A story by MicheleNylons
( Man in jail is transformed to prison slut.)
How had it come to this? I was dressed as a woman and standing in the far corner of a darkened cell on E Block of Chelmsford Correction Facility for Men, and waiting for the most dangerous inmate in the jail. How had a mild mannered, and diminutive but highly successful accountant in his 30s ended up in one the States high security prison?
Well it had a lot to do with a bottle of scotch, a fast car, and a dead little girl. The magistrate decided I was to be made an example of; five years for manslaughter, no parole. How did I end up 'belonging' to Eddie McManus, the Facility's most notorious inmate? I thought back to six months ago about when I arrived at the prison. It was obvious I was grist for the mill, the inmates jeered and cat called as I walked down the centre aisle past all the cells.
"Your mine sugar,"
"Shake that arse for me baby," and other demeaning harangues were yelled my way. I was so scared about what would happen to someone like me in here.
One of the guards laughed "I'd get a big bad friend if I were you,"
His mate retorted "I'd get two big friends."
I spent first night in Chelmsford alone in a cell, scared to death and didn't sleep a wink. The next day I was assigned a cell in the general population wing and my cellmate was 'Big Bill Stevens'. He gave me the some advice.
"Mike, you need a really, really big friend or two, otherwise those lads will eat you alive. Or should I say you will spend your life eating them!" he laughed.
Bill went on to explain prison life to me; how there were two types of inmates really; the hunters and the hunted. With my small stature and my soft body, unused to any physical work, I was a sitting duck for the freaks. I explained my background to Bill, about how I was a successful businessman who had the misfortune to drive home after consuming nearly a bottle of scotch. About how I didn't even remember hitting the girl.
