Domestic Rehabilifeminization [Diary, Prison TG]

Day 1

I've been in this cell for atleast 2 months now. My sentencing was atleast for 15 years, charged with Breaking and Entering. Sure my ex raised a fuss when I came in and nearly assaulted her and her new finance, but to be fair the other guy clubbed me with a gulf club too. He got off easy, and the last time I ever say my former GF was in court. She didn't even look at me or give a faint goodbye, the bitter nerve. So now I'm here serving out my sentence. One of the counselors said they have a special rehabilitation program for assault and domestic violence related crimes. I don't know what that means but, if it shortens my sentence, which they said it would (To a few weeks!), than I'm keen all for it. They also said I have to keep this diary during the entire program. Not too keen on that but I cannot complain. Jail food sucks by the way.

Day 5

So far the treatment has been going well I guess, even if it's shitty and lame. All we really have to do is take etiquette classes, how to be non-violent I guess? I don't know how it relates to table manners and how to say hello, but that's the system for you. They also insist we take these pills, probably more mood stabilizing shit. I don't know, I wasn't keen with them at first but I have been feeling down lately, and most of my college years I spent smashed and pissed off day after every fucking day. I'd drink, get tired, yell at my teaches, get into fights and just blow up on everyone, repeatedly until I was expelled. My minds raging everyday, so while I'm not peachy fucking keen about drugging myself like a horse, if it helps me feel less mad at shit all the time hell I might as well give it a chance.

Day 7

Well aside from having pretty much perfect table manners, and feeling a little calmer I don't seem to be that much more 'rehabilitated'. But they're going to let us go regardless, since my counselor told me this place has a 100% rehabilitation rate, so as long as I make it through the program I'm keen to go. They've told us to clean up our cells more, and even make us wash dishes in the sink, do the laundry, chores like that. It's alright I guess, not the keenest on doing this dirty work but it's better than the group therapy they make us do. I've noticed my body is a lot skinnier these days, is it because I haven't been working out? Not only that but my skin has become so smooth, like talc powder was rubbed on it. We've got to cook dinner for the other prisoners, I cannot wait to see how this one turns out.

Day 8

They liked it! They actually loved my cooking! Even the desert, it feels weird to say but I'm actually pretty proud of being able to bake a good pie. I was so happy with it, they even let us do the dishes after. The drugs seem to be working, I hardly feel any anger anymore these days and even the thought of throwing a bunch or any bit of outburst seems most unrefined. A lot of the etiquette classes are winding down but they make us take speech classes, like how to address a man and lady. My body's softened out, but I think my chest feels kind of lumpy, it's weird. In other news they were so pleased with my cooking they said I can do it for the staff and prisoners everyday as part of my rehabilitation training! I cannot wait.

Day 13

They've promoted me to head chef! Now I cook breakfast, lunches and dinner. It's a little extra work to have to get up earlier than the rest, and stay up later washing all those dishes but I'm keen to it. In between they've recommended me a few additional classes for my program, such as how to dress myself, cloth and pamper myself. A bit on hair keeping, good hygiene, just how to smell nice and present myself for, for my guests! One should always remember to make themselves palatable in front of other company. Oh and they've upped the dosage on my drugs, and given me a few 'immunity' shows that are mandatory. So long as I get out of here happier and healthy I don't really mind. One more week to go.

Day 14

Mostly more classes. But they've introduced us a lot of new hobbies, like croquet, sewing, a little bit of Spanish and a whole lot of conversational skills. It doesn't even feel like a workshop, they just put us in a room together with each other and we have to talk in polite company. Always gotta remember our "Oh hellos" and "Why thank yous", basic manners like that or they correct us. Other little things such as posture, eye contact, hand gestures and simple kindly movements to seem as appeasing and the least bit threatening as humanly possible are commented on. After making our cells and doing a little cleaning, such as scrubbing the toilets and messes those silly boys make, we got to cook a huge dinner for the whole prison. Its so supernice of them to let them serve like this, but really it just feels like my duty more than anything.

Day 16

No chores or cooking today, a bunch of doctors came in and gave each of us a physical. Every itty bitty part measured, from our head to our toes. They gave us a little more medicine and drew on us with sharpies. I personally giggled and felt quite giddish, almost fainting when they groped the squishy bits coming into our chests. The more important aspect was that some unsightly lump had been going around on our crotches, the doctors just said it was a yeast infection. Every one of us was going to go to sleep on the operating table so they could remove them and fix up our bodies a little. I'm so glad, parts of me haven't been feeling right! From my shoulders just seeming too bulky to my own limbs and body just being, ganky and off. It's not right for a well mannered person like me now, I do hope they can fix this with the utmost care. Here comes the doctor again, ready to put me under. Have to wrap up this entry now, I cannot wait to see the new me!

Day 19
Today, another inmate had a bit of a breakdown. Resistance is cruel it would seem, he shouted all these vulgar slurs and insanity about how the prison is trying to make us into pretty little Charlotte's, and brainwashing us through our food and pills or some crazy conspiracy like that. He even said that we had to be scared because they were transforming us into woman! Is he utterly insane? We were already all woman, this was an 'all woman's prison' and correctional facility afterall. Why was he saying that we used to be men? He belonged in an asylum, not a reform facility for high class girls like ourselves who have committed minor crimes. The usual chores, meal cooking and cleaning was done today. Only 2 more days of the program and we finally get set free! I personally cannot wait to be on the outside, these pink jumpsuits are a bit tarnish for my tastes.

Day 21

Today I finally get sweet sweet release! It's been an intensive 3 weeks, but my counselor congratulated me on finally completing the program. I left with my nails polished shiny red, mary janes clacking out the prison gates and ready to begin my proper new life! As a reward they have us all a 2000$ Gift card and I promptly made a wonderful shopping spree with it. A lady has to keep up with the latest fashion trends afterall. I have to admit that the workout those programees gave me really put me to work, but I feel so much better now! Much improved..from whatever I was before? An unrefined and violent shrew of a girl, and less the woman I am now. Luckily they offered me a waitressing job until I get back on my feet, I gladly accepted. I've got my apron on now and am writing this last entry inbetween pouring coffee for the handsome lads. I must say, the one in the far back is quite the catch. I can only imagine how nice it'd be to go on a date, to be proposed, be taken back to his house in his big strong arms and cook for him, buy pampers for our kids and make beautiful love to him under the bed! Oh, I cannot wait to make such a lovely housewife. To all the prison workers that helped reform and fix up my life, thank you, thank you so much. Documenting my chronicled struggle has been ever so sweet, a real treat! Fairwell than, I've thoroughly enjoyed it.