Cloth Diapers & Panties

Single malt whisky from Scotland for me. Favorite: Talisker 10 or 12-year.

Leftovers

Birch 

Chicken Fried Rice or General Tso's Chicken

“You’re not here to help me,” Katherine answered. “Or I can leave you here like this and relate my worries to human resources that you’re experiencing health issues or even a break down. Then I won’t be the only one asking questions.” “I’m on vacation. I not even supposed to be here today. I should be home...” Katherine rambled. Katherine sighed and reluctantly related the entire saga of her day but carefully avoided the encounter with housekeeping. “Well, that all sounds terrible,” Veronica said sarcastically. “But it doesn’t explain this,” Veronica gestured to Katherine’s body. Katherine’s cherub expression tightened. She needed to placate Veronica but refused to be entirely candid. “I’m undergoing a treatment and there have been a few side effects. Mainly my vocal cords tightened and I’m a little flush. I’m not sick. I just need to get home and take some medicine. Okay?” Katherine urged. Katherine studied Veronica and hoped her half-story had convinced her. Veronica shifted her hips. She wasn’t satisfied but her manipulative side urged her to be silent. “Okay,” Veronica deeply smiled. Relieved Katherine disappeared into the stall and pulled the fabric curtain closed. She untied the sleeves of her jacket and it immediately slipped from her waist and fell. Her blouse was ruined, torn, and stained from her numerous trips to the floor. Katherine reached for Neville’s pants. They were large and long, so she rolled up the cuffs. She was grateful Neville’s belt was looped through his pants. She cinched the belt to the final hole and hoped they would stay in place. Neville’s shirt was plain and cavernous, so Katherine tucked it in. She adjusted the tissue in her bra then buttoned the shirt. She slipped her dead cell phone into the pants pocket. Katherine disliked the masculine ensemble, so she slipped her own jacket over the shirt. She spun and inspected herself in the mirror. Her hair was a mess, and Neville’s clothes were baggy, but the ensemble had a retro flair. It was far cry from her usual polished appearance, but it was acceptable attire for a hasty exit. The only thing missing were her heels. There was no denying her diminished stature without them. Katherine looked inside the plastic bag and found a pair of white complimentary hotel slippers. The soles were thinly padded and offered minimal protection for walking to the pool or down the hall for ice. Unfortunately, they added nothing to her height, but the opening was lined with elastic so at least they wouldn’t slip off her feet. Katherine was grateful not to be barefoot. “So, why haven’t you left already?” Veronica called through the beige cloth. “Dressed in only my underwear with my jacket tied around my waist? Are you kidding? And risk running into a client or someone from our company?” Katherine shouted back. “Or Mr. Sorgant?” Veronica added. “Right! Or a member of the board or who knows who?” Katherine whisked the curtain to one side. Veronica stifled a small laugh. Neville’s clothing hung comically on Katherine’s petite frame. She looked like a little girl playing dress up. “This will work fine,” Katherine paused. “Oh, did you bring my wallet?” “Oh, sorry. I didn’t know you needed it. Neville didn’t tell me,” Veronica lied. “That’s okay,” she frowned. Katherine absolutely refused to ask Veronica for any money. In a minute she would exit through the least conspicuous side door and hail a cab. Even if she had to walk a few blocks to find one. Theresa, her neighbor, had her spare key and she could probably borrow money from her to pay the fare. Katherine dismissed the interfering details and focused on her energy on her immediate goal. “I’m sorry I snapped earlier. It’s just these health issues and my bad day,” she apologized. “Oh sure. I understand,” Veronica said. “Now I am a bit turned around so just point me to the nearest exit,” Katherine asked. “One problem though.” “What?” “Cocktail hour. Everyone just left the convention floor. The whole wing is jammed. Our people are everywhere. They’re just milling through the conference rooms and lobby. I just came from there,” Veronica frowned. “I’ll sneak out through the kitchen,” Katherine explained. “I don’t know, that sounds really dicey. If it was two hours ago. I would say go for it,” Veronica said. Katherine didn’t like Veronica and she didn’t trust her either. Her continual jibes had been a point of contention since they met. However, Veronica seemed softer. It was a rarity the two women talked alone. Perhaps, separate from the pressures of the workplace, Veronica was less intrusive. “I know we haven’t always gotten along but maybe I could help you,” Veronica offered. “How?” Katherine asked suspiciously. “I could be a lookout, check around corners, make sure the coast is clear. Help you get into a cab and get home,” Veronica added. Katherine eagerly wanted to get home. The queasy stretching feeling was resurfacing. But Veronica’s offer sounded too good. She steeped back and eyed the brunette. “Why are you helping me? What do you want?” she inquired as she shifted her weight. “You’re smart. I’ve always thought so. I want to be partners on the next project. I know you’re signed to be project manager developing the communication platform for Lockheed,” Veronica said. “Ah, now I get it. Well, that’s a board decision,” Katherine shot back. “Yes, but you can bring me on. You can place me on the team, give me a title that places me in a position of equality,” Veronica eased. Katherine thought for moment. Veronica could create obstacles but if she were part of the project it might help minimize any issues. “Fine,” Katherine resolved. She started to move but Veronica held up her hand. “Oh, no. I need a little more than that,” Veronica informed. Veronica produced her cell phone and proceeded to capture video of Katherine stating her intention to include Veronica on the next project manager. Satisfied Veronica smiled and pocketed her phone. Katherine rolled her eyes. Katherine and Veronica cautiously exited into the hall from the lounge. A small tingle of fear spread through Katherine. It would be awful if Hispanic woman reappeared. But Katherine doubted the woman would recognize her since she was wearing different clothes. Her real anxiety was her true body. She had hidden while changing. The ridicule from Veronica would be endless if she seen Katherine’s undeveloped shapeless figure. Katherine tugged her pants up again. She imagined her ensemble was stylish, but it did not project professionalism. Katherine dreaded the thought of bumping into someone familiar. Their exit strategy was simple. They planned to conquer each hallway one a time. They would adhere to the less populated hallways as much as possible. Veronica scouted ahead. If it was clear she motioned Katherine to follow. Their progress was sluggish and more than once they were forced to alter their path to avoid a gathering of business colleagues. Their ultimate goal was the lobby and the salvation of the cab stand beyond. But Katherine didn’t care about their speed. Soon she would be home. The prospect of growing was intoxicating. Obviously, based on her current physical state, the medication worked. So, logically her growth was imminent. She could hardly contain herself. Katherine’s mind wandered as she imagined her new curvaceous and taller body. The promise of height transported her. She pictured herself in meetings and dance clubs. Katherine didn’t date much, and sex was infrequent, but men were going to be a whole new experience. But, in truth, Katherine yearned for respect. Katherine was smart but had always felt a condescension attached to her successes. The promise to abolish that life-long obstacle was beyond joy. Lost in thought Katherine absentmindedly walked straight into Veronica’s back. She had paused at the corner at a very raucous crowd along the third-floor corridor. So far, their progress had been steady, but Veronica’s grim expression shattered Katherine’s hopes for rapid egress. “It’s packed. You can’t even walk through and Mr. Sorgant is holding court right in the middle of it,” Veronica frowned. Fearing detection Veronica reached out and grabbed Katherine’s hand and led her away. They rounded into another lounge which was gratefully empty. Once inside Katherine jerked her released from Veronica’s strange grip. “What am I going to do?” Katherine asked. It was more a matter of professional propriety. Katherine and Veronica were well aware of departed predecessors downsized due to their unseemly behavior. In some cases, these infractions had been minor. Mr. Sorgant, board members and other managers could be quite ruthless if the mood struck them. Katherine looked down at Neville’s oversized shirt and pants. Faced with the scrutiny of management Katherine thought it could be misconstrued she had a deeper relationship with Neville. Beyond her clothing Katherine’s body was also a fear. Exposure was not an option. “Maybe we could cover you up with a towel a tablecloth or something and just charge through,” Veronica suggested. “Too risky,” Katherine sighed. “I’ll be seen or bump into someone.” “Yeah, you’re right. You’d stick out like a sore thumb. We could just wait for them to leave.” Katherine entertained the thought, but another tightening feeling invaded her. It was followed by the familiar nauseated sensation. Waiting did not seem like an option. “We’ll have to go back and circle around,” Katherine motioned. “Can’t. It closed at four. They start locking the extra corridors and connecting skyways. This is really the only way,” Veronica stated. “Why do they lock them?” Katherine quizzed. “It something to do with security. It traffics the convention people down to the lobby and I think it keeps the homeless out too. I don’t really know.” They were stuck. “Wait. I have an idea. It’s kinda crazy but it’ll get you out of here and where you belong. I promise,” Veronica smiled. With her reputation at risk and the return of her nausea Katherine agreed. “Great! I’ll be back in about fifteen minutes,” Veronica voiced energetically. Veronica waltzed out. The door clicked behind her. She paused and allowed her inner smile to erupt and spread across her face. It was an evil grin. There were no board of directors, no management, and no Mr. Sorgant. Only a group of bartenders in a pre-shift meeting. There was no lock down and no threat of being discovered. Veronica had lied. She had manipulated Katherine to exactly where she wanted. Veronica knew exactly where they were located within the hotel and she had a wicked idea. Katherine waited but as the minutes ticked away, she found her optimism wane. She paced and periodically leapt into a stall at the slightest sounds. Occasionally it was warranted. Women popped in for a minute or more to make use of the facilities or retouch their makeup. Katherine stayed safe in her cubby until it was clear. When she felt confident, she reemerged. In the quiet moments she examined her form in the mirror. In Neville’s clothes it was difficult to observe the extent of her changes, but Katherine could feel them. At certain times it felt as though her body was contracting. Katherine waited and waited and continued her routine of pacing and hiding. The door opened and Katherine dove into her stall again. “Katherine, you in here?” Veronica echoed. Veronica stopped at the door and stood proudly at attention. A medium sized canvas bag was slung over her right shoulder. Hidden behind her back she clutched a bundle of rolled fabric. Katherine peeked out. Veronica swung the fabric in front of her and unfurled it triumphantly. “Ta-da!” Katherine gawked at the presented outfit. “You’re kidding. I can’t wear that!” Katherine spouted. “Of course, you can. Think about it. No one would look twice at you. And definitely no associate will even give you a second thought,” Veronica beamed. “It won’t fit me,” Katherine added. “I bet it will. And who’s going to even think you’d ever dress like this. It’s so outrageous.” The audacity of the outfit was a positive. But Katherine already felt insecure. The idea of trading her current ensemble for more juvenile one was unsettling. But Katherine couldn’t wait any longer to get home. She was mere steps from taking the first dose of growth hormones. Then she would grow big and tall and sexy. She would have her boobs back and they might even be bigger! Katherine sighed. “Alright,” Katherine sighed. It was good disguise, but Katherine did not want to admit it. Instead, she plucked the Girl Scout uniform from Veronica and turned toward her stall. Suddenly a group of four tipsy women barged into the lounge giggling. Katherine darted. In the commotion Veronica joined her. “What are doing? Get out!” Katherine whispered. “I’ll help you.” “I don’t need your help!” Katherine shouted. Her high-pitched childish voice echoed. The chatter from the four ladies halted and the room fell silent. Katherine and Veronica froze. “Everything okay in there?” a lady asked. “We’re fine. I’m just trying to help my daughter change her clothes,” Veronica calmly replied. Katherine turned fiery red and glared at Veronica. Veronica looked down at Katherine. “She’s just being fussy, ” Veronica added. “Well don’t disrespect your mama little one,” another lady slurred. “Or...” another woman chimed. It was apparent the woman mimed some action as a round of laughter erupted from the inebriated four. “That’s what you want!” “You know it!” More laughter and snickers reverberated. Then as quickly as they had appeared, they disappeared. The two ladies were alone again. Embarrassed Katherine gave Veronica a small shove out of the stall which yielded little result. “What’d you say that for?” Katherine asked. “It just came out. I had to say something. Anyway, it worked. They left us alone didn’t they? Wait. I have an idea,” Veronica chimed. “Another one?” Veronica set the canvas bag down, stepped out of the stall and walked to the door. She grabbed a sign which was propped against the trash can. The sign read “Closed for Maintenance”. She hung it on the door handle outside and locked the door. “There, now we can work in private,” Veronica said. Katherine eyed Veronica as she leaned on the sink. She had no desire for the oversexed moose to help her. The prospect of her new outfit was humiliating enough. Katherine stalled which irritated Veronica. “Come on, let’s go. I wanna go drink!” Veronica hurried. Katherine slunk back into the stall and removed her jacket and slowly unbuttoned the oversized shirt. She undid the pants and carefully stepped out the long tubes of fabric and laid them aside. She held up the uniform and grimaced. She hated it would fit her. The one-piece dress was a traditional green with large dark green buttons which fastened down the front. It was hideous. Katherine ran her hand across the rough, thick burlap type fabric and cringed. It was miles from her silk and linen ensembles. Katherine removed Neville’s shirt and added it to the pants on the bench. Katherine turned carefully and avoided the mirror. She cringed as the fabric scraped over her shoulders and knew, even without buttoning it, the uniform fit. The reality of the small garment depressed her. To maintain a shred of her dignity Katherine attempted to force the uniform over her bra but her bra and the tissue paper created a problem. The thin material appeared awkward stretched across her imaginary bosom. So, Katherine peeled off the uniform and tossed it on top of Neville’s shirt. Katherine extended her delicate digits into her bra. She shivered slightly as her cold fingers touched her bare chest. She pulled the few wads of tissue from inside her bra and dropped them on the floor. Then she unhooked the last symbol of her adulthood and ceremoniously laid it with the other garments. Desperate to cover her flat pink chest Katherine reached for the scout uniform again. She sighed resignedly at the fate of her temporary prison. She looked up and sprang back from the mirror. Above her reflection Veronica watched. Veronica smirked and casually leaned against the Formica support frame. “Oh my god Katherine!” she exclaimed loudly. “I knew you were small, but I had no idea.” There was no point in hiding. Katherine had been temporarily exposed. She quickly covered her body with the uniform and spun and faced Veronica. In the mirror, Veronica spotted Katherine’s tiny bottom and grinned. Veronica tried to concentrate as Katherine rambled through the effects of the medicine, and her explanations, but her panties were in eminent danger of abandoning their post. Every time she gestured the panties jiggled south. Finally, she stopped speaking. “So, some medical concoction did this? Well, you should go into business with this supposed doctor and get rich, ” Veronica suggested. Katherine’s puzzled expression prompted her further. “You’ve discovered the fountain of youth! Every woman in the world will want this,” she explained. “It doesn’t work that way. And that’s not what this is!” Katherine said loudly. She knew Veronica was poking her but tried to maintain her temper and tone. “Really?” Veronica snorted, “Turn around and take another look at yourself. Go ahead.” Katherine slowly obeyed. “You were already short but now you look even shorter. And it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to see your bra was filled with paper. You’re completely flat chested,” Veronica stated sharply. Katherine lowered the uniform slightly to peek at her non- existent chest. Her breasts, which had been a source of pride, were only a memory. And it was at that precise moment her underwear departed south and Veronica exploded in laughter. “That is one smooth pussy!” Katherine frowned at the vulgarity. “I know women shave and wax, but that doesn’t look right!” Veronica giggled.