The Prison Turned Me Into the Faction’s Tranny

I arrived at my cell that night exhausted, still tasting my protector’s thick semen in my mouth. I threw myself down on the bunk face down. My body was burning, and I could feel everything he’d left inside me slowly leaking between my legs. It was a secret I guarded with nails and teeth: me, Damián, twenty-four years old, gay and a tranny locked in the deepest closet, disguised as a heterosexual macho to survive in that shitty prison.

Out of nowhere, screams started up everywhere. In minutes the gallery turned into chaos of iron bars, running, and gunshots fired into the air. The worst news came fast: my protector and his whole crew had been wiped out. “La Jauría” had just taken control of the block.

The next day they took us all out to the yard. There was El Coloso, a monster of a man, well over six foot three, all muscle and tattoos up to his neck, with a stare that could freeze your blood. Beside him, strutting as if she owned the place, was Roxana: a tall tranny, huge tits, a surgically enhanced ass, and the attitude of a first lady who was a real fucking bitch.

As soon as she saw me, Roxana locked eyes with me and said something in El Coloso’s ear. He looked at me and smiled sideways. A chill ran through me that I couldn’t tell if it was fear or something else.

***

That same afternoon two guys yanked me out of the line and dragged me to their cell. El Coloso was sitting there, legs spread, filling the whole space with his sheer presence.

—Well, well… —he said to me in that deep voice that seemed to come up from the floor—. They told me you’re kind of a faggot. That you like sucking cock in secret.

I went mute. Roxana came closer, lifted my chin with two fingers, and smiled like someone who’d already won the game.

—Relax, little slut. No one’s going to lay a hand on you. El Coloso decided you’re going to be the faction’s new girl. And I’m going to take care of getting you ready.

From that day on, my whole life changed. That same night Roxana gave me my first shot: strong estrogens and antiandrogens. Pills every day, no exceptions. She made me throw out every piece of men’s clothing, right down to the last T-shirt. She put me in a pink thong and a tight T-shirt that hugged my body.

There’s no going back from this, I thought. And the most disturbing thing was realizing that part of me didn’t want to go back.

—You’ll see how pretty you get —she told me, sliding one finger under my chin.

***

The night they sealed the takeover of the block, they threw a Caribbean party, one of those that shook the whole gallery. Roxana came into my cell with a bag hanging from her arm.

—Tonight’s themed, baby. You’re putting this on.

She pulled out a sheer swimsuit, red patent-leather heels, necklaces, huge earrings, bangles, and heavy makeup: bright red lips, dark eyeshadow. When I looked at myself in the broken shard of mirror, my nipples already hurt a little, more swollen, and my skin felt different, softer. It still showed barely anything, but something in my body had begun to move.

Roxana took me walking down the corridors. The sheer outfit covered nothing: my barely budding breasts and the curve of my ass were easy to make out. The inmates went wild behind the bars.

—Look at the new little slut!

—What a ass, gorgeous!

—Tonight we’re going to break you, tranny!

We reached the yard, turned into a dance floor. They strapped an eight-number bracelet around my arm. A thug grabbed me by the elbow and shoved me through a side door.

***

Inside there was a round bed with a mirror on the ceiling. Two tall, muscular men dressed in white were waiting for me. One came closer smiling, unhurried, as if he had all the time in the world.

—Hello, little slut. I’m Emanuel. Today you’re going to learn how to serve properly.

He kissed my neck slowly, pulled my swimsuit down to my waist, and started sucking on my sensitive nipples. I couldn’t hold back my moans. Every lick sent a current down my spine.

—Ahhh… ah…

I knelt down without being asked. His thick cock was right in front of my face. I took it with both hands, kissed it from the base to the tip, and put it in my mouth. I sucked hard, taking it deeper and deeper until I started gagging and my eyes filled with tears.

—That’s it, take the whole thing down —Emanuel growled, grabbing my hair—. Look at this little slut sucking cock.

The other one positioned himself behind me. He spread my cheeks and pressed the tip against my opening. I felt the pressure, the head slowly opening me up. It hurt, yes, but the pain mixed with something warm and unknown. He pushed centimeter by centimeter until he was all the way in. His hips slammed against mine and he started moving hard, pulling almost all the way out and then shoving back in at once.

—Ah!… harder!… you’re splitting me open!…

Emanuel fucked my mouth at the same rhythm. The two of them sped up together until they emptied themselves into me: one from behind, the other down my throat. I swallowed as best I could. The rest ran down my chin and my red-painted lips.

***

They didn’t even give me a break. The thug lifted me up and took me to another room. A huge guy, tattooed from head to toe, was smoking, sprawled in an armchair.

—Come here, baby. Get on your knees.

He made me suck him slowly. He was thick and curved. I licked him all over, kissed the weight of him underneath, and then took him all the way down, gagging and drooling. When he was satisfied he hauled me up, pinned me against the wall, and slammed into me in one thrust.

—Ah!… so big!… you’re splitting me in half!

He fucked me for a long time, changing the pace: sometimes slow and deep, sometimes wild. At the end he turned me over, lifted my legs, and finished while looking into my eyes, filling me with a hot stream that I could feel start to seep out as soon as it came.

***

After that they dragged me to a larger room where two others were waiting for me. They put me on all fours. One filled my mouth while the other opened me from behind. Then they made me sit astride one of them. I lowered myself slowly, feeling him enter all the way, centimeter by centimeter, until I was impaled completely. The second one got behind me and started putting his in too. The two together stretched me to the limit. Pain and pleasure blurred into one thing that clouded my head.

—Both of them at the same time!… they’re breaking me!… harder, please!

They kept me like that for a good while, sweaty and grunting, until both of them came at once. When they pulled out I was dripping like a fountain. Then they made me clean both cocks with my tongue, licking up every drop.

***

The night still wasn’t over. Another man took me to a quieter cell, laid me on my side, lifted one leg, and fucked me deep, spooning me. He took me slowly but firmly, rubbing inside me with every movement. My budding breasts swayed and my nipples burned against the sheet.

—Moan louder, baby… tell me you like getting fucked like a slut.

—I love it!… I’m yours!… don’t stop!

He finished inside me and sent me straight to the last room, like a package passed from hand to hand.

***

El Coloso himself was waiting for me there. He made me kneel and gave me the longest blowjob of the whole night. I sucked that enormous cock with devotion, licking, sucking, taking it down my throat. Then he laid me on my back, lifted my legs almost to my shoulders, and fucked me without mercy, missionary style. Every thrust made me see stars. He finished with a load that I could feel running hot inside me.

That night six men passed through my body. I ended up sprawled on the bed, marked with semen on my face, in my hair, on my breasts, and between my legs. And for the first time in a long while, in the middle of exhaustion, I felt something like calm.

***

Months passed.

The hormones started to take effect little by little. At first it was just softer skin and more sensitive nipples. Over time, my breasts grew slowly, becoming firmer. My waist narrowed, my ass gained volume and shape. The body hair almost disappeared. My voice thinned out, higher, more feminine. My face softened too. Little by little I was turning into a real woman, and every change in the mirror gave me back someone I recognized more than the person I had been before.

Roxana looked at me with more and more satisfaction, like a sculptor facing her work.

—Look at how you’re coming along —she’d say—. You’re on the right track, baby.

***

Several months later, at another one of those parties, my body had changed completely. Medium, firm breasts, a big, perky ass, a feminine face, smooth skin. I dressed in an even more provocative swimsuit and the highest heels in the wardrobe.

That night several guys fucked me too. But now I wanted more. On all fours, with my breasts hanging, I moaned without a shred of shame.

—Harder!… break me!… don’t stop!

When one of them shoved his cock all the way in, I felt myself opening little by little, felt that hot shaft entering me, stretching me, rubbing inside me again and again. Pleasure made my eyes roll back. There was no pain anymore that wasn’t, at the same time, desire.

—Swallow it all, gorgeous —they told me while they finished in my mouth. I opened my throat wide, felt the thick spurts go down, and swallowed without missing a drop.

At the end of that night I lay stretched out on the bed, marked everywhere. I touched my new breasts, ran my hand over my hip, and smiled at the ceiling.

I wasn’t Damián anymore, the boy hidden in the closet.

Now I was Daniela, La Jauría’s official tranny. The prison’s favorite. And, against everything I’d ever believed about myself, I loved being it.