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(All of my jail stories can be found in the Number 979 folder in my gallery)

At around 5 pm, I was transferred to the women's detention center at Nishigaoka. Jail reminded me a bit of Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy in that we were all given a small towel that we had to take with us everywhere we went. We were always reminded to take it. No matter what happens, don't forget your towel.

They took my clothes, and after a full body check where they wrote down minute details like which parts of my body had stretch marks and cellulite, as well as taking note how I got each of my scars, I was given a grey shirt and sweatpants to wear (and a fresh pair of panties, thank goodness). They also kept a grey sweatshirt for me in my locker, which I could ask for whenever I felt cold. Then they took 1000 yen from my wallet to pay for my soap, toothbrush, toothpaste, towels, and pantyliners. They asked if I also wanted to purchase other things like lotion and lip balm, to which I declined (and later on found out that it was a big mistake to do so -- the air in there was dry).

I was assigned the number 979 (pronounced kyuu-nana-kyuu), which was written on my slippers, and it was how I would be addressed the whole time I was in there. Never by name.

We called the guards "Tantou-san". They wore cute hats and vests, and each of them carried a small ruler in their chest pocket. They spoke to us affectionately, with elongated "ne~"s at the end of their sentences. They sounded more like big sisters than jailers.

Description
(All of my jail stories can be found in the Number 979 folder in my gallery)

At around 5 pm, I was transferred to the women's detention center at Nishigaoka. Jail reminded me a bit of Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy in that we were all given a small towel that we had to take with us everywhere we went. We were always reminded to take it. No matter what happens, don't forget your towel.

They took my clothes, and after a full body check where they wrote down minute details like which parts of my body had stretch marks and cellulite, as well as taking note how I got each of my scars, I was given a grey shirt and sweatpants to wear (and a fresh pair of panties, thank goodness). They also kept a grey sweatshirt for me in my locker, which I could ask for whenever I felt cold. Then they took 1000 yen from my wallet to pay for my soap, toothbrush, toothpaste, towels, and pantyliners. They asked if I also wanted to purchase other things like lotion and lip balm, to which I declined (and later on found out that it was a big mistake to do so -- the air in there was dry).

I was assigned the number 979 (pronounced kyuu-nana-kyuu), which was written on my slippers, and it was how I would be addressed the whole time I was in there. Never by name.

We called the guards "Tantou-san". They wore cute hats and vests, and each of them carried a small ruler in their chest pocket. They spoke to us affectionately, with elongated "ne~"s at the end of their sentences. They sounded more like big sisters than jailers.