certainly becoming infamous for her manipulative
techniques, this seemed more of a genuine error than anything malicious.
Clean once more, I stepped out to towel off and saw, atop my small prison
uniform and tight
white briefs, some strange pink and white device that looked like the
electric foot file my mum had owned when I was younger. Stepping closer,
I saw a small card attached to it with Miss Stevens' writing adorning it.
It read:
Dear Josh,
I had a thought following our discussion about your pubic hair regrowing
and becoming itchy. Whilst regular shaving is one solution a more long-
lasting one would be using an epilator! Simply hold the end against your
skin and switch it on - it might sting a little but it's better than
daily razor burn and will keep those pesky hairs away for at least a
month!
Also thought probably time you needed a locker in here! Locker 5 will be
for you - no need to lock it. Leave the epilator in there when you're
done.
With love,
Miss Stevens
x
An epilator? I thought to myself. I'd never heard of such a thing.
Picking it up, I flicked the switch and the end starting whirring and
rotating softly, making the device vibrate in my hand. Curious, I held it
close to my arm and nearly yelped as it yanked out a small but noticeable
patch of hair. I switched the epilator off and rubbed my arm to soothe
the pain - but it had been more shock than actual pain, and it soon
faded. The feel of the hairless skin under my fingers felt wonderfully
smooth compared with the now-almost scratchy feel of the hair on the rest
of my arm. I debated the situation for a moment, then held the epilator
down between my legs and, taking a deep breath, flicked it on.
Monday 10th March, 2020; 09:37
Hobbling a little on my return from the changing room, clad in the
tighter-fitting uniform and briefs once more, I wondered if I'd made the
right decision. Certainly the area around the chastity cage was much
smoother and less itchy now, but I was glad I wasn't going to have to
subject myself to that again for another month. I'd left the epilator in
my new locker, which was empty at the moment, but it felt like a kind
gesture of Miss Stevens to grant me a space of my own given that most
independence had been removed from me of late.
I dutifully knocked at the door to Miss Stevens' office and waited to be
called in, then stepped through to see Miss Stevens sat neatly behind her
desk, smiling as I walked in. Instead of the customary one chair sitting
facing her on the other side, there were now two, and Marcus was sitting
in one of them. I spotted my dream diary lying open on Miss Stevens'
desk, and I wondered how much longer she'd believe the made-up dreams I
was writing in there. This time I'd scribbled down something about baking
with my mum when I was younger.
"Good morning, Josh," Miss Stevens beamed as she poured me a cup of tea
and placed my relaxation pill on the side of the saucer. "Marcus and I
have just been catching up with our progress. Please, have a seat." Today
Miss Stevens was wearing a hot pink wrap-around top with puffy sleeves
and loose-fit black leggings. I caught sight of the shimmering diamond on
her engagement ring again and wondered how much it had cost.
"Good morning, Miss Stevens," I replied, sitting down next to Marcus and
reaching out for my cup of tea. I couldn't help but notice Miss Stevens
hadn't poured Marcus one. "Um, Miss Stevens?" I asked, pausing before
taking a sip and catching a whiff of the sweet-scented tea.
"What is it, Josh?" she asked in reply. "Is everything okay?"
"Yes thank you, Miss Stevens, but I was just wondering - does Marcus not
need a cup of tea, too?" Miss Stevens' face shifted into an even wider
smile.
"How kind of you, sweetie," she said. "It's very good of you to ensure
Marcus is taken care of, but unfortunately he's allergic to one of the
ingredients in the tea. I did offer him some water, but he declined. But
it's very good of you to think of him," Miss Stevens reiterated.
"What's that pill you have?" asked Marcus, pointing at my saucer
curiously.
"Oh, it's a pill to help me relax. I was, um... a bit stressed about
things. Miss Stevens kindly gave me a prescription," I explained.
"Alright," nodded Marcus in response. "What's it called, Miss Stevens?
Because it certainly seems to be working and if I'm ever that stressed
I'd love to know what to buy!" he laughed. Miss Stevens smiled.
"I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to buy this over the counter, Marcus,"
Miss Stevens smiled, shaking her head. "The company my fiance, Adam,
works for - Simeon Paydes International - has only just got it out
through trials and the fact I have some to give Josh is thanks to him.
It's a medication called Anxigen, which they hope to be a wonderful drug
for relaxation without the addictive or negative side-effects of current
drugs on the market. You've not been experiencing anything like that so
far, have you Josh?"
"No, Miss Stevens," I replied, a touch of worry creeping into my voice.
"Am I likely to?"
"Not at all," Miss Stevens smiled soothingly. "Anxigen has been
extensively tested and no side-effects were reported. I wouldn't have
given it to you if I thought it were unsafe, but still - let me know if
you want to stop taking it."
"I will, Miss Stevens," I nodded. "I'm quite happy continuing with it for
now," I added, swallowing down the small circular tablet. "I think it's
really helping me."
"It's early days but I think so, too," she smiled. "Now, we've wasted
enough time nattering away, nice as it's been! Now, I've checked with
Marcus that you'd told him the plan for this session, Josh, and I'm
pleased to hear he's prepared. Just to recap - you'll both be sharing a
short list of 5 things you were worried about when you first learnt you'd
be sharing a cell together and whether that's still an issue, and then 5
things you've found positive, or a pleasant surprise, about sharing a
cell together these past few days. And neither of you know what's on the
others list?" Miss Stevens checked. Both Marcus and I shook our heads. To
be honest, I wasn't 100% sure what was on my own list, let alone his - I
really needed to get better at this forward planning malarkey.
Miss Stevens sat forward in her chair, flipped open a notebook and
grasped a pen, then looked up at us both.
"Would either of you particularly like to begin? Or shall I choose?"
"I'll start things off if that's alright?" Marcus jumped in, raising his
hand a little as he leaned forwards. I felt relieved to not have to go
first, and I hoped that relief and gratitude was transmitted in the quick
look I flashed him as he looked my way.
"Of course, Marcus," Miss Stevens replied. "The 5 things you were worried
about first, please - then we'll discuss those and hear Josh's 5
afterwards."
"Right, okay," Marcus nodded, leaning forwards and turning so he could
face both me and Miss Stevens. "I'm afraid I couldn't really come up with
5 things to be worried about, but maybe as I go I'll think of more," he
admitted. I felt another surge of relief - thank goodness it wasn't just
me who struggled to think of all these things Miss Stevens asked about!
And she couldn't punish me for not doing it properly if she didn't also
punish Marcus, so at least then we'd be in this together.
"That's alright, Marcus," Miss Stevens said softly. "Just tell us what
you've thought about."
"Well, I suppose the first thing I was concerned about was that I'd
obviously heard Josh was in prison for a lot of racially aggravated
crimes. I knew I'd be able to handle myself, but I was concerned that
he'd carry on that attitude with me and be obnoxious and abusive."
"And has he?" asked Miss Stevens.
"Not at all," Marcus smiled, shaking his head. "Well, you were a little
that first day," he added, turning more to face me, "but after that it's
not been an issue at all. So much so that if I was only just finding out
about the nature of Josh's criminal record I'd be surprised. I think we
get on very well." I felt a warm glow inside me as he said that, the
intensity of which surprised me. Obviously I was happy that Marcus
thought we got on well, but my body had decided to amplify that happiness
for some reason.
"Wonderful," Miss Stevens smiled. "That is good to hear. What are your
thoughts on what Marcus has just shared, Josh? Do you think it's
accurate?"
"Yes, Miss Stevens," I nodded in reply. "I, um... I agree that we get on
well."
"Fantastic! And in such a short space of time, too. I suppose when we
meet and spend time with the right people..." Miss Stevens trailed off,
and the glorious dazzle of her engagement ring caught my eye once more.
"Now, your second worry, Marcus?"
"My second worry isn't so much about Josh, but more the cell-sharing side
of things," Marcus summarised.
"Go on," Miss Stevens urged.
"Once again, I knew beforehand that Josh's old cellmate had been put in
hospital by Jackson Lyons - a black guy. I suppose I was worried that
he'd have... difficult feelings about sharing a cell with a black guy
after that, even without the aforementioned dislike. And I guess I didn't
want him to be taunted or face ridicule for sharing a cell with me.
People are stupid, you know?" Marcus shrugged. Once again I felt a warm
glow inside me at hearing how, even from before he'd started to get to
know me - back when he thought I might continue being a racist, abusive
tit - Marcus had wanted to ensure my feelings were taken into account. I
had seriously misjudged him on day one.
"I see," Miss Stevens nodded, listening intently. "I'll admit, I had my
concerns about that too. Ones that were perhaps validated by that
incident involving Shane and Simon in the gym the other day?" Marcus
nodded.
"I didn't know you were aware of that," he replied.
"I was," Miss Stevens confirmed. "I hope you'll be pleased to hear I
wrote a statement to the prison governors on your behalf about the matter
- and they've both been transferred elsewhere, to places that will better
suit their own rehabilitation and corrective needs," she said softly,
with an ominous tone that had usually been reserved for me. "There are
some boys who simply do not want to accept they can be better," she
continued, shaking her head. "I have very little time for them. Perhaps
someone else will have better luck. But anyway - what are your thoughts
on that, Josh?"
I paused for a moment, taking in the news that we wouldn't have to worry
about Shane or Simon any more. I suppose it was too much to hope that
Miss Stevens would get Jackson Lyons transferred away - especially seeing
as his name had already been brought up in this conversation too - but I
could sigh with relief a little at the knowledge there were two fewer
dangerous inmates to look out for.
"Thank you, Miss Stevens," I began, "for writing the statement. That
means a lot. And, um, I suppose I did have difficult feelings about
sharing a cell with Marcus at first, but I was more worried about what
Jackson would say or do," I angled, trying to increase the perceived
threat from him.
"You're welcome, sweetie," Miss Stevens smiled. "And how has this Jackson
Lyons behaved around you since you started sharing a cell with Marcus?
Has he been giving you any difficulty?"
"Um..." I paused, thinking back. "Honestly, Miss Stevens, he hasn't. I'm
quite surprised. All he and his gang have done is laugh when I've gone
by, which is actually better than before. I don't quite understand it," I
shrugged.
"It could be for a number of reasons," Miss Stevens replied. "Perhaps his
major issue was with your old cellmate instead of you, but I doubt it. If
I was a betting woman, I'd guess that Jackson is of the impression that
you've been turned into Marcus' prison wife." If I'd had any tea left in
my mouth, it would have hit the far wall.
"Marcus' what, Miss Stevens?!" I replied, aghast.
"His prison wife, sweetie," Miss Stevens answered casually.
"That makes a lot of sense," nodded Marcus as my eyes widened with
horror.
"Do you know what a prison wife is, Josh?" Miss Stevens asked me
politely. Obviously I knew, but the term I was familiar with wasn't as
well-mannered as 'wife'.
"I do, but..." I trailed off, mouth gaping like a fish.
"You've never considered Marcus and your relationship from that angle?"
She continued, finishing my sentence.
"Yes, Miss Stevens," I finished bluntly.
"All I'm thinking - and it sounds like you agree with me, Marcus - is
that from an outside perspective it makes sense. I hope it doesn't hurt
your pride to hear this, Josh, but it's plainly obvious that Marcus is
the more masculine of the two of you, and there's often an element of
race when it comes to these things too, with studies showing black
universally being the dominant race over white in these relationships. I
feel that from Jackson's perspective he might naturally assume you're no
longer a threat or adversary if you're Marcus' prison wife. Which, true
or not - if it gets him to back off, does it matter?" Miss Stevens asked.
I wanted to tell her that yes, it did matter if the other prison inmates
thought that Marcus had turned me into his prison wife. I wanted to say
that the thought of being so subservient and emasculated by a black man
was abhorrent to me. I wanted to say that I'd never thought of Marcus and
my relationship in those terms before now. But I knew that that was the
shadow of the old Josh speaking, and ironically I wasn't seeing things
quite as black and white as I used to.
"I guess not, Miss Stevens," I replied quietly, staring down at my lap.
Was I becoming Marcus' prison wife? And if we ended up released together,
once the rehabilitation programme came to an end, what then? Would there
be an implication to continue our relationship in that manner? Could I
just go back to being a normal guy?
"Did you have a third thing to share, Marcus?" Miss Stevens asked,
cutting across my internal questioning.
"No, Miss Stevens," Marcus shook his head. "Sorry."
"That's quite alright," she smiled. "Josh - your turn. Would you care to
share the first thing you were worried about when it came to sharing a
cell with Marcus?" I gulped. There were some fairly obvious things that
came to mind, but if Marcus had got away with only sharing two then maybe
I could too, avoiding the more awkward ones.
"Yes, Miss Stevens. I suppose the first thing I was worried about was...
was that Marcus might be someone just like Jackson. I was worried that he
might kill me, or hurt me, or... as we were just talking about, maybe try
and make me his..." I trailed off, not wanting to say the term again.
"Okay," Miss Stevens nodded, smiling gently. "I guess we can split that
into two things to talk about, really - the first is that you were
worried for your physical safety. The second is that you were worried
that your ideas about your masculinity would be infringed upon. Have you
had concern about your physical safety whilst you've been sharing a cell
with Marcus, Josh?"
I shook my head. "No, Miss Stevens. Other than that first night," I
added, remembering how imposing and intimidating Marcus had been at
first, before he'd dropped the facade and become the more gentle, caring
person he was at heart.
"Good," she replied, scribbling in her notepad. "How about the second
part? Have you still been worried about your masculinity being stripped
away? Or have you experienced it at all?" I really didn't want to have to
answer that, as the answers were both 'yes'. I definitely felt like less
of a man since when I'd entered prison, and whilst some aspects of that
change were worrying, others felt more positive. I suppose the latter
changes were due to the 'toxic' aspect of my masculinity fading away,
whereas the former... I hadn't quite wrapped my head around yet.
"That's tricky to answer, Miss Stevens," I opted to start with. "I think
my perception of my masculinity was quite a toxic one, so whilst I feel
my masculinity has 'lessened' - for want of a better word - it's probably
just as it always was... just better. If that makes any sense?" I asked,
looking between Miss Stevens and Marcus. Both were smiling and nodding
sagely.
"I get it, Josh," Marcus purred.
"It makes perfect sense to me," Miss Stevens echoed. "It sounds like
Marcus fully agrees with what you say, too, is that fair?" Marcus nodded.
"In that case, what's the third thing you were worried about, sweetie?" I
paused, wondering if I could say nothing and get out with only sharing
two things like Marcus did. The atmosphere didn't feel right, and I did
actually have something I wanted to share, much as it surprised me to
want to talk about.
"I... I was worried that, what with sharing a small confined space and
all... I wouldn't be able to keep my chastity cage a secret from Marcus,"
I gulped, staring back down at my lap. To my shock, Marcus reached across
and took my hand gently. I looked up into his face, which showed only
warm understanding and pride in my courage to speak up.
"I see," Miss Stevens replied, raising an eyebrow. "I assume from how
you're talking about it... Marcus, are you now aware that Josh is locked
in a chastity device - the Micro Baby Pink Boytrainer 2020 - and will
continue to be locked in it permanently until his rehabilitation reaches
an appropriate stage?"
"I am, Miss Stevens," Marcus nodded. "I didn't know that's what the
device was called, but as of last night Josh showed me it. I think it
took a lot of courage for him to show me it, and I'm proud of him for
bringing it up today. It doesn't bother me at all, but I know it bothers
him, so the fact he's talking about it more freely is a huge step." I
blushed, Marcus still holding my hand, stuck for words.
"I couldn't have put it better myself, Marcus," Miss Stevens beamed.
"Considering it's only been a week since we first met, Josh, and even
less time that you've been in chastity and interacting with Marcus,
you've made a staggering amount of progress. This all comes so naturally
to you, Josh - I hope you can see that. I'm very proud of you, too," she
added, briefly reaching across the table to squeeze my other hand
reassuringly. I couldn't help but feel warm and relaxed inside, and much
as I'd love to wave it off as the Anxigen kicking in, I knew it was
because the two most important people in my life at the moment were
saying such kind things. I felt overcome with emotion, and must have
started to tear up as Miss Stevens was soon offering me a tissue.
As I wiped away embarrassing tears of happiness, she continued:
"Are you alright, sweetie? Are you ready to continue? Was there a fourth
thing you were concerned about, or would you like us to move on to
Marcus' 5 positive things? Either way I feel you may cry a bit more!"
Miss Stevens giggled gently. I found myself giggling a bit too.
"I don't have a fourth thing, Miss Stevens," I said. If I was going to
have a fourth thing, it would be that I had been in the group that had
harassed Marcus' little sister in the incident that led to his arrest -
but it didn't feel like the right time. I wanted to confess to him, but I
wasn't brave enough yet.
"No worries at all. I'm glad, if anything, that we've been struggling to
think of worries to share - hopefully the positive things will come more
readily! Marcus, would you mind?" Miss Stevens gestured.
"Of course," Marcus nodded, giving my hand a parting squeeze before
launching into his next sentence. "This is easy:
"One, I find Josh really easy to talk to. I don't know if he finds me as
easy to talk to, but I feel like I could just talk about whatever and
Josh would listen. Which feeds really well into two, which is that Josh
is really kind. Given the brief I had on you beforehand, Josh, I was
really surprised, but you are such a kind, gentle, understanding person
deep down. And three - you're hardworking, too. I'm really impressed by
your determination and commitment, Josh, which shines through in
everything you do - from your work for the rehabilitation programme, to
working out in the gym - you might complain and moan but you always push
yourself to do whatever I ask you!" Marcus smiled, gently nudging my
shoulder. I felt like I was about to cry again. "Four, well that would be
how clean Josh is around the cell. I know it's probably a strange, minor
thing - but I've shared a cell with really messy people in the past and
you're not one of them," Marcus grinned at me. "You always keep your bunk
neat, tidy any mess you make, and I've never caught you smelling of body
odour. Five - this is where it gets tough, because there's loads more
things I could mention, but I think it's important for me to almost
summarise all of them and say I'm pleasantly surprised to find that Josh
is someone I'd want to stay in touch with after leaving prison. I know
it's only been a matter of days, but I see in Josh a friend for life -
and I mean that," he reiterated, reaching back across and patting my
shoulder.
It was too late - I was already blubbing again. Miss Stevens passed me a
fresh tissue which I took gratefully.
"High praise, indeed," Miss Stevens smiled. "Do you see, sweetie? This is
why I wanted you to join my rehabilitation programme. Because I could see
all of that positivity inside of you. Because I knew you had the
potential to be so much better than you were. It's why I chose Marcus -
because I hoped he would see it too, and I'm so pleased to hear him
saying such lovely things about you. I agree with him completely, Josh -
I really do."
"Thank you both," I cried, sniffing. I seemed to be at the mercy of my
emotions today.
"Do you think you're ready to share some positive things that you've
discovered about Marcus?" Miss Stevens asked gently after a brief pause.
I nodded, blew my nose, and raised my head to reply.
"Um... I'm not sure I can be quite as eloquent," I began. "But I... first
of all, Marcus is really easy to talk to as well. I know that's not me
being particularly inventive, but although this whole situation does make
me uncomfortable I feel Marcus' presence makes me more at ease. So,
yeah... two is also along similar lines to yours, Marcus," I said,
turning more towards him, "but it's that you're really patient and
easygoing, and everything I expect you to get angry or shocked about you
take in your stride. So I suppose the first two link together, but
basically you're easy to get along with and you've been very
understanding. Three is that - well, three is that I... even though
you're black, and before now I know I've not been very good with black
people, I... you're making me think differently about black people.
Better. I know I'm probably not perfect, and I don't know if I ever will
be, but I... you make me want to think better when it comes to race.
Four... for four I guess I should say that I'm really grateful at how you
want to help me improve myself, and how you've been pushing me in the gym
to get in shape. I can already feel my body changing, getting more
energetic - and that's thanks to you. As for five - whatever I had, I
want to echo what you've said - I wouldn't want to lose contact with you
after we get out of prison. I don't really know what path my life will
take once I'm out - almost certainly a better one thanks to you and Miss
Stevens - but I can't really see a path where you're not a part of it
somehow. So... that's five," I finished, staring down at my lap and once
again trying to fight back tears with mixed success.
"That's wonderful, sweetie," Miss Stevens beamed. "I'm not lying when I
say I can't really recognise you when I think back to the horrible little
boy you were a week ago. Well done. Oh my word, look at the time!" She
interjected, gazing up at the clock. "I'm so sorry to call our meeting
short, but I need to get moving to a meeting with the prison governors
and I'm sure you wouldn't want me to keep them waiting. We've pretty much
covered everything I wanted to, however, and I'm so grateful for both
your contributions today."
"Pleasure to see you again, Miss Stevens," Marcus smiled. "I hope all
goes well at your meeting."
"Thank you, Marcus," she replied, nodding. "I'll see you again next week
- and I'll see you tomorrow, Josh, at a similar time." Miss Stevens rose
from her seat, grabbing her handbag, and gestured for us to stand too.
"I'm very proud of you both," she added, as we made our way to the door.
"Thank you, Miss Stevens," I said as we stepped outside into the
corridor. "See you tomorrow!"
Miracle
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