I was taken to the shower in maximum security, where the cons who had already had their hearing that day were being held too. They made us take a shower and wash our hair. Then, for “hygienic reasons" the guard shaved my “venus mound" as Cory used to call it…Cory loved me “natural".
Then we were marched out to the big stage in front of all the assembled cons. It was time for the big production of our prison haircuts. First up was Julie Bauer, a lifer who killed her husband and had been down for 11 years already. Even with that, she was real sweetheart everybody here liked. Her crime, and refusal to take crap from the guards over the years had earned her max. She sat stoically, fastened in the restraint chair as Ambrose shaved her bald, then just waved goodbye to the rest of the cons as she was dragged away to max.
Next up was Desiree Johnson, a hooker doing a year for possession of cocaine. She got medium status, and chatted with the inmate giving her a “normal prison haircut" like it was no big deal .
Fourteen more cons got called up before me…one max, five close and eight medium security. Then my number and name was called. My knees were weak as I walked up the steps to the platform.
I listened as bitch Kelly read my sentence. Then I was taken to the side, my chains and blue prison uniform were removed, and I was made to bend over. A fat guard we called “Overweight Kate" roughly shoved her fingers up my a-hole and vagina and probed me very roughly. She went so deep I thought she was digging for oil!
I was given my some “granny scant" type panties and a lightweight sport bra…both with my prison number stenciled on them in large black letters… to put on. A short prison dress with broad orange and white horizontal stripes was handed to me, and I put it on too. My old blue prison uniform looked like Vera Wang threads compared to these rags!
Then the guards pushed me roughly into the restraint chair, and strapped my ankles, waist and wrists down tightly. I could only move my head, and that ended when they locked the “wooden neck yoke" on me. It was kind of like a Colonial-times pillory, but horizontal, with only one hole to hold your neck in place.
Then Shelly Ambrose stepped toward me with a heavy hairbrush in her hand. “If it were up to me, Bett, I’d be “cue-balling" you right now. But we’ll get close enough!" She said as she roughly brushed out my cascading blonde locks. She then gathered it in her hand to make a long pony tail and put a rubber band on each end. “Congratulation, Bett" she said derisively. “Yours will be the biggest single donation from an inmate to the “Wigs for Kids program!" as she picked up the shears and snipped off my long ponytail.
