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St Francis of Asissies Correctional Academy
I have added the second part along with the first
England 2032
The black prison van stopped outside the large metal gates outside the
forbidding walls of remote institution.
St Francis of Asissies Correctional Academy, the sign read.
The driver got out and spoke into the intercom screen and presented his
ID. for scanning.
With a groan the heavy gates slowly swung open. The driver returned and
drove through heading down the mile long drive to the main building.
Dave and Andy could see none of this from the back of the van. They had
no idea where they were. They left the court in London 3 hours ago. They
new they were probably 100's of miles away from home. They were hungry
and thirsty and both needed the toilet.
They had both been found guilty of grievous bodily harm. They been on an
all day drinking session after an argument at school with their teacher.
Dave had thrown a chair at his teachers head when he tried to confiscate
his phone. They both ran away laughing. They knew they would both be
expelled for this latest breach of discipline, but they were leaving
school in a few months and did not care.
They ran into a nearby supermarket, pushed the owner over and stole a
bottle of whisky and a bottle of brandy. After drinking the rest of the
afternoon in a nearby woods, they returned to the supermarket for more.
Sober they would have known this was a bad idea. They were not stupid,
just young and full of testosterone. The owner attacked them with a
baseball bat. He age and speed was against him. During the fight the
boys overpower him and in their drunken rage took turns in beating the
unconscious old man.
They ran away with more bottles laughing. The whole incident was
captured on the shop's CCTV system. The police found them both in a
nearby park hardly able to stand. This was serious, the old man was in a
coma.
They were in court and found guilty within a week. The new laws allowed
sixteen year old to be tried as adults. They were both sentenced to 20
years in prison. The privately run prison system was a very unpleasant
place. Everyone had heard the rumours. Hash punishment, rape and
corruption.
The country had massive financial problems mass unemployment, so most
people just cared about their own lives. The harsh treatment of
prisoners was seen as a deterrent. If you can't do the time, don't do
the crime, was the prevailing attitude.
The judge had called their parents to his chambers after the trial to
offer an alternative. The guards had been telling the boys in graphic
detail about how they would be raped and passed around by the inmates
within hours of arriving at the prison. The boys were so scared of the
prospect of 20 years of torture in prison, they had readily agreed to 5
years of "re-education and reorientation."
Their parents had signed the documents the judge presented them, then
they boys signed. The line above said "I the undersigned agree to all
treatments and will abide by the rules of the re-education and
reorientation centre." The judge reminded them that failure would result
in the immediate reinstatement of the original sentence.
"Out you come ladies," said the guard.
Both boys blinked at the light as the daylight flooded in. The cold wind
stung their eyes. They saw the huge mansion and saw a column of what
looked like catholic schoolgirls walking into a large door in the centre
of the huge building.
"Girls here, we will be alright mate" said Dave winking at Andy.
The guard laughed and said, "I'm sure they will love you two," and made
a kissing noise.
There were taken to a medical room and were both told to strip by a
sever looking matron.
They refused, the matron said to, "Oh well back to prison with you
then."
They reluctantly stripped and were examined weighed, prodded. Urine and
blood samples were taken. They were coated in a foul smelling cream from
the neck downwards. This, they were told, was to removed any harmful
bacteria. They were both taken to a shower block and told to shower and
use the shampoo that was provided.
They were glad to wash the cream off as it was burning their skin and
itching like crazy.
Andy shouted, "Fuck all my hair has gone!"
Dave had noticed his legs were smooth, not a trace of hair. "What the
fuck!"
The water turned ice cold. They were both shivering within seconds and
leapt out of the shower.
"That language will not be tolerated here," said the matron.
"Dry yourself and put on these clothes."
She left the shower room, and the boys heard the door lock behind her.
There were two very small towels. The boys dried themselves as best as
they could, teeth chattering. Why was it so bloody cold here?
They moved to the pile of clothes that the matron left.
"What the hell, these are girls clothes, I'm not bloody wearing these,"
said Dave.
All that was left there looked like a girls full length white nightgown
with lace around the collar and bottom, and worse still, white cotton
knickers.
"You can't expect us to wear these!" Andy cried.
"If you don't, you can stay in there and freeze. It will be freeze
tonight, your choice."
"If you both get dressed, you can go to bed and I will bring you a hot
chocolate and sandwiches for your supper."
They looked at each other. Dave sighed and stepped into the simple white
knickers. The lace tickled their shaved legs as they pulled the into
place. The nightgowns were like oversized tee shirts."
Somehow the matron knew they had dressed. She opened the door and said,
"Good this will be much easier if you do not fight us."
The boys new they could overpower her, but then what? They could be
anywhere, they would be wanted criminals.
They followed her along a hallway and upstairs. She opened a heavy
wooden door, she led them in and told them she would be back with their
food soon.
The room was a 10 year old girls dream. Pink walls and carpet. A fancy
white vanity and a large white wardrobe. The walls had pictures of
unicorns and ballet dancers on them.
The room was still cold, so soon both boys had jumped into bed to warm
themselves up.
"What's going on here Andy? Pink sheets and lace around the pillows? Are
they trying to turn us gay?"
"Don't be daft mate, still it could be worse, we could be in real
prison, the stuff that happens there scares the crap out of me. Peter
Crompton's brother got 5 years when he was 16. He was a head case when
he came out. He screamed anytime someone touched him. Anyway-we might
get to have a go at some of those schoolgirls."
The matron came in with 2 large mugs of hot chocolate and 2 thick ham
sandwiches.
"You can stay in bed and eat and drink just this once. Goodnight," she
said.
They heard the door lock as she left.
Both boys attacked the sandwiches and gulped down the sweet thick hot
chocolate.
They talked for a few minuets then started to feel very drowsy. Soon
they were in a deep drug induced sleep.
The boys both woke when they heard the matron enter the room... They
stumbled out of bed and saw the matron place a large bag of clothing on
the table.
"Right you two I want you washed and dressed in the next 15 minuets. You
have induction this morning."
Almost simultaneously they both grabbed their crouches. They felt the
restriction and tightness down.
"Leave those alone girls or there will be trouble."
They lifted their nightgowns and pulled down their knickers and saw that
their cocks and balls we encased in steel.
Andy yanked at his and screamed, the charge hit him and he fell to the
floor sobbing.
"Do you want to try too?" Said the matron, as she smirked at Dave
"They stay on. It will make sure you behave like good little girls."
They both launched into a tirade of swearing and ran at the matron. She
stepped back, touched her wrist watch and both boys collapsed
screaming.
"Have you had enough?"
"Yeesssss pleassseee stoooppp," they screamed.
The pain stopped.
"Tell me, that you will be good girls"
"No fucking way bitch!" shouted Dave. The collapsed again screaming.
Andy felt like he was being stuck with pins, it hurt, but nowhere near
what Dave was experiencing.
"YES! I'LL BE A GOOD GIRL," Andy shouted.
The matron looked at Dave and arched her eyebrows.
"Yes matron, I'll be a good girl too," he said meekly, the pain stopped.
"You may have noticed you were in less pain than your rude friend. You
are linked. You must help each other to be good girls. Andrea was
shocked at level 7, you Dani were level 2. If I had given Andrea 10,
well she may have been damaged permanently, you would have got a level 5
shock. So you girls need to make sure you behave in a ladylike manner or
you both suffer. Do you understand?"
In unison they said, "Yes matron."
"Good now get dressed, I'll be back in 10 minutes."
They emptied the contents of the bag. "No way," said Andy.
"Do you want your balls burnt off, we don't have a fucking choice," Dave
hissed.
They put on the uniform. Blue school knickers with tight lace trimmed
elastic. They could feel the lace tickle their legs as they were tugged
into place. A lace trimmed vest. A white blouse made of soft cotton. The
buttons were the wrong way around, so they took a while to get them
fastened.
The came the item they were dreading, a short green plaid school skirt.
They fastened these around their waists, put on the lace topped socks,
then finally the black ballet flats.
They could barely look at each other, both were glowing red with
embarrassment. The matron unlocked the door.
"Good, you are ready to begin. I can see you are both embarrassed, may I
ask why?"
"Because we are dressed as girls," said Andy.
"Why is that embarrassing? Do you think you are better that girls?"
"Well not exactly, but we're boys," said Dave.
"If I wore a man's suit would that embarrass me? No it wouldn't, because
you see females as beneath you. Here you will learn how wrong that is.
We will correct that misconception. Andrea, Dani, follow me"
The boys felt naked from the waist down as they follow the matron
downstairs. Their short skirts swished against their bare legs.
Induction, explanation and choice.
They were led down to a small classroom with a large T.V. screen on the
wall.
"Right girls, sit down."
They both pulled out the wooden chairs and sat behind a desk each. Andy
felt the cold wood on his upper thighs. This was an unfamiliar feeling.
"You both have a choice now, you have one last chance to back out now.
Before you say anything I want you to watch this video. Remember you are
both going to spend the next 20 prison if you do back out."
The matron pushed a button on the remote and the video started.
The captions on the screen read, "Prisoner Simon Blackwell age 17,
sentenced 20 years for attempted murder."
A close up showed a dark haired youth sneering at the camera. Next the
screen cut to CCTV footage of Simon being dragged into a cell by five
burly older men. Then it cut to footage of the cell he had been dragged
into.
His clothes had been ripped off and he was being held down while the men
raped him. There was no sound, but you could see he was screaming. Then
the footage changed again to the recreational area. The camera zoomed in
on Simon. His long hair was in pigtails, his eyelids had what looked
like cigarette ash smeared on them. His shorts had been ripped and sewn
to look like a skirt. His shirt was tied in a knot, giving it an
appearance of a bra top.
The worse thing was the look in his eyes as a huge muscled bald man
wrapped his arms around him. He looked terrified. The captions read,
"After 4 suicide attempts the subject appears to have accepted his role
within the unit. While this behaviour is not sanctioned, the induction
of younger inmates into serving as female sexual partners keeps the
general population passive. The prospect of never having sexual congress
again for some of the more aggressive long term inmates used to be a
source of constant violence. The younger inmates provide a useful source
of distraction. While this solution is in no way condoned, we would
recommend the non interference policy continues. This report should not
be released into the public domain"
"OK girls, you can end this now and be sent to prison for 20 years like
poor Simon did, or you can remain here and accept the training we offer.
If you do accept you need to sign consent forms for minor medical
treatments. I will be back in 5 minutes with the forms." The matron
walked out of the room without closing the door.
"What the fuck! I don't want to be a girl," said Dave.
"Nor do I, what choice do we have? You saw what happened to that poor
sod, can you imagine 20 years as someone's bitch!"
"We could run," said Dave looking at the open door.
"Have you forgotten what's wrapped around your cock?. You would be on
the floor screaming before you reached the yard. You do what you want,
I'm going to stay. Before you say anything, think, 5 years then this is
over, or you can do 20 as someone's prison wife" said Andy.
"There really is no choice then, just remember whatever we have to wear
or whatever they make us do, we are still blokes. We will back to our
old lives before we are 22 mate."
The matron chuckled as she watched the boys discuss their fate. The
whole academy had state of the art monitoring equipment, everything the
pupils said was recorded. The fake report they had watched was a very
useful tool for getting the pupils to agree to the medical procedures.
She knew that type of thing did go on in prisons, but the report implied
that it happened to all young men entering the system.
The Matron walked into the room with the forms in her hand.
"What's it to be girls? Or is it going to be boys?"
"We will stay and accept the training and treatments," said Andy.
"Good now sign these forms and I will explain how things work here," she
said.
She collected the forms noting neither boy had even bothered to read
them.
"Right, from now on you call me matron or miss. If you meet a man he is
to be called sir. Any lapse in this will earn a demerit. All demerits
are add up and correctional punishment is given out in weekly
assemblies."
"But!" said Dave.
"You have just earned 1 demerit for interrupting me Dani."
Dave shut up and looked flustered.
"You may be warned or corrected by staff at anytime using your shock
devices. While you are here you will be taught to behave and think like
girls, and later women. Women break the law a lot less than men. There
is more work available for women in our modern society. Men are good for
fighting and heavy work. We are not at war and machines do most of the
heavy work. Where we do need people are jobs like nursing, caring,
secretarial and even maids and nannies. With the wealthy crying out for
staff like they did after the first world war. Servants are seen as a
statement of wealth."
The boys shifted in their seats trying to take this all in.
"Your first six months here will be as girls. We will assess you to see
what work you are suitable to undertake. The second six months will be
as young women, you will dress and learn to behave as such. In your
second year you will receive training in you assigned job. Then you will
be found a place of employment for the remaining three years of your
sentence. I will remind you that at anytime we can send you to prison to
serve your original sentence. Is that clear?"
"Yes miss," the boys answered.
"Good. While you slept you were implanted with a slow release hormone
capsules. These will help you to look, feel and act more like girls"
The boys looked like they were about to shout, they saw her hand move
towards her watch and stayed silent.
"The effects will mean you may develop small breasts, also your penises
will remain soft. This should not matter as you will not be able to play
with them for the next 5 years anyway. You will come to realise that the
testosterone they produce got you into all this trouble."
"You will be monitored at all times. It is your job to make sure each
other act feminine at all times. You will both be punished for each
others lapses. Do you understand?"
"Yes miss," they answered, both glanced at each other.
"Good, if you are making progress we will allow your families to visit
you once a month. Now you have missed breakfast, but you can both spend
the rest of the day in your room reading the rulebook. I will have lunch
served to you by one of our maids in training. It will be prepared by a
third year trainee cook. It is useful having so many willing young
ladies around"
"Tomorrow you start your classes with the other girls. Now back up to
your room."
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