One Day in the Life of Ivana Denosovitch Forced Femme Phonesex

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“My son, my son,” cried Mrs Denosovitch as she ran across the grim prison cell to where Ivan sat, chained hand and foot to the concrete wall. “What have they done to you?” Tears streamed down her face as she looked into the eyes of her only son, the namesake of her late husband.

She had been forced by Miss Olenska, the prison warden, to watch the tapes of his arrest and later sexual assault at the hands of the brutish male prison guards.

“I see you find the conditions of the men’s prison little bit shocking,” said Miss Olenska .”It is indeed very different from women’s prison which is essentially like country club. In fact, Americans they say, ‘like one big slumber party,'”.

“Really?,” said Mrs Denosovitch, her eyes widening hopefully.

“Of course,” replied Miss Olenska, with a smile that did not reach her catlike eyes. “I would never lie to you. But alas it is no point to discuss because, as you know, he was born to that unfortunate gender. Unless, of course….” Miss Olenska paused, as though deep in thought.

“Unless what?”

“Unless you agree to have him transformed. Then this nightmare? It becomes like dream come true”

“What do you mean transformed?

“Well made into woman, of course! What happened to your son yesterday was–appalling”, continued Miss Olenska, shaking her head sorrowfully.

In truth, though, it did not seem as though she were very “appalled” by it at all as she had a sly little smile upon her face.

 

“And such barbarisms and even uglier humiliations are certain to continue. But there is a solution, as I said. We will turn him into a woman.”

Mrs Denosovitch gasped in horror.

“I cannot turn my son into a girl!”

Miss Olenska rounded upon her menacingly.

“I am absolutely certain that you would not like the alternative, Mrs. Denesovitch,”

“Ivan?” said his mother tremulously.

“If you want what is best for this person,” said Miss Olenska, “you will no longer use the name Ivan.”

“This is no longer Ivan. It is too late for Ivan!”

Miss Olenska tossed her long dark hair and a wicked laugh escaped her lips before she quickly composed herself once more.

“But there *is* hope for IVANA.”

“Ivana?” asked Mrs Denesovitch in confusion. “Who is Ivana?”

“Why the person before you. The person chained to that wall. Your new daughter!”

Ivan watched all this unfold silently from the corner, unable to move, unable to speak even as his life spun rapidly beyond his control.

“We will get the most difficult part out of the way, Mrs Denosovitch…we will teach you how to administer hormones.

“There will be no going back after that first injection.”

From the pocket of her smartly tailored blue-grey suit dress, Miss Olenska produced a syringe and looking at it closely, tapped it. She then handed it to Ivan’s mother.

“There,” said Miss Olenska soothingly, her voice deceptively gentle. “This injection will help. And I will help you to administer it.”

***

The next thing Ivan knew, he had been spirited away to Miss Olenska’s spacious office, surrounded by the prison servant girls who were smoothing creamy foundation into his skin and applying lipstick, eyeshadow, eyeliner and rouge to his face.

“Now we must concentrate on feminine presentation,” Miss Olenksa told his mother.

“If you want to spare this person any further humiliations, you must learn to make her pass perfectly as a girl”

“You will also have to remember to always call her Ivana, refer to Ivana with female pronouns. Treat her as a mother treats a daughter, with hugs and different expectations. You no longer have a son that you hope will grow up to be a man. Now you have a daughter and you must increase her femininity and beauty. It is crucial that you be an integral part of this process, Mrs. Denesovitch.”

Soon Ivan’s mother was painting his fingernails, helping him slide into a pair of silky pantyhose, hooking a lacy white bra behind his back, dressing him in the style common to the upscale female office workers in Minsk: an above the knee length skirt, button down white blouse and three inch pumps.

“Tell us how much you look forward to having a daughter, Mrs. Denosovitch. Tell us of all the things you look forward to doing with her. And once you have done that successfully, once you can say it all perfectly and once Ivana is perfect: When she can move like proper girl, talk like proper girl, BE like proper girl, pass as a flawless girl?” Miss Olenska put her head to one side and again gave that queer little smile.

“Then it will be time for the trial.”

To be continued.

 

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