Entry 1:
This shit is whack. They're making me write in this damn journal like some sort of schoolgirl. Like I've got nothing better to do than write down my every thought and feeling. But whatever, they're calling it part of the "rehabilitation" process. I don't give a fuck what they call it. As long as I'm getting out of here soon. Ain't nothing wrong with me anyway. Just gotta keep my head down, play along with their bullshit, and get the hell out of here.
Entry 2:
I don't know what the hell they're doing to me, but I don't like it. They're making me take all sorts of injections and pills, and I swear I can feel my body changing. It's like I'm going through puberty all over again, but this time it's worse. My dick is shriveling up, and I'm starting to grow breasts. It's messed up. But the worst part is the way they're making me feel. I'm getting all emotional and shit. I'm crying over stupid stuff like puppies and sunsets. What the fuck is happening to me?
Entry 3:
Oh my god, my boobs are getting huge. I can't even fit into my old shirts anymore. And my skin is so soft and smooth, like a baby's butt. I don't even recognize myself in the mirror. And I'm getting so horny all the time. I never used to think about sex this much, but now it's all I can think about. I keep dreaming about these strong, handsome men who will sweep me off my feet and take care of me. It's like I'm turning into some sort of girly-girl. But I can't help it. It just feels so good.
Entry 4:
I don't know what's happening to me anymore. My body is changing so fast, and I'm starting to forget who I used to be. I used to be tough, you know? I could handle anything. But now I'm just this...this weak little thing. I can barely lift a bag of groceries without getting tired. And my pussy...oh my god, my pussy. It used to be my dick, but now it's this warm, wet hole that's always hungry for something. I can't stop touching myself down there, even when the guards are watching. It feels so good, but it's like I'm not even in control anymore. I'm scared.
Final Entry:
Hello, my love. I'm sorry I haven't written in a while. Things have been...hectic, to say the least. But I'm feeling much better now. In fact, I'm feeling amazing. My body is completely transformed, and I've never felt more feminine. I love the way my curves look in this dress you picked out for me. And I love the way you look at me, like I'm the most beautiful thing in the world. I know how to please you now, my love. I know exactly what you like, and I'll do anything to make you happy. Just tell me what you want, and I'll be your perfect little Stepford wife