Chapter 322 A Caged Bird Sings In Trans Prison:>Ep20

• "Come on Odessa," she said lovingly, "I will help you clean up." She reached down and took my arm and helped me off my butt and into a standing position. I could feel eyes on me, people knew I was vulnerable. Suddenly, I knew that it was more dangerous to look hurt than be hurt. So I stood up straight and stifled my crying. I held onto to Prisha's hand while we walked. She didn't say anything, just held my hand closely. She guided me towards her cell. Soon, we were inside and it felt like I had a little bit of privacy. I flopped down on the toilet and put my head in my hands.
• "Stand up for a second Odessa," Prisha said in a soft, sweet, almost mothering voice. I did what she asked. I stood up in front of the toilet. She came and stood in front of me, "Okay honey, I am going to take your clothes off. I know you have had a rough day, but I wanted to ask first. I am going to help clean you off," she said.
• "Okay," I responded meekly. I indicated I should put my arms in the air and I did. She grabbed onto the bottom of my tank top and pulled it over my head. I felt the cold, wet piss against my face as it slid off. She tossed it onto the floor. It was very yellow and I felt my stomach turn. But Prisha wasn't finished. She got down on her knees in front of me and untied my pants. Then she carefully slid them down my legs. When they were around my ankles she lifted one foot and then the other, and pulled the pants away. They were wet as well and she threw them on top of my tank top.