Sissy Room

The nateen briefs in the USA are all cloth backed. I just tried them in June. so the ones i had they have a super thin sheet of plastic glued to the cloth outer cover. They don't up to what they say, well maybe if your bed bound. i had the tapes rip outer cover off and the fluff coming out when it got to full or heavy. if you change a lot they are good. 

Thanks for the update looking forward to seeing what's behind the door and Andres phone call 

A Switch in Time By Hal. I don't suppose it would be fair to say that I was tricked out of my adulthood is a more accurate way to describe the situation was that I lost it. How did that happen? Well, let me give you a little background information before I get to all that. My name is Cathy Gallagher‚  until recently, I insisted everyone call me "Catherine" because I thought it sounded more sophisticated. The only exceptions I made were for my closest friends. Anyway, I'm 19 and attend a local college; well attended is more like it. I'm a middle child. My older brother Tom is away at college back east. My younger sister Emily is 13 and a total brat‚  the typical baby of the family at least, that's how things used to be. My mother is a corporate lawyer and my father passed away in a car accident soon after Emily was born. The accident really changed the dynamics in the family, as Tom became the man of the house. Being the oldest, he took on a lot of responsibility in caring for Emily and me while my mom was at work. Despite the fact that I was six years older than Emily, I constantly found myself lumped in with her as one of the little kids. Tom functioned (and was treated) as a pseudo adult by my mother. This wasn't a big deal when I was smaller, but became a problem when I reached my teens. As the years passed, things didn't really change all that much. It didn't help matters that I've always been rather petite. Currently, I stand a little under 5' 2" in bare feet and weigh only about 105 pounds. I'm not well developed up top, if you take my meaning. Emily on the other hand is a big girl. At 13, she is taller than I am and looks to be developing a nice chest. She is skinny but athletic, and you just know she's going to develop into one of the tall, blond goddesses that the boys love to drool over. Anyway, you can imagine the battles I fought with Tom and my mother about being treated like a little kid. I was always desperate to separate myself from Emily in their eyes. Things became easier when Tom left for college. However, my mother was still impossible-- setting all sorts of rules for the household‚  rules that should have applied only to Emily and not to myself. However, there was little I could do about it, college girl or no. You know the scenario‚  her house, her rules, all that. One of these rules was curfew. I had come home late by about half an hour a few weeks back and my mother proceeded to have an absolute cow. We had argued, and things had been pretty tense for a while. Before all this recent stuff happened, things were just getting back to something approaching normal. The day I lost my adulthood started out just like any other. I work at a small fashion boutique at the local mall‚  we sell business clothes to high-powered career women. As part of the image, I was expected to dress in an appropriate manner, and receive a significant discount at the store to help with this. I only worked a couple of hours at the store that Saturday. I was helping the manager with inventory all morning and we were finished by noon. Since the store was dead, the manager said I could go home. Never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I began to gather up my things while the manager went to the back room. Alone at the register, I glanced up into the nearby full length mirror. I noted with satisfaction that the exercise regime I had been following had been paying off. My dark blue pantsuit was well tailored, the blazer cut short. My pants were taunt, showing off the slim flare of my hips. I turned slightly, looking back over my shoulder in the mirror at my bottom. I have always been a little sensitive about my ass‚  what woman isn't? I have small hips and my ass has always been a little flat, girlish you might you say. As I grew older and obtained my adult figure, I did develop some curves. However, I have always felt better wearing a shaping panty. You know the kind‚  they look like regular high cut briefs. However, they do wonders for your ass, lifting it to a new position and bestowing the illusion of womanly curves. No, I did not have a perfect figure. Besides my flat ass, I also had a bit of a round stomach. It was where every spare pound seemed to migrate. Diets, sit ups, and hours of aerobics had failed to erase it completely. Oh sure, the small bulge was hardly noticeable‚  except to me that is. It was a small flaw, not very evident when I wore a bikini and completely invisible when I wore a business suit. However, I knew it was there and I hated it. I usually wore pantyhose to keep me completely flat. My chest was another issue. While I'm not flat as a board, neither am I amply endowed. I am small but perky, and usually a modest push up bra suffices to give me a decent chest without too much obvious help. It irked me that I needed figure enhancements. Sure, if you saw me in my underwear you wouldn't be able tell the difference between my undies and regular lingerie‚  after all, it wasn't like I was wearing a GIRDLE or anything. Still, I considered myself a modern woman with strong feminist beliefs. I was supposed to be happy and comfortable with my figure and body‚  or so said Oprah. All this went through my head as I looked in the mirror. I ran a hand through my fashionably cut blond hair, putting it in to place. I looked up as the buzzer at the front of the store sounded. I frowned as I saw it was Kim Richards and Brad Jeffries. I had known Kim for years; in fact, she lived on my street. We had never gotten along. Brad was a different story. He had been a transfer student during our senior year at high school. He now went to the same college as me. He was tall and muscular, with great hair. I had set my sights on him, but Kim had gotten there first. Still, I could tell there was some interest there. I saw evidence of this as Brad looked me up and down in the chic business suit I wore. I smiled even as I saw Kim frown. "Hi Cathy" said Kim in a less than friendly manner. The bitch knew I preferred to be called "Catherine". I ignored the implied slight. It was the best way with Kim. "Hey guys" I said, smiling at Brad. I leaned sexily towards him, and couldn't help but notice how he kept starring at my chest. Kim was starting to get pissed. Before she could say anything, Brad said, "We were just passing by and thought we'd say hello..." I smiled. While Kim fumed, I spent the next few minutes talking to Brad about school. They finally said their good-byes and I left myself a minute or so later. I walked quickly, my high heels clicking on the granite mall floor. I pulled out my cell phone and glanced at my reflection in a store window as I made my way towards the exit. I still liked what I saw. My heels gave me height, and my expensive suit gave me an air of sophistication that I relished. With my hair and make-up done to perfection and cell phone in hand, I had the air of the cool, young professional woman. Eat you heart out, Kim, I thought to myself. I left the mall and walked to my car‚ which was my proudest possession. Driving and having a car was one of the major battles that I had fought with my mother about. In an area where most kids had a permit at 15 and their license at 16, I wasn't able to get mine until I was 17. As you can imagine, my mother resisted the idea because a car would allow me to go where I wanted when I wanted. It would be a clear sign that I was growing up and also be a major point of distinction between Emily and myself. Emily didn't like the idea because a car would give me leverage over her‚ now we wouldn't be dependent on mom to go somewhere. However, I was the one with the license‚ I was literally in the driver's seat! Emily eventually got used to it‚ she didn't have a choice. I should also mention another sore point between Emily and myself: a few years ago, mom had enrolled Emily in a private girl's school called Brinmar Academy. While I had gone to the local elementary and high school, Emily had to attend this strict prison of a school‚ worse, she had to wear a uniform. It's an ugly thing‚ a plaid blue and green jumper worn with a blouse that has a peter pan color. White cotton tights and Mary-Jane shoes just make it worse. Emily looked like a dork in it, and I never missed a chance to tease her about it. Finally, mom had to put a stop to it. However, I still had to smile when I thought about how much Emily hated wearing that uniform. On the drive home, I called Miranda, my best friend. I asked her to meet me at my house, as we were going to try to come up with ideas for costumes for a big Halloween party that was coming up. I pulled up in the driveway and went inside. In the kitchen, my mom and Emily were getting ready to go to one of Emily's stupid volleyball games. "Hi guys!" I said cheerfully, as I breezed into the room. Emily glanced at me with ill-concealed envy, taking in my fashionable clothes and the car keys in my hand.   I smiled inwardly at the PE uniform that Emily was wearing. Brinmar had modeled their gym uniforms on the style that Japanese high school girls wear. It consisted of a white t-shirt with the school logo on the shoulder and powder blue bloomers that can only be described as panties or briefs. White athletic socks and tennis shoes completed the outfit. The bloomers were made to be worn tight, and had a thin elastic waistband. There was no way you could describe them as shorts. Not surprisingly, all the girls at the academy hated them. It was like running around in your underwear. I mean think about it--‚ they were made out of a cotton-poly blend, and were shaped like panties. You might wear something like it under a cheer or tennis outfit but the girls at Brinmar had to wear them without ANY sort of covering skirt. "Hello dear" said my mother. ‚ "How was work?" She was moving about the kitchen, packing sport drinks into a gym bag. "Fine" I said absently, looking at a large box on the table. "What's this?" I asked. "It's a box of old clothes from the basement" said my Mother. "I'm going to give them to Goodwill. You said you wanted to through this stuff to find a costume for the party. Well, do that today or you'll lose your chance‚ when your finished just put the box in the garage". "Yeah" chimed in Emily. "Make sure you have a costume for your stupid kiddie party." I made a face at her. "It's an ADULT Halloween party" I said grandly. "And children aren't invited... cute uniform by the way‚ enjoy running around in just your panties?" Emily bristled at this, and said, "They're NOT panties! They're BLOOMERS!" I made to retort with another teasing remark, but mom intervened. "You girls! Honestly! What I'm going to do with the two of you?" She looked at us in exasperation. And then she glared at me. As I mentioned, things had been a little tense around the house. Mom looked as if she were going to give me a piece of her mind, but thought better of it. Finally she said, "By the way Cathy, I'm expecting FedEx to come by today. There's a document envelope and a box of legal papers‚ it's for the land deal the firm is working on. It has to be signed for. You'll be around this afternoon, right?" "Sure mom" I said. "No problem. Miranda and I are meeting some friends about 7:00 but that's it... in fact, Miranda's coming over in just a little bit..." "That's fine then" said mom. ‚ "Mrs. Lincoln, a paralegal from the firm might stop by late in the afternoon to pick up the document packet‚ she needs to do some work on the papers before Monday. If we're not back by then, make sure you give it her, OK? "Sure mom" I said again. Mom and her legal papers‚ it seemed like a dull way to make a living, that's for sure. "It's important, Cathy" said mom. ‚ "Make sure you're here to sign for everything--- the driver won't leave it otherwise. Don't you and Miranda go off somewhere until he comes by..." "Jeez mom" I said with some irritation. "I SAID I'd be here. And PLEASE call me Catherine!" Did she think I was some little girl who would forget? Fortunately, Miranda arrived and after saying hello and goodbye, mom and Emily left for the game. Miranda is only slightly taller than I am, and also petite. Which is probably why we get along so well together. She looked at me. "OOOOOH, quite the fashionable career gal, aren't we" she said with a grin, commenting on my business clothes. "Well, at least I don't look like something that the cat dragged in" I said, looking askance at the ratty jeans and T-shirt that she was wearing. We both laughed at that. I picked up the box of old clothes and we went to my room to see if anything could be used for costumes. I dumped the clothes out on my bed and Miranda quickly spied one of Tom's old suits from when he was a boy. "Hey" she said. ‚ "Maybe I could wear this and go as a guy!" I had to admit it wasn't a bad idea. I looked through the pile of clothes and spied one of Emily's old school jumpers. "OH my" I said, as I picked up the dress. "Hey, CUTE!" said Miranda. ‚ "You could go as a school girl!" I looked at myself in the three-way mirror in the corner. I saw a pretty young woman in a fashionable business suit holding a little girl's school jumper up to her chest. "Miranda, I CAN'T‚ I'd look like a fool in this" I said. "Nonsense" said Miranda. "Guy's go crazy over the school girl look. Why, I bet Brad Jeffries would just DROOL if he saw you like that!" I told Miranda of my encounter with Brad and Kim at the store that morning. "I still think Brad would go out of his mind with lust if he saw you in a schoolgirl outfit..." "Do you think so?" I asked. Miranda nodded her head. It was true. For some reason a GUY THING perhaps, boys just loved the whole school-girl/slut thing. Perhaps I could spice up the uniform in some way‚ maybe high heels. I was thinking about all this when another thought occurred to me that I put to Miranda "How am I going to wear this thing with dumb old Emily around? I constantly make fun of her in uniform‚ she'll NEVER let me live it down if I were to wear it‚ even as a costume..." Miranda just smiled. "That's not a problem... you just come over to my house before the party and get ready there‚ you change afterwards... Emily will never know..." "Yeah, I said, ‚ "That might work, but..." "Hey" said Miranda, interrupting me, ‚ "If you don't use that jumper maybe I will." That cinched it for me. While Miranda looked through the pile, I kicked off my heels. I stood barefoot in pantyhose on the smooth carpet. I undid the buttons of my blazer. I took it off and draped it on the bed next to the box of clothes. I then unbuttoned my white silk blouse. Next came my tailored pants. I pulled them down and stepped out of them. I now stood in the room wearing only a matching white lace bra and panty set (with the before mentioned ‚ "enhancements") and a pair of nude pantyhose. I ran my hands down my smooth flanks and along the curve of my ass, relishing the feel of the taunt hose. They fit me like a second skin. The hose had a slight pinkish color- ‚ "blushing nude" was what the package had called them. My white silken panties were clearly visible through the sheer material, despite the slightly darker panty portion on the upper part of the hose. It was strange about pantyhose, I thought. They were both outer and under wear at the same time. At a certain point near the upper thigh, pantyhose ceased being an everyday outer wear garment and became a part of a woman's most intimate apparel. I glanced at myself in the mirror, turning this way and that, admiring my figure, my hands traveling over my thighs and ass. "You've come a long way from your grade school days, baby" I said aloud. Miranda looked up at this and just grinned. "Quite the little slut, aren't we" teased Miranda. "Miranda!" I squealed. Ordinarily, I'm a little shy about my slight body. However, Miranda and I had been best friends since grade school and we knew each other's little secrets. Besides, she wasn't much bigger than me. I picked up the school uniform. Miranda looked at me and said, "Hey, you can't wear grown up undies with that jumper" indicating my panties and pantyhose. Almost by reflex my hands again went to my thighs and ass. I felt the silky material stretched tautly over my body. For some reason, I was reluctant to surrender my big girl underwear. I shook my head. I was just being silly. I turned my attention again to the clothes on the bed. I grinned when I caught sight of a matching vest and panty set that had been mine as a little girl. Back then, the set had been a little too large--- which is why it had wound up in the box for all these years. The white panties were made of thick cotton and were full cut‚ they looked a little like boy's briefs. I saw the words ‚ "Thursday" embroidered on the left leg opening and grinned again. The things they make us girls wear! I was glad I had left this nonsense behind long ago and had graduated to silk panties. I rummaged a little more through the box and came up with a pair of Emily's white cotton school tights. I frowned as I held them up. They were of a cotton/wool blend‚ which meant that they would probably itch like hell. I was glad for my taunt, silky pantyhose, let me tell you! Miranda looked at the collection of little girl underwear. "Those should do" she said. "Miranda!" I cried, blushing at the thought of wearing such childish underwear. "Oh for Pete's sake" said Miranda. ‚ "It's just me and you here. How are you going to know if the costume will work or not if you don't try it on?" She paused before going on. "We'll also have to find some proper shoes and a blouse‚ does Emily have anything in her closet? I nodded and told her to go look. She had a point. What was the big deal? If I had known what was going to happen I would have destroyed that dress right there and then. While Miranda was off looking for shoes and the blouse, I went in to my mom's bathroom. It didn't take very long to work the transformation. I took off my make-up and put my hair up in pigtails. I looked younger without make-up, and the new hairstyle wasn't very flattering. I had used a colored moose to slick it down, and now my hair had a distinct brown twinge to it. I had also given myself bangs in the front. I used a make-up pencil to give myself freckles on either side of my nose‚ after all, in for a penny, in for a pound. I figured the more exaggerated the look, the more the whole thing would look just like a costume. With a sigh, I took off all my big girl underwear. I grabbed the thick cotton "days of the week" panties and pulled them up my legs and up over my bottom. They felt strange-- tight and bulky at the same time. They fit like briefs, covering a major portion of my ass and thighs. My hands traveled over the tight, thick cotton. How different these panties felt from my own! Well, what did you expect, I asked myself. These are little girl underpants you're wearing. I grabbed the vest and drew it on over my head. Looking down at myself, it seemed my breasts appeared smaller and my chest flatter. I tucked the vest in to the panties and blushed as I saw how my tummy look in my new underwear‚ round, just like a little girl's! I went back to my room to look in the full length mirror. Miranda was in the hallway bathroom putting on the boy's suit I avoided looking at my own face. I concentrated on my middle. I turned slightly and looked at my ass in my new cotton underpants. "OH!" I cried. The thick cotton was stretched tautly across my bottom, almost compressing my cheeks. These underpants had the effect of further flattening my ass‚ it now looked as if I had no curves! I turned away from the mirror, telling myself that I was seeing things. I went back to the bed and shook out the white tights. I sat down and began drawing them up my legs. I then stood and finished pulling them up over my waist. How hot and itchy they felt! A far cry from my smooth, grown-up pantyhose! The tight cotton hugged my legs, making them appear thin and spindly. I looked down at my self. I could see my cotton panties through the material. I ran my hands over my lower, cotton tighted form. The silky smoothness I had come to expect with my own sleek pantyhose was gone, replaced with a scratchy roughness. And they itched! I pulled at the tight crotch to no avail. Turning back to the bed, I saw that Miranda had found a white cotton blouse with a peter-pan collar and a pair of black Mary Jane shoes. I picked up the blouse and quickly buttoned it on, tucking the tails in to the front of my tights. It was mortifying to do it that way, but I knew I had to get it right if I was going to go through with this. I then tried on the shoes-- they were about my size‚ a little tight but they fit. I now looked in the mirror, avoiding looking at myself full length. I kept my head down and looked from the waist down. I saw the blouse and vest tucked in to my childish cotton underpants, my flat, boring little girl's ass, and my thin white cotton-tighted legs. I started to feel a little sick to my stomach. This was never going to work‚ it looked too real! I went back to the bed and found the school uniform. I drew it on and smoothed it down. My chest disappeared in a sea of blue plaid. Looking down, I saw the jumper was a tight fit‚ and it was WAY to short. I could tell that without even looking in the mirror. Trembling, I couldn't believe the transformation. My blond hair now appeared brown, and instead of the fashionable cut I usually sported it was now in pigtails. I also had bangs. My freckles were very evident and my face appeared plain. Perhaps it was the stress, or maybe it was my imagination, but was that a rash of pimples forming on my forehead? It couldn't be! My school jumper was far to short, allowing my cotton-tighted ass to peak out. I could clearly see my thick cotton panties showing through the thin material. My underpants were showing! My chest appeared flat, as did my ass. My legs were thin, imprisoned in the itchy wool and cotton. I stood pigeon toed, like a little girl, one hand grasping the hem of my tight jumper, which showed a round, little girl tummy. Shocked, I turned away from the mirror. I saw my adult clothes on the bed‚ my business suit, my pants, my grown up underpants and pantyhose. I spied my high-heeled pumps on the floor. It seemed a hopeless task to put them on again. What would be the point? "OH my goodness!" said Miranda from the doorway. She was wearing Tom's old suit. It was slightly big, but it looked cute on her. I blushed, and tried to cover my childish underwear with my hands. I turned around and palms upturned, placed both hands on my cotton tighted ass, which filled the panties almost to bursting. "You look ADORABLE!" said Miranda coming over to me. "I look like a complete DORK" I complained. "Well, you do look a lot younger" said Miranda. "In fact" she went on, "I really think you could be mistaken for an 8th grader in that outfit..." She giggled. My tights were itching, and I began scratching my thigh. Miranda noticed my scratching. She reached over and picked up my empty pantyhose. She held the garment up and stretched the waistband.

Today was pulled pork. The store had a sale I couldnt pass up. 13 lbs of pork loin for $10! I put it into the crock pot and let it cook for about 8 hours. When done, use two forks to pull it apart. The fun part was mixing up the sauce. Tasting it, then mixing again. Repeat, then repeat again.  Start with vinegar, ketchup, mustard, and bbq sauce. Then I threw in some brown sugar, worchestershire sauce, garlic and onion powder, and bunch of other herbs I had lying around. Added whatever more to rebalance it, and the sauce came out pretty good.

Really awesome chapter! Thank you for this update! Excellent work!