The judge looked you over a mix of pity and contempt on his features. "I know you don't consider your crime terribly serious, but I hope that a month, as a bimbo will allow you to have an insight into the depths of your offences, and serve as a warning to those who 'transgress', and take advantage of the vulnerable.
"Why me!?" You whine in protest, "I didn't do anything... to deserve this... nothing that others wouldn't do..."
The judge nods his head, agreeing with your logic. "This is why you are being punished. You are not exceptional, and your behaviour was still appalling. You will only serve a brief time, but I shall ensure your punishment receives all the attention that it deserves, and your face now, and after the punishment are synonymous. It's the only way to teach the lesson." He sighed, already doubting the success of his strategy.
"Please... have mercy..." you plead, "I'll never do it again... I know now, it was wrong..." your tone desperate, your darting glances conniving and subtle, as you try to judge their effectiveness.
"Soon, you'll be just another bimbo... Blissfully unaware of your punishment, every man you encounter will be aware of your crime, and see the punishment. Women too, will appreciate the opportunity to see justice done."
Banging his gavel, you feel the faint whooosh, more than hear it as the air is displaced. The barrier sealing you from the rest of the court, you know the next sound you'll hear will be the rush of the nanites.
A faint metallic hiss as the grate opens, a hazy grey mist announces the arrival on the nanites.
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