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Melissa looked over at the now naked doll. Suddenly, she had an idea. It would be exciting to see the contrast between her adult self and the little girl who now stood in her place. She grabbed her grown up panties and pantyhose and put them on the doll. The bra quickly followed. Next, she dressed it in her executive pant suit and blouse. The finishing touch were the high heels. Positioning the doll in front of the mirror, Melissa stood next to it. She gasped again. She and the doll had traded places! now she was the dorky little girl with her underpants on display while the doll was the grown up executive! Melissa felt a strange impulse overtake her. As if to acknowledge her new status as a child, she place an index finger under her chin. Her other hand grasped the edge of her dress. She crossed her feet and as she did she, she curtsied, bending her knees. That's right, little girl. Now I'M the adult. You're just a helpless, ineffectual little girl who can't even stop her panties from showing. You're no longer an adult. You have no grown up privileges I'm now the grown up, powerful executive and YOU"RE the child! I think it's bedtime for you, little girl! Melissa was speechless. She was no longer a career woman in a chic power suit. Her self image as calm, professional adult was crushed. The phone rang, interrupting her thoughts. She took three short steps in her baby doll dress, trying in vain to keep her dress down and her underpants hidden. She was only half aware that she was doing this. She picked up the phone. "What!", she practically barked. "Uhhhh, Ms. Duncan, This is Gene Robbins down on the plant floor. Mr. Johnson wants the doll brought down to viewing hall. I've detailed two men to from maintenance to come by your office and pick it up. They've got a pass key from security, but I wanted to make sure they wouldn't disturb you, which is why I'm calling..." Melissa thought fast. She needed time to change back into her adult self. She couldn't have two bumpkins from the plant floor show up to find a company executive in a baby doll dress and mary janes, complete with exposed little girl cotton underpants! Taking a deep breath, she spoke firmly into the phone. "This is not a very good time. I'm right in the middle of a report. Can the pick-up be postponed for say, 30 minutes?". "No problem, Ms. Duncan. The men are doing a small job in the reception area of the 14th floor. They'll be awhile. After they're finished, They're to come pick up the doll..." Melissa almost sighed with relief. There was now time to transform herself back into an adult. "That's fine, Gene". she said. "I'll give them a call from here and tell them when to come by--thank you...". she hung up the phone and pressed the button for an outside line. All she had to do was call down there and make sure nobody came by for about 20 minutes. Melissa frowned as no dial tone could be heard from the phone. With a sudden start, she realized what the problem was. Before she left, her secretary had cut of the phone lines to her office. She could receive calls, but make no outgoing ones. She would have to go out to the outer office and switch them back on. This was no problem, she told herself. After all, the outer office's door was closed and locked. No one would see her. What's the matter, underwear girl. Got yourself into a bit of a pickle? Need a grown-up to take of the little girl? "OH, shut up!", said the panty exposed Melissa, as she flounced in her baby short dress and mary janes towards her office door. She unlocked it and opened it a crack and cautiously looked out. As expected, there was no one in the outer office and the door was closed. Now, for a quick dash to the secretary's desk to switch on the outside line... Melissa darted out of her office to her secretary's desk. She switched on the line and turned around, just in time to hear her own office door close. With a sudden dread, she rushed to it and tried the knob--locked! she was locked out of her office dressed like a little girl! All her doubts and frustrations came rushing over Melissa in an instant. She was trapped as a little girl while the stupid doll inside her office wore her clothes! She stamped her foot in anger and rattled the knob of her locked door. Beating on the door with fist, Melissa completely lost it. She fell to floor on her stomach and began to have a tantrum, kicking her legs and beating the fists on the carpet. Her dress had flipped up showing her cotton pantied ass. She abandoned all traces of her adulthood as she had her cry. How the mighty have fallen, she heard the doll say from the other side of the door. The mighty Melissa reduced to a screaming little girl with her underpants showing, having a tantrum on her office floor! Gradually, Melissa came back to herself. She stopped carrying on and rolled over to a sitting position, her thin white geek legs out in front of her. She wiped her nose with her hand and stood up. Crying would get her nowhere. She had to reclaim her adulthood! She tried to think of what to do. If she could get down to the parking lot on the back stairs, she could get to car. She kept a key hidden in a magnet locker under the wheel well as a precaution of being locked out of her car. With it, she could drive home. On the way down the stairs, she could perhaps find a coat. It wasn't much, but it was all she had. You'll never get away with it, the doll said smugly. It's too late. Your adulthood is history. "Shut up!", yelled Melissa, as she went to the door of the outer office. She peaked out and seeing no one, stepped out into the main office. It was strange being out here dressed like a child, thought Melissa. How many times had she stood here secure in her adult clothes, giving orders to the peon, bimbo secretaries. How would they treat her if they could see her now? "Hold your dress down, child. Polite little girls don't go running around with their underpants showing!" It's nap time, child. We don't want you to get cranky. Where's your teddy bear?". "If you can't stop hold it, missy, we'll put you back into diapers!". Melissa blushed, hearing these taunts in her head. Taking small, hesitant steps, she walked down the row of desks and turned the corner leading to the stairs. *********************** Jebb Stewart was 61, retired from the police force and picking up some extra money as a part time security guard. It was easy work, and he liked staying involved with the working world. He had only been on the job a week, but he was quickly learning who was who in the company. He was a tall, spare man with wavy gray hair who prided himself at staying in shape. If he had any signs of age it was his eyes. He was terribly near sighted, and he had forgotten his glasses down in his locker. He could see well enough to get around, but without his glasses faces were a little blurry up close. He was making a routine security sweep around the executive floor when he heard a commotion. Turning a corner, he was surprised to see a young girl. Squinting, he said, "Well now, young miss...suppose you tell me what you're doing up here...". Melissa thought fast. It was "Mr. Magoo", the new security guard. Perhaps he didn't recognize her! She felt that she would die in shame, being seen dressed like this. She realized she had only one hand to play, so she played it. Swallowing her pride, she put an index finger under her chin, grabbed the edge of her dress with her free hand, crossed her mary janed feet and did an elaborate curtsy. She groaned as she realized how much cotton panty she was showing. "Sir," she said in a small polite voice. "My cousin is Ms. Duncan. She asked me to come up her to get her purse but her door is locked. I guess she forgot. Can you let me in?...". Melissa could only hope the old fool would buy it. She would get back in to her office and somehow get rid of him. If she had to, she would tell him the truth. Liar, liar, underpants on fire, said the doll from inside the office. The guard squinted at her. She DID look a little like Ms. Duncan, now that he thought about it. He wished he had his glasses. He was no fool, however, and something was wrong. "I don't know what's going on here, young lady, but you certainly don't belong up here wandering around by yourself. You should be with the other little girls at the contest. Have you been in Ms. Duncan's office?". Melissa shook her head, determined to continue her ruse. "No sir, I haven't. I..." she was cut off as the guard took her by the arm and led her into the secretary's outer office. "Well, he said. "I have the pass key. Let's just see if you've been up to any mischief..." Melissa was mortified. What now, she thought. The guard took out his keys as Melissa stood there, furiously calculating her next move in her baby doll dress. Before she knew it, the door was open and she was led inside. She was back in her office! her keys, her purse, her clothes were only inches away. In seconds, she could reclaim her adulthood. But how to do it with the security guard here? If she didn't change back soon, things would be worse. She couldn't let anyone see her in this humiliating outfit-- she couldn't even conceal her panties! I'm an executive, her mind screamed. A grown women with important responsibilities. I'm not a little girl. So how was it that she found herself in a baby short little girls party dress, complete with ankle socks, maryjanes, and exposed white cotton underpants? In her mind, she was sure she heard the doll answer her back. You know very well why. You thought you playing some silly game, you thought you were in charge. Well little girl, whose in charge now? I tricked you out of your clothes, your executive status, and your adulthood. Melissa glanced at her mocking tormentor, looking so elegant in HER executive pant suit. We'll just see about that!, she silently said back. Taking a deep breath, she said, "Sir, she said, biting her tang in trying to be polite to this level minion. "I know this may be hard to believe, but I'm Melissa Duncan, Assistant Product Manager. I tried on this outfit as part of some research I was doing for the project. I accidently locked myself out of my office and that's when you found me. I was too embarrassed to say anything. I'm going to ask you to keep the little incident quiet. I'm sure we can work something out..." Melissa smiled seductively, her last words leaving no doubt what she meant. THAT should get his attention, she thought. The guard was taken aback at what the little girl had just told him. That the precocious child who stood before him in the short party dress with underpants showing could make such a claim practically floored him. He noticed again how her white cotton panties peeked out from under the impossibly short hem. He had heard that Melissa Duncan was a beautiful, headstrong young woman who tended to dominate any situation she was in. Here was this skinny legged, mousy haired little girl trying to tell him that she was actually an adult? She had wandered off, probably to go exploring. Now she was making up some outrageous story to get herself out of trouble. KIds! "Well now young miss," he said. "That's quite a story. Are you sure you're not Melissa's cousin, here for the contest? You shouldn't have wandered off, but I don't think you'll be in too much trouble. Let's get you back to where you belong...". He looked down at the shocked child and continued, "And one more thing, if you EVER make such a suggestive comment like you just did, I'll be sure to tell your mother--- AFTER you get a well deserved spanking..." He was serious, too. He didn't need this job and was a firm believer in corporal punishment. YES!, said the doll. Missy needs a spanking. HA!, Ms. grown up executive, he doesn't believe you! Your stuck as a mousey haired little girl! you might as well get used to it! I don't think you'll be wearing pumps and pantyhose anytime soon! "You shut up!," screamed Melissa, putting her hands on her hips and stamping her mary-janed foot in frustration. "I'm NOT a little girl! I'm a grown-up!". The guard looked at the screaming little girl with something approaching shock. Why the little brat, he thought. The nerve of her to speak like that to him! "Missy," he warned her sternly, "I've had just about enough of your impertinence. Little girls should be more respectful of their elders. If you don't behave, I'll give you a spanking, and I don't care who your family is!". Melissa looked at him in shock. Why the nerve! the very idea that she could be SPANKED! Yes spanked, said the doll. Something you could use. He doesn't believe you, Missy. And why should he? I'm the one in the one in the grown up pant suit. I'm the one whose wearing your silken panties. I'm even wearing your pantyhose. I AM you, right down to the high heels and the blond hair. Take a good look in the mirror, little girl. You'll see that a spanking is right in line with your new status as a child. Oh, and by the way, those white cotton panties that you insist on showing with every step are just ADORABLE!! "That's it!", screamed Melissa with rage. "This all ends right NOW! This is MY office. Those are MY clothes. I'M in charge here! We'll see whose the little girl... Sir, please wait outside. Give me 20 minutes to wash and change. Then you'll see the mistake you made...". Melissa finished, glancing at the doll, again and holding silent discourse with it. How do you like that, she said silently. YOU are going back to being what you are--a doll in a little girl's party dress. I'm getting out of these ridiculous and humiliating clothes. I'm re- claiming my adulthood! then we'll see who the gawky, geeky child who can't keep her underwear from showing! The only one here whose underpants are showing is you, little girl. Oh, I suppose I might have pantylines showing through MY grown up pantsuit, but I don't think that's going to be a problem with this blazer I'm wearing. At least, that was always YOUR reasoning, wasn't it?. YOU certainly don't have to worry about pantylines now, do you?. Now that everyone can see that flat, skinny little butt of yours in white cotton panties! Melissa was about to retort, but then thought better of it. This was over, as of right now. Taking small steps and trying to hold her baby short dress down as she walked, she started towards the doll. She was surprised when she felt her arm grabbed as she was spun around, face to face with the seething security guard. Without a word, Melissa was held tight as he used his other arm to grab a near by chair. In seconds, Melissa found her self over the man's knee! "Oh, you bastard, let me GO--I'll have your job for this! You can't spank me!". "I can and I will," said the guard quietly in anger. "I've had enough of this nonsense. Leaving the contest area. Trespassing. Being disrespectful to an adult. Making lewd suggestions. Disobedience. And now swearing. Well young lady, you are going to get what you deserve!". Yeah, said the doll. Give her a spanking! pull down her panties! spank her bare bottom like a naughty child! Let's see how miss high and mighty executive acts once her bouncy bottom is spanked red! He looked down at the struggling girl. Her short dress had flown up even higher, exposing his white pantied target. With a will, he brought up his hand and began spanking what he thought was a naughty child. He would have been flabbergasted had he realized he was spanking the prim Melissa Duncan, rising executive who was the star of the company! Whack! Whack! Whack! "OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!", screamed Melissa, her cotton underpanted ass stinging. She kicked her skinny legs, her mary janed feet moving up and down. "I'll get you for this!," she screamed. Whack! Whack! Whack! Again and again, the guard brought his hand down, spanking the naughty little girl. "And that's one more offense, young lady," he said. "making threats to an adult!". "OH!" screamed Melissa in humiliated frustration. Melissa's getting spanked. Melissa's getting spanked, said the doll in sing song fashion. I see London, I see Francis, I see someone's underpantses! Not such a haughty executive now, are you little girl? Melissa tuned her head towards the taunting doll. It looked so prim and proper in HER business clothes--so stately, so much in command, an adult secure in her status. While SHE was getting spanked and treated like a child! Whack! Whack! Whack! Melissa kicked her legs in agony. "OWWWWWWWWW! It hurts! please stop. I.....I.......OH, please! I promise I'll be a good little girl!". Melissa was shocked at her own words. Dimly, through the pain and humiliation, a corner of her mind wondered at what she had just said. "There no doubt about that, young lady," said the guard, not even pausing in his task. Whack! Whack! Whack! Melissa was now crying uncontrollably. She was getting spanked by a lowly security guard in her own office, dressed as a child, while the mocking doll looked on in smug satisfaction, wearing HER executive pant suit! Suddenly, the spanking stopped. Melissa stopped kicking. She was crying, her tears rolling down her red-splotched face. Her ass was on fire through the thick cotton panties. Before she could say anything, the guard said, "And now for the second part of the spanking, little girl. I believe your behavior merits a bare bottom spanking!". Melissa heard this last with mounting horror. "Don't you dare pull down my panties, you pervert. I'm going to have your job!". Just like I have yours Melissa, said the Doll. "OH!", said Melissa in humiliation. She felt him grab the waistband of her childish cotton underpants and tug them down. She felt the cool air on her now naked behind. The tight panties were now down around her legs, making it difficult to kick. "Don't make it worse, Missy", said the guard. "I doubt very much your mother will mind, once she hears how you've behaved. Looking down at the child's naked red behind, he began again to spank her. Whack! Whack! Whack! "Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww"! screamed the chastised executive. Whack! Whack! Whack! Spank her naked heinee!, said the doll. Whack! Whack! Whack! Again and again, he spanked Melissa's naked ass. Melissa herself could not believe the pain. The world seemed to spin. She felt only the pain, the humiliation. Dimly, she heard the doll's taunts. Melissa's a little girl. Melissa's a little girl. She's getting her naked little behind spanked! Whack! Whack! Whack! Melissa could take no more. Forgetting herself completely, she cried out through her tears, her voice hitching, "I'm.... I'm... I'm, so... so.... sorry, sir, really I am. I'll be a goo.. good little girl--I promise! only please stop spanking me!...". "All right then," said the guard, pausing in his task "I'm sorry it had to be like that. However, you deserved it... and your mother will still have to be told...". He finished speaking and pulled Melissa's panties up. Still sniffling, Melissa got to her feet, her hands trying to sooth her burning ass. She was a humiliated, punished little girl who had been spanked. She had no illusions of her status. How could this have happened to me?, she wondered. She was no longer the powerful executive that she had been an hour ago. Her thoughts were interrupted by the guard. "Go stand in the corner, Missy, and think about what you've done. I've got to call management and get them up here-- they'll know what to do with you..." They will indeed, Melissa. You'll be treated as you deserve-- as a punished and chastised little girl. OH this is rich, taunted the doll. Go stand in the corner, little girl! Melissa didn't respond to the silent taunts but instead went the corner. She caught site of herself in the mirror as she passed. Her brown hair was wet and stringy. Where was her own beautiful blond hair? Her face was red and splotchy from crying, and her clothes....well, she knew how she was dressed. Her little girl party dress was wrinkled, and it seemed to have settled even higher on her waist. Her white cotton underpants showed more than ever. Her ankle socks had fallen slightly during her kicking, accenting the black mary janes even more. She reached the corner and faced the wall. Her ass was on fire, her underwear was showing, and she was a punished and chastised little girl wearing a baby short party dress standing in a corner of her own office! Her grown up clothes and adulthood were only inches away, but they might have been on the moon for all the good it would do her. As the guard made the phone call, Melissa, once a powerful young executive in a power suit, now faced the future as a humiliated little girl. What was she going to do? People were on the way up here right now-- they were going to SEE her like this! Her career and adulthood were OVER. She began to cry.                                                                                        The End

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Chapter 101 - last nine days in March 2026 – first full week in Suzy’s home of four new arrivals and Lisa’s home two new arrivals too…  Thursday 27th March 2026 first part On the morning Thursday 24th The Kohn’s four heard from their father coming to Dundee Tuesday 14th April; with the kids having keys and knew the alarm code if they need anything in the interim, and Suzy or Jeff would be happy to do the honours.. They were intending visiting St Andrews Jewish Congregation with all the kids as old as Barry and above, and Suzy had  indeed did ring ahead making sure the details were unchanged; the Rabbi was asking for the four Kohn family members who remembers well  (saying they would be told at picking them up that afternoon. Other than Jayden’s birthday on Friday BUT now 16 kids and 2 grandkids; Mumtruck 3 for the first twelve kids plus 2 grandkids and the four new ones in Daddy jeffs car. With the plans for midweek school drops offs not by Suzy’s mother Friday morning and more kids in both (and dropping off Lisa’s Thursday to Sunday) the four new arrivals having to go in Jeffs car again for the sake of simplicity once again; this would be more than adequate until the kids settle and/or she has a bigger than 16 seater…. … however before Lisa could get things ready for Suzy’s family arrivals, another Foster call was received!  These wear three older kids probably longer term (repeated Neglect and Abuse BUT this is where Foster worker was essentially only ringing round on behalf of their own Social Worker, who should be able to give more details, 9 year old girl called Evelyn, 8 year old boy Andrew, 7 year old girl Anne, Family name Gerraldon,. She double checked if they could put two girls “yes that’s fine now at any age?. As Steve was here (partially birthday party; partially last weeks arrivals!) to which he had no objections; they were ready in their offices etc and it was mutually agreed 14.00 dropping off ! “Daddy Jeff have we increased our family to 12?” “Yes and indeed we have. A 15-20min break was allowed so she could send ANOTHER inner circle update…

For the first time I would ask if she could help out. I would use an electric razor to get close to the skin, where she would be most useful because she can see it better then trying to do it yourself. Then either use a hair remover product, follow the instruction closely because if you get in near either orifice it burns like nothing you've ever felt before and lasts a long time no matter how much you rinse it. I use a 5 blade Venus razor because women shave more often down there with a soothing gel foam, also a women's brand and carefully do around groin area trying to stretch out the wrinkly parts. Then use some kind of skin cream to soothe the area, I use Vasoline Intensive Care or Baby Magic lotion.   

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