Feminized by the Warden

When Justin Reed is falsely imprisoned on a weapons charge he tries to settle in and survive. Transferred to a private, for profit facility, he gets the shock of his life. “You’re going to serve us for the next ten years, as our maid and personal servant,” Cassandra Reed said. “We both favor the service of feminine males.” The air rushed out of Justin’s lungs as Cassandra’s dagger eyes bore into him, and Dane Reed secured his ankles to a spreader bar. He spread gel on Justin’s legs and turned on what looked like a fancy electric razor. The razor jerked out his sparse leg hairs with each stroke.
“Ah, oh, that hurts, please stop.”
“It’s an epilator; you’ll get used to it.” Reed quickly did both legs and turned the epilator off. He ran water in the sink and brought over a basin and a washcloth. He seemed perfectly at ease handling another man’s body, a man who was totally at his mercy. Makeup and feminine clothing force Justin further from masculinity. As female hormones make Justin’s hips and bottom begin to plump and his face become thinner and more feminine, he begins to see tall, masculine Dane Reed as more than a jailer. About 16,000 words.