"Later princess, maybe a week in solitary will cool you down and help you get used to your new hardware," one of the guards joked as he locked the cell door.
"Some of the other girls find it easiest to sleep on your back, but... you'll figure it out, heh," the other added as they walked away.
Luna didn't give them the satisfaction of a reply. Shouting, begging, crying... it's what they wanted.
She turned into the tiny cell, containing nothing more than a bed and a toilet. "Bullshit... bullshit, this is bullshit..." she mumbled to herself as she scanned the small space. Not only being in solitary, not only being in the belt, but being in Good Gurls Rehab at all...
The other guys CC'd Leo on those email chains rating how hot the women of the office were. Which ones were wearing bras you could see through their tops that day or which ones had the "high beams" showing. Which ones were "nasty cunts" and which ones might be "ragging". Leo never responded. Never contributed. Tried to avoid even reading them, just deleting them as soon as they came in.
When one of the guys accidentally included "Jessica" in HR instead of "Jesse" the salesman, just weeks after the company struck a partnership with Good Gurls Rehab, all hell broke loose. Leo made it clear he was never involved other than being CC'd involuntarily... but they still committed him to the program for not reporting it. While the "ringleaders" got five-year sentences, he only got two... some comfort...
Leo was taken and transformed into Luna. She'd spend those two years working as the AA of one of the company's female executives, but first, her "orientation" at the rehab itself. Draconian instruction on caring for her new body, dressing it for the office, how to behave "ladylike" while working... Luna was miserable, but powering through.
She soon discovered that her new body wasn't all bad. Her new breasts were large and sensitive, and between her legs, something even more sensitive. A wandering hand under the covers at night, an exploratory finger... Yeah, she could work with this.
Unfortunately, her roommate was a tattletale looking to get her own sentence reduced and wasted no time turning Luna in to the guards.
The punishment was swift and harsh. Luna was placed into a tight chastity belt which she'd wear for the first half of her sentence...which was also extended by six months for the rules violation. Not even a week in, and she already lost the only good aspect of this swap she had found so far.
On her bed in the tiny cell, she tugged at the belt. The band sat uncomfortably between her hips and her ribs, but she couldn't budge it.
The bands around her thighs were connected by the belt with chains... and to each other. While the program required that she wear dresses or skirts anyway, the chain made it physically impossible to wear anything else. Even panties.
The tight plate over her new pussy would not allow anything past it. Any sort of pleasure will be denied. Perhaps even worse, everything she was just taught about her new menstrual cycle would be made much worse by this thing... The belt's steel bar between her ass cheeks would make certain other bodily functions much more unpleasant as well...
She sat back on the bed, getting as comfortable as the belt would allow. She looked at the front, at the lock taunting her... She didn't deserve to be here. In this body. In this cell. In this belt... She'd have to play "the perfect woman" over the next two years... two years and six months now... while stuck in this belt for the first half of it.
It wasn't fair. It had gone from bad to worse... and it was far, far from over...
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