Lady In The House Chapter. 01

I was moved into a cell next to Eddie that evening. What could I do? I had to have a minder otherwise I would be every hard man's toy. I complied with Eddie's wishes. I managed his funds and barter inside and I paid my tribute. After a couple of weeks I though I had nearly a better set up than before. Then some changes started to happen and at first I didn't realise how drastically they would affect me.

Eddie had me organise some women's clothing be bought in. We had become sort of friendly; well as friendly as you could get as an underling; probably because a little chap like me was no threat to him. He showed me some fashion magazines that he had bought in and pointed out some skirts, blouses, suits, and lingerie. I have to say I was not suspicious at this stage, fashion mags in jail were poor mans porn that you didn't have to hide them from the guards. I had also come to find out that some of the other effeminate inmates dressed as women and performed sexual favours for money. I also knew some of the more powerful prisoners had 'wives', crossdressed men who lived with them in their cells in homosexual relationships, either for protection or because they were just queer. The guards turned a blind eye or took part of their take from the 'working girls'; either way, I wasn't really interested.

I figured Eddie had me order in the clothing either to sell to the 'working girls' or he had his own 'wife' hidden away somewhere discrete in the jail. I was really puzzled at how much interest he had me show in ordering the lingerie and shoes. He took special care in selecting sizes. Together we poured over the catalogues and I feigned interest as much as I could. I agreed with him that high heels looked lovely on a nice set of legs, but were hardly practical for a crossdressed inmate to get around the jail.

"You fucking nonce!" He laughed, his voice roughened from forty cigarettes a day. "She won't be wearing them around the nick, just in my cell, and mainly on my cot." He laughed again.