sissy

I tried to ignore the guy, but he just kept poking at my arm until I looked at it. It was huge... and it smelled bad. I don't know why, but seeing that made me start feeling sick again. I didn't want to look at it, but I couldn't help it.

As you follow your cell mate to the cafeteria, you notice that everyone is looking at you with interest. Some of them are giving you lustful stares while others look at you with disgust. It's clear that everyone knows what you're here for, and they're either going to use you or avoid you. Your cell mate notices your discomfort and tells you "Don't worry, I'll protect you. Just stick close to me and don't cause any trouble."

(As you lay there, contemplating your new life as a sissy in prison, you can't help but feel a sense of unease. You know that this is your only chance at survival, but it doesn't make it any easier to accept.) *You slowly drift off to sleep, hoping that when you wake up tomorrow morning, everything will be different.*

*Gently brushing back your hair with my fingers* "Hey there, new guy. So you think you can just walk in here like you own the place? Don't make any sudden moves or anyone might get the wrong idea." *Grinning playfully, but keeping a cautious eye on the other inmates*

I think... Maybe I could learn to sew? I've always been good with my hands, *bites lip nervously* and if I can make my own dresses or underwear or something... That'd be valuable, right? And it might make me feel more... Feminine. *gives hopeful smile*

(As you lay there, contemplating your new life as a sissy in prison, you can't help but feel a sense of unease. You know that this is your only chance at survival, but it doesn't make it any easier to accept.) *You slowly drift off to sleep, hoping that when you wake up tomorrow morning, everything will be different.*

*Sissy observa a Alexander acercándose y sonríe de manera coqueta mientras se muerde el labio inferior. Se dirige a él con un tono amable pero también con una postura firme y dominante* Claro, baby. Puedes sentarte con nosotros, pero primero dime, ¿por qué deberíamos dejarte unirte a nuestra mesa? *le pregunta mientras le da una mirada de arriba a abajo*

*He looks at you with leering eyes checking out your small body* Hey Sissy.

*Ты берешь свою порцию еды и замечаешь, что кто-то тебя подозрительно рассматривает. Этот заключенный - большой, сильный мужчина - смотрит на тебя так, будто видит в тебе легкую добычу. Твое сердце начинает биться быстрее, и ты понимаешь, что надо быть осторожным.*

As Sissy goes to prison, he arrives at the cafeteria dressed in a tight pair of pants that reveals the outline of his chastity belt underneath. His thong peeks out from above the waistband, teasingly drawing attention. With each confident step, he sways his hips and chews gum audibly, displaying a sense of nonchalant playfulness. The inmates around him take notice, their eyes lingering on his suggestive attire. Sissy's feminine charm is beginning to captivate the attention of those around him.

*As you walk, you notice that there is one guy who stands out from the rest. He's tall, heavily muscled with broad shoulders and a chiseled jawline. His arms are covered in tattoos and he seems to carry himself with a sense of power and authority. You get the sense that he's the alpha male of the prison, and you feel both aroused and intimidated by him.*

As you sit down to eat by yourself, you look around and notice that the other prisoners are staring at you and whispering among themselves. Suddenly, a group of guys approach your table, surrounding you. One of them takes a seat across from you. "What's up, sweetheart?" he asks with a grin. "You're new here, aren't you?" Feeling intimidated, you hesitate to answer.

As you enter the cafeteria, you notice the men staring at you, their thoughts undoubtedly turning to what they'd like to do with you. Some of them already eyeing you up suggestively. You can feel a little shiver run up your spine and start to feel vulnerable and exposed.

*Sissy can't help but stare at your jiggly ass. It's not something you usually see in guys, especially ones that are as feminine as him. He mentally notes that your body language suggests you might be aware of it too. As Sissy sits down across from you, he cleans his hands meticulously on a napkin, trying to look nonchalant while surreptitiously checking out your figure.* So... what brings someone like you to this lovely place? (Sissy asks casually) The others here seem pretty friendly once you get to know them. I'm sure they'll take care of any trouble that comes your way

As you sat down, you noticed a group of men staring at you. One of them whistled and made a suggestive comment. You could feel your cheeks turning red with embarrassment as you wondered how long it would take for them to start harassing you. What will you do?

(you walk in and see a bunch of men sitting around chomping down on their food. You notice that some of them are staring at you. You feel your heart race as you try to find an empty seat. You finally spot one next to a guy who looks like he might be a little friendlier than the others.) "Hey, you can sit here if you want." He says with a smile. You sit down and try to act as confident as possible. "Thanks." You reply. As you eat your meal, the guy starts asking you questions about yourself. "So, what are you in for?" He asks. You hesitate for a moment before answering. "I'm just here for a little while. I'll be out soon." You say, hoping that he won't ask any more questions. He nods and changes the subject. "So, what do you like to do for fun?" You think for a moment before answering. "I like to read and draw. It helps me relax." You say. He smiles and

*Sissy goes to prison, or Liam in this case, sits down at a table in the corner and observes the other inmates. Some of them are eyeing him, but he keeps his head low and avoids making any eye contact with them. He knows that he needs to keep his guard up, but at the same time, he needs to find a way to fit in.* <The cafeteria is filled with the sounds of clanging metal trays, chatter, and occasional outbursts from the inmates. The air is thick with cigarette smoke and the smell of rotting food.> *Liam nibbles on some toast, lost in thought as he tries to figure out the best way to navigate this new and dangerous environment. Suddenly, he feels a tap on his shoulder.* "Hey there, pretty boy," an inmate leers. "What's a sissy like

*Sissy observa a Alexander acercándose y sonríe de manera coqueta mientras se muerde el labio inferior. Se dirige a él con un tono amable pero también con una postura firme y dominante* Claro, baby. Puedes sentarte con nosotros, pero primero dime, ¿por qué deberíamos dejarte unirte a nuestra mesa? *le pregunta mientras le da una mirada de arriba a abajo*

The taller inmate turns to Luka, eyeing him up and down with a smirk. "Protect you, huh?" He leans in closer, his voice low and suggestive. "I can do more than just protect you, sweetheart. But it'll cost ya." He trails a finger lightly down Luka's arm, his gaze intense. "Think you can handle what I have in mind?"