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Danny sat at her computer, chin on her hand, and watched the series of videos with growing boredom. "There is no way people think this is real," she said. "Yeah, it's obviously a bunch of actors" Alex replied. "I'm sure you could sign up if you wanted." Danny snorted. "As if. Seems more up your alley." "Nah I actually have a life. You know, like an adult. It's you who'd be sacrificing nothing." "#(@ off, sissy brat." The website was called "We all Saw It." It claimed to feature overly stuck up or elitest men and women being brought down a few pegs. In reality, it was mainly kink videos. The current video showed a woman on all fours in a dog cage, wearing a latex suit resembling a dog. A mountain of dog food was piled up in front of her as a timer ran out, and a leash that attached to a collar around his neck was pulling her toward it. "HELP! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP!" She screamed. A dark, corrupted voice came into the video. "No one is coming. No one is around for miles. You better start eating if you want out." She cried and sobbed no, but the leash only got tighter. Finally, her head was pulled into it, and she started eating. Each bite made her gag, and she cried more, but she kept eating. "So what's the gimmick here?" Alex asked. "She's been giving mind-altering drugs, with the cure spread through the food. If she doesn't eat it all before the time is up, her mind will collapse, and she'll become a permanent pet, like the other videos." They flipped through a second section of the site, where videos showed former 'failed competitors' dressed up as dogs and cats, being streamed 24/7 in their new lives. "So how do they do the 24/7 thing after? That can't be just actors." Danny shrugged. "I don't know. AI?" She flipped through them. "This work at all? For an idea? I don't remember you writing stuff like this before." Alex rolled his eyes. "I've done some, but not my main thing. More importantly, is it what you want, since you are the one with a free commission who couldn't decide for almost a year what you wanted. Don't you like the diaper stuff more?" Danny bit her lip. "Yeah." "So then maybe go to those for inspiration?" Alex rolled his eyes again. Danny went to a different page, with pictures of men and women in diapers. She clicked on one titled "Last lunch", with a picture of a high chair. The video began roughly as they all did, with the voice saying "I want to play a game." It then opened to a blond woman, seemingly asleep, sitting in a high chair. She was naked except for a diaper and a bib, and her hair was in pigtails. Beside her, a stream of comments was running. "LOL I love the diapered ones. Wonder what she did." "Wakey baby girl!" As she woke up, she looked around, then began to scream. She pushed and pulled at the high chair, but nothing gave way. The videos always began with a list of the contestants "crimes"- normally less "crime" in the legal sense and more "too big for your (now padded) britches" or "cheated on your spouse." Danny skipped this, and came on when the woman had calmed down. Much like the pet video, a pile of food dropped in front of her from a conveyor belt. In this case, it was a large bowl of mush, and several baby bottles filled with milk. "There is no way out of out our binds without breaking your own limbs. The only way out is to play. Are you willing to play?" She sniffed and nodded. "The food and milk in front of you is filled with a heavy laxative. To escape, you must eat it all before our timer runs out. The results in your diaper will be filmed and broadcast for the world to see, and links will be sent directly to those you have mocked and lorded over. "If you fail to finish it in time, you will be injected with a toxin that will render you permanently incontinent, and sent to live full time as the live in adult baby for one of our sponsors. Your life will consist of you crawling around, sucking pacifiers, and filling your diapers again and again for our fans. So what will it be? One quick humiliation, or a lifetime of it?" "No no no..." she sobbed, but the timer started in front of her for an hour. She looked down at the food, and began eating. The comments cheered her on. "Yes yes, fill those pamps you brat!" "She totally deserves it. I hope she messes for us and ends up as a baby anyway." "I wish she'd be MY baby!" "I wish my face was her chair when she does it lol" "Does that do it for you?" Alex asked. Danny blushed. "Well I uhhh umm I mean it's a bit gross obviously but uhh..." Alex sighed. "It's ok. It's far from the worst I've written. And honestly, if it is, I'd rather you just say it rather then keep me waiting." "Well... I don't know." Alex put his head in his hands. "I know. Most of my audience are little subbies like you who can't make decisions. That is why you are subs. It's just a tough business when I need you to actually pick something." "What?" Danny thought about it. "HEY! That's not..." "So you weren't considering a story where you are forced to mess a diaper?" Danny blushed deeper. "Welll..."" Alex shook his head. "Whatever. Just decide and let me know. I have to go, but don't want to be left on the hook for a free commission forever. Bye!" "Bye," Danny replied, and watched him leave. She then turned back to her video. Danny skipped ahead. The diapered and pig tailed woman was still eating, and at the same time, she squirmed and whimpered in her seat. "No no please not on camera no no PLEASE NOOO!!!" she shouted. Her body convulsed, and her bottom lifted. "YES YES YES" the comments responded, almost all at once. The microphones were sensitive, and tied directly to her seat. As she squirmed, the crinkling of her diaper came through loud on the speaker, then... "BRRAPPPT!" the sound was loud and clear, and there was no question what she was doing. She gasped and sobbed again as the back of her diaper inflated and sagged. The chat went wild with celebration, and the likes on the video jumped. The won screen stayed raised above her seat, flexing her legs and leaning over her food to keep from settling in her mess. She cried, and stopped eating. "Do you like that feeling? Do you like your messy diaper? Do you like knowing it was broadcast, with sound, to thousands of our viewers and will be left online forever?" "No," she sobbed and shook her head. "Then you better hurry. You have half your time left. If you don't want this to become your daily ritual, you better be a good baby, sit back down on your high chair and in your dirty diaper and finish your food. Otherwise, your new adoptive "parents" are eagerly waiting, and offering us money to end it now. She sighed, cringed, and sat back into her diaper. She went back to eating. Danny skipped ahead. Her diaper had inflated several times over, and was soaked brown. Her food was barely more then half gone. She skipped to the end. She was crying, and the leftover food was being taken away. Her diaper was overflowing, and it dripped down her leg. So, evidently, she had failed. A mechanical arm with a needle came onto screen and injected her, and she passed out. The chat had labelled her "CEO Potty Pants," supposedly referencing her past life of "crimes," and celebrated her failure. Danny switched to the next section. There was an entire page now titled "CEO Potty Pants." An image of her face crying and sucking a pacifier made up most of the page photo. It appeared she was bent over someone's lap, and her diaper rose behind her, with an arm holding a paddle over it. In her new life, she was getting paddled in a diaper over someone's lap. There were multiple videos. Highlights of her worse punishments and compilations of her messing, along with more narrative ones of her waking up to her new life and slowly being "trained" to accept it. Above it all, there was a larger video with a still running live stream. She was in a giant room, presumably, (and as was normal for these videos) in a mansion. In the livestream, she was sitting in a playpen pushing plastic shapes into a box. She was wearing full footed baby pajamas, was clearly thickly diapered, and sucked a pacifier. As Danny watched, she rose up, messed herself, and settled back down to her toys. No one was around her, and nothing forced her to be there. From the looks of it, if it was real, she had been completely trained into submission. Danny shook her head. She clicked at different points, going back days. If the videos were real, she was now permanently diapered and in baby clothing, being treated as she was dressed by a couple in a gigantic mansion. From the description, her new "parents" were "CEO Potty Pant's" former business competitors. Danny made a face of disgust. She went to comment. "So, we all know this is AI or something right? There is no way this is real." Immediately comments replied saying she didn't know what she was talking about, and she responded to some, saying they were falling for a lie. She flipped through the other videos. "No one is dumb enough to think this actually happened right? It's all actors and CGI.' More arguments. Danny doubled down, and kept commenting. "If you think that, you really must be dumb, or a liar." "No way. This would be totally illegal." "If you really think this is real, prove it." She paused. A note appeared at the top of her page, and she clicked on it. For all her comments, she got one thumb up. To her surprise, it was labelled "We All Saw It"- the maker of the videos. "I wonder what that could mean," she said, and closed the page. ... Her stomach was aching. Did she eat something? Perhaps her chair was tucked too far into her computer desk. With a start Danny realized she wasn't at her computer desk. More then that, her eyes were closed. She opened them, and saw that everything around her was dark. So, she must have been sleeping in bed. Except, she didn't feel like she was in bed. Actually, she didn't remember going to bed at all. She decided to roll over and turn on the light. "What?" She said. Something stopped her wrists from moving. "AND IT SEEMS OUR NEW CANDIDATE IS AWAKE! Hello Danny, we want to play a game." A loud voice said. "Before we begin, a word from our sponsors. Tired of misbehaved subs? Try "Decisionless Leashes and Chains" for full body control. They can't do anything wrong if they can't do anything at all. Now to begin." The lights came on, and Danny began screaming. She knew where she was. She had seen it a thousand times. It was supposed to be fake, a dark joke, a weird fantasy for people like her, filled with actors and actresses, but here it was. It was the same room from all her porn videos. There was no mistaking it. She was in the "We All Saw It" dungeon. Worse, she was the prisoner. "No no no non this can't be happening," She whined. She pulled at her wrists and ankles, but found they were locked in place, holding her bent over something. "Oh but it is Danny. It is. And if you don't play along, we'll be finding you a new permanent home." "NO PLEASE NO OOO!" she shouted. "This is insane I'm not really here! This is a dream!" She shouted, slamming her fists against the wood in front of her. WHACK! Something hit her backside with stunning force, and she screamed in pain. "Did you feel that?" "Yes!" she shouted. "So you know it's not a dream." "Yes but its fake! This was all fake! They were actors and actresses and it was just..." WHACK! "OW!" she sobbed. "Please no you can't do this to me." "Oh? You seemed fine when we did it to all those others" the voice replied. "Yes but they were..." she tried to think of a word. They had all committed crimes, had cheated on their partners, had lied and run businesses into the ground. "People who failed. I had a good job, I had friends, was dating, I don't belong here!" WHACK! Another smack, and another yelp. "And that is the exact arrogance that got you here. Ladies and gentlemen on the internet, please welcome our contestant Danny! This one is CERTAIN she is just FAR smarter than everyone else, so much so that she could see right through our videos! Now she has a chance to prove how smart she is in... OUR NEW CLASSROOM!" More lights came on. "Wha?" She asked. In the pause that followed, she tried for the first time to get stock of her surroundings. She was tied to what looked like a wooden desk. She was bent over, with her hands secured in front of her, and her ankles tied spread on the ground. There was a screen beside her, and she saw herself in it from multiple angles. "Noo..." she moaned. "Not like that..." The theme of the set-up was obvious. She was wearing a skimpy schoolgirl style uniform, the kind that existed more in costume stores then actual schools. There was a short plaid skirt over knee-high socks, black leather shoes, and a white button up with a tie. Her hair was in pigtails and tied with bows. Thanks to cameras behind and above her, she could see that her skirt was pinned up to expose frilled white kitten panties, narrow enough that most of her bright red ass was visible to the camera. Around her neck was a tight, pink collar- one the comment sections always rumored could control the victims, or, alternatively, had speakers to give instructions to the hired performers. They were exactly the sort of thing this site put the actresses- now she knew them to be victims- into, and she shuddered at the thought of countless online perverted strangers gawking at her backside and humiliating outfit. She was bent over a large teacher's desk with a wooden ruler raised up, which she assumed was the object that had been spanking her. From a camera above she could see that the desk was covered with "tests" marked with giant red "Fs." Each one described one of her "failures"- unsuccessful work programs, missed deadlines, and of course, incorrectly guessing that this was all fake. More desks with "Fs" on them lined up behind her In front of her was a chalkboard. Written on it were math problems, numbered one to fifty. She looked them up and down. All of them seemed simple. It began with multiplication with low numbers, 23x12, 207/3. From there they got simpler, with most of the rest being basic addition and subtraction. The last ones written were just 2+2 and 1+1.. Beside it, the comments were already pouring in. "Ohh I can't wait for this one! Such an arrogant brat, she earned it!" "I hope that behind is BRIGHT FUCKING RED by the end." "How dumb do you have to be there? Its literally basic math." "Think she'll end up in diapers like the others She looks like she belongs in them." "I think I know this girl. She is pretty dang dumb. Also, she stinks." So, the "game" was that she was a failed student being punished by a professor. Presumably, everything she did wrong would get her a spank. But then why were the questions so easy? "Yes, exactly like this Danny. As you are so convinced of your own intelligence, you will have a chance to prove it.

Chloe shifted back and forth at her desk as she stared at the clock. Only a few minutes to go. Her black Mary Janes clicked nervously on the floor and tried to think of any spot she could possibly have missed in previous weeks. The bottom of her plaid skirt was still folded and tucked into her waistband as she sat with her bare legs on the hard wooden chair. The slightest glimpses of pink peaked around the edges of her white cotton panties, but that particular spanking had been much more about humiliation than pain. He rarely tried to actually hurt her but was especially adept at breaking her will through the many embarrassing ordeals he put her through. Just six more minutes until we play The Game. The Game was simple. She had thirty minutes to find her car key somewhere in the house. If Chloe found her key, she would be free to leave. If she didn’t…well, that would mean one more week here. With him. When she inevitably lost, Chloe found herself over his lap for a relentless spanking. Though she tried to remain stoic the first few weeks, she now broke down easily once the blows started. Chloe wasn’t sure if it was the pain, the humiliation, or the complete loss of hope as he dangled her freedom in front of her week after week but she was now typically in a full ugly cry before he reached double digits. After her spanking and some corner time while he made them lunch, he would dismiss Chloe to her changing room where she would put on the skimpy maid outfit again. She would spend the rest of the day cleaning up her mess before tidying the rest of the house, cleaning bathrooms, scrubbing floors, and everything else a maid would do. And he would simply watch and smirk. Then came The Ceremony. After the house was clean and they had eaten dinner, Chloe would present herself to him. He allowed her to bathe herself on Sundays and she was to be primped and perfect and ready to meet his approval. Standing before him in the clothes he had taken her in with her hair and makeup styled to perfection, he would humiliate Chloe anew. Every week he would force Chloe to spend a few minutes in what had become her least favorite role: her former self. Chloe presented herself to him in her short shorts and cute top, wiggling her freshly painted toes in flip flops as he sat behind his large desk. Her long sandy blonde hair was styled and fell just past her shoulders and he made sure that Chloe had whatever makeup she desired to doll herself up to perfection. He would then point to the dice on his desk. Chloe knew the drill. She was to pick one and roll it. And, unfortunately, she also knew the numbers by heart now. ONE. She would spend the week as his petgirl, with cute pigtails, a collar, and a tail attached firmly in her tight bottom. Though he only addressed her as Princess, she certainly didn’t feel like one as Chloe was forced to crawl around and could only communicate through whines and adorable little yips. She hated having to follow him around and lay next to him on the various dog beds throughout the house but hated having to do tricks even more. For seven days, Chloe was nothing more than a cute little toy for his amusement. TWO. The classic schoolgirl with pleated skirt and cotton panties, Chloe would spend most of her time in The Classroom. Worse than that, she was actually expected to study and learn. In her school days, Chloe hated math and science but she hated his subjects even more. She would be forced to study and improve the skills he thought suited her new roles best: blowjob training, the history of BDSM, spanking and bondage techniques. Chloe would be forced to direct her own treatment as she came to him with daily reports and presentations designed to increase her suffering for his enjoyment. Of course, Chloe was also spanked like the naughty girl she was for any transgressions…or when he was feeling bored. Or horny. Or both. THREE. Chloe had only done this role twice so far and couldn’t tell if it was her most or least favorite. He took care of her for a change and she didn’t have to do anything except look cute. But that didn’t mean that Chloe enjoyed her time in The Nursery. After weeks of bondage and beatings, she was not prepared for the pastel room that opened up before her. Chloe could not have possibly imagined the giant diapers and adorable outfits she was regrettably forced to fully use and play in. He fed her every meal locked into her high chair or gave her bottles as they snuggled in a rocking chair. He would give her daily baths and change her diapers throughout the day and Chloe spent most of the time napping in her crib or playing with toys as she tried not to die of boredom. She wasn’t sure if this was a break from the other weeks or his most genius display of torture. FOUR. Her wardrobe was only a collar. The weeks as his Slavegirl passed quickly and Chloe could mostly turn off her brain. The rules were simple: She was to do whatever he commanded as soon as he commanded it. But simple rarely means easy. Chloe learned a few new slave positions each time she rolled a four but often found herself on her knees with legs spread in classic Nadu, Humbled on all fours with her ass in the air, or standing in the basic Wait or Inspection positions until she was summoned. Then she would suck his cock and give him sensual full-body massages throughout the day, making sure to take care of his every need. FIVE. He got to choose this one. While having your weekly fate decided by a one-inch cube was bad enough, the weeks where he got to select Chloe’s torment may have been even worse. He would always find himself with a broad smile and stroke his chin while he deliberated out loud. “Hmm…what do I want this week? Shall I have you serving my every need or will I be changing your little diapers? Will you study and present me with new ideas as my naughty little schoolgirl, or should I have you just playing fetch and presenting me with your chew toy? Hmmm….” Hearing him deliberate and describe each role was Chloe’s least favorite part, and she always wished that he would just get on with it. But she didn’t get to make choices like that anymore. SIX. Six was definitely her least favorite, and thankfully Chloe had only rolled it once so far. Though six gave her the power to choose, it did not give her any choices that she wanted. She wasn’t able to leave. She wasn’t able to take a week off. She wasn’t able to force HIM into any of the roles. Chloe still had to pick between the same four options that she despised. Last time she picked schoolgirl as it seemed the least humiliating and stringent, but that was also when she learned that she would have to facilitate her own punishments and humiliations and dreaded having to give him those daily reports and essays. It was best if fate simply decided for her. The bell rang, and Chloe leaped from her chair to begin her search. She quickly got to her hands and knees with her white pantied bottom in the air and looked under her desk and chair and under any other objects she could see from this vantage point. Chloe had gotten pretty comfortable moving around on her hands and knees after months in his care. Finding nothing there, Chloe went through each cubby and storage compartment one by one. She had learned to be methodical at this point and had dozens of opportunities to hone her craft. With one last glance, Chloe decided the Classroom was clear and ran to the Nursery. She had pleased him this week and earned two rooms being excluded from the game, The Kitchen and His Bedroom. She was thankful for that and learned to be good when she could to help narrow the search. Opening the nursery door, Chloe ran to the crib and flipped the mattress, looking under the sheets and behind every slat. She ran to her changing table and opened up every one of the humiliating diapers until there were dozens of fluffy underpants thrown about the room in a variety of patterns and colors. She opened every book and tossed every toy. Nothing. Chloe learned after the first few weeks that there was no point in trying to be clean or tidy. She would get punished either way and then be forced to spend the day tidying up. It was actually better if there was more for her to put away. That meant less time on her hands and knees scrubbing floors. They were never that dirty, anyway. He just enjoyed the view as she debased herself time and time again for his pleasure. She ran to the living room and tossed every couch cushion before clearing off everything on the bookshelf. Chloe heard something shatter, but it wouldn’t matter if she got out of here this time. And she was determined to make this week her last one. Chloe froze as she heard the chime and couldn’t believe she was already down to her last minutes. She screamed in frustration and put her hands on her head and stared at the clock, ticking and taunting her with every miserable click, trying to think of where she could have possibly missed. The last 30 seconds were spent not looking through any hidden places, but frantically running from room to room, trying to decide where else to look. Chloe collapsed to her knees as she heard the bell signaling The Game was over. She heard his footsteps and the disapproving click of his tongue as he walked towards her and put his hand on her head. “Oh Chloe, look what a mess you’ve made. Come on. We can’t let naughty girls get away with making a mess like this. We’ll have to call the maid later.” He smiled down at her as she hung her head, awaiting the rest of her sentence. He reached out his hand and led her to the couch, tossing the cushions back on before guiding her over his lap and rubbing his rough hand in large circles against her cotton panties. SMACK! He rubbed her cute little bottom and tried to decide which role he would most like to see her in this week. SMACK! SMACK! “Chloe, Chloe, Chloe… Did you ever think your life of carelessness and your bitchy attitude would lead you here…with me?” SMACK! SMACK! “If you had just waited until you got home to send those text messages instead of texting and driving, then you wouldn’t have found yourself in your current position.” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Chloe sniffled and thought back to that day. She was texting her friends about meeting at the new bar for drinks when she rear-ended some asshole. As she jumped out of the car to yell at the guy that had wrecked her night out before it even began, Chloe dropped her phone and was too frazzled and frustrated to notice. She sighed as he reached over to grab his insurance information and had never seen the chloroform coming before she was tossed into his backseat and found herself here. With him. She awoke in his office and he described The Game. While she had initially protested, Chloe’s first spanking convinced the defeated blonde that the only way out was to play along. And here, over his lap yet again, was where her compliance had gotten her so far. SMACK! SMACK! But what choice did she have? Chloe would don the maid outfit and clean up her mess like she did every week. Then she would do what she could to make it through another week of diaper changes or eating out of a bowl on the floor between rounds of fetch so that she could play again. Chloe could only hope that next time would be different. Maybe next time she would check behind the clock. ------------------------------------- This is an excerpt from a collection of short stories. You can read more of my stories on Ream or SubscribeStar.

Laura Wilson was against the whole idea of taking a little girl from her home, but her brother-in-law insisted that she either help them pull off this job, or he would get her even more involved in their plots than she already was.

Taken from the book: Tame & Wild (ABDL BedTime Stories), here is a story about the completion of want as a college schoolgirl goes straight to the head of her class. ---------------------------- How to Write a Love Letter - Katie finished writing the tenth sentence on the tiny chalkboard on the wall. She set the chalk back on the ledge and slapped her hands together twice, clapping the residue from her fingertips as she stepped back to look at her work. She smiled warmly, but with a sly upward turn to the corners of her mouth. Everything had worked out exactly as she wanted it to. And she stood in the middle of her professor’s office – exactly where she wanted to be. Her professor was an extremely attractive guy, with a clean-shaven, well-kept look. He was the right mixture of charm and success. The laws of attraction took hold and beginning on the second day of classes, she always sat in the front row, center seat – dressed head to toe as the schoolgirl dream she hoped that passed through his mind at night. In reality, practically every female student wanted him in a way that she only whispered to her pillow at night. Katie was one of many admirers, but at present, she was the only one standing in his office. And before she tucked her tail between her legs from rejection, she would have her turn to woo the sexy writing teacher with her prose. The advanced composition class he taught met three times a week – Monday, Wednesday and Friday from 1:10 – 2:30 pm. And it was her final class each of those days. She was called to his office on this particular Friday afternoon for a simple infraction of repeated tardiness – or so he said. Oh my, how she enjoyed being late. Her tardiness was deliberate, in order to get his attention. She would average being ten minutes late, so her entrance would stop him from teaching and make him watch her as she took graceful steps to her seat. Each day, she would add a new little touch to her schoolgirl look. From that perfect make-up to those braided pigtails to the right color of checkered skirt (yanked just a bit higher each try) to the earrings to the partially unbutton dress shirt, her schoolgirl outfit was primed to take her straight to head of his class. Today’s touches included white stocking and a pink checkered skirt, a last minute purchase that morning. Standing in his office, Katie folded her hands behind her back, perusing the books on the shelves and trying not to think of him too much before he got there. The weekly assignment was always to submit a paper to him after each Friday’s class, demonstrating some of the writing techniques they had discussed in class that week. In this particular week, she had submitted her paper to him after the Wednesday calls, hoping it would produce the meet she wanted. She took the opportunity to use what she learned in writing him a letter – straight from the heart. And she held nothing back. This was her first semester in college and as a new freshman, she was becoming engrossed in the freedoms she had never known before now. Dorm life was eye-opening and so were the weekend parties. But Katie always walked a straight line when it came to class work. She took everything seriously and pursued what she wanted with a passion. That’s why the day she first walked into his class, she fell seriously in love with him. And that’s why she did all that she needed to in order to wind up in his office today. She sat down in the cushioned chair behind his desk, taking a moment to sit crossed-legged before parting her thighs and stretching her legs out to rest her ankles on the edge of the desk. This meeting wasn’t about academics, but rather the completion of an urge she simply couldn’t control anymore and didn’t want to. And if the lust in her heart was anything like what he could feel for her, then all the competition she went through to get here would’ve been well worth the effort. All she needed to do was invest in the wiles which fueled her passion to begin with. She unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shirt, leaving just enough of a glimpse of her cleavage and the lacey edges of her white bra to make him want to see more. Feeling the backside of her legs, she checked to make certain she hadn’t missed any hairs. In her purse, she had every possible thing needed for every possible direction her time with him may have gone. She pealed her pink skirt up, pulling out the waistband of her white cotton panties, to make certain of her smoothness all over. Her tiny fingertips reached inside her panties and crossed over a peach she had taken quite some time. Heaving her chest and arching her lower back, she traced the outer lips of her labia, teasing her waking arousal before concentrating on her hood. She leaned her head back against the cushion chair as she closed her eyes and let out the first many small whimpers of enjoyment. Yeah, it was a lot of work being a girl, but it was worth it all. She was a girl and he was a guy she liked. Her imagination ran wild. And she saw herself as his lover, his soul mate, his wife … even his BabyGirl (but that would be a revelation of the future, not of the moment.) And they way that she saw it, there was only one thing that stood between the present and the life to follow … she simply needed to tell him how she felt. Recognizing that she could be crushed in a single instant with a single breath of air, she knew that the first impression needed to be lasting. And as the office door opened, she leaped up onto his desk, sitting up and stretching her legs out. It was the fantasy she dreamed and the fantasy she had merely to begin making the rest of her life. The power needed was in her hands and in her heart. Every little advancement in life or good fortune Katie had found came from a bit of hard work and determination –made harder, from time to time, by the natural competition she often encountered from other girls. She accepted that life would always make her work harder than others to get those things which many rarely had to lift a finger to acquire. But she had long since gotten over the hurt of that. Instead, she channeled that hurt into determination. That’s why she basked in the victory she had all ready won by being in her professor’s office. And sitting on the top of his desk as he entered the room, she was ready to let her wiles do the talking. She would not feel guilty for having won the competitions of life nor would she feel bad for what she had to do to get where she was now. Her professor shut the door behind him and stopped dead in his tracks, seeing her sprawled out on his desk with crossed legs, a heaving chest and a twinkle in her eye which showed the lust in her thoughts. “We need to talk, Katie,