Serving Time

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Serving Time

by Kris Cherita

Chapter 2

Clint returned to the dorm to find the bunks had been stripped and the hamper emptied. There were folded sheets on top of his bunk, along with a lacy camisole nighty, white and frilly and mostly see-through, adorned with two pink bows. He shook his head and glanced over at Serenity's bed, noticing that her nighty was another oversized t-shirt, pale lavender with the faded logo of Gays Gardening Group. He was wondering whether he dared swap nightgowns with Serenity before she returned, when the door opened and Serenity walked in, in her scrub pants and a stripy T-shirt. "If you're looking for my panties, Kitty, they're in my locker," she said. "Or in the laundry."

"I wasn't," Clint muttered. "You like gardening?"

"No, but most of our clothes were donations and discards." She looked at the shirt on the bed. "I think that one was a misprint. It was meant to have an apostrophe or something."

Clint held up his filmy babydoll nighty. "Like to swap?"

"Fuck no. Do I look like a femme? Look, it's warm enough in here that you don't have to wear that, or anything else, in bed if you don't want to. Nova and Amber don't. As long as you keep that hidden," she said, pointing at his crotch. "Just wear panties when any of us are in the room and you should be okay."

Clint was glad he'd put one of his clean pairs of panties on under his scrub pants as soon as he'd returned to the room, and dropped his cum-filled pair in the otherwise empty hamper. "Thanks for the tip," he said awkwardly.

"Da nada." She opened her locker and grabbed her scrubs jacket. "You coming?"

"What?"

"Dinner time. Get it while it's hot."

*

Clint was cleaning his teeth before lights out when Lana walked into the bathroom with her electric toothbrush. "You may want to clean your tongue while you're at it, Kitty-puss. We all know where it's been."

Clint's jaw tightened, but he complied.

"Besides," Lana continued, "it'll help you get rid of your gag reflex, if you have one. Useful if you ever want to deep-throat a big cock."

Clint spat his toothpaste into the basin, but he knew better than to reply. Lana started her electric toothbrush; the buzzing sounded enough like a vibrator that Clint felt his cock stiffen in his Hello Kitty panties, and he was glad he was still wearing his scrubs. He hurriedly finished brushing his teeth, swallowed his pink pill with a mouthful of water, and retreated out of the bathroom. Serenity and Amber were already in their bunks when he returned to the dorm, but Nova was still undressing, clad only in her t-shirt, bra and a pair of thin white bikini pants. She grabbed his nighty from his bed as he walked in and tossed it to him. "Cute," she said. "Want to model it for us?"

"I will if you will."

"You're on," she said, to his surprise, and she peeled off her T-shirt and unhooked her bra, threw both into the laundry hamper, and grabbed the nighty from his hands.

"Lights out in five minutes," June called from outside the door.

Nova pulled the nighty over her head and shimmied until it had fallen into place. She looked down, then tugged on the pink bows on her chest. The peepholes on the nighty fell open, and the tips of her tits popped out. She cupped her boobs, pulling on her nipples with her thumbs and forefingers, then laughed and grabbed the hem of the translucent gown and pulled it back over her head and threw it at Clint like a fishing net. "Your turn, Kitty," she said.

Clint drew a deep breath, then stripped down to his Hello Kitty panties and donned the baby doll nighty and looked at her defiantly, his hands on his hips.

"I don't think it suits you," said Nova, pursing her lips. "I mean, I'm sure you're qualified to wear virgin white, but you'd look better in pink."

"Thanks," Clint said sourly.

"It used to be the boys' color," said Amber. "And blue used to be for girls."

"And your boobs are too small," Nova said, stepping closer to him and slipping her hands through the peepholes in the gown to grab his nipples -- not gently, but not quite painfully. "Maybe we should buy you a pair that you can play with. I bet you'd like that."

Clint bit his lip. "Satisfied?"

"Not even close," Nova replied, "but it's nearly lights out." She withdrew her hands, stepped out of her panties and threw them over her shoulder in the general direction of the laundry hamper, then slipped past Clint and slowly climbed the ladder up to her bunk, giving him a good view of her ass until the room was plunged into darkness. "Hey, get your hand out of there!"

"I wasn't --" said Clint, and the women laughed. He fumbled his way to the bed in the dark, and slid between the sheets. He lay there for a moment, then asked, "Was that true about pink and blue?"

"Sure," said Amber. "Pink was considered a high-energy color, suitable for boys, while blue was low-energy, better suited for girls, up until about a century ago. Not sure what changed it. Maybe it was the pink triangles the Nazis put on gay people: the timing's about right. Oh, and the word 'lingerie' used to mean everyone's undies and pyjamas, not just women's. Fashions change."

"Don't let her get started on fashion or she'll talk all night," said Nova, "and some of us need our beauty sleep."

Amber stuck her tongue out, but didn't say anything more, and Clint removed his nighty and panties and tucked them under his pillow before he rolled over and went to sleep. He dreamed that he was standing behind Nova and fondling her big boobs, then realized that she'd gone and he was actually caressing his own.

*

Clint was getting undressed for his morning shower when Lana turned around and saw his T-shirt. She laughed, and dropped the soap as she elbowed Mia in the ribs. "Hey, Cunt," she said. "You got a shirt with your name on it!"

Clint looked down at the slogan on his olive-green T-shirt, then stared at her. "What?"

"Cycle, Use, New, Think. What do you think that spells -- or do you need a hint?"

"Her name's not Cunt," said Serenity, as Clint turned pale. "It's Kitty."

Clint hastily removed the shirt, then pulled down his pink scrub pants and Hello Kitty panties. "Thanks," he muttered.

"Da nada," Serenity murmured, as she stripped. Lana bent over to pick up the soap and went back to washing her apple-shaped ass. Clint walked into the communal shower and grabbed a bar of soap, working up a lather. His morning erection had subsided during breakfast, but the sight of the slippery naked women was causing it to rise again. and he tried to hide it without drawing attention to it. Rather than hurry his washing, he stayed under the showers until Lana and Mia had left, then rinsed himself off and went to grab a towel.

"Have you thought of trimming your pubes?" Serenity asked as she stepped out of the shower. "Not shaving them, just cutting them back to, oh, quarter of an inch. It'd make your cock look half an inch longer. What is it now, five inches?"

Clint grunted as he dried his groin.

"You could ask Amber to do it," Nova suggested as she grabbed a towel. "She loves doing makeovers. Get her to do something about that disaster on your head, too."

"I thought she worked in a beauty parlor," said Clint cautiously. In his experience, few people liked their jobs enough to continue doing them in their spare time. He didn't try to defend his haircut; his father had been trained as a barber while in jail, but his brothers thought that 'butcher' would have been a more apt description.

"She does, but she hasn't been there long enough for 'em to let her do much of the fun stuff."

"Ask her," said Serenity, handing him her scented deodorant. "Worse she can do is say no."

*

"Acceptable," said Ms Danning as she put her UV light and dentist's mirror back in her bag and walked out of the second-floor toilets, with Clint following her and trying to mask his anxiety. "You've missed a couple of spots in this cubicle -- maybe you should try peeing sitting down -- but you're approved for weekend leave. Do you understand the rules?"

"Curfew is the last bus, and we can't go further than two blocks from the mall."

Danning nodded. "We believe socialization is important for when you're discharged, but so is learning to follow rules. Your ankle monitor will sound an alarm if you go anywhere that's off-limits, which includes anywhere that we know sells drugs, even ones that are legal for adults. You'll have two minutes to get back to safe ground or the police will be alerted. First offence, two weeks with no leave. Second offence, adult jail. Your file says you're a Catholic," she said as she walked downstairs.

"Yes. So?"

"The bus goes past a Catholic church if you want to go to Mass."

Clint thought about confessing to a priest that he'd jerked off in his panties while licking a girl's asshole, and swallowed a giggle. "So can I get my clothes back?"

"No. And no wearing your scrubs outside the compound. Your sneakers have arrived, and June has some clothes that were left her by previous inmates: she might have something that will fit you, or you could ask one of the girls if they have anything you can borrow."

*

Clint stared in horror at the pink gingham dress June pulled out of the carton. "Sorry," the nurse said, "but you're taller than most of the girls here, and this is the only thing I have that I think should fit you."

"I can't go out in that," Clint muttered.

"Would you prefer yellow spandex?" asked Nova, who'd come in to collect her phone.

Clint suspected that was a line from a film -- Nova used them frequently, and her black t-shirt proclaimed 'I speak fluently in movie quotes and sarcasm' - though he didn't recognize the source. "Do you have any?"

"Yellow's not my color. I do have some old jeggings, but I don't think they'd fit you. Try asking Serenity or Regan or Mia: they're about your size."

Clint grunted. At 5'8", he was the shortest man in his family and shorter than Danning or Freya, but June was right, he was still noticeably taller than most of the women in the school.

"You can wear your t-shirts outside," said June. "And finding a skirt that fits you would probably be easier than finding pants."

Clint didn't reply. He knew that there was less prejudice against men wearing dresses or skirts in public than there had been when he was a young boy, which was a trend his father considered a sure sign of the imminent collapse of western society.

"Try talking to Hailey," Nova suggested. "She works in the thrift store across from the mall, and when something comes in that she thinks one of us might like, she puts it aside for us. It's usually the first place we go when we go into town. Give her your measurements and she'll see what she can find."

"Thanks."

*

"Sorry," Serenity replied. "I'd like to help, but I only have one outfit to wear into town, and I'm going in tomorrow. I'm not planning on going anywhere on Sunday, though, and most of the shops in town are still open then. Except for the Chick Fil-A."" She opened her locker and pulled out a faded denim miniskirt and a denim jacket embroidered with flowers.

"I think I'll pass," said Clint.

She shrugged. "Sorry. It's warm enough for the skirt, and I prefer skirts to pants, though I wear tights when it's cold. According to Amber, the only reason men invented trousers was when they learned to ride horseback: men from cultures with no riding animals wore kilts or tunics or robes. I think Mia's also going into town tomorrow, but she has more than one outfit, or you could ask Regan."

"I don't know Regan, and I don't think Mia likes me."

"She may not know you enough to trust you with one of her outfits, but it won't hurt to ask. You could offer to do her work duty next week."

"What do people do on the weekends here if they don't go into town?"

"Same sort of thing we do in the evenings. I usually study. Or read."

Clint managed not to grimace, but his expression made it clear that neither of those activities appealed to him. "What're you studying?" he asked, unable to think of anything to say.

"I'm hoping to do psych in college, if I pass my exams and get out of here in time."

"Like Danning?"

Serenity blinked. "Well, that wasn't the career path I had in mind, but okay. What about you?"

"Not planning on going to college. Just hoping to do well enough at physics and math that I can get an apprenticeship as an electrician. Maybe in the army or the air force, or the navy if I'm desperate."

She looked at his fingers. "You like working with your hands?" She looked around as Amber walked into the dorm. "Hi. Do you know anyone who might lend Kitty some clothes so she can go into town tomorrow?"

Amber looked Clint up and down. "I'm not going, but nothing of mine would fit. Try Mia or Regan."

*

Clint was eating breakfast with Serenity, Amber and Nova when Mia approached him and asked, "Do you mind if we swap shifts in the shower this morning?"

"I don't think she's wearing a shift," said Nova.

Mia stuck her tongue out. "Please? I'm in the last shift, but I hear you're staying here and it takes me a while to do my makeup and I don't want to miss the early bus."

"Okay," said Clint. It occurred to him that it was only a small favor, and Mia was close to his own height and about as wide across the hips, so if she had a spare pair of jeans, he could probably get into her pants. He swallowed a giggle at the unintended pun. "No problem."

"You're an angel!" She blew him a kiss and hurried out of the cafeteria. He lingered over his breakfast while Serenity and Nova followed Mia to the showers, then headed downstairs in time to see them all emerge.

Stacy, Amber, Naomi and River had also accepted spots in the last shift, and the sight of all four of them naked soon had Clint's cock hard, especially when he saw Stacy spreading her ass cheeks to wash the crack between them. She was heavily built, and her boobs and butt were both big, round and firm. Her skin was a lustrous brown, and her big areolae and prominent nipples the color of unsweetened chocolate. She noticed Clint looking at her, and bent forward and held her cheeks apart to reveal her freshly-washed asshole and cunt. "Dream on, white boy," she jeered.

"Boy?" said Naomi.

"They're too ugly to be a girl," said Stacy. "And that weird-looking clitty's not big enough to be a man's cock, but they could pass as a boy. A young one, anyway."

"I don't know," said Amber. "I mean, the hair's a disaster, but the cheek bones and legs are nice, the eyes and the butt aren't bad, and I could probably do something with that mouth."

"You're just saying that 'cause you don't have any titties either," said Stacy.

Amber didn't respond to that, but River -- who was nearly as busty as Stacy, though slimmer and taller -- snorted. "Tits don't make you a woman. What makes you a woman is something inside you."

"Yeah? When was the last time you had something inside you other than fingers or plastic?"

"Too long," River admitted, "but I might be getting out in December. How about you?"

Stacy glowered at her, but that finished the argument. Clint waited until the silence had lasted long enough that it didn't look as though he was retreating, then left the shower.

"Let me know if you want me to do something about that hair," said Amber.

*

Four of the women were hurrying down the corridor when Clint emerged from the bathroom. Maggie was wearing her spandex shorts with a scoop-necked halter top; Serenity wore her denim mini-skirt, embroidered denim jacket and cheesecloth shirt; Lana wore blue yoga pants that looked more like body-paint, with a baggy hoodie; but the one who most caught his eye was Mia, who'd donned a black t-shirt with a Ouija board design, a faux-leather knee-length skirt split almost up to her hips, black tights decorated with silver pentacles, fishnet fingerless gloves, guillotine earrings, and multi-colored cyberlocks in her dark hair. Her lipstick and eye shadow were black, as were her nails. "Wow!" Clint said, involuntarily.

Mia turned, gave him a grin that didn't quite match her goth look, and curtseyed before hurrying out after the others. All of them, Clint noticed just before they disappeared around the corner, were wearing high-top sneakers or boots that covered their ankle monitors. He went back upstairs to the dorm, wondering whether he should have gone with them, even if it meant wearing a dress.

*

The rules against phones in the dorms and bathrooms meant that the most private place Clint could make a call from was the empty classroom. He removed his scrubs top and kept the camera on his phone zoomed in on his face so that his father couldn't read the logo on his T-shirt. He told his father that the school was much less scary than the stories his father had told him of his time in FCI Sheridan, and probably better than the hospital wing of the state pen where Johnny was recovering from his injuries. His father had grunted before passing the phone on to Chad, the second son, who wanted to know more details about the women he was locked up with and whether he'd seen any lesbian orgies yet. "Sounds pretty cushy," he said, before Clint could answer. "Don't forget, it's okay to fuck girls who aren't Catholic, because they're all going to Hell anyway. Maybe I should try getting arrested and see if they send me there. The two of us could have a lot of fun."

"They only allow one man at a time," Clint replied. "'sides, you have to be under twenty-one, so if you're going to do it, you'd better hurry. By the way, I think they monitor these calls."

"Oops. Well, take it easy, bro. See you when you get out, okay?"

"Sure. Say hi to Johnny for me when he's allowed visitors, and to Rick. Talk to you next week." He hung up the phone, and looked up as Amber walked into the room.

"Do you want me to do your hair?" she asked.

"I guess," he said, as he stood. "What's Stacy's problem?"

"She's usually in a shitty mood," Amber replied. "She hates her job even more than she hates this place, it's why she stays here on weekends, but she can't quit until she's done her time. Come into the bathroom; I need to wash your hair before I cut it. But you don't need to worry too much about her; she knows she's only one bad report away from going to a real jail."

"What's she in for?"

"Possession."

"What sort of possession?"

"Nova says it's the sort you need an exorcist to deal with. But I think it was just drugs." Clint nodded: the federal minimum age for legally using marijuana, alcohol, tobacco or ecstasy was twenty-one, and even higher in some states. "Or maybe an unlicensed gun or some other weapon," Amber continued. "She always looks a bit wistful when we walk past the ammo vending machine in the mall."

"Uh-huh." Clint had noticed the tattoo on Stacy's right hip, a line drawing of a large Colt revolver.

"You want to take your shirt off so it doesn't get wet?" said Amber, as she led the way into the bathroom.

"Yeah, okay," he said, as she pulled a chair up to the handbasin.

She grabbed a towel and draped it over his shoulders like a cape. "Better close your eyes so I don't get any shampoo in them."

"Sure." He leaned back so she could run warm water onto his head, and felt her massage his scalp. This beats the fuck out of letting my old man cut my hair, he thought.

"And Stace's probably pissed at herself for calling you 'white boy'," Amber added. "There's no cameras in the showers, but it's wired for sound like all the rooms. She can probably say calling you white wasn't meant to be racist and get away with it, but officially, you're either non-binary or a trans woman."

"What?" Clint opened his eyes.

"From what I hear, Danning has departmental permission to keep running her experiment, but there are plenty in the legislature who'd blow a gasket if they thought they were letting men into a girl's correctional facility, and shut us down. But there's an exemption for trans women, even if they're pre-op, and for non-binaries like Regan, so until you get out, that's you. Shut your eyes; I haven't finished with the chemicals."