The Shopkeeper
Saturday morning means another visit to see my boyfriend in jail. He was sentenced to serve 1 year in the county jail for possession of cocaine. Ir had been the 4th time he had been caught for the same thing, and this time the judge wasn’t about to let him off easy. So, every Saturday I put on one of my sexiest outfits and my make-up so he has something to think about for another week.
I met Jason thru working at the same company. It just happens that I am the owners daughter, so that is where my biggest problem lies. Jason had been picked for a random drug test and unfortunately failed miserably. My father has always had no use for illegal drugs, so company policy meant that Jason was terminated instantly. My father was also close friends with the police commissioner, so with one phone call he had made sure that Jason would be pulled over on his drive home and arrested for driving under the influence of drugs.
The problem for me, of course, was that Jason and I had grown close. I was actually the one who had given Jason his first hit of coke, something I had been enjoying since I was at college. To my father I was still his innocent little girl, and, luckily for me, was never subject to the same drug tests that all the other employees had to take.
I had spent Friday afternoon at the spa setting every part of my body looking its best. My long hair had some fresh highlights, my brows tamed to perfection, and even decided for a bit of lip filler to plump them up for a sexy look. This combined with my really short dress would put a smile on his face for the week.
I arrived at the jail right at 11:00, and before anyone was allowed in to the facility you had to be searched, then pass thru a metal detector. This, as always went without a problem and I spent the next few hours having a great visit. That changed just before it was time to leave. One of the other inmates started telling me that I should start coming to see him instead of Jason…”I can give you anything you want beautiful.” I, of course blew him off, laughing at his offer as I looked at Jason…”i have everything I need right here.”
Another week and I was right back for another visit to see Jason. I was thankful that he only had a couple months left in his sentence, so I could spend my Saturday’s home in bed with Jason, rather than sitting across a metal table, not allowed to touch each other.
When I passed thru security this time, something looked different. Jason’s face was all cut up and bruised as if he had been in a fight. I tried to ask what had happened, but he just kept telling me that it had been a misunderstanding. I had noticed the whole time he was telling me that nothing was wrong he was looking over at the same guy that had talked to me last week. I asked Jason who he was, and after pressing him again about it he told me…”That’s ‘Mace’. He kind of runs this place.”
I started to push Jason harder…”What do you mean he runs this place. He’s just an inmate.” Jason went on to tell me how this guy Mace was the leader of one of the largest gangs, and even though his was in jail for a year he had no problems controlling basically whatever he wanted from drugs and gambling, to prostitution. I found it had to believe an inmate would be allowed to have such power, but Jason told me he had most of the jail employee’s on his payroll too.
Once again, as our visit drew close to its end, that guy Mace started in with me again…”So, are you ready to take me up on my offer beautiful?” I again blew him off, insisting that I had everything I ever wanted and there was nothing he could do about it. He didn’t like being told no, and again tried to intimidate me…”If you don’t want me, you must be a total dyke. Don’t worry, I know exactly what you want.”
I left the jail physically shaken this time. When I got home I researched who this guy was, and was quite surprised at just how much he actually controlled. His real name was Orville ‘Mace’ Mason, and he was indeed the leader of one of the richest gangs in our half of the country. They had only ever been able to arrest him on small charges, so he usually spent less than a year in jail before he was back out on the streets again.
The next weekend was approaching and for the first time I thought about skipping my visit to see Jason. As I drove towards the jail, something kept telling me to turn around, but I just couldn’t let Jason feel like I was abandoning him. I was always one of the first in the building once it was close to visiting time, but today I sat in the car and watched as a few dozen people walked inside. Finally getting my courage up, I headed for the door, and the now long line of people to be searched.
As I stood in the line waiting for my turn to be searched, I noticed that in addition to the normal security measures that were always in place there was a guard with a dog near the front of the line. I wasn’t worried about anything as I knew well enough to not have anything on me when I went inside the jail. I moved forward, only two people in front of me now, and suddenly the dog starts barking. I assume it’s for one of the two women in front of me, but all of a sudden when the dog was brought up next to me, he just sat down.
I was quickly pulled out of the line with one of the guards announcing…”I think we finally found the person bringing all the drugs in here.” I knew I had nothing on me, so I wasn’t worried…”Do you know who I am? My dad is the police commissioners golf partner.” The head of the guards laughed at me…”He was the one who told us to have the dog here today.”
I was taken to a room to be questioned, and after 40 minutes of telling them I had nothing on me I was surprised at their next order. The men left the room, and the two female guards were all that were left…”Okay princess, strip.” I wasn’t happy, and had no desire to take off all my clothes for them. They made it perfectly clear who was in charge…”It will go a lot easier for you if you do what you are told.”
I gave in and started to hand them each piece of clothing as it came off. Standing there in just a thong I looked over to the one guard, who is now putting a glove on her hand…”All the way beautiful. I need to check all of those hiding places of yours.” I couldn’t believe my ears, but then the other guard pulled the tiny waistband down…”Bend over and touch your toes.” As I bent over I felt several of the guards fingers fully entering me without hesitation. I winched in pain as she kept her hands inside of me deeply as she felt my insides like no one had ever done before.
Thinking the worst of it was over, I took a deep breath as her fingers were pulled from my pussy. I looked around, only to see her squeeze some more gel onto her gloved finger. I was pushed back forward again, then I felt some terrible pressure at my ass. The guards gloved fingers were pushed all the way inside of my ass. I yelped in pain at the feeling I had never had, or wanted before. Jason, and every other guy I had been with knew that it was a strictly off limits area on me.
The guard again seemed to search every bit of my inside she could, no matter how much I protested. She finally pulled her fingers out, and to my surprise told the other guard…”She’s got something up there, so go tell the captain that she’s the drug mule we’ve been looking for.” I tried to protest again, but before I could I was bent over again. This time the guard was laughing as she pushed her fingers into my ass again, and I could feel her pushing something inside of me….”Here’s a little present from Mace.” She pulled her fingers back out and waited for the others to return.
I was still naked as the guard returned with 2 uniformed gentleman….”Miss Williams, you are under arrest.” I was given my clothes to put back on, still unaware of what was going to happen to me….”Miss Williams, after you are dressed you will be taken to the hospital to have the drugs removed from your body.” That was the first time I actually felt afraid of what was going to happen to me…”I need to call my dad.”
When I reached the hospital I was again stripped, but at least given a gown to cover the front of me. The gave me several glasses of a thick, gritty liquid that I was forced to drink. I was sitting, handcuffed to the bed, with 2 guards at my side, still wondering what they were going to do to me. Suddenly my stomach started to tighten and I felt like I was going to lose control of my body. The guard laughed as she uncuffed me from the bed…”Works every time. You’re going to have a fun couple of hours.”
I won’t discuss the details, but, three bundles of what would later be tested as cocaine came out of my rear end. I was physically spent as they put me back in the van to go back to jail. While all of this was happening to me both my house and my car were being searched. They found small amounts of both cocaine and ecstasy in both my car and townhouse, but nothing that I thought would be any big deal. What bothered me most was having a bunch of strangers going thru my things.
Thinking that being from a rich, well connected family would help make things easier for me, but just the opposite happened. My father felt so disrespected by what I had done, firstly about still seeing Jason, and, of course, finding out that his perfect daughter was what he called a ‘dope fiend’. So, in the end, he cut me off from everything. My car was a corporate lease, as well as my townhouse. He went as far as having all my things put into a storage locker, making sure the bill was in my name. I ended up having to hire my own lawyer as my dad had cut me off from the ones that had done any work for the company. I am also sure my father had something to do with me being assigned to the most strict of all the judges.
I was held in jail for 4 weeks until the trial started. It didn’t take long for Mace to try and mess with me. The first pod I was put in had 24 rooms that housed 2 girls each. I was put in with a little skinny girl named Rosa, and the very first night after I finally got to sleep, Rosa got into my bunk and began kissing and rubbing my breasts and between my legs. I tried to stop her, but before I could the guard was opening the door and calling me out of the room…”Okay Miller, we don’t allow deviant behavior in this jail.” I tried to explain that I wasn’t the one who started whatever that was, but the guard wasn’t having any of what I said…”You dyke girls are all alike. Grab your gear, we’re taking you to isolation.” I was put in a cell by myself for 4 weeks until my trial. They also put me in a bright pink jumpsuit so the guards knew I wasn’t to be alone with other females.
I found a lawyer thru the phone book. She was really young and inexperienced, but I couldn’t afford to hire one of the better firms in the area. She put up a good fight, but with the evidence from the jail, and the little bit of coke they found in my townhouse, I knew things weren’t going to go my way. I was found guilty of ‘Possession Of narcotics with intent to distribute’. My lawyer said that I faced 7 years in prison, but as it was my first offence she hoped the judge would be lenient.
We moved on to the sentencing part of my trial. I didn’t have anyone on my side to tell the judge that I was a good person, even though my parents sat in the courtroom they refused to speak on my behalf. The prosecutor then went on and on about how I had been coming to the jail for months, unknown to my parents. I was totally embarrassed when he told the judge that in addition to the drugs found in my townhouse, they also found evidence of my deviant behavior. It was then that my parents heard about the couple of dildos I kept in my nightstand. I had been faithful to my boyfriend, so I needed something for those lonely nights.
The prosecutor then surprised everyone. He had won his case and could have sent me away for a long time. Instead his recommendation to the judge was for me to be sent to the prison boot camp. I had no idea what this was, but my lawyer told me it was a generous offer on his behalf, as it meant 28 weeks in a boot camp instead of 7 years in prison. I figured my lawyer knew what she was talking about, so I agreed to accept the offer to go to boot camp.
I was taken back to my cell a happy girl. I was somewhat worried about going to the boot camp because I was definitely a girly-girl, who hadn’t done anything physical since high school gym class. I assumed it would be week after week of physical training, but it was still better than going to prison. I would have to spend another week in jail before I was taken to the camp, but I figured the time would go by quickly.
I was still put in the pod with the other girls who couldn’t be in general population either due to breaking the rules by fighting, or stealing from another inmate, or by being deemed a deviant like I was. The first few days all the other girls left me alone. I figured that Mace was going to leave me alone because I would be gone in a few days, but just 3 days before I was supposed to leave that all changed.
It was my turn in the showers, and unlike the general population where you can go whenever you want, in my pod girls were sent 4 at a time and supposed to be watched closely by the guards. Just as I was heading into the shower room I noticed that the guard who would usually stand by the door wasn’t there. I stood under the lukewarm water, letting it soak my long hair, when suddenly the other 3 girls pinned me against the wall…”We’ve got a little going away present from Mace.” One of the girls had my body pinned tight while a second one pulled on my hair and held my head back. I struggled to try and get away, but just didn’t have the strength. That’s when the third girl moved in close. While I thought at first they were going to rape me, instead the third girl started to poke and scratch my neck. I wanted to yell out, but the number one way of getting your ass beat was to rat someone out. I stood there while they did what they had planned on doing…”Good girl. It cost Mace a lot of money to get that guard to ignore us, and now you’ll have something to always remember him by.”
I was let go soon after, and barely covered myself with my towel before I raced back to my room. The mirrors in the rooms were just polished metal, so I couldn’t see clearly, but I saw the tattoo on the side of my neck. I sat and cried about what they did to me. I had thought about getting a tasteful tattoo that I could cover when I wanted, but could never bring myself to commit to having something permanent on my body. Now I had a prison tattoo on my neck that I certainly would have never done, but now had to live with.
When the day came, I was put in a van with 3 other girls. We travel for about an hour until we were out in the middle of nowhere before arriving at what looked like an old military base. The van barely stopped when the door flew open and a large woman, in uniform, began yelling at us to get out…”Come on you scum, get your asses on this line so we can get started.” We all lined up next to each other to be inspected and, of course, I was the one singled out due to my different colored jumpsuit…”So, we got a sex fiend here. They warned me that I had a lesbian that I needed to watch closely this time.”
I started to speak out…”I’m not a”, but that just infuriated her even more…”Shut up you scum. I’m the only one who talks here. Hit the ground and give me 50 push-ups.” I hadn’t done any push-ups since gym class, and those were on my knees, girl style. I started to do them like I remembered, but the drill instructor put her foot on my back, pushing me to the pavement…”Come on, a dyke like you has to do them like a man, so start over.” It took me forever to get thru 20 of them, and by then she had seen enough…”On your feet. I don’t have all day, and we’re already behind schedule.” I stood, exhausted, and waited for our next instructions.
“Okay scum. They’re ready for you in the dispensary. Uniforms and haircuts, are right thru that door.” I was never told about them cutting my hair. We stepped inside and the first room we’re taken to is nothing less than a barbershop. Four chairs, but only 2 had barbers at them. My eyes began to water as I realized my beautiful long hair that I cherished so much and had always only been touched by the finest salon money could buy, was about to be cut in a barbershop, by 1 of 2 women with the most out of date haircuts I have ever seen.
I hoped to delay my turn in the chair by standing in back of the other 3 girls, but as soon as the barbers were ready, I was the first one called…”I see we have a special customer with us today. Come have a seat and I’ll give you your own special dyke haircut.” As I slowly walked to the chair I made it clear to the barber…”I’m am not a lesbian. I have a boyfriend.” The barbers both laughed out loud…”Not in here butch.”
I expected that I was going to have my hair cut short, but the sound of both barbers firing up their clippers was nauseating. I thought I would throw up when I saw out of the corner of my eye, a long clump of hair falling onto the floor in front of the other chair. Her hair wasn’t as long as mine, so they couldn’t be leaving her much left. I then felt them next to my ear and without hesitation moved up the side of my head. I saw a repeat of what I had just seen, only this was my hair sliding down the cape and onto the floor.
The barber took another pass and then she spoke out…”For someone who’s not a lesbian, you don’t hide it too good. I guess we all know the truth now.” I didn’t know what she meant, but then I remembered the tattoo I was given. I had still not seen what it said, but that was about to change…”So, you’re a dyke slut. Well then, I guess you need a proper dyke haircut.” Everyone in the room was laughing at my expense. I had no idea what she was going to do to me, but I really didn’t want to look different than the other girls.
The other girl was quickly finished and as she got up I saw that she had been given a buzzcut, barely anything left of her once beautiful hair. I couldn’t think of anything worse they could do to mine, but the barber was going over the back and sides of mine with a different sounding tool. She then started on the top and rather than just running the clippers over the top, she was taking her time. The other barber had finished scalping her second girl, again she had been given a military buzzcut. I was still trying to figure out what she was doing to my hair when the barber spoke…”Okay, let me clean up the sides and you’re ready to go butch.”
I certainly didn’t like what I had heard, and the smiles on the other girls faces told me I wasn’t going to like the results. The barber had another tool, this one had a really high-pitched sound. She started on the side of my head and as she moved it back and forth, I felt a slight pulling which quickly went away with each pass. She went all the way around my head, then surprisingly, started using it on the top as well. She started at the crown and moved it forward part of the way. The other girls were almost laughing at what they saw, so I know it couldn’t be good.
The other girls were just released from the chairs, but the barber wanted me to have a grand reveal in the mirror, so she turned the chair around, pronouncing me done…”A true butch haircut now that everyone knows.” I couldn’t believe my eyes. I raised my hand to the side of my head and felt what I saw, smooth, hairless skin. She had shaved the sides of my head so I looked like their was never hair there before. I felt the acid coming up my throat as I focused on the top. There was just hair along the edges and in front, but the middle had been shaved like the sides had been.
“What did you do?” I asked. The barber, now cleaning up had s stern look on her face now…”I gave you your haircut and I going to give you the same flattop every week as long as you’re here.” I felt sick as we were told to move on…”The rest of you girls can come back if you want to keep it short.”
We were brought to the medical center next. An exam was followed by a blood draw, then we were each given a shot in the arm, and told it was a Tetanus booster. As each one of us was done, we were sent to the dispensary.
Uniforms were next and thankfully I got the same one as the other girls, even though I kept hearing the same commentary as I was given what I needed…”Here you go butch.” To my regret, that name would be the one I would be called from then on, even in the dormitory, when I tried to tell someone my name was Dana they all just called me butch.
The boot camp was just like I expected as we did hours of calisthenics every day, followed by marching for at least 2 hours a day, rain or shine. This, followed with classes and drug councilling meant we only got a few minutes each day to shower and rest. I was there about a week before someone approached me. We were in the showers when she pushed up against me…”Mace said to look you up for a good time.” I couldn’t believe it. That guy had people everywhere. I told the girl I wasn’t interested, but she started to get forceful…”I already took care of Mace, now you’re going to take care of me.” Her hands were all over me, one rubbing my breast and the other running her fingers thru the hair on my pussy.
She started to kiss me and when I resisted, she moved her hand to the back of my head and pushed her tongue inside my mouth. I tried to resist, but with her rubbing away on my pussy my juices started to flow and I was soon a willing participant. I don’t know if it was because I hadn’t been with anyone in over a year, or something else, but my first time with a girl resulted in one of the best orgasms I every had in my life.
The weeks that followed were pretty much the same. I was ordered to the barbershop every Friday, so while most of the other girls had at least a little hair on their heads mine was still totally flat on top with the rest shaved smooth. The one thing that had changed was the amount of special visitors I had.
Many nights per week I would be just falling asleep when someone would start to crawl in my bed with me, and I couldn’t ever take a shower without one of the girls wanting to be with me. I had become to place to go for a good time, but nobody ever said anything about it. It was about then that I figured out that Mace had people on his payroll here too, so the staff just let it happen.
The one thing that did happen was my body was being transformed. Gone was the skinny, delicate little girl, totally replaced by a bulked up muscular specimen. I had notice some change in the girls I had come here with, but none of them bulked up as much as me. While their bodies had become toned, mine went way beyond that, with my upper arms and chest now becoming more defined. I felt better than ever and actually started to like my new physique even at the expense of some of my more feminine looks.
I had honestly lost track of how long I had been at the camp, as I was now fully embracing my new self. It all became so routine for me that I no longer dreaded, but rather grew to like my weekly trips to the barbershop. The simplicity of my new hairstyle won me over. The other thing that became normal for me was being with other women. I never knew how much I missed being with someone sexually and at this point wasn’t sure if I preferred the company of men, or women more.
I was eventually called into the commandants office for a meeting. It was then that see told me that I had broken enough of the rules that she could recommend that I be failed out of the system and sent to prison for the entire seven years. I started to panic and asked if there was anything else she could do and that’s when she made me an offer I didn’t have to think twice about. She told me she could arrange for me to repeat the entire boot camp, but if I broke even one of the rules I would be sent to prison.
As much I as had grown to love being with another woman I decided that this time I would just put every waking moment into making my body even better. When I told the commandant this, she told me that she could help me with that. She told me to report to the infirmary, so the doctor could tell me of her plan. Once I saw the doctor she told me that I was to report to her every week and she would give me an injection that would accelerate my body growth. She also told me that the whole time I had been here my food had supplements added to it. Now that I wanted to build my body up even more, she told me that she would increase the amounts of the mass gainer, and protein powders that I had been taking for 6 months.
The next 6 months of boot camp I was totally focused on myself. The word was out that I was now off limits, and everyone did just that. So, between all the regular work we did at the camp and the extra supplements and shots I was given, any resemblance between the skinny girl with the perky tits and long flowing hair was just a memory. By my last week at the camp even the delicate features of my face, and my cute pair of tits were no longer there, both becoming more muscular than feminine. My days of wearing pretty bras and panties were replaced by the jockey shorts that the men were given.
I called Jason to pick me up when I was released from camp. I explained to him that I was not the same person he remembered and giving me a ride didn’t mean we were getting back together. To my surprise, he knew what I had become, but because I was so loyal to him while he was in jail he would come to get me. Now my only concern would be finding a place to live and how I was going to pay for it.
I started to get emotional on my last day in camp. I was going to leave there an entirely different person than the one who got out of the van just 1 year ago. I made one last visit to the barbershop, so I looked my best out in the real world. I also saw the doctor, who gave me my last injection, then gave me a prescription for what I had guessed several months ago was testosterone. I knew that my transformation had to be the results of the injections. I wasn’t mad about it. The only part I miss are my breasts, though they were small to start, now they are just tiny bumps on my broad chest. I didn’t care because I doubted I would be turning to many guys heads anymore.
As I walked out of the gate I was surprised that instead of Jason there to pick me up, it was none other than Mace. He smiled as I walked up to his car…”Wow, that’s quite a change.” I stood by his car and made it clear to him…”If I wouldn’t hook up with you back then, you know you’ve got no chance now.” He laughed…”I just had to see how all my hard work turned out. I told you that you must be a butch dyke for not going with me, and now you are.” He opened the door for me…”Get in. I’ll take you where ever you want to go.”
The thing was I didn’t have anywhere to go. My house and car had been taken back by my father, so I decided on one of those long stay hotels. I still has enough savings to get me by for a few months, so I had to figure out how I was going to live pretty quick before my money ran out. Mace, of course, offered me a job but the thought of being a prostitute for a living kind of rubbed me the wrong way. I quickly turned him down, but as he left me at the hotel he said it once again…”Anytime you want to work for me just call.” I knew I would never be that desperate, so I just thanked him for the ride and went into the hotel.
I chose this hotel because it was close to the city where there was a bunch of clubs that catered to people like me. The lack of a job meant I had quickly become a regular at the clubs, eventually finding my favorite one. I had gotten to know a couple girls who looked just like me with the exception being the tattoos they had. It didn’t take much convincing from them before I had several new ones, including a barbed wire band around my arm and a larger one on the other side of my neck from the original one. The visits to the tattoo parlor also meant I could replace the piercings that i had before and, of course added several more including my tongue for their pleasure, and my clit for mine.
I had been out for a couple months, and had finally found a friend. Joey was a barber that was recommended to me by one of the girls at the club and after a couple weekly visits we started to hit it off. It got to the point that if I didn’t have something going on, I was sitting in her shop enjoying both her company and watching the other girls in her chair. The best was always when someone new was giving up their long-haired life at the hands of Joey’s clippers. My weekly visits to the chair became more of every few days. Whenever the shop was empty Joey would insist I get in the chair to make sure my flattop always looked fresh and perfect. Of course I never complained as once the warm shaving cream hit my skin, my juices would start to flow. It would always be funny when a customer walked in while I was in the chair and know I was getting more than a haircut.
Just 3 months after we started seeing each other I moved in with Joey, and 3 months after that we decided to get married. While our marriage was going to be a small, private affair, I decide to invite my family. I knew all along my parents wouldn’t come to see their only child get married, but I was surprised that my grandmother showed up. I always thought of her as a strict old lady, but she showed nothing but love for my bride Joey and me.
It was just a month after our wedding that Joey and I were summoned to my grandmothers house. As a total shock to both of us, it was then that she gave me the account info to my trust fund. It became mine once I became 25 and there was nothing my father could do about it. Joey and I would be able to live comfortably from then on. As excited as we were about that my grandmother then told us she had one more bit of news for us. The company that my father runs was actually my grandparents company. She told the two of us that while my parents would be well compensated for years of service, the majority of her shares of the company would pass to me when she is gone. My jaw hit the floor as she told us. I went from being nearly homeless 6 months ago to being set for life.
Not surprisingly, having the money from the trust fund didn’t change our lives hardly at all. With the exception of a couple of fall road trips to see the leaves, we still spend our days at the barbershop. Money, or not, it’s all we really needed.
