I had one on ones and gangs bangs almost every day. The guards saw I was not going to be good for anything but being a sex toy and didn't even bother ...o give me a regular job to do. Some of the inmates started sneaking in girls clothes for me and eventually I didn't even have to dress up in the prison outfits. I walked around in drag all the time. Then they got hormones for me and I started taking them. My breasts and hips started filling out. Saline injections made my tits even bigger. I. " Cheers. Hugs. Manly backslapping. You're bathed in the Chairman's adulation, and allow yourself glimpses of how your future might be. Promises of bigger and better things. You've had a shower, letting the force of the water sting your face. Soaping yourself. Face, armpits, ass-crack, groin. Feeling the weight of your balls in your hand, and idly enjoying the soapy slickness of your hand against your cock. Must be clean. Always be prepared. Just in case. In case of what? You realise you've. 30PM GUARANTEED. I KNEW WHAT I WAS PLANNING FOR MYSELF THAT NIGHT. I DECIDED I WAS GOING TO PUT ON NOT ONLY MY sister’S BLUE AND WHITE PANTIES, BUT ALSO ANY OTHER UNDERWEAR GARMENT I COULD FIND. IN I WENT, HEART RACING LIKE ALL THE OTHER TIMES HEADING STRAIGHT FOR HER DRESSER. THERE WAS A LILAC OVERNIGHT BAG IN MY WAY, WHICH TRISH HAD BROUGHT WITH HER. SO AS I WAS MOVING IT OUT OF THE WAY I DISCOVERED THAT IT WAS OPEN, I COULD SEE TRISH’S CLOTHES INSIDE ALONG WITH TOILETRIES ETC. CURIOSITY. Don't like it?" Mr Grimm looked down at the tie again. Hethought it was very fashionable - a dashing splash of colour againstthe sombre pin stripes of his suit."Not really, Charles. Not really. No." Gemma fixed him with a stare."It's nothing. But..." But?" Mr Grimm tried to read her expression. She was obviouslydisappointed with him, but he couldn't see why."Well Charles, I thought we'd agreed that you'd talk to me beforeyou made any changes to your wardrobe?" Gemma crossed her arms whereshe.