TransForm: The New Identity

Chapter 3: The Re-Education Center

When Jack came to, he found himself in a pink room with a soft beige carpet underfoot. The room was simple, with a small pink chair he was sat in, a door, a small mirror on the wall and a TV screen mounted on the wall. He sat up slowly, trying to piece together what had happened. As he moved, he felt a strange, restrictive sensation around his waist and between his legs.

Looking down, Jack saw that he had been redressed in a humiliating outfit. He wore a tight-fitting pink plaid skirt that barely covered his thighs, a white blouse with a Peter Pan collar, and knee-high white socks paired with black Mary Jane shoes. His feet ached from the unfamiliar high heels, which had a sleek, shiny finish and added a significant height to his frame. The girlish scent of floral perfume clung to him, and he noticed with growing horror that all his body hair was gone, leaving his skin unnaturally smooth and soft. Even his stubble he had while dressed up in the office was gone, leaving his face feeling strangely bare.

His hair had been styled into blonde pigtails with the wig clipped securely in place. Jack reached up to pull the wig off, but it was tied tightly to his own hair, and any attempt to remove it caused him pain, so he soon gave up. He glanced at the small mirror on the wall and was horrified to see his reflection. Light pink lip gloss highlighted his lips, and a subtle layer of makeup had been applied to his face, giving him a soft, feminine appearance.

Gingerly, he pulled up his skirt and discovered he was wearing frilly, white panties. But what really caught his attention was the cold, unyielding metal of a chastity belt locked around his waist and crotch, ensuring that any arousal or access to his penis would be both painful and impossible.

"No, no, no," Jack muttered, his voice trembling as he examined the belt more closely. The realization of his predicament hit him hard, and he felt a wave of panic rise within him.

Suddenly, the TV screen flickered to life. "Welcome to the re-education center," a perky blonde receptionist greeted him through the screen. "I'm sure you have a lot of questions, so please have a seat and watch your induction video. It will explain things far better than I ever possibly could," she said with a bright smile.

Jack stood there, frozen in confusion and fear. The video looped again. "Welcome to the re-education center! I'm sure you have a lot of questions, so please have a seat and watch your induction video. It will explain things far better than I ever possibly could," the receptionist repeated with the same unsettlingly cheerful smile.

"Where am I?" Jack asked the TV, but the video just looped again. Seeing no alternative, he took a seat on the small pink chair and watched the TV.

"Good girl!" the woman on the TV said in her usual perky manner. Jack just shook his head in embarrassment as the video continued to play.

"Welcome to the re-education center. You have been sent here on a corporate sponsorship as a result of your perversion and poor decision-making. We aim to provide you with a set of skills more useful to the future you as you emerge back into the world a better person than you ever were before."

The screen displayed various images of people dressed similarly to how Jack was now, all engaging in different activities such as cleaning, cooking, and serving others.

"As part of your re-education, understanding that your old ways must die out is paramount to the success of the program. Please note that your time spent in the re-education center is carefully monitored, and we have a direct live feed to clients so that they can personally monitor your progress."

So, someone could be watching me now? Jack thought to himself, frantically checking the room for cameras. He couldn't see any, which somehow made it worse. The idea that he was being watched but couldn't see who was watching him filled him with a sense of dread.