With lipstick on, headphones over his freshly styled hair, leaning into a podcast mic while the world called him Gisele. He laughed softly, voice high and sweet, nothing like the gravelly growl that once ruled the prison yard.
“It started as a punishment,” she admitted with a sly grin.
“They said if I wanted out early, I’d join their little ‘rehab’ program. Thought it’d be a joke, skirts, makeup, heels. But after a few months of hormone shots and lace lingerie, guess who was strutting better than the guards’ girlfriends?”
The host chuckled, eyes wide. Gisele licked her glossed lips, teasing. “Now? I’m a lingerie model. Dates lined up every week. Men buy me drinks, beg to take me home. Crazy, right? Last year I was brawling in the showers, this year I’m letting guys fight over who gets to unzip my dress.”
She leaned closer to the mic, whispering, “Prison tried to break me, but it just turned me into everyone’s dirty little fantasy.”
