Alexander was pushed aggressively into the doors of the brick building by a guard who had some serious anger issues.

"Are you mad, because you haven't gotten laid recently?" Alexander asked, making the guard grab his baton and hit the long hair male in the stomach.

"F- Fuck, I was gonna offer you a nice fuck, but now you get a sloppy hand job," Alex said, holding their stomach and winching in pain, that's gonna leave a bruise.

After regaining themself, they continue on their path, the handcuffs that decorated their now irritated skin, clicking together as they walked, the guard leading them to the front desk.

"Alexander Grayson," the guard said. The lady, whose hair was in a messy bun, lipstick smeared on his lips and wearing a deep navy blue shirt, typed on the computer, glancing up at Alex, because yeah, when you look like a girl, people have to second glance, curse having a unisex name and gorgeous long hair, the color of honey.

"They are in cell eight, section B." The lady said, her eyes still wandering over Alex's face, she said, reaching down and pulling out a bag.

"In this bag, you have the clothes you will be wearing from now on, toothbrush, toothpaste, soap, conditioner, and shampoo. If you ever want to buy better things or more things, you can save up from doing prison jobs, like cooking, cleaning, manual labor. The money you get depends on where you work and if you are doing a good job," the lady sighed, before continuing, "or you can have somebody, family or not, send you money. There are two wall phones in your cell, you can use those anytime. All calls will be monitored, so please don't be an idiot and try to smuggle something in." The lady said, her eyes rolling, from remembering how stupid some prisoners are.

"If you misbehave or do something stupid, you will be put into solidarity. Any questions?"

Alex shook their head, "thank god," she mumbled, reaching under again, grabbing clothes wrapped up.

She placed them on the counter, "change into these, over there," she said pointing to a curtain.

The guard pulled out his keys, uncuffing Alex's hands. Alex grabbed the clothes and shuffled over to the curtain going behind it and changing into the dark navy blue jumpsuit, a plain white tee-shirt behind it.

They stepped out, handing their old clothes over, the lady put them into a bag, slapping a label on them and placing them in the many bins behind her. "You are given five outfits, not including what you are wearing right now. You are also given a grey sweatshirt and black sweatpants." The lady said, "the shoes you are wearing are allowed, so you can keep those."

Alex nodded, she met their eyes, after reading over the paper, which she was probably told to read word for word each time.

"Also, I'm giving you this," she said, handing him a black hair tie, "I'm not supposed to, but you're most likely going to need it."

"Thank you," they said, grabbing it and putting it on their wrist. They took the bag from the counter, as the guard led them to section B.

"Even though you pissed me off, I should say that this section contains the worse criminals I ever met and I've been working here for seven years." The guard said, opening the section door, leading them to their cell doorway.

[THE INSIDE]

The guard walked past the criminals, Alex behind him, they could feel people staring him up and down, and they knew it was because of their long hair, curved backside, slim waist, and feminine features.

The guard led them up the stairs and opened the cell door from them, Alex walked in, "you are allowed out of your cell from eight to ten, be in your cell by eleven. You are always allowed outside from noon to five." The guard said, turning and walking away.

Alex stepped inside their cell, noticing a small shower in the cell, one bed on the left and one on the right, two small shelves by either bed.

The bed on the right seemed to have someone else sleeping there, so they placed his stuff on left and began unpacking the small things they owned.

They heard shuffles from behind them and they quickly turned around, a male with medium black hair, sharp jawline, his face half Asian and half Caucasian. He was wearing a flannel, white tee-shirt, and tight black sweatpants.

"Woah, looks like I have some competition on being the pretty boy." The male said, "I'm Jessie."

"Alexander."

The male smiled, "We both have unisex names, it's let we were meant to be." The man said, clasping his hands together, looking away dreamily.

Alex chuckled, shaking their head. "I think we are going to get along just fine," Jessie said.

"How are you in prison and yet so cheery?" Alex asked, looking at the male oddly.

"So I'm supposed to be depressed and sad? I think not."

"What did you do to get in here?" Alex asked.

"First rule, never asks anyone what they did to get in here, unless they tell you themselves," Jessie said.

"Oh, okay."

"Don't let prison take your soul," Jessie said, "now come on let's go meet everyone else."

Alex nodded, tucking their long hair behind their ear.

"Us pretty boys got to stick together."

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a/n;
this is boring,
but I wanted to make sure things were clear.

before I fully begin the story.

also, the person playing Jessie
is a singer Conan Gray

he is a legend; take this from a legend herself.