After Sheba pumped her spunk into Timmy's suck hole and had him swallow her load, she shaved him smooth and hairless like a woman should be. She then dressed him up in a patchwork of lacy lingerie similar to the way Madonna used to dress when she started her career. She even put a bow in his hair and had him put on the lacy fingerless elbow length gloves. A lacy garter held his fishnet stockings thigh high for a nice sexy effect. There was no need for a skirt or panties. They wouldn't be on long enough for the bother.
When Sheba walked him back out and reintroduced him to Kong and his crew of gangsters, no one could believe their eyes. No longer could anyone possibly think of Timmy as a man. That wasn't even an option. The only thing that even hinted of masculinity about him was his hard little two inch pecker shamelessly pointing straight ahead like it was telling him which way to go. It danced around like a little puppet whenever he would take a step. There was no sign of male left in Timmy's appearance except for that little thing and that didn't really matter to anyone except maybe Timmy. Timmy had been transformed into a pretty girl. Granted he was a flat chested, shapeless girl, but lots of pretty little prison girls were that way until some big strong prison daddy decided to start feeding them hormones or inject them with silicon in all the appropriate places. Timmy was soft, smooth and pretty with a delicate fragile body and that was what mattered in the beginning. Everyone was speechless, even Johnny for once. Johnny kind of stared with a mixture of shock and lust. Then Sheba introduced Timmy with the announcement of his new name.
"Meet Tiffany, everyone. We'll call her Tiffy for short," Sheba said. It made Johnny snort out a laugh and mimic the name. It made Timmy/Tiffany put her head down in shame. Kong approached her and took her chin gently in his hand. He lifted her head and forced her to look up into his eyes.
"Is that little white monkey bothering you, Tiffy darling?"
Tiffany rolled her eyes sideways at Johnny who nervously backed up and stared in disbelief. "Maybe a little," she said with a shrug.
Kong let go of Tiffany's chin and stomped over to Johnny. "Get over against the cell wall and stand in the corner."
"Are you serious?"
"Either stand in the corner with your pointy nose stuck to the wall or Sheba is going to take you into the back and fix you up nice and pretty so you can join us."
"I... I'll just leave, okay?" Johnny asked.
"No, it's not okay. You have two choices. Pick one."
Johnny hustled over to the corner of the cell and pressed his nose into it.
"That's right, boy. Press your nose right up against it. And close those fucking eyes and keep them shut. You know the drill, boy! Don't make me take off my belt!" Kong reached for his belt and Johnny trembled. Kong turned back to Tiffany with a wink. "Is that better, baby?"
Tiffany wasn't sure how to answer.
"Of course it is," Sheba cut in, wrapping her arms around Tiffany and licking her ear. She was actually cutting Tiffany off before she could answer to make sure she said the correct things. "I'll bet she wants to thank you for getting rid of that annoying little shit but doesn't know how. You can just give him a little 'thank you', baby. That's all Daddy needs."
Sheba smiled at Tiffany and Tiffany took the hint. Tiffany glanced at Kong, "Thank you, Daddy."
"That's alright, Princess. I'm sure you'll be showing me how grateful you are in a few minutes here."
Tiffany looked to Sheba for guidance. Sheba slid down Tiffany's torso to her knees and took Tiffany in her mouth. Tiffany gasped. She thought for a moment Sheba was about to return the favor Tiffany had done for her in the rear cell moments ago. She was, actually, in her own way, just not yet. Sheba brought Tiffany to the edge only. Then she wrapped a piece of twine tightly around the base of Tiffany's cock before she could cum. In addition to making her unable to cum, it kept her hard without the possibility of going soft.
