When I first decided to bring some of my things with me, it brought a whole new level of excitement to it all. What if they search my luggage for security reasons, and see that I have panties and bras along with my suits and ties? What if I'm all dressed up, and the maid starts to walk in the door? It gave me tingles, and the sense of danger made the pleasure even greater. I even dared a few times to venture down to the hotel bar! What a rush!

Now things were a little different. I was going on an international business trip. Instead of just flying to the west coast, I was going all the way to eastern Europe! This was going to be a lot of fun. And since it was a two week trip, I just *had* to bring my things with me.

On the way there, I was so excited that I did one of my usual things: when I went into the tiny little bathroom, I opened up the cupboard, pulled out a maxi-pad, and put it in my panties. I felt so excited wearing one! Just like a real girl.

The flight was uneventful, but I was nervous about going through customs. But no problem. I took a taxi to my hotel, checked in (they spoke very good English), and went to my room. I eagerly unpacked, and wanted to get right down to business. It was Saturday, I didn't have to see the customer until Monday. I had a day to adjust to the time zone. I would do so in feminine attire.

* * *

Four hours later, I was all made up. It came out so good! I smiled as I looked at myself in the mirror. I felt like every time I did it, I was getting better and better. But I was really tired now. I sat down in the chair, turned the TV on, and ended up falling asleep for a nap.

* * *

I awoke to the sound of my door opening. In walked a man in a suit, and a policeman.

"Ma'am, the maid found you sleeping in Mr. Chamber's room, so we have called security. You were not on our video cameras entering the building. How did you break in?"

I was stunned, not knowing what to do or to say.

"That's not a woman" said the policeman. "Just look at him. He's all made up, like a girl."

"Is that true? Are you really Mr. Chambers?" said the man.

I weakly nodded. I was caught. I was found out.

The policeman shook his head.

"You should understand the laws of a country you are visiting" he said, putting me in handcuffs, and rudely pulling me out the door. I had to walk through the lobby not only in handcuffs, but dressed up like a woman! I was never so embarrassed in my life.

He pushed me into the police car, turned on the siren, and sped off into the darkness. My head was swimming, and I think I must have fainted.

* * *

When I awoke, I was still in the car. I had no idea how long I had been out for. Five minutes? Five hours? All I knew is that we were still driving.

"Where are we?" I said. "I want to speak to my consulate"

He did not respond, except with a menacing smile that sent chills up and down my spine.

About an hour later, we pulled up to a guard post, where military men with machine guns talked to the policeman, checked out his badge, then waved him on through. We drove another fifteen minutes, before we came to another building surrounded by barbed wire fences.

He pulled me out of the car, walked me down the path, past the guards, and into the building. Inside, I was sat down at a table and fingerprinted, while he filled out a form with one of the military men. I didn't understand their native language, so I had no idea what was going on.

Next, I was uncuffed, and led down a hall to a room. After waiting an hour, a doctor came in and examined me. I was poked, prodded, and blood drawn into sample bottles. After being bandaged, I was sent into another room, where I waited in a chair.

A lot of time passed, and I became bored after the fear wore off. I looked around, and there were some women's magazines on the table in the corner. I picked one up, and read through it as I waited.

A woman in a uniform walked into the room in a crisp, military fashion.

"You have been convicted. You will now face your punishment."

"Convicted for what? I never had a trial!" I said.

"This isn't your home country. We don't need one here to convict you. And just look at you! You cannot deny your guilt. And look at what you read. Women's fashion? You are no man. Now come with me."

I had no choice but to follow her. And what the hell did they convict me for? And why was she upset that I was reading a fashion magazine?

We walked down a long hall, and outside the building. Two guards with machine guns followed us as we went through the gate, and down a path. At the bottom of the hill, there was another gate which we were allowed to go through. I could see ahead a facility with tall brick wall, with razor wire at the top. It looked like a prison.

The heavy iron doors swung open after a guard barked out a command. We walked in, and I was just shaking. They led me into one of the buildings in the compound, and put me in a room alone again. I was being put in some kind of jail!

* * *

It seemed like an hour that I waited, but who knows how long it really was? Finally, a woman walked into the room. She was dressed modestly, but she was pretty. She looked out of place to me. I was expecting someone in uniform, or someone to punish me. But she looked like someone I could trust.

"Hi, I'm Eva" she said with a smile.

"I'm Mel...uh Melissa" I said, not wanting to use my male name.

"Welcome Karla. You will fit right in here" she said.

"What do you mean?"

"You'll learn soon enough. Actually, I'm here for your orientation."

"Orientation?"

"You'll be here the rest of your life, so they have one of us help you get your bearings at first. This will make it a lot easier on you."

"What is this place?"

"This is where they lock up undesirable elements."

"Like me?"

"Just like you. You see, crossdressing is a crime here. They want to root it out of society, so they lock up anyone they catch. There is no trail, no escape, no exception. They used to just put you to death, but now they are more 'enlightened'. But don't worry, you'll be comfortable here. They allow you to live out your fantasy. You just don't get to do it in public."

"I don't get it. Do you mean that everyone in this jail is a crossdresser?"

"Or a transsexual, in different phases."

"I don't belong here!"

"Honey, just look at you. You're just like the rest of them here."

"No!"

"And you had better get used to it. There is no parole, no escape."

"No! Please!"

"I'm just trying to help you. I'm just telling you the truth. If you want to do well here, you should listen to me. I'm going to tell you how things work around here, and what you can do to fit in."

"OK, I'm sorry. I'm just so upset with this all"

"I know it must be a shock to your system Melissa, but that's just how things are. Get used to it."

"I'll try" I said.

* * *

Karla showed me a map of the grounds, and explained what each building was. There were facilities for exercising. A building where classes were held; the more feminized women passed along their knowledge of makeup, dressing, how to move, how to do your hair and so forth, on to the newer arrivals. There was dorm style housing (sorority houses they called them), a mess hall where meals were served, and even a medical building."

"Your healthcare is all provided here, by law. You can even get female treatments, like laser hair removal, and hormones so you can grow your own set of real breasts."

"I'm not going on hormones!"

"Well let me tell you, a lot of the women here will try to pressure you to do it. Its your choice of course, but I would recommend it. You'll fit in better. And you have so many more fashion choices when you have breasts. With falsies like yours, you can't wear bikini at the pool. You can't wear anything revealing. You should get real breasts."

"I can't."

"Because you're a man, and you're afraid that people will see you? Everybody here is just like you. You're never going out in 'public' again. Get used to it. And think about the hormones. Believe me, you'll be much happier if you decide to go on them."

"I'll think about it, but I just can't do that."

"All right, your choice. Anyway, it's hard for you to just jump right into life here, so you're going to live here in this building for a few days. I'll show you the ropes some more, and after you're adjusted enough, you'll get your room out with the general population."

"Thank you so much Karla. You are so kind."

"No problem. That's what I'm here for, to help you."

* * *

"So I was wondering" I said, "won't they be suspicious about me disappearing?"

"I've seen this before. They'll tell the press that you were kidnapped by the rebel group. They funny thing is, your government then gives this government aid money to track down the rebels. But nobody here has actually seen a rebel. We think they make it all up to blame things like drugs on, and to get foreign aid. So you'll be remembered when your country sends a check to the people running this place."

"That's terrible!" I said.

"But there is nothing you can do about it my dear, you're stuck here now."

She walked me to a room where I was to sleep for the night. It was a simple room, not quite like a prison, but not plush either.

"A few more things before you go to bed. First of all, lose that wig. You're not allowed to wear one here."

"But my hair.."

"Yes I know. Well get it cut tomorrow, then I'll teach you how to use hairspray and make it look better. You can let it grow out. You have years and years."

That made me feel helpless. Years and years.

"Tomorrow we can also go get your ears pierced. And if you decide on the breasts, we'll get you some hormones to start off with. Have a good sleep, see you in the morning!" she said, trying to sound cheerful. I was anything *but*.

"And one last thing: don't ever try to look like a man. If they catch you, you are in deep trouble. The last one who did it, well, we never saw her again. Just stay female. Don't even think of looking or acting like a man."

* * *

An alarm woke me at 7:30am. I showered, shaved my legs, and put on my clothes. I really needed a change of clothes though, it had been a couple of days. I had never worn a bra for two straight days before, and it was irritating me now. I would ask Karla to help me get one that fit better. I had just bought this one online, I had never been properly fitted for one.

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