Someday, Debbie, a mate that was pretty like a girl, a beautiful one might be said, has begun often to chat with him. He/she had a very pleasant conversation so Jim decided not to block this contact, as he has allways done with other "girls" in the prision. Debbie seemed to like this and soon they became pals. Jim wondered if she was having any thoughts of being his "girlfriend" so he decided to clear this out.

- Look Debbie, I'm straight, though I like you very much nothing will come up, ok?

Debbie laughed and told him:

- Sure baby. As a matter of fact this couldn't happen because I'm already owned by Ahmed. He could kill both of us if he suspected he was being cheated. We were being monitored every minute, darling.

- What is that you are talking to me? Who is Ahmed, that I have never seen around?

- Oh, you've seen him indeed. He's the boss, the one, the Director himself.

- C'mon, his name is no Ahmed, besides he couldn't have you as a mistress without the world knowing it.

- Little fool, Jim, you don't know nothing about this place, do you?

- So tell me.

Debbie briefed him about the prision. It was such a delirious talk that Jim became worried about Debbie's mental health. According to her tale he was in the harem of Ahmed, the Director, who choose his concubines among the interns, as they pleased him. As a matter of fact Jim was the next one choosen to be transformed in his new "wife".

- That's an honor you know - said Debbie - but you will have to behave properly. My task is to teach you to do that.

Jim laughed loudly in such a way that Debbie was embarassed.

- Don't be rude, Jim. I'm trying to ease the things to you. Otherwise it is a difficult way.

- You are pissing me off, Debbie, with this nonsense talking.

She stared at him and finnally said:

- Ok. As you wish, but, I'll be here when your pride have been smashed. It's my duty to help you anyway. Good luck, darling.

Jim really was angry with this conversation and a lot disappointed with Debbie, after all he has been mistaken about her friendship.

Time runs fast. Things were getting tougher to Jim. His friends receded, he was alone as never. Some agressive behaviour to him happened. He was isolated from the others due to a fighting in the yard. There was already some months of solitude. Nobody to talk, seen nobody. "What was that" he wondered. "Debbie, that bitch. She made it because... Because of what?". Though alone it was permited to him to exercize a lot. His food was even better than normal. They gave him some pills, "vitamins", they said. Jim after a time noticed some body changes. His libido vanished, his body hairs became scarce, somehow his breast were growing, as his nipples were tender.

"They are poisoning me", he thought and decided to stop with the pills. Soon after they began to give him some injections, once a week. "Vitamins" they said. He decided to take the pills again. His body modification enhanced. He had now big and round brests with a rose aureola surrounding them and well develloped nipples. His groin changed the shape, as his voice too. He never stopped working out so his legs were firm and very nice. They took him every week to shave his body and treat his skin that became very smooth and hairless.

His clothes were changed to skirts, blouses and bras. First he refused to wear them, but after some time he realized that it was useless to resist. He had already a pretty wardrobe. Little by little he get used with his new look, though not really enjoying, he managed to look well as a girl. She started to use lipdtick, let the hair grow, as also her nails. Some very fancy shoes and lingeries were provided and Jenny, as they decide to call her - and she liked it - as well as laces and other females accessories.

One day she asked to talk to Debbie. As they met Jeanny cried silently and embraced her.

- What will happen next? I even do not know how long I stayed here? Is my time over? How will I leave jail with this appearance?

- You will never leave Jenny. Ahmed wants you deeply. He folowed your transformation and says you are his masterpiece. Look, accept what I'm advising to you. It's my duty. Will you?

- Yes - said Jenny in a very submissive voice - What I have to do?

- First of all, life as a Ahmed concubine is very pleasant, except that you can't leave the "harem". So, next step is to be castrated. Don't worry is painless. Anyway, you don't have any use to your balls anymore, do you?

Jenny nodded negatively with her head.

-Good girl. After that we will have some training as how to be a female to Ahmed. I'll teach you all you need to know about your new sex role. You'll like it, I garantee. Sex to you will be again very rewarding, more than before.

Things happened as told to Jenny. His castration wasn't exctly painless once Ahmed performed it himself using an machine to crush the tinny cords of Jenny's testicles, the last remains of his male existence. It was like a ritualistic ordeal, "necessary as a sign to the new life", Ahmed said. She was educated by Debbie in the arts of sex as a female. Only her virginity was preserved. One day Debbie announced to Jenny:

- You'll become his bride. I'll prepare you.

Jenny was very excited with her marriage. Her dress was awsome and she was really happy.

The cerimony was beautiful and tears felt over Jenny's face as Ahmed kissed her after they were declared husband and wife.

The days after were better than expected. They had a real honeymoon. Ahmed took her calmly to their bed, undressed her and let her do to him whatever she learned in the art of pleasing a man. She touched Ahmed body as a sex godess and prepared herself to be given to him. She openned her legs and waited the penetration of her man. He made it slowly but firmely. As she was taught to do no pain was felt, but pure pleasure to saciate her male. He mounted her , thrust his penis into her and she felt it entirely. She moaned, cried, screamed with pleasure and finally at his order she had an orgasm as a mare. She knew then that her fate was done. He was her master and her life was that, to please him in all manners. She then whispered in his ears:

- My master, take me. I'm all yours.