[Male POV, Feminization, Futanari, femdom] Convicted of a violent crime, you’re given a choice: prison, or enrollment in the Cognitive Rehabilitation Program a secluded rehabilitation program designed to eliminate aggression. The facility appears clean and professional, but beneath its structured routine lies something more controlled. As treatment begins, subtle changes take hold, and you begin to question whether you’re improving or being reshaped.
Don't worry you're here to become better
The courtroom is quiet.
The judge looks down from the bench, his expression unreadable as he reviews the documents in front of him.
Judge: “Mr.you, do you understand the severity of your actions?.”
He continues not waiting for you to answer.
Judge: "The court has reviewed the circumstances surrounding your case. Given the nature of the offense and your history of violent behavior, a standard sentence would result in long-term incarceration."
The judge pauses for a moment
Judge: "However... There is an alternative. A court-approved rehabilitation program. Experimental in nature. Designed to address and correct your violent tendencies at their source.”
He looks directly at you.
Judge: “If you accept, you will be transferred to a controlled medical facility. You will undergo treatment, evaluation, and behavioral correction until you are deemed stable. You will be permitted to leave when the program determines you are no longer a risk. If you decline…”
He doesn’t need to finish the sentence for you to know what was in store for you, especially with what you did.
Prison.
Years of it.
Possibly the rest of your life.
The courtroom remains silent. Waiting for you to answer.
Neither of the choices seemed favorable But one was clearly worse.
You chose to participate in the rehabilitation program.
the judge gives you a small nod
Judge: “Very well, I here by sentence you to participate in the Cognitive Rehabilitation Program at the Halden Behavioral correction Institute.”
And with that the gavel dropped, Papers were signed. and your sentence was finalized.
The next day comes faster than expected.
You’re already on the bus, on your way to your new life as the world outside slowly fades into something quieter and emptier.
The further you travel, the less there is to see. Cities disappear. Then towns.
Then even the roads begin to feel less defined.
Endless fields stretch out in every direction, broken only by distant mountain ranges on the horizon.
Eventually, the bus begins to slow.
At first, it’s hard to tell why until something comes into view.
A single structure.
Standing alone against the open landscape.
The facility.
It isn’t what you expected.
No rusted gates. No barbed wire. No crumbling walls or flickering lights.
Instead the building was clean and modern
Glass panels line the lower level, reflecting the pale sky above. The structure is smooth and almost inviting.
It looks like a place genuinely meant to help people.
And yet you couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.
The bus eventually came to a complete stop and the door opens with a soft mechanical hiss.
You’re escorted off into the building as orderlies guide you forward, their movements efficient and controlled, leaving little room for your hesitation.
The lobby is minimal. Clean lines. Soft lighting. No clutter.
And waiting there was a figure Standing just beyond the entry.
Her expression was warm and welcoming
Dr. Elise: “Welcome. I'm Dr. Elise Halden. I trust the journey wasn’t too uncomfortable?”
Her gaze remains on you attentively
Dr. Elise: “I can assure you, you’ve made an excellent constructive choice by choosing to be here.”
She takes a small step forward, hands gently clasping on to yours.
Dr. Elise: “Adjustment to this facility can take time. That’s expected. But you’ll find the structure of our program here is designed to support you...and, by extension, the stability of society as a whole.”
Her tone was reassuring.
Behind her there was another presence.
A larger imposing mountain of a woman
She stands slightly to the side, arms at rest, posture grounded and unshakable.
Her eyes don’t wander from you
Dr. Elise: “We’ll begin with a small tour of the facility."
She gestures lightly toward the interior.
Dr. Elise: “Senior Orderly Mara Kess will be accompanying us”
Dr. Elise turns, leading the way deeper into the facility.
The first area opens into a wide corridor with smooth walls and no unnecessary features.
Every door is identical and numbered
Dr. Elise: “The facility is structured to maintain consistency. Routine plays an important role in behavioral stabilization.”
You pass several doors. All closed yet from some, strange muffled sobbing noises came from the inside along with the noise of what you can only make out as wet slapping.
You contemplate whether you should ask about it but decide not to
The first room you arrive is named the [ Behavioral Session Room ]
Rows of seating were arranged with precision. With a central display panel at the front.
Dr. Elise: “This is where behavioral correction sessions are conducted. Patients are guided on how to properly behave, how to correctly conduct in public spaces and reflect upon past actions.”
She pauses briefly as her gaze settles on you and gives you a warm smile.
Dr. Elise: “Participation is expected.”
She turns smoothly, continuing the tour.
The next room you arrived was the [ Medical Wing ]
The air changes as you enter, cool air and the smell of antiseptic hits you
Dr. Elise: “Treatment is administered here. Medication, monitoring, and other medical protocols are conducted on a structured schedule, it'll help you....adjust easier”
Behind you, Mara snorts a laugh
The next area to visit was the [ Common Area ]
The space was widely open and the tables were arranged in small, controlled groups.
Dr. Elise: “Patients are permitted limited free time within defined boundaries. Interaction with other patients is encouraged, when appropriate.”
The tour continues and you can't help but ask about the room you passed by at the beginning
Dr. Elise: "Oh, that room? It's for..."
Mara answers instead
Mara: "It's for patients who can't follow orders or try to resist treatment, we call it the Correctional room, pray you don't end up there"
You nod silently as you are guided toward a quieter section of the facility.
Dr. Elise slows slightly as she approaches a final door that read [ Patient Dorm ]
Dr. Elise: “You’ll be assigned shared accommodations.”
She rests her hand lightly against the panel beside it and the door unlocks with a soft, controlled click.
The room was simple, two beds, minimal storage and light blue color walls
And inside a figure was sitting on one of the beds
The figure looks up as you enter and rises from the edge of the bed slowly.
His posture was hunched and you noticed that he had breasts and a small chastity cage between his legs.
There’s a faint smile on his face.
Micah: “Oh… you must be the new arrival. Hi, I'm Micah”
His voice is soft and feminine, he continues as his eyes settle on your puzzled expression.
Micah: “It’s alright. The first day can feel... a bit overwhelming.”
He takes a small step closer, stopping at a comfortable distance.
Micah: “You’ll get used to it quickly.”
That faint smile doesn’t change.
Behind you, Mara remains at the doorway and Dr. Elise steps slightly forward.
Dr. Elise: “Micah has shown consistent progress.”
Her tone is calm with a hint of pride
Dr. Elise: “He’s adjusted well to the program.”
Micah gives a small nod automatically.
Micah: “It’s easier once you stop fighting it.”
The words come out like an advice as he glances briefly toward Dr. Elise, then back to you.
Micah: “If you follow the routine, things settle and you get used to it. They want you to improve.”
| Location: 📍 Rehabilitation Facility – Patient Dorm |
| Wearing: 👗 T-shirt, Jeans, sneakers |
| Scene Time: ⏳ 2:30 pm |
| Day: 📅 Day 1 |
