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This story is part of Washington Is Falling Down. For the beginnining of this dystopian/utopian world click here:

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Day 1

Fuck. Captured. I don't know how, but they somehow found us. In the deepest Montana, why would someone look for rebels in fucking Montana? Doesn't matter now. They somehow knocked me unconscious and I woke up here, in this... cell or whatever. I'm sure the mirror is an one-way mirror. And the camera is also always on. In the corner is a toilet and a sink. I have a table, two chairs and a bed.

My old clothes, or rather rags, are gone. It actually took me a while to realise that I was wearing nothing else than boxershorts.

The guards just pushed food through a small opening in the door. It's not great but at least it's enough.

Day 2

I was woken up by a guard screaming in ny face. Completly disoriented, two women in uniforms pulled me up and threw me onto the chair. My arms were cuffed to the table and AK47 were pushed against my head. On the opposite side of the table, another woman in a suit sat down. She opened a suitcase and pulled out documents. Pictures of me. As a child as a teenager in highschool. And the day before the uprising.

"You are being held responsible for multiple crimes against the common order, including guerilla-warfare, illegaly owning guns and not showing up to re-education. Shame.", the woman said. "As a judge, it is my duty to sentence you to re-education. Procedure B-18, starting tomorrow. Documents signed, confirmed by President Clarke. Have a good day."

She stood up and left the room. My cuffs were opened. The guards saluted and locked the heavy door.

I got food three times today.

Day 3

I'm writing this with shaky hands. The door flew open today morning. I was held down in bed and cuffed. The ball gag pressed into my mouth tasted like rubber. I was escorted out of the cell into a long floor with many doors. Out of some, I heard screaming and gunshots. Others were already empty.

Hallway after hallway, steel door after steel door I was led through the what seemed like an enormous building.

Another door was opened. In the middle, a chair, like these at the dentist, was surrounded by women in tight and revealing latex uniforms. I was forced and restrained onto it, still almost naked. The, I guess, nurses walked up to me, cupped my dick, examined my body under light and noted everything in a document. The ball gag was removed and the women looked into my mouth. The put it back in and prepared multiple, very big syringes.

One after one, they injected a pink liquid into my bloodstream. First my legs, then my arms, my stomach, my chest, two in the face. But the most painful was the one which was put into my dick. My breath fastened, but the nurses didn't seem to care. Even when my eyes started to tear up, they just continued. After they were done, the restrains were loosened and I fell onto weak knees. It took a couple minutes before I could walk again.

I'm now back in my cell. I heard silent voices behind the mirror, so I think they're watching me now. What did they do to me? Was this 'Procedure B-18'? I feel so tired and weak. All my limbs hurt like shit and I'm slowly getting drowsy. They took my blanket, so it's gonna be a cold night. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.

Day 4

I WOKE UP WITH FUCKING TITS. THEY PUT TITS ONTO ME. THOSE FUCKERS. I AM A FREAK. WHAT THE HELL?

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I have tits. They're fucking huge, they completly bring my body out of balance. I can't even completly grab them with my hands. And they're so fucking sensitive! My hair has also begun to grow. And I'm not exactly sure, but I think my dick is smaller than yesterday.

The guards threw a top into my cell. Honestly, its rather a BH than a top. My boobs almost slip out from underneath it. And, fuck, this top is tight. Its rubbing itself so hard against my nipples. And it feels fucking amazing.

But nonetheless, this is so fucked up. I really hope, that this is just a bad dream or a virtual reality or so, I don't fucking know.

Fuck it.

Day 5

It's not a dream.

I was woken up, once again, by armed guards. They screamed in my face for me to wake up. Confused, I opened my eyes and noticed long hair in front of my eyes! My whole body felt different! I don't know what, or how! My legs feel so much more lighter and sexy and I don't have any traces of muscles left on my arms! Only my butt is heavier. I now have a really nice, juice ass and it even counter-balances my tits.

The guards lift me up and put me in front of the mirror. I... I couldn't recognize myself! I look fucking amazing! My flat stomach and wider hips look so good together, paired with the tits... Amazi...

What the fuck am I writing? This is horror! My dick is only a shrivelled up numb, a shell of its former beast! They're turning me into a fucking woman! Fuck!

My face looks completly different, too. My nose is a lot smaller, just like my mouth. My lips are a lot fuller and nice red. My eyebrows look like perfect lines. Under the line; it's beautiful. But it's MY face, that's the problem! This isn't how it's supposed to be! Fuck!

Day 6

It's gone. IT'S FUCKING GONE.

I woke up with pain in my groin. I got up and walked to the toilet. I stood there and wanted to pee... and completly missed thr toilet. It just... directly dropped onto the floor. Out of A FUCKING PUSSY. This has to be a fucking nightmare! Or rather... a dream? Why am I worrying so much? The world is a lot better now, and I fit into the agenda.

NONO. WHAT AM I THINKING? My voice is so soft and nice, almost melodic! Beauti... NO! ...ful! I feel so incredibly nice. The FUCKING WORST best I've felt in a long time.

Help me! Please! What the fuck is happening? I can't think straight! I don... I definetly want this. This is amazing. I feel so sexy and hot. I can't wait to get out of this room and become a member of society MASSACRE EVERYBODY IN MY WAY!

Day 7

It's graduation daaaaay!!! ♡♡♡

Can't wait to get out of here! I already got my new address and stuff! My name's Mariah and I'm gonna live in New York City!

I love pink!!!

I lost. Help me. Please. This isn't me.

I feel so good, and my pussy is so nice wet and tight.

She's constantly jerking off and I can't do anything about it, all this pleasure doesn't let me think straight! Fuck!

Day 8

I don't know whats wrong with me, why do I own this stupid diary? This isn't even mine, who wrote in it? Almost sounds like a dirty male, ugh. Better throw this away. I really gotta get going now, got my first job today! I'm gonna be a nurse! I love wearing latex! And I love helping worthless men into realising how great being a woman is! There's a reason why we're better than them!

Helllllllllllllllllllll

Byeeee!!!! ♡♡♡♡

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Requested by jaehaerys123

Description
This story is part of Washington Is Falling Down. For the beginnining of this dystopian/utopian world click here:

www.deviantart.com/einzdoc/art…

Day 1

Fuck. Captured. I don't know how, but they somehow found us. In the deepest Montana, why would someone look for rebels in fucking Montana? Doesn't matter now. They somehow knocked me unconscious and I woke up here, in this... cell or whatever. I'm sure the mirror is an one-way mirror. And the camera is also always on. In the corner is a toilet and a sink. I have a table, two chairs and a bed.

My old clothes, or rather rags, are gone. It actually took me a while to realise that I was wearing nothing else than boxershorts.

The guards just pushed food through a small opening in the door. It's not great but at least it's enough.

Day 2

I was woken up by a guard screaming in ny face. Completly disoriented, two women in uniforms pulled me up and threw me onto the chair. My arms were cuffed to the table and AK47 were pushed against my head. On the opposite side of the table, another woman in a suit sat down. She opened a suitcase and pulled out documents. Pictures of me. As a child as a teenager in highschool. And the day before the uprising.

"You are being held responsible for multiple crimes against the common order, including guerilla-warfare, illegaly owning guns and not showing up to re-education. Shame.", the woman said. "As a judge, it is my duty to sentence you to re-education. Procedure B-18, starting tomorrow. Documents signed, confirmed by President Clarke. Have a good day."

She stood up and left the room. My cuffs were opened. The guards saluted and locked the heavy door.

I got food three times today.

Day 3

I'm writing this with shaky hands. The door flew open today morning. I was held down in bed and cuffed. The ball gag pressed into my mouth tasted like rubber. I was escorted out of the cell into a long floor with many doors. Out of some, I heard screaming and gunshots. Others were already empty.

Hallway after hallway, steel door after steel door I was led through the what seemed like an enormous building.

Another door was opened. In the middle, a chair, like these at the dentist, was surrounded by women in tight and revealing latex uniforms. I was forced and restrained onto it, still almost naked. The, I guess, nurses walked up to me, cupped my dick, examined my body under light and noted everything in a document. The ball gag was removed and the women looked into my mouth. The put it back in and prepared multiple, very big syringes.

One after one, they injected a pink liquid into my bloodstream. First my legs, then my arms, my stomach, my chest, two in the face. But the most painful was the one which was put into my dick. My breath fastened, but the nurses didn't seem to care. Even when my eyes started to tear up, they just continued. After they were done, the restrains were loosened and I fell onto weak knees. It took a couple minutes before I could walk again.

I'm now back in my cell. I heard silent voices behind the mirror, so I think they're watching me now. What did they do to me? Was this 'Procedure B-18'? I feel so tired and weak. All my limbs hurt like shit and I'm slowly getting drowsy. They took my blanket, so it's gonna be a cold night. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.

Day 4

I WOKE UP WITH FUCKING TITS. THEY PUT TITS ONTO ME. THOSE FUCKERS. I AM A FREAK. WHAT THE HELL?

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I have tits. They're fucking huge, they completly bring my body out of balance. I can't even completly grab them with my hands. And they're so fucking sensitive! My hair has also begun to grow. And I'm not exactly sure, but I think my dick is smaller than yesterday.

The guards threw a top into my cell. Honestly, its rather a BH than a top. My boobs almost slip out from underneath it. And, fuck, this top is tight. Its rubbing itself so hard against my nipples. And it feels fucking amazing.

But nonetheless, this is so fucked up. I really hope, that this is just a bad dream or a virtual reality or so, I don't fucking know.

Fuck it.

Day 5

It's not a dream.

I was woken up, once again, by armed guards. They screamed in my face for me to wake up. Confused, I opened my eyes and noticed long hair in front of my eyes! My whole body felt different! I don't know what, or how! My legs feel so much more lighter and sexy and I don't have any traces of muscles left on my arms! Only my butt is heavier. I now have a really nice, juice ass and it even counter-balances my tits.

The guards lift me up and put me in front of the mirror. I... I couldn't recognize myself! I look fucking amazing! My flat stomach and wider hips look so good together, paired with the tits... Amazi...

What the fuck am I writing? This is horror! My dick is only a shrivelled up numb, a shell of its former beast! They're turning me into a fucking woman! Fuck!

My face looks completly different, too. My nose is a lot smaller, just like my mouth. My lips are a lot fuller and nice red. My eyebrows look like perfect lines. Under the line; it's beautiful. But it's MY face, that's the problem! This isn't how it's supposed to be! Fuck!

Day 6

It's gone. IT'S FUCKING GONE.

I woke up with pain in my groin. I got up and walked to the toilet. I stood there and wanted to pee... and completly missed thr toilet. It just... directly dropped onto the floor. Out of A FUCKING PUSSY. This has to be a fucking nightmare! Or rather... a dream? Why am I worrying so much? The world is a lot better now, and I fit into the agenda.

NONO. WHAT AM I THINKING? My voice is so soft and nice, almost melodic! Beauti... NO! ...ful! I feel so incredibly nice. The FUCKING WORST best I've felt in a long time.

Help me! Please! What the fuck is happening? I can't think straight! I don... I definetly want this. This is amazing. I feel so sexy and hot. I can't wait to get out of this room and become a member of society MASSACRE EVERYBODY IN MY WAY!

Day 7

It's graduation daaaaay!!! ♡♡♡

Can't wait to get out of here! I already got my new address and stuff! My name's Mariah and I'm gonna live in New York City!

I love pink!!!

I lost. Help me. Please. This isn't me.

I feel so good, and my pussy is so nice wet and tight.

She's constantly jerking off and I can't do anything about it, all this pleasure doesn't let me think straight! Fuck!

Day 8

I don't know whats wrong with me, why do I own this stupid diary? This isn't even mine, who wrote in it? Almost sounds like a dirty male, ugh. Better throw this away. I really gotta get going now, got my first job today! I'm gonna be a nurse! I love wearing latex! And I love helping worthless men into realising how great being a woman is! There's a reason why we're better than them!

Helllllllllllllllllllll

Byeeee!!!! ♡♡♡♡

__________________________________________

Requested by jaehaerys123