As I left the court room I didn't know how to feel. Escaping the death penalty was certainly a positive side to the day, but the alternative given by the judge wasn't exactly a walk in the park. Especially as I hadn't done anything wrong, but the girl who had accused me had done an amazing job of lying through her teeth to the jury and now my innocence was a part of my former life. The malicious grin on her face was the last thing I saw as I exited the court room to start my new life.
"Mandatory gender reclassification" was the name of the procedure, and also the name of the program I endured for the next 6 months. That's how long it took for the surgery, hormones and hypnotic training to be completed which left me as close to being a girl as could be. The only thing they couldn't do was give me a womb, but apart from that they'd done a great job.
I now looked every part a gorgeous, slim, attractive girl with ample assets and long, dirty blonde hair. I'd met quite a few other girls on the program but I guess their bone structure wasn't as suitable and I definitely got the most attention from the few men that were around. There were strict rules on conduct in the program which everyone adhered to though, so apart from some lascivious looks I hadn't had any sexual contact for the entire time.
The only strange thing was that the hypnotic training didn't seem to be working as well on me. The other girls were happily giggling together about the men that visited occasionally, but I never felt anything for them. If anything my sexual urges were growing stronger toward the other girls on my course, and I greatly enjoyed communal showers and exercise time.
I didn't say anything of course; I was desperate to complete my 6 months without incident so suppressed my urges to see if any of the girls would reciprocate. Plenty of time for that after I leave.
The time eventually came, and I was discharged from the program with a new name, history and a clean slate. Only the courts had my details on record and they were kept confidential for my protection. The only person I was allowed to keep in contact with was my psychologist/parole officer who had been my companion the entire 6 months. She was assigned to keep an eye on me for the foreseeable future until she decided it was no longer necessary. She could also administer more hypnotic training sessions or have me sent back to the program or the courts if I misbehaved.
My first few days on the outside were very strange. Just being outside of the institution was different enough but the way people treated me was the hardest to get used to. Women were far friendlier and easily approachable, but men were a different story again. Leers, comments, gestures and not a few unsubtle gropes had me almost in fear of the men around me. I didn't think I had being doing anything that warranted this but I guess my gorgeous new body was the cause. It still felt a little foreign to me, and seeing myself in the mirror now caused me to get a little damp down below, and I could feel my sexual desire stoking inside me.
My nipples were almost permanently erect due to my arousal, especially when I found myself in the company of other pretty women. And I found myself gravitating towards activities that encouraged this.
My first visit to a swimming pool with an open plan changing room was quite an experience and I was hard pressed not to start playing with myself in front of them. One of the ladies there, a tall dark-haired girl with a beautifully formed pair of breasts, seemed to be paying me the same kind of attention as I was giving her, but I was still new to my body and life, and shyly moved away. There's always next week.
My first therapy session came round quickly. I had been shopping now, and so instead of wearing the plain and uninteresting clothes given to me at the end of the program I now had a whole new wardrobe. Out went the baggy smock, and in came pretty, figure hugging dresses, sexy lingerie and heels. I felt a million dollars as I rang the bell of Karen, my psychologist and parole officer. I was desperate to make a good impression after my first few days on the outside and wanted to show how feminine I was. I still wasn't feeling any sexual desire towards men, but I had long ago committed myself to pretending the opposite to keep myself out of jail.
The intercom buzzed loudly, and I heard Karen's voice asking me to enter as the door clicked open. It was a very nice apartment block in a good area; I can only assume that her line of work was well remunerated. Walking along the hard floor to her apartment, I enjoyed the feel and sound of my heels clicking away as I strode down the corridor to her door before knocking.
Karen opened the door straight away and let me in. She looked great; a tight, black low-cut top revealing her full bosom above an even tighter, incredibly short skirt that made her ass wiggle as she walked me in to her apartment on black, stiletto court shoes. My nipples became suddenly sensitive as I saw her, and I almost moaned as I felt my pussy react to her presence.
Led to a very fashionable and comfortable leather couch, I gratefully dropped into the seat feeling suddenly unable to make a sound without it being sexual, even more so now that Karen was looking at me, her tongue running across her full, red lips slightly.
"Thank you for coming, have you enjoyed your time outside?" said Karen, my only response a nod as I felt my eyes fixed to hers.
"Good girl, you certainly look like you've been enjoying your shopping, you look very sexy today. Much better than that ugly thing you had to wear inside. Why don't you give me a little spin?"
At her command I nodded, stood and did my best to give a girly turn, wiggling my gorgeous new backside at her, desperate for her to approve.
"Mmm, lovely, come sit down again, no, here next to me. I want you close to me so I can enjoy you as much as possible. I'm glad you're being quiet, I wasn't sure if I'd need to reinforce your programming but it looks like you are nice and compliant. Just the way I like my little sluts."
To say I was surprised would be an understatement; I had never heard Karen swear even slightly before, and calling me a slut was a shock! What I was most surprised of though was the noise I made as I realised what she'd called me... I felt like I was going to cum when she called me a slut, and grunted like a porn star taking a big, hard cock in her.
"You are going to be so much fun, I can tell already. Now get down on your knees in front of me, hands behind your back and open your mouth. Don't bother trying to resist, I've had 6 months to program you just the way I want, and your body was sculpted to my requirements as well. The doctors didn't know why I wanted you this way of course though; I just told them it was part of your rehabilitation. Although I know some of them did enjoy themselves with your unconscious body once they'd finished. I can't blame them of course; I'm really looking forward to doing similar things to you, and watching other people doing them to you as well. Now hold still."
On her command, and without even thinking, I had done everything she had asked, and I was now on my knees, legs slightly apart, with my hands clasped behind my back and my mouth wide open. My posture caused my already quite impressive breasts to almost burst out of my top and my nipples to stick obviously out at the front, distinctly hard inside the tight, white fabric.
Karen reached down beside her seat and opened a small box, removing a long metal chain ending in a wide, black leather collar. She smiled as she leaned forward, my eyes drawn down to her cleavage as she affixed the collar around my neck before tightening it. This pushed my head up again, as the collar forced my neck straight and was tight enough to almost choke me if I tried to bend at all.
Next she retrieved another leather strap with a large ball in the middle, which I quickly realised was a gag as she inserted it in my mouth, fastening it firmly behind my head.
"You look so sweet and vulnerable like this, just perfect. Now let's get a proper look at you, undress for me down to your underwear."
Karen spoke, and I obeyed. I began to slowly strip down, sliding my dress down and dropping it to my ankles, revealing the lingerie I'd chosen for today which I now realised I'd chosen for Karen without even knowing it. With me standing still, Karen spent some time investigating every part of my body, running her fingers up my stockinged legs, squeezing my backside, stroking my shaven pussy. She finished examining my previously untouched pussy lips with her fingers and tongue, which made me gasp and moan around my gag, completely incapable of seeing what she was doing because of the tightly bound collar around my neck, then moved upwards again.
She stood up in front of me, and took one breast in each hand, groping me like a cheap whore, before taking my nipples in her fingers and pinching them, hard. I flinched at this point, squealing with the pain, and moved backwards away from Karen. This just caused her to pull me back towards her by my nipples, which hurt even more than before and made me stumble in the sexy pink high-heels I'd worn this morning especially for Karen.
"Stupid fucking bitch, hold still when someone is playing with you. Unless I tell you to move you will stay still and take whatever you are given no matter how much it hurts. Believe me, having your nipples played with and tortured is going to be fun compared to some of the other things you'll be expected to do and endure later. You'd best learn to enjoy it before I get the nipple clamps out later on. Now turn around and face the wall."
