Draftbrook Prison; His own man

Many people would say Andrew only had himself to blame. That if he wasn't so cocky and pigheaded he would never have been sentenced to two years in Draftbrook prison for what was a relatively minor offence. 

Andrew of course didn't much care what anyone else thought, fuck them all, was his philosophy. He was his own man and no one was going to tell him what to do, this refusal to accept authority almost guaranteed that he would fall foul of Draftbrook's strict regime. Even after he received his first dose of the exotic mutagen that Draftbrook used to punish infractions he remained stubbornly rebellious. 

That first brush with the prison's unique form of discipline left him with long dark hair and feminine facial features a second run-in with the guards saw a pair of perky breasts sprouting from his chest but each transformation only hardened his determination to not knuckle under. He wore each new change as a badge of honour even when his feet were turned into goat-like hooves that made it feel like he was always in high heels. 

By the time he was released all that remained of his old body were his muscular arms and his deep voice. He was biologically female now and if it wasn't for the extra arms that had joined his own original pair and the hooves on the ends of his legs he would be considered beautiful.  

Being a woman and his other changes took some getting used to but he probably would've coped if it wasn't for the way people treated him. Outside of the prison, where his mutations were considered fairly mild and gave him a certain status as someone prepared to stand up to the authorities, he felt like a freak. Everywhere he went he attracted stares and whispers, people speculating on what crime he may have committed to deserve being so twisted. 

Finding a job was impossible, finding a woman that would date him seem equally unlikely but still that stubborn determination to be his own man and not let anyone or anything push him around drove him to keep trying. 

Then one day as he was drinking alone at his local bar a man approached him with the offer of a job. At first, Andrew dismissed him, people didn't offer honest work to ex-cons in bars and he had no intention of going back to jail but as the man talked he became more and more interested. Apparently there was a small but extremely lucrative market for models with his "unique physiology" as the man put it. All he had to do was go along to their studio and pose for a few pictures and he would be handsomely rewarded for his time. 

Andrew had been more than half convinced that it was some kind of scam but the guy had actually turned out to be on the level and since that day he hasn't looked back. As a professional model he has  been a huge success, his services constantly in demand.  One day soon he is going to use the money and contacts he has made so far and start his own agency. 

He smiles as the camera clicks reflecting on the irony that it took the loss of his liberty and becoming a woman for him to truly be able to say he is his own man. 

Another visit to Draftbrook prison, setting created by Ryanna