"I object your honor!" said the DA. "This sentence is outrageous!"

"You can't object counselor; this is a sentencing. However, let me add this: if Mr. Moore does not fulfill all the terms of his treatment, he will be turned over to the state prison, and will serve the full term of his sentence, with no hope for parole. Does that satisfy you sir?"

"Thank you your honor. I still think he should do hard time for such a terrible crime. But I defer to your judgment."

"Bailiff, take Mr. Moore to the transfer cell, and have the papers prepared."

One hour later, the police put Bill Moore into the back seat of a cruiser, and started the 3 hour drive to the facility where he would spend the next few years. They were upset as the DA about it, thinking that such a lowlife should be going to the harshest prison possible. But they had no idea what was in store for him. Something so terrible that they would tremble in fear if they knew what it was.

* * *

After arriving at the complex of low white buildings surrounded by tall fences laced with razor wire, Bill was led into the reception area, then through the secure door that he would not pass through again for years. The paperwork was signed by the staff, and he was now officially a resident of the Felony Eradication Mental Asylum & Labor Education.

They presented him papers to sign, waving all rights, and acknowledging that he was in their exclusive care. Even power of attorney was signed over to them. He didn't care. This was going to be a cruise, instead of doing hard time. He did it gladly.

Bill was led into a room where he was seated, and uncuffed. A few minutes later, a woman in a white lab coat walked in. Wow, they had chicks here! He was going to do her before he left here. She wanted him. He could tell.

"I am Dr. Wendy Hoyt. I will your councilor for the duration of your stay here. I know that you shot that other boy, because you wanted to prove your masculinity. Here, you will learn what it really means to be a man."

"Yeah, I've heard all that rap before" said Bill defiantly.

"Not like you're going to get here. But first, do you want a drink?"

"Are you serious?"

"Of course. Whiskey good for you?"

"Sure thing babe" he said.

"You will address me as Dr. Hoyt."

"For a drink, sure, *doctor* Hoyt."

"That's better. Here you go. Bottoms up!"

He downed the drink in one big gulp, and felt it burn as it went down. They had liquor in here too. Cool.

She rattled on about alternative treatment therapy, displacement, and a bunch of things he didn't understand (or care to learn about). He mostly just stared at her tits. He was really relaxed, and soon was almost falling asleep.

"Good, I see the sedative has almost set in" said Wendy. An aggressive young man needed to be tranquilized, to keep him from getting violent about what was to come next.

"Pay attention now, this is important!" she snapped, taking off her jacket, revealing her tight shirt she wore underneath. She had his full and undivided attention now.

"In order to reduce your overly aggressive masculine tendencies, we need to reshape your self-image. We need to take away the negative violent traits, and replace them with positive gentle traits. And in order to do that, we are going to demasculinze you."

"Demasculinize? What does that mean?" he said, barely able to talk because he was so relaxed from the drug.

"It means that one by one, we are going to take away your negative masculine traits, and replace with positive *feminine* ones instead. For example, you will no longer wear jeans and T-shirts; you will dresses, blouses and skirts. You will no longer wear boxers; you will wear panties and a bra. We will change your body, your thoughts, your feelings, and even your name. As long as you are at this facility, your new name will be *Jessica*. The name Bill has no meaning anymore. There is no Bill. There was never any Bill. You are Jessica now. You have always been Jessica."

"No!" he said defiantly, trying to stand up and slap her. But it was no use. He was too weak.

"We will take you to the operating room now. When you wake up, you will find that you have large breasts. They will be your first major symbol of femininity. Then over time, we will add to you, until we turn you completely into a kind, loving, gentle *girl*."

"No...please" he mumbled, even as he felt darkness starting to overtake him.

"Have a good sleep now Jessica. I look forward to seeing you in a few days, when you have boobs."

Bill was out like a light, and Dr. Hoyt pushed a button to send for the orderlies.

"They had better use a D cup" she said, writing out her order on a pad of paper. "This one will be a hard cookie to break."

"Or a hard nut to crack" joked the orderly, causing her to smile. There would be much nut cracking for him over the next few days.

* * *

When Bill awoke from his drug induced sleep, he immediately wanted to feel his chest with his hands, but he found that they were held tightly in place by metal restraints of some sort. He tried to look down at his body, but his head was held in place as well.

But he could feel something was different. First of all, there was this *weight* on his chest that didn't feel right. And a great soreness as well. He struggled to move, but it was useless.

"Ah Jessica, you're awake" said Dr. Hoyt.

"I'm not Jessica. I'm Bill" he replied defiantly. "I want to see my lawyer, and get me out of here. I want to go to a normal jail. This place sucks."

"I am afraid that you are greatly confused young lady" said the doctor, shaking her head. "You see, first of all, *you* signed the papers handing over power of attorney to *me*. That means that I can conduct legal transactions on your behalf. So really, *I* am your lawyer now. And I've already processed one transaction. Here, let me show you."

She reached into her briefcase, and pulled out several sheets of paper stapled together. She held it up for him to see. He wasn't a very good reader, so the legal mumbo-jumbo made no sense to him.

"What's that?" he said.

"This is a set of papers which I have filed on your behalf. First, we have begun the legal process for change of name. You can see here your old legal name, Bill C. Moore, Jr. And this is your new legal name. Jessica Anne Moore."

"I'm not Jessica!" he protested.

"According to the government you are now. According to the legal system, you are now. According to your new social security card you will be receiving, you are. To the world now, you are Jessica Anne. And soon we will beginning the paperwork to apply for a change of gender status."

"What does that mean?"

"It means that where it says 'Male' on your legal records, we will apply to have it say 'Female' instead. Soon, you will legally be a girl."

"No! Please stop!" cried Bill. Although his legal name was Jessica now, he would still think of himself as Bill for some time to come. But Dr. Hoyt went to work on him, making him say over and over that his name was Jessica now.

"When you hear someone on the staff call out the name 'Jessica', you will respond to them. If you are ever caught referring to yourself as 'Bill', or even responding to that name by mistake, then you will be punished."

"Punished?"

"Yes. You will not like the punishments here. If you behave like a good girl, then you will find that when you leave here, all the changes to you will be reversible. We will turn you into a girl on the inside, but you could always get your boobs removed, and live out the rest of your life as a man. I think you will come to prefer being a girl though."

"Never!"

"We will see about that. Anyway, at the stage you are at, if you do anything that forces us to punish you, we will respond by doing something to you which you cannot reverse. Something to make you more feminine, but in a *permanent* manner. If you behave very poorly at first here, until we have had a chance to feminize your mind, then you will soon find yourself in a girl's body."

"What?"

"You heard me. If you are disobedient, if you don't follow orders, if you are late for class, if you act aggressively, or in a masculine fashion, then you will be turned more and more into a girl. So really, you would be doing it to yourself. So go ahead, be defiant! I would love to inject you with female sex hormones. I would love to retrain your mind to make you desire boys. Just give me the chance by acting poorly."

Bill just looked up at her. She was crazy! But she wasn't kidding around. She meant what she said.

"I think that you will come to like being a girl Jessica. I think that before you leave here, you will *beg* us to complete you as a girl, by giving you a real vagina of your own."

He shook his head, or at least tried to.

"Now Jessica, you understand the rules. I am going to release your bonds. You can decide what to do next. You can go put on the bra and panties that I've laid out for you over here, then put on your dress, and join us for lunch. Or you can disobey me, and be punished."

"Sounds like a punishment either way" he replied.

"Except that wearing a bra, or wearing a dress doesn't make you a girl. You can do those things, and still be a man. That is what you need to really learn. Being violent doesn't make you a man. Being aggressive doesn't either. You can be calm and gentle, but still be a man. But it is a hard lesson to learn. You can start learning how to be a gentle man, or you can start to become a real girl. Your choice."

With that, she got up, and left the room. As she walked out the door, there was a buzzing sound, and the metal restraints opened up, then retracted into the side of the bed. Bill was free to get up.

He didn't realize that he had been asleep for days, enough time for him to mostly heal from his breast implant surgery. He took off his hospital gown, and looked at himself in the mirror.

They had removed all his body hair, plucked his eyebrows, and even given him big tits. His chest still ached, as did the spot in his belly button where they had gone in to do the surgery. He just could not believe that when he looked in the mirror, he had breasts!

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