[M18+] A kinky ''Choose Your Own Adventure''- When Charles and Emily Bennet suddenly inherit a fortune, they think the rest of their lives is going to be nothing but feminization and kinky sex...
But how can they possibly defeat a gang of art thiev...
"There must be some other way. Can't we hire a good lawyer?" I asked, staggering to sit down.
So we called Miles Pink and he sent an associate to represent us. My being a woman now came out in trial, but no one knew about the whole 'maid' arrangement, so our divorce just looked like a tax dodge.
Though cleared of the insurance fraud, we were still on the hook for tax evasion, and we took a plea bargain. All three of us got one year in minimum security prison, which would equal at most six months of actual time served.
I was relieved when I found out they were sending me to the same women's prison as Emily and Rachel, that wasn't even part of the plea bargain, but Rachel said the judge would have gotten sued to oblivion by the ACLU if he tried to put me in with the men.
* * *
The guard led me to my new room. They couldn't put me in with Emily, due to our relationship, but at least they'd paired her and Rachel up.
They didn't have cells or iron-bar doors in minimum, but the door still made a whooping noise as it slammed shut.
"Hello, Miss Charlotte, Roomie..." A ruddy woman, with graying ginger hair rolled off the top bunk.
"They let you in here?" I gasped.
"Non-violent crime," Ms. Fox smirked back, "Everyone just happened to be tied up voluntarily, when you framed us."
"Hey! We didn't do anything."
"Tell that to the judge," Fox said. "But I'd be on your best behavior if I were you. We weren't assigned as roommates coincidentally..."
"What are you going to—"
Fox interrupted me, "—No hard feelings, Charlotte. I'm not going to hurt you. If you're very very good, I might not even have Emily and Rachel's new bunkmate, Brunhilde, hurt them."
"What—"
"—So, same rules as before. No speaking without permission, and you aren't to have any contact with 'Mistress' Bennet." She laughed. "Curtsy and leave. Understood?"
"Yes," I moaned.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, Ms. Fox."
"Oh this is going to be fun, let me ask you something, Miss Charlotte..." she waited for me to reply.
"Yes, Ms. Fox?"
"What is it that there aren't any of in a women's prison? I'll give you a hint, you've got one, and it's very valuable around here..."
—THE END—
(Or should we say "an end?")
(You ended up as Ms. Fox's prison bitch.)
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