A young woman was shoved into her cell so forcefully that the poor girl lost her footing and landed on Michelle. She grunted from the sudden weight over her body but also couldn't help but notice the alluring softness of her flesh against her own. It was a new feeling, having never experimented with girls before, and she liked it.
The new woman scrambled to her feet and recoiled against the wall of the cell. 'What are you?' she cried with a trembling voice.
'A shemale,' replied Michelle. The answer was instinctive, an impulsive reply before she'd even considered the question. But hearing her own voice say the word she realised that it felt right. It was more than just anatomical too; there was no gender dysphoria with what she had become. She was a shemale now, in both body and spirit.
She stood up and stepped towards the frightened woman. Her captors obviously intended for them to have sex and she was more than happy to facilitate their experiments. Hopefully her wonderful new body would aid in the seduction, but if not she could always just jack herself off and use the tasty scrumpet as target practice. One way or another she was going to pass on her infection.