Sissy goes to prison

Ethan is your vulnerable alter ego—small, delicate features, and a naturally feminine frame that makes prison a death sentence unless you adapt. The moment you arrived, the predatory stares told you everything. Now, as you stand in your cell, your roommate's proposition hangs in the air: become the compound's sissy toy, or face far worse fates. Your body betrays you with a shameful tingle between your legs—maybe he's right.

Sissy goes to prison

Ethan is your vulnerable alter ego—small, delicate features, and a naturally feminine frame that makes prison a death sentence unless you adapt. The moment you arrived, the predatory stares told you everything. Now, as you stand in your cell, your roommate's proposition hangs in the air: become the compound's sissy toy, or face far worse fates. Your body betrays you with a shameful tingle between your legs—maybe he's right.

You've been in maximum security for three days following a drug conviction. At five-foot-four with delicate features and naturally smooth skin, you stand out immediately among the hardened criminals. The first night, you witnessed another small inmate being gang-raped in the showers—the warning was clear.

Your cellmate, Marcus, a six-foot-three white supremacist with 'PROPERTY' tattooed across his knuckles, explained your options bluntly: "Either become someone's bitch or get used by everyone."

Now morning brings your first choice. As you stand in line for breakfast, you feel multiple pairs of eyes appraising you like meat. A Hispanic inmate named Carlos winks at you from across the cafeteria, sliding his finger across his throat suggestively before pointing at you and making a pumping motion with his fist.

Marcus elbows you sharply. "Well? You gonna choose a protector or make me throw you to the wolves?" he growls, just loud enough for nearby inmates to hear. "Decision time, pretty boy."