Sissy Room

Plushies always win. 

I win!

gods I could go for a whole order of chicken fried rice.... or sweet n sour chicken. or both. 

never underestimate the stupidity of the general public.....

She stood at the bottom and watched the opening at the top become smaller and smaller. A giant face peered into the hole and stared down at her. Startled Katherine woke up to her phone ringing insistently. She sighed at the name “Neville Doring. Neville was one of many research technicians at Excelsior Global. He was scheduled to work with her at the Regional Technology Conference, a mid-level convention downtown. It was the perfect opportunity to help Neville overcome his shyness since he was only managing the software demonstration. Neville worked in research but frequently accompanied salespeople to various meetings and expositions to answer technical questions. On the third ring Katherine answered. “Neville I’m on vacation.” Neville interrupted and spilled his panicked pleads. Apparently, the software demonstration was not working. An uplink could not be established to the satellite. Neville began to spiral into his speculative personal ruination and eventual termination. Irritated Katherine sat up. “Neville! You’re going to have to reboot the main controller but...Wait a minute. Where are you?” Katherine said. “I’m at the exposition.” “What? I thought that was at the end of next week?!” Katherine exclaimed. “No, Mr. Sorgant bumped it. Between you and me, I think he booked his Nassau trip early this year. But I think I heard something about the quarter ending. I don’t know. I mean it’s practically our convention.” Neville was right. Excelsior Global sponsored the exposition and utilized the opportunity to dominate the proceedings. There were other companies which attended but none of them were competition. It was a deceptive practice, like throwing yourself a surprise party, and unsuspecting companies fell for it. They were smaller complimentary companies which did attend and provided parts or services to the larger entity of Excelsior Global. Katherine always assumed Mr. Sorgant used these expositions to hobnob with his friends as opposed to conduct any real business. “Are you on your way? Neville pleaded. “I can’t make the presentation. No way!” “How do you reschedule an entire convention? Why didn’t anyone tell me?!” Katherine shouted. “It’s not really a convention and Mr. Sorgant does what he wants, and I think Veronica sent out memos.” Katherine fumed. Neville jumped in again. “Oh! It’s okay Veronica’s here! She can fix the uplink.” Katherine seethed at the mention of Veronica usurping her contribution. This was her project! “Neville, don’t let her touch...” Katherine stopped. An excruciating wave of nausea washed over her. The doctor had warned her, but she was not prepared for the sensation. She felt lightheaded and clammy. “Neville...” Another wave hit Katherine and knew she was going to be sick. She ended the call and dashed to the bathroom. Fifteen minutes later Katherine braced herself on the counter then returned to her phone on the bed and sent a text to Neville. “I will be there soon to fix everything and make my presentation. Don’t let anyone touch anything.” “Poor Neville,” she thought. “In over his head.” Katherine slowly padded into the bathroom. She was not happy. She had taken two weeks off for the treatment and healing. But the communication software was her project. Allowing someone else, especially Neville, to configure it improperly could result in numerous financial issues. It also opened the company up to legal problems with licensing, copyright, and intellectual property. Katherine had to get downtown and take control of her project and make her presentation. Katherine rinsed her mouth with Listerine and hoped the worst was over. She took another dose. It all seemed like voodoo magic, but Dr. Crandall had explained the science and process in depth. She had faith. The smell of her favorite Hazelnut brew wafted through her fourth floor two-bedroom condo sparsely furnished in sage green and neutral colors. It resembled a hotel room more than a residence, but Katherine didn’t mind. During the week she was hardly there except late at night to sleep. On the weekends she cycled or hiked. Katherine tossed her robe onto the small stool in the corner and stepped directly into the azure tiled shower. The hot water felt fantastic and her skin tingled. She stood motionless with her head down and allowed the steady stream to pulse onto the back of her neck. She didn’t want to move. The encompassing warmth and comfort reminded her of her rapidly fading dream. She combed her wet hair back with her fingers and reached for her body wash. She lathered her arms and stopped when she touched her breasts. Astounded she placed both of her palms flat on her ribs and slid them upward. There was no resistance! No soft subtle bounce as her rounded bosom found it’s resting place on her body. She stared down at her chest in wonder and performed the maneuver again. There was only a slight contour. Two small bumps. It was amazing! She hurriedly lathered the rest of her body. As her hands brushed against her vagina she paused and brought her fingers up close to her face. She examined the small black hairs clinging to her digits. She rocked her hips forward into the stream and stared as her pubic hair swirled down her legs and disappeared into the drain. She hadn’t felt anything, but she was bare. Katherine stepped out of the shower into the fog filled room and swiped haphazardly across the mirror. Through the cleared section of the mirror her reflection revealed her diminished form. Swirling whisps of magical steam dissipated as she rubbed where her C cups once proclaimed her womanhood proudly. Now there were only two AA sized bumps. Katherine’s eyes drifted down to her bare crotch. Her small hands inspected her private area. It felt peculiar. In the past, she had shaved but there was always a stray follicle or a hint of stubble. However, now, she was completely smooth. She explored further and touched her lips and felt between her legs. Katherine stepped back. Her chest was almost flat, and she was hairless. Her hips appeared slimmer too. The overall effect made her seem even tinier than normal and with wet hair and no makeup she looked years younger. By now, the fog had cleared but Katherine found it difficult in her bare feet to get close to the bathroom mirror. Katherine pressed her mid-section hard into the high counter and leaned forward. Her eyes sharpened. It was her but it wasn’t. Her cheeks appeared rounder, and her nose looked smaller. In the past people often commented on her features. They described them as “cute”. But now those compliments stung. Katherine pried herself away from the counter for a full view. Her body completely complimented her face. She had become younger. Perhaps, not in reality, but all the physical signs of her womanhood had been erased. It was remarkable. Katherine’s eyes traveled down her pale body as she searched for curves. There were none. The line was almost straight. Her breasts were mere bumps and her hips had disappeared. This lack of defining features enforced her youthful appearance. Katherine again allowed her gaze to travel downward to her bare vagina. Entranced she watched her fingers gently explore the smooth region. She had shaved in the past, but it felt like she had never had hair there before. Even stranger was the shape of her vagina. Normally her two folds visibly peeked out but now it was just a small slit. Even more interesting was her lack of excitement. Typically, any attention near that region generated sexual heat. Katherine fretted. Had the drug affected her drive too? Her hands hesitantly migrated behind her. She knew her own form. Her rear had been shapely and rounded, but now she discovered only two tiny globes. They were deflated. The drug had poked a hole in her womanhood and like air escaping a punctured balloon her attributes had leaked out. Katherine checked between her cheeks. It too was devoid of body hair with no hint of a follicle. Katherine smiled at herself in the mirror. It had worked! She was beyond elated. If she had regressed this far back, then logically her growth would be just as dramatic! Excited she bounded into the kitchen for a cup. Coffee and music accompanied Katherine as she dried her blonde hair and styled it up and back. She applied a thin powder foundation, lined her eyes, and added blush and lipstick. It was a light application but effective. Katherine grabbed her flesh-colored underwear with the wide elastic band. She sighed and noted her earlier days of hiking and cycling seemed non-existent as she pulled the panties up her skinny legs. The panties barely clung to her hips and slipped several times. The matching bra resisted too. And after several frustrated adjustments Katherine relented and filled the void with two handfuls of tissue paper. The act was all too familiar, and a childhood chill ran over her. She shook the awkward undeveloped image from her mind and continued. With her undergarments filled and in place, Katherine selected a suit. It fit, somewhat. The skirt gripped her hips with the same unreliability as her panties. And the blouse and jacket hung on her shoulders. However, Katherine’s confidence rose as she admired her ensemble in the mirror. Her Cranberry Burberry suit was perfect except for the slightly loose skirt. But overall, she appeared professional. The Uber ride through mid-morning traffic lasted almost a whole hour. The driver, uncomfortable, broke the silence. “Taking a break from school?” he smiled. “Just headed to the Montford,” Katherine replied. She was used to strangers mistaking her age when she was dressed casually. Katherine imagined it was her facial features and height. But in her suit with her makeup in place, she bristled. “Meeting your parents?” he grinned. “No,” she shot back. “Oh, I just thought since you were all dressed up...What grade are you in?” Katherine forced a smile but internally boiled at the insinuation. “Look, I appreciate the compliment, but I graduated a long time ago.” Katherine frowned. She knew better than to engage a lonely driver. “I have a son in school...” he obliviously continued. It seemed it didn’t matter if she replied or not. The driver was intent on downloading his life story into the back seat. Katherine sighed and silently nodded. As they traveled, she tried to peek in the rearview mirror to catch a glimpse of his perspective of her. “What grade am I in?” she thought. “Does he think I’m in high school? No right-thinking person would ask a college student what grade they were in.” Katherine ignored his erroneous assumption and concluded some people have no gauge. She strained again to see her reflection, but this only prompted further dialog from the driver who assumed her interest. Downtown was teaming with pedestrians and the usual suspects. Attorneys, investment bankers, and office workers weaved past each other like well-ordered ants. Katherine stepped out of the Uber onto Franklin Street and the mischievous March wind immediately attacked her. The wind tunnel created by the towering structures offered no mercy and spun Katherine into a row of businessmen which disrupted the entire sidewalk procession. Katherine escaped into the lobby and stopped. The Montford Hotel was a popular destination for travelers and locals. It was almost ninety years old but recent renovations had updated the predominantly stuffy lobby into a warm sophisticated space. Katherine paused amid the wood paneled columns, marble floors and warm beige and blue pastel tones and felt overwhelmed. The hotel was packed but to an observer of human behavior, it was a fascinating study. Convention attendees, businesspeople, tourists, hipsters, hotel employees and a group of girl scouts created a perpetual swirl of sounds and motion accompanied by Kenny Barron. Katherine felt queasy again and planted herself into a blue club chair. She closed her eyes and calmed herself. Suddenly a man in a dark suit was gently vibrating her shoulder. “Young lady? Are you alright?” “Yes, I’m fine,” she answered foggily. “Well, you can’t sleep here.” “Sorry I just dozed off. I’m okay, “Katherine replied. The dark suited man eyed her for a moment. “Well, please let me know if you need any assistance,” he forced through a smile. Katherine watched him saunter away. She understood his coded phrase. It meant “please leave our hotel”. “Typical uptight hotel security. Did he think I was indigent? The nerve,” she thought. But worry overtook her indignation. She had fallen asleep in the lobby of the elegant Montford Hotel. It was disconcerting. She glanced at the time and was reassured her nap had been only a few minutes. Katherine felt uneasy but managed to navigate to the skyway. The skyway connected to three towers separate from the main lobby tower. There was also a business center, meeting rooms and a large convention hall. The Montford hosted many national events including political conventions. The layout was huge, and the often-confusing hotel signage made it possible to get lost in the labyrinth of halls and connecting corridors. Luckily, Katherine had spent time in the business wing and soon found the main entrance. She flashed her exhibitor pass and worked her way to the Excelsior Global booth. The booth took up three spaces. It was teaming with activity. “Wow, Katherine. What happened?” Neville popped. “What do you mean?” Katherine inquired quietly. Neville’s observation played on Katherine’s insecurities which started with the driver’s assumptions as to her maturity. And was further challenged by people staring at her as they passed. Katherine always looked perfect even on casual days. At the company picnic she always appeared magazine presentable. Her nails, hair and makeup were always impeccable and professional. And Katherine took great pride in her appearance. It was, in a small way, an offensive defense. Katherine was self- conscious about her height so it removed one less item on which she could be scrutinized. Katherine reached into her purse and retrieved her compact mirror. A shocked expression landed on her face. She was completely disheveled! The wind had destroyed her hair style and blown it into a roller coaster of curls. Her makeup was smeared from her impromptu nap and her suit looked rumpled and creased. If she weren’t wearing a designer suit, she might resemble a homeless person. There was even a smudge of city soot on her cheek. “Dammit Neville!” Katherine released. “What did I do?” Neville cowered. Katherine apologized for her outburst and eyed the rest of the team at the booth. Luckily, Neville had stationed himself towards the back of the booth. So only Neville had seen her wild appearance. The rest of the team was busy, so Katherine took the opportunity to straighten and smooth herself. She pondered whether she could address the itching sensation in her chest. But she was in a public place and her bra was already packed precariously. She decided not to disturb her work despite the uncomfortable feeling. With only a few minutes until her presentation, Katherine waited and observed the flurry of activity on the convention floor. Then her eyes widened. A small group parted, and Veronica emerged from the sea of suits like an Amazonian goddess. She was dressed even more provocatively than normal. She sported high heels, a short black suede skirt and a low-cut Fuchsia blouse. Every male eye toggled over her as she passed. To add further insult, Veronica was accompanied by Paul Morrison. It stung Katherine to see the former lovers laughing together. Katherine panicked as they approached the booth. Neville, guilty about his earlier remark, sought to dispel it so he commented again. “You look different. Are you okay?” Normally an inquiry of this nature was defeated with a quip. But Neville was rarely so observant. Katherine suddenly felt nervous by his question and turned away. She checked the software. Neville continued. “Something’s changed. Your hair, your makeup...” “Neville.” “You just seem fresher. I guess it worked,” he said. “What?” Katherine froze. “Coming in a little later. You look rested and freshened up.” “Yes,” she sighed. Nervously Katherine took hold of the microphone and ascended the small platform for her presentation. Excelsior Global had a reputation for cutting edge technology. Last year they introduced a graphic processor which vastly improved consumer virtual reality equipment. An eager crowd quickly gathered. It was difficult in the beginning to have so many eyes on her, but Katherine had experience. She had made many similar presentations in the past.