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Marissa Stevens shifted her feet in her heels, listening to
the head of her department.
"Marissa," said Dr. John Baxter, "You're a gifted
psychologist. However, I just don't see how you can accomplish
your research goals--there's no way to objectively collect the
data..." Inwardly, Marissa fumed. She was a pretty, petite blond
used to getting her own way, and she didn't like being thwarted.
She stood 5'2" and weighed just 106 pounds. Adjusting her
expensive blazer she said,
"Dr. Baxter, I've been working part time at the day care
center as counselor as part of my project. I've become very
friendly with Mrs. Johnson, the owner. She employs girls from the
local Catholic school as care givers--in fact, her daughter not
only works in the center but goes to the school herself. We've
become friends. I can't see why I can't interview her and use the
experiences as the basis for my paper..." Dr. Baxter pushed back
his glasses and sighed.
"Marissa," he said, "You know as well as I do that the
research has to be first hand. Your original thesis dealt with
the psychology of teenage girls and their reactions to taking
care of children--essentially a gender and role assignment
investigation. Your working at the center has given you access to
valuable data. As a bonus, you've been able to give these girls
guidance and do relevant observational studies. From the early
drafts of your paper, you've done a magnificent job. Now you come
to me and want to add a section about first hand experiences.
This doesn't have anything to do with Jenna Hightower, does
it?..."
Marissa bit her lip. Jenna was her rival for the
Departmental Chair. Dr. Baxter was rumored to be retiring soon
and both she and Jenna were angling for the job. They were each
involved in their own research, hoping that the publication of a
major paper would sway the selection board in their own favor.
While she was confident about her own abilities, Marissa had
heard through the grapevine that Jenna was working on something
big. She had to make sure her work carried an extra punch. Before
she could answer, Dr. Baxter went on.
"In any case, you want to use an interview. You know as well
as I do that wouldn't be ethical. In order to get the data you're
looking for, you would have to become one of the students and
work with them at the center..." He paused and looked up at
Marissa. Smiling, he said,
"I think you're a little old to go running around in a
school girl jumper and mary janes, don't you?" Marissa blushed at
the mental image. She was 24, a newly minted PH.d on her way to
becoming a noted psychologist. She was not tall but she
compensated for it by wearing heels. She wore her long blond hair
up in a professional bun. Her clothes were stylish, and while her
breasts were not large, they were firm and supple. She looked
every inch the smart, attractive, professional woman that she
was.
"I don't think it will come to that, Dr. Baxter" she said
indignantly. Marissa didn't like the smile on his face. What on
earth was he thinking?.
"You want first hand experience," she said angrily, "Then
I'll get it!". Turning on her high heels, Marissa stormed out of
the office. She had formed a plan, but she was going to need
help.
********************
All that following weekend, Marissa made her plans. She went
shopping on Saturday and had no trouble picking up some of the
things she would need. Later that day, She telephoned Mrs.
Johnson, explaining that she was going to need her help on an
important project.
Susan Johnson was 35, and despite their age difference, she
knew that Marissa considered her a friend and colleague. Susan
had a degree in education, with an extensive background in child
welfare. She had been delighted when Marissa had approached her
about working in the center. Marissa already had her doctorate
and possessed an impressive background in counseling. Although
they got along reasonably well, there had been more than a few
discussions about Marissa's attitude. She was rather aloof and
distant, and seemed to care more about her research than people.
Quite a few of the girls whom she employed as care givers did not
like her. They said she was cold and haughty. What ever her
faults, she thought, the young woman certainly had talent.
Marissa had the gift of being able to see all sides of the human
equation and penetrate swiftly to the core of most problems. What
she lacked was any real empathy for the girls she counseled.
Susan listened as Marissa described her plans to gather
firsthand experiences from the Catholic school girls who worked
at the center. She could see all kind of holes in Marissa's
scheme.
"Marissa," she said, "Why don't you meet me over at the
center tomorrow afternoon. You know we're closed on Sunday, so
things will be quite and we can talk. I have some ideas that I
think will help you..."
On the other end, Marissa said with delight,
"Thanks Susan, I knew I could count on you! I'll see you
around 2:00, bye!". As she hung up the phone, Susan Johnson
smiled. So Marissa wanted firsthand experience--well, she was
going to get it--but perhaps not in the way she thought.
**************
As Marissa pulled into the parking the following afternoon,
the first thing she saw Mrs. Johnson's daughter, Cindy. Cindy was
13 years old and at that awkward age where a gawky girl begins
the slow transformation to a young women. She was tall and
spindly, her chest just beginning to fill out. She wore a plaid A
line school jumper along with white tights and black mary jane
shoes. It was the Catholic schools regulation uniform. Marissa
was puzzled for a moment about this and then realized that Cindy
must have just come from church. As Cindy turned to wave to her,
a breeze caught her dress and Marissa caught a glimpse of her
tight, white cotton panties. She smiled at this charming sight.
In turn, Cindy watched Marissa get out of her car. She
looked on in envy at Marissa's stylish power suit. The tailored
blazer and slacks clung to her curves, the dazzlingly white silk
blouse was set off nicely against her blond hair and tan skin.
Her high heels tapped sharply on the concrete, and Cindy could
see that she was wearing pantyhose. In contrast, Cindy felt like
a geek in her school uniform and childish white tights. Someday,
she thought, I'm going to be all grown up, too. I'm going to have
my own car and go where I want. Marissa felt that she and Cindy
were friends, but Cindy resented the comments that were sometimes
made at her expense. Marissa was always saying don't be in such a
hurry to grow up. More than once she had counseled her mother on
this subject. As a result of Marissa's advice, Cindy wasn't even
allowed to wear make-up or even have a more adult hairstyle.
Marissa walked up to Cindy and said brightly,
"Hiya, sport, how was church?-- you look so pretty in that
outfit--cute underwear, too!" Cindy blushed, and smoothed her
uniform dress down. In her executive pant suit, Marissa certainly
didn't have to worry about her underpants accidently showing,
that was for sure. It wasn't fair!. Before she could say
anything, they were joined by Sister Elinor and her mother, who
had just emerged from the front of the building.
"Marissa, high!," said Susan. "You know Sister Elinor,
right?". Marissa did indeed. Sister Elinor was the thin, no
nonsense nun who was the principle at St. Ann's, the local
Catholic school. Marissa had seen her several times when her
girls were being dropped off at the center.
"Hello, Marissa," said Sister Elinor, looking at the
attractive young women in the business power suit-- (the things
these young women wear these days, she thought). "We're looking
forward to Mary's arrival-- I've made all the arrangements and
will be back to pick her up later--by the way, where is she?"
Marissa was puzzled. She had no idea what Sister Elinor was
talking about. However, Susan caught her eye before she could
speak and said,
"Mary will be here at the end of the day, you can count on
that, Sister!". Marissa had caught Susan's look and said nothing.
She decided to let it go and ask Susan what was up later on. The
three adults stood talking about the school when Cindy said,
"Mom, the school play is coming up and..." she was cut off
in mid-sentence by Sister Elinor.
"Child, don't interrupt when adults are talking! I've taught
you better than that!". Marissa smiled at Cindy's scolding. Cindy
caught the look and flashed her a quick look of hate. Susan said,
"Why don't you go play, Cindy, but don't get dirty!". Cindy
was humiliated. She wanted to stay here with the adults, but she
was being sent off to the swings! she was almost 14, not 6!.
However, she knew better than to argue and ran off in the
direction of the playground. As she did so, her dress flew up,
again revealing her white cotton panties.
"And be careful about your dress", Marissa called after her.
"A polite young lady doesn't go running around with her
underpants showing!". Cindy yanked her dress down in
embarrassment, wishing there were some way to get even with
Marissa.
For the next several minutes, the women talked about the
center and the school. Sister Elinor then excused herself saying
that she would be back to pick up Mary later. Once again, Marissa
was puzzled, but she figured it had something to do with one of
Susan's clients. She got her small suitcase from her car and went
into the center. Cindy came up from the playground and joined
them.
"Cindy," smiled Susan, "There's going to be a new girl from
the school working here at the center for the next couple of
days..." Cindy looked over at her mother and wondered why Marissa
was blushing.
"Oh yeah," she said, "who?". Susan nodded in Marissa's
direction.
"Dr. Stevens wants to gather some firsthand data on you
girls. To do that, she has to work along side you. It also means
she has to fit in with you as much as possible. She can't just
stand off to the side and take notes..." Cindy was having trouble
grasping what her mother was trying to say.
"Fit in with us," she repeated. Suddenly, the reason for
Marissa's embarrassment became clear.
"You mean she's going to be a schoolgirl again...like, wear
a uniform and all?"
"That's right, Cindy," said her mother, "and we're going to
need your help..." Cindy could not believe her ears. A once in a
lifetime opportunity had just been dumped in her lap. Let's see
how Ms. bigshot likes being treated like a little kid, she told
herself. It's payback time. Grinning like the cat who ate the
canary, she said,
"Sure mom, anything..." Marissa looked over at her, not sure
why Cindy was smiling.
"Susan," she said, "I picked up a uniform yesterday. It's
more or less what the girl's wear. I even bought the tights and
shoes that go along with it..." As she said this, Marissa pulled
the garments from the suitcase. Susan scrutinized them carefully.
The dress was a plaid school jumper, but in a rather large size.
It would probably come down to Marissa's knees, she thought. A
proper uniform would have to be shorter. She also found fault
with the tights. They weren't the regulation 100% heavy cotton
ones that the school dress code required. They were a
lightweight, poly blend style more suited to an adult rather than
a young girl. The shoes, however, were authentic black patent
mary janes. Her thoughts were interrupted when Marissa said,
"As I told you on the phone yesterday, I'll change into it
when the girl's arrive, work with them for a few hours, and then
write up my notes. I'll be more of an observer than a
participant...". Susan listened to this and appeared doubtful.
Before she could speak, Cindy said,
"Mom, don't you think Dr. Steven's should try on the uniform
now?". Susan nodded her head and said,
"I think that's an excellent idea. That way, if there's a
problem, we can take care of it before tonight, uhhhhh
tomorrow...". Cindy could barely contain her excitement. The
sooner Marissa was out of her power suit and heels, the better.
She was going to enjoy seeing the ultra professional, haughty
young woman running around in a school jumper! Before the
surprised Marissa could say anything, Susan said,
"Come on Marissa, let's you get out of those clothes..."
Marissa looked at her in confusion. This wasn't exactly what she
had in mind. She had planned to leave the uniform in her office
overnight and change into it the next afternoon when the girls
from the school arrived.
"I don't think that's really necessary," she said. "I'll
just..." she was cut off by the ringing of her cell phone. Taking
the phone out of her blazer pocket, She smiled apologetically at
Susan and took the call. Turning away as she did so, she missed
the disapproving frown on Susan's face. It was her answering
service with a few routine messages. She was just completing the
call when Susan came around to her and took the phone from her
hand!
"Susan, she cried, "what's the big idea?!". Susan, her eyes
flashing impatience, said,
"I'm trying to help you out with your research and you can't
even give me five un-interrupted minutes of your time...if you're
not serious, maybe we should just call this whole thing off..."
Susan was taken aback. She knew that Susan was a little touchy
about such matters. She would have to more careful about
offending her.
"I'm sorry Susan, I wasn't thinking," she said. "of course I
both need and want your help. I promise, no more distractions.
Now, what were you saying?". The older woman looked over at her
and said,
"I was saying that you should try the uniform on so we can
take care of any problems...however, you don't seem to have the
time to do even that...". Marissa said hastily,
"Of course I do!--I'll just be a minute!" She gathered up
the uniform. She didn't really want to try this stupid thing on
right now, but if it made Susan happy, than why not? It would
only be for a few minutes.
"Good!," said Susan. "You go and change...I'll hold onto
your cell phone and purse..." Marissa started down the hall to
her office.
"And when you come out, be sure to bring your pant suit and
heels with you!". Marissa was puzzled by this last. Why would
Susan want her to bring her suit? She probably just wants to make
sure it gets hung up to avoid wrinkles. Good old Susan, she
thought, always so detail-orientated.
***********************
Alone in her office, Marissa stepped out of her high heels.
Barefoot in stockings, she went to her small suitcase and pulled
out the A line school dress. I can't believe I'm going to have to
wear this thing, she thought. Well, it was for her paper. She
slipped off her suit jacket and unbuttoned her snug trousers.
Stepping out of her pants, Marissa stood there in her white
blouse, the overhead lights bouncing off her sleekly pantyhosed
legs. She ran her hands over her smooth nyloned thighs, relishing
the feel. She could never understand it when other woman
complained about having to wear pantyhose. She loved the feeling,
as well as the look, that wearing them bestowed on her. With a
sigh, she reluctantly pulled them off and undid her blouse.
Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she saw a pretty young
woman in expensive lingerie. Her lace push up bra defined her
small breasts, and her silken panties hugged her shapely bottom.
School clothes or not, she told herself, at least I'm keeping my
grown up undies on! She was startled by a sharp knock on the
office door and heard Susan call out,
"Marissa, honey...how's it going...do you need any help?".
Marissa covered her chest with one hand and her crotch with the
other.
"I'm ok Susan," she called out. "I'll be right out..." Now
why would I need help getting dressed, thought Marissa. It's not
as if I'm REALLY a little girl. Turning her attention back to the
task at hand, she shook out the white poly/cotton blend tights
and looked at them with distaste. She hadn't worn anything like
them in years. At least they weren't the authentic 100% cotton
ones, she told herself. She tugged the garment up her legs and up
over her bottom. She slipped on the dress and smoothed it in
place. Putting her hair up in a pony tail, she stepped into the
black mary janes and stood back to admire her handiwork.
She couldn't believe what she saw. Wow, she thought, I look
like a schoolgirl! The A line dress came to a modest length just
above her knees. Her white cotton blend tights itched, and she
looked wistfully at her silken pantyhose lying in a tangled heap
on her office couch. They looked as empty as her abandoned
business suit. She disliked going without her nylons-- next to
her pumps, she considered them one of the clearest signs of her
adulthood. Taking a few tentative steps in her mary janes,
Marissa was reminded of the extra height she had lost when she
had given up her heels. Things in her familiar office somehow
seemed larger. A subtle transition had seemed to have taken
place. Well, she thought, she had exchanged her executive pant
suit for a school uniform, her pantyhose for cotton tights, and
her high heels for mary janes. It was odd how strange she felt.
Well, she decided, there was nothing to do about it. She had
willingly traded in her adulthood for the life of a schoolgirl.
She was just going to have to get used to it.
Now that was a weird thought, she told herself. She was
getting too caught up in all this, that was it. She would spend a
day or so gathering data and then write her paper. The story of
how she got it would make a great tale to tell her friends over
drinks--after she became head of the department!
Still, it was awkward, standing in her own office dressed
like a child. How many times had she counseled young girls in
this very room? She had always been professional, even aloof. She
caught herself thinking that she shouldn't be in here alone--what
if someone came in? With a start, Marissa pushed these strange
thoughts down. This is MY office--I'm still an adult, no matter
how I'm dressed.
She found a hanger and hung up her pant suit and silk
blouse. She draped her expensive pantyhose over the neck of the
hanger and picked up her pumps. Taking a deep breath, She left
her office and went to find Susan and Cindy. Walking down the
hall, Marissa felt like a fool. She was taking small hesitant
steps like a frightened child rather than a self confident adult.
Well, she thought, she had never walked these halls dressed like
a little girl. She came into the empty common room and saw Cindy
and Susan waiting for her.. Twirling around, Marissa said,
"Well, what do you think--- do I pass muster?". Both mother
and daughter burst out laughing. Cindy thought Marissa looked
several years younger, but she looked like she was wearing a
costume. It was nice to see Ms. smug psychologist out of her
stylish business suit, but she still looked like a grown up
woman. Mrs. Johnson was thinking along similar lines. Going over
to Marissa, she lifted up the A line dress and saw that she still
had on her grown up panties.
"Marissa," she said, "You're going to have to do better than
this-- just putting on a school uniform doesn't make you a kid
again you know. I think you need a make over-- I can help with
your plan, but you'll have to trust me and go along with what I
say..." Marissa looked at her and wondered what she meant. Beyond
wearing this ridiculous dress, what more could she do? Well, in
for a penny, in for a pound. She HAD to get the needed data, or
Jenna would get the top job in the department!
"Well, ok Susan," she said, "But what do you mean?". Mrs.
Johnson clapped her hands in delight.
"Good!- that's settled," she said. "From now on, I think
you'd better call me Mrs. Johnson. After all, a school girl
doesn't address adults by their first name!". Marissa turned beat
red with humiliation. Susan was older than her but they were both
adults. They had worked closely with one another as colleagues.
Still, she had better get into character or the plan, whatever it
was, would not work.
"I'm sorry Mrs. Johnson," said Marissa in a small voice.
Cindy giggled. Marissa was certainly getting a crash course on
how to be a polite little girl!
"Here's what I propose," said Mrs. Johnson. "We'll say that
you've gone away for a few days and that your little 12 year old
sister is going to be staying here for awhile. In fact, your
"sister" is thinking about enrolling in the Catholic school and
working here. You'll be her, of course. That way, you'll get
firsthand experience that you can use for your paper". Marissa
heard this and gasped,
"But I'm not 12 years old! no one's going to believe I'm my
younger sister!".
"Well, not looking like that they're not. Come along
child!". Marissa automatically turned towards Cindy, thinking
that's who Susan was talking to. Cindy was smirking. Turning red
with embarrassment, Marissa followed Susan down the hall to the
bathroom. Cindy followed, hardly able to contain her excitement.
*****************************
In the large bathroom, Marissa was sitting on a wheeled office
chair that had been brought in by Cindy.
"But WHY do I have to change my hair style?" Marissa
complained. She had been told to take out her contact lenses and
was now squinting. She had always been proud of her golden locks,
and had kept them well groomed. She was therefore alarmed when
Susan had asked her to sit in the chair in front of the sink, her
back to the mirror. She knew that Susan could cut hair-- after
all, it was how she had put herself through school. Still,
looking at the scissors, she said,
"Susan, I don't think this is really what I had in mind.
I..." she never finished her sentence. Susan looked down at her
and said,
"You agreed to a complete make over. Everybody knows you
have long hair. I'll give you a nice shoulder cut. You wear your
hair up most of the time, anyway. In a month or so, it'll be
right back to it's present length. What's the problem?" Marissa
had to agree but was still uneasy. Before she could answer, Susan
had begun the process. Before she knew what was happening,
Marissa saw clumps of her beautiful hair falling onto the
bathroom floor. She was eager to see the final result, but Susan
indicated that she lean back with her head in the sink.
"I want to rinse you out, to better see the new style,"
Susan explained. "I've got a new shampoo I want you to try".
Marissa had no choice but to comply. Let's just get this over
with, she thought to herself. If I really hate the results, I'll
just make an appointment with my own stylist next week. She felt
a slight tingling sensation on her scalp, and then Susan was
doing a final rinse. A shower cap was placed on her head.
"Let it set and dry," explained Susan. Marissa didn't have
time to argue as she was led to the shower. Susan took a damp
cloth and began to wash her face.
"Hey!" cried Marissa.
"I'm using a special cream here," explained Susan. "It's a
tan remover..." seeing Marissa's incredulous expression, she
said,
"To make you look like your younger sister, we'll get rid of
the tan and make your look fair..."
"But that's impossible!", said Marissa.
"It's really not," said Susan. "The Japanese developed it
several years ago--having a tan in their culture is not very
fashionable. All it does is remove the mellan from the upper
layers of your skin. It won't harm you and its perfectly safe.
Besides, you tan pretty easily-- a couple of days in the sun and
you can get it right back...". Marissa didn't like what was
happening. First she had to change out of her fashionable power
suit, then she had received a hair cut, now her golden tan was
being taking away! she had almost decided that this make-over was
just not worth it when Susan said,
"Into the shower!...use the body wash cream...keep it away
from your eyes...here, let Cindy and I help you with that
dress..." Susan then unzipped the dress and Marissa found herself
standing there in bra, panties and tights.
"Look mom," said Cindy, "she's wearing a padded bra!"
Marissa blushed. Her breasts might be a little small, but she
didn't have to take ridicule from a 13 year old!
"Susan", she said sternly, "Why doesn't Cindy go do her
homework or something...".
"Oh, I think we're going to need her help," was the reply.
The tights were pulled down and her bra and panties removed.
Naked, Marissa blushed.
"Wow," said Cindy, "You don't look so grown up now...I'm
bigger than you!" Marissa blushed angrily and was about to retort
when Susan said,
"Really Marissa, it was wrong of you to wear this kind of
bra-- you just don't need it--- and these silken panties? we'll
have to find you something more appropriate..." Cindy laughed and
Marissa felt herself close to tears. She caught herself and with
a will, stifled her conflicting emotions. I'll get back at Cindy,
later, she told herself, sticking her tongue out at the girl. She
was rewarded by a sharp slap to her little bottom.
"Get in that shower now, child!" said Susan.
Marissa did as she was told. She quickly soaped up using the
special cream and was soon rinsing off. Susan handed her a towel
and removed her shower cap. Her hair was fused with for several
minutes by the older woman and then she was led out of the
bathroom and down the hall to the kindergarten classroom. Without
her contacts, it was hard to see.
"Here you go," said Susan, handing her a pair of glasses.
Marissa squinted again and saw that they were her emergency pair
from her desk. She NEVER wore these ugly glasses! They were a
holdover from her own school days. However, it was better than
going around bumping into walls so she took them. They were
thick, black horned rimmed glasses, the kind that young school
girl's wore. She glanced into the large mirror on the wall.
"My God," she gasped as she put them on, "What have you done
to me?" her long blond hair was now a mousy brown, and cut
shoulder length. It was pulled away from her face and tied in two
pigtails. A row of bangs hung down on her forehead. The shine was
missing, and it looked dull and lifeless. But that wasn't the
worst part-- her beautiful tan that she had worked so hard on was
gone! she hadn't really believed Susan when she told her that the
skin product could remove her dark tan, but it had! her skin was
now stark white, almost pink!. She gasped again as she noticed
her proud, womanly bush was gone--she was as bare as a newborn.
It was then she noticed the final indignity--freckles had
appeared on either side of her nose!
"Oh damn," she said softly, her eyes welling up with tears.
"There, there "Mary," said Susan, calling her by her new
name and patting her little bottom. "Don't be upset. The freckles
are a by product of the tan removing lotion. They'll fade in
time. And you can always change your hair style..." Marissa got
hold of herself. Susan was right. She may look like a child, but
she was an adult! she would see this thing through and show
everybody!
Marissa then got another shock as she saw the clothes that
were waiting for her. She was expecting her grown up lingerie
along with the modified A line dress that she had brought with
her. Instead, Cindy held up a white cotton training vest.
"But I'm a grown up," Marissa protested. "I need a bra--I
can't wear that silly T shirt!".
"Mary", said Susan, "you do have pretty little breasts, but
you don't need a bra...that push up you were wearing was really a
joke..." Cindy giggled and then chimed in,
"Yeah Mom, I had no idea how small she was. I'm about half
her age and twice her size!" Marissa blushed with embarrassment.
She had always been a little self conscience about her small
size, but her padded push up bra had taken care of any doubts.
Besides, the "waif look" was in, and she fitted that image to a
tee. The vest was drawn over the protesting girl's white
shoulders, and Marissa was horrified to see how much it flattened
her chest out. Before she could utter another word, she was told
to step into the panties. Looking at them, Marissa saw that
calling them "panties" was perhaps too generous a description.
They appeared to be training underpants, the kind worn by
toddler's when potty training. In fact, they were barely a step
above diapers! They were thick and white, adorned with a pink
trim. To Marissa's surprise, they fitted her rather loosely.
Glancing in the mirror she was dismayed to see that her curves
had disappeared into a sea of white cotton.
"This underwear doesn't fit right!", she complained. Susan
smiled and said,
"Mary, it was those silly, grown up undies that you were
wearing that didn't fit right...in fact, you had it backwards.
The bra emphasized a chest that wasn't really there and the
panties...well, someone with your figure is better off in cotton
underpants. I won't even mention the pantyhose!". Marissa seized
on this last comment.
"My nylons!," she cried. "At least give me back my nylons!".
Hearing this, Cindy laughed out loud.
"Oh Mary, schoolgirls don't wear pantyhose..."
"She's right, Mary," said Susan. "and schoolgirl or no,
neither should you. You just don't have the curves for them".
Hearing this, Marissa grew angry.
"I'm 24 years old! I've been wearing a bra and hose since I
was a teenager...besides, I have curves!..." Susan glanced at
Cindy and smiled.
"Your physical age has nothing to do with it. It's what's
appropriate for your body size that counts..." saying this, she
tucked the waistband of Marissa's tight fitting vest into her
loose panties. Marissa flushed and looked into the mirror. Seeing
herself in this underwear with mousy brown hair, not to mention
the thick glasses and freckles, she could almost agree with what
Susan was saying! Cindy came up to her and stood by her side. She
was taller than Marissa, and seemed more developed. Marissa was
shocked to see that far from looking like she was 13, the
makeover had made it look like she was 8! or was it that an 8
year old was really under all the fancy business suits and
expensive lingerie, just trying to get out? Marissa shook her
head to clear her mind of these strange thoughts. She had to stay
focused on the ultimate goal--her research. After all, it was why
she was putting herself through all this.
With a heavy sigh, she stepped into the thick, white cotton
tights that Susan had offered her. She noticed that these weren't
the tights that she was wearing before. These were the genuine
article--100% cotton, not the poly-nylon/cotton mix tights that
she had bought at the store. Only yesterday, Marissa never would
have believed how much she could miss her pantyhose. Like her bra
and grown up panties, she completely took them for granted--and
the adulthood that wearing such garments bestowed on her.
As Susan adjusted the tights about her hips, Cindy brought
over the plaid, A line school jumper with the white collar. It
looked different from the uniform dress that she had tried on
earlier.
"Let's get you into your dress, honey," said Susan. Before
she knew what was happening, Susan had the uniform on her and was
zipping it. Marissa was dismayed at how short it was. Looking in
the mirror, she saw how the hem barely came down to her crotch.
This allowed the front of her panties, clearly visible under the
tights, to peak out. Marissa turned and her worst fears were
confirmed-- fully half of her pantied, cotton-tighted ass was
only display.
"This dress is too short!" she wailed, trying to tug the hem
down further on her hips. Her complaints were cut short as Cindy
put the black mary janes on her feet. For Marissa, the
transformation was complete. Looking at herself in the mirror,
she whispered,
"Where did I go?". She felt out of phase with reality. The
mental self image that she carried of herself didn't match the
reflection. Instead of an attractive young woman with pretty
blond hair, she saw a rather plain and geeky looking girl in a to
short school uniform. Her dull, lifeless brown hair was pulled
back, exposing a youthful looking freckled face framed by thick
glasses. Her legs looked spindly in the cotton tights, and her
white cotton training underpants peeped out even when standing
perfectly still. I traded in my executive pant suit for this?,
she asked herself. Not to mention my pumps and pantyhose. She
suddenly noticed that Cindy was no longer in the room.
"I have to go make a phone call", said Susan. "can you sit
here and not get into any trouble?" Marissa was taken aback--she
had reached for her cell phone out of habit and then remembered
that it had been taken by Susan. She blushed and said,
"I'll be ok..." Susan looked hard at her. Marissa again
flushed to her new found dark roots. Holding her jumper down with
one hand, her mary-janed feet turned inward towards each other,
she meekly said,
"I'll be okay---Mrs. Johnson".
"That's better," said Susan, turning and leaving. For the
next several minutes Marissa wandered around the room. She had
been in this classroom many times before, but never looking like
she could join the class! Her cotton tights itched terribly, and
she scratched at her thigh.
"Child!" she heard, "Stop touching yourself or you're going
to get a spanking!" Susan had appeared and Marissa turned beat
red in embarrassment, having been caught in such a private
moment. She was taken by the hand and led to her office.
As she was being marched down the hall, Marissa was very
much aware that her underpants were showing. She tried to take
small steps, one hand holding down her short jumper. Cindy
followed from behind, reflecting that now Marissa really DID have
to worry about her underwear showing. She was curious-- ever
since seeing Marissa naked, she wondered if her mother would let
her try on the business suit-- after all, she had more up top
than did Marissa! As the reached the office, Susan went inside
followed by Marissa and Cindy.
*****************************
Marissa felt a stab of anger--Susan was now standing
behind HER desk--- her territory was being invaded!. On the desk
she saw her pant suit, blouse, grown up undies, heels, and purse.
What was going on? She was about to comment when Susan grabbed
the purse and dumped out the contents.
"My, My," said Susan, "look at what we have here..." Marissa
turned beat red as Susan held up her birth control pills.
"Here's something you won't be needing any longer," she
said, throwing the pills in the trash.
"Hey, shouted Marissa, "those are mine!" Susan looked at the
child and sternly said,
"Little girls are not sexually active". Before Marissa could
retort, Susan had confiscated her car keys and license.
"But I'm going to need those!" she cried. Looking as she
did, she was afraid that NO ONE would believe that she was really
24!. Susan merely smiled and said,
"Mary, 12 year olds don't drive. Don't you worry, I'll see
you get to where you need to go!". Marissa was pondering these
words when Susan took her house keys, credit cards, and all her
identification.
"You won't be needing these so I'll just keep them safe".
Marissa stood there in her own office dressed in school girl
clothes and watched the trappings of her adulthood melt away. She
glanced in the mirror and once again found it hard to reconcile
her mental image of herself with that of the reflection. I'm a 24
years old, a psychologist, she told herself. I'm smart and
attractive, my long blond hair and tanned, flawless skin are the
envy of everybody back at the university. I dress with taste and
style, wearing only the latest fashions. So why am I standing
here in a Catholic school girl uniform with my underpants
showing? She was reminded again that her long blond hair was
gone, and in its place was a mousy brown mess in pigtails. She
was now only a freckle faced, gawky, little girl with pale skin
and thick glasses. Of the professional young women who had stood
proudly in her business power suit only an hour ago, there
remained not a trace. She didn't even recognize herself.
Marissa blushed as Susan held up her now empty pantyhose.
"It's a good thing we got you out of these," she said. "you
might have ruined them..." Marissa was suddenly reminded of the
scoldings she had received as a child when she had played dress
up with her mother's things. As if listening to her thoughts,
Susan said,
"Really, Mary...you mustn't try to wear your "big sisters"
grown up clothes any more..." She then collected the remaining
garments to include her high heeled pumps. Marissa could only
watch in stunned silence. All her possessions, all ties to her
grown up world had now been taken from her-- and she had allowed
it to happen! Cindy looked over at her and grinned, relishing
seeing the professional women, once so haughty, stripped of all
adult status and reduced to a helpless school in tights with
underpants showing.
After collecting all her possessions and placing them in the
suitcase, Susan motioned that Marissa should follow her. They
went back out into the common room. Cindy took the suitcase from
her mother and whispered something in her ear. Susan smiled and
merely said,
"Of course..."
**********************
Cindy disappeared upstairs with the suitcase. Marissa was
bothered that her possessions were no longer under her control.
She flounced down in a chair in the common room, heedless of the
display she was putting on. She fought with her jumper, trying to
pull it down more on her thighs, then gave up in frustration.
Susan announced that she was going into her office and would be
right back. Marissa sulked and said nothing, trying to come to
terms with her new reality. She was lost in her own thoughts for
several minutes when she heard the sound of tapping high heels on
the floor. Getting to her feet, she turned in her short dress and
gasped. There was Cindy, wearing HER power suit!
"Well, Mary, what do you think," she asked, turning this way
and that. Cindy had changed her hairstyle and was wearing light
make-up. In Marissa's grown up pant suit, she looked like a young
woman of 18! She was taller than Marissa in stocking feet, and
the heels only added height. Looking down, Marissa could also see
that Cindy was wearing her pantyhose!
"You little bitch!", she screamed. "you take off my clothes
before you ruin them... Susan!", she yelled out. Susan came out
from her office, wondering what the ruckus was.
"Susan," said Marissa, "look what Cindy has done...she's
playing dress up with my expensive business clothes!" as she said
this, she stamped her feet in her maryjanes, showing a generous
amount of her training panties. Cindy looked on at the frustrated
little girl with the freckles--- she sure was having a tantrum!
it pleased her to no end to see the once mighty Marissa reduced
to a mousey haired child with no adult rights. Susan went over to
Marissa and gave her white, cottoned pantied ass a good swat.
"OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" yelled Marissa.
"What did I tell you about calling adults by their first
name, young lady?", said Susan. "and as for Cindy and those grown
up clothes, I gave her permission. After all, you're wearing her
things. I couldn't see the harm, not after all we've done to help
you!...besides, you shouldn't have been wearing them in the first
place"
"Yeah Mary," chimed in Cindy, "I think you're mixed up on
just who was playing dress up!". Marissa was taken aback. Her
mind keep coming back to the phrase Susan had used-- "those grown
up clothes" not "your grown up clothes" ---weren't they still
hers? she was still an adult, right? She couldn't believe that
Susan was treating her this way. Her original plan had just been
to work with the girls in the day care center for a few days. She
had even been prepared to wear a modified version of their school
uniform. But before she knew what was happening, she had somehow
been transformed into a gawky little girl. She had to think this
through!
"Cindy," said Susan, "why don't you take Mary outside and
let her cool off". Marissa was horrified to go outside dressed as
she was, but could see that arguing was going to get her nowhere.
She allowed herself be led outside by the now smartly dressed
Cindy. Marissa felt slightly dizzy by the sudden role reversal.
She heard her own high heels tapping on the concrete--on Cindy's
feet!. Cindy steered her towards the playground. Half way there,
they came upon a group of older teenage boys, who were obviously
looking after their younger siblings at the playground. As an
attractive young women, Marissa could always count on the
attention of men. With boys, it was no different. The would fawn
all over her, eager to please. She was mortified then when they
completely ignored her and focused their attention on Cindy! They
crowded around her, paying compliments on how attractive she was
in her stylish outfit--but it's really MY outfit, Marissa
screamed in her mind. Her thoughts were interrupted when one of
the boys said to Cindy,
"Hey, whose this, your little sister?...why don't you send
her off to play on the swings so we can all talk..."
"Yeah," said another, "we don't need this skinny little girl
hanging around..."
"That school uniform is something else, right guys," said a
third. "cute panties, though..." Through her humiliation, Marissa
felt a surge of anger. It was all very clear now. The boys didn't
see her as a beautiful young women with gorgeous blond hair
because that version of herself no longer existed. In her place
was a little geek of girl, a child in tights with ugly brown
hair. She was being dismissed and made fun of, and she wasn't
going to stand for it--not while Cindy stood there in her own
heels and business suit, basking in all the attention!
"I'm NOT a skinny kid, young man!", Marissa shouted,
whirling toward him and oblivious of the show she was putting on
by exposing more of her underpants. "I'm an adult, and I won't be
treated this way!..." To emphasize her point, she stuck her
tongue out at him. Now why did I do that, Marissa asked herself.
Cindy leaned down to her and grabbed her arm.
"OWWWWWWWW!" said Marissa as she felt it twisted.
"Little girls should be seen and not heard..." said Cindy.
"and they shouldn't interrupt adults when they are talking...why
don't you go play on the swings before you get into real
trouble..." Marissa turned beat red with humiliation and felt the
tears coming. How did this happen--why, it was if she and Cindy
had somehow changed places! Turning away with her bottom once
again coming out of her school uniform, Marissa started to run
back towards the center.
"Be careful about your dress," called Cindy after her.
"Remember, a polite young lady doesn't go running around with her
underpants showing!" Marissa burst into tears, hearing her own
words to Cindy earlier coming back at her. She had to end this
nightmare, now!
She ran back to the center and down the hall to her office.
I'm going to get my things and get out of here, she thought. I'll
have to get my clothes back from Cindy. Once she was safely back
in pumps and pantyhose, along with her stylish suit, she could
then deal with the little brat.. She turned the knob of her
office door--it was locked! She rattled the door in frustration
and then turned and saw Cindy coming down the hallway.
"I don't know what you think you're doing, Cindy..." she
said. "you can enjoy your little triumph now, but when this over,
I'm going to make you sorry you ever messed with me! I'm the
adult here, not you, regardless of what I'm wearing..." her words
were drained of meaning, however, when she again stuck her tongue
out at the girl after her speech. Cindy just laughed. She placed
both hands on her hips and addressed the little girl.
"What YOU don't seem to realize is that this is not make
believe. The image you see in the mirror is really you,
regardless of what mental image you have of yourself. I've got
news for you "Mary"---when people look at you now, they don't see
Marissa the grown up with her long blond hair and fancy clothes.
They see a little kid with glasses in a school uniform. You can't
drive, you have no identification, no money, nothing! do you
think anybody is going to believe you're 24?" Marissa was stung
by these words, hearing out loud what she been thinking for the
past hour. She couldn't even get into her own office any more!
Her thoughts were interrupted when they were joined by Susan.
"Cindy," said Susan, "Go up and change. The van from the
school is here. I told Sister Elinor that you would spend the
night at the school so "Mary" would feel more comfortable..."
Cindy nodded and sped off.
Once Cindy had gone, Marissa said,
"I'm calling this whole thing off! I"m not a little girl! I
won't be treated this way! Why is my office locked? where are my
things? I just want to get OUT of here!" Susan just looked at her
and smiled.
"The office is locked so that little girls don't get into
trouble...and its much to late to call things off...like it or
not, your going to be a well behaved little girl...or else!".
Marissa was stunned! She was speechless that Susan would talk to
her this way! She was about to give her a piece of her mind but
then thought of her research. Ok, she thought. I'll play it your
way...for now. She said nothing as she was led by the hand to the
waiting van.
Outside, she blushed as she saw Sister Elinor. Marissa was
mortified to be seen in little girl clothes. In vain she tried to
pull her short uniform dress down, trying to keep her cotton
underpants from showing.
Sister Elinor batted her hand away from the hem of the
uniform. Marissa was half expecting to be recognized, but Sister
Elinor only said,
"I'm Sister Elinor, the principle of the school where you'll
be staying. I know your sister. I don't know what foolishness you
got away with at your last school, but at St. Ann's, we expect
our students to be well behaved! do I make myself clear, young
lady?..." Marissa felt her face flush. Only two hours she had
stood in her heels at this very spot talking to this very woman.
Her attitude was now very different. Of course, she wasn't being
seen as an adult now, just a gawky little girl. She felt her
anger rise. Keeping her emotions in check, she merely mumbled
"Yes, Ma'am", and borded the van.
**** ************************
All the way to the school, Marissa fumed. She sat in the back
with her school dress bunched up about her hips. She didn't care
who saw her underwear anymore. Cindy sat up front with Sister
Elinor. Marissa couldn't believe that she had allowed herself to
go along with this whole crazy plan-- now she was even going to
spend the day in Catholic school before coming to work with the
girls in the day care center! she was a little afraid of them
seeing her like this, but knew that they wouldn't recognize her
as their counselor. The went through the gates and then into the
Dormitory building. They were met by Sister Mary Alleyfont.
Before she knew what was happening, Marissa was led into the
large common room of the girl's dorm.
"Look everybody, we have a new girl!", cried a girl who
Marissa knew as Jane. More than once she had counseled Jane about
being a bully. Jane came up to her and pulled one of her
pigtails.
"Owwwwwwwwwww!" yelled Marissa in pain. She whirled around
to deal with Jane but was stopped short as she was forced to look
up at her. Without her heels, Jane was taller than her! Sister
Mary Alleyfont then came in and clapped her hands,
"All right, girls, get ready for bed! lights out in ten
minutes!". The girls scrambled away, and soon Marissa found
herself dressed in a baby doll nightie that barely came down to
the crotch of her juvenile panties. It seemed that no matter what
she wore, her underpants were going to be on display! She was
soon in bed and the overhead lights were turned out. Emotionally
exhausted from the afternoon's events, Marissa soon fell sound
asleep.
**************************
Cindy took the glass of warm water dipped Marissa's index
finger in. The sleeping girl adjusted her position and then went
still. Suddenly, as Cindy and the other girl's looked on, a wet
spot appeared on the front of Marissa's thick cotton training
panties. The sleeping girl stirred and opened her eyes.
"What's going on?", she cried. Then realizing that she had
just wet the bed, she yelled,
"Cindy!-- this is your fault! You little bitch, I'm going to
get you!". Marissa sprang out of the bed in a rage, her loose,
wet panties hanging down. The other girls laughed in delight at
the sight of their former counselor in wet panties. Suddenly, the
overhead light snapped on and Sister Mary Alleyfont was in the
room.
"Sister," said Cindy, "Mary wet the bed!..." Marissa gave
her an angry glance. Somehow, Cindy and the girls had set her up!
"So Mary,' said Sister Mary Alleyfont, "We can't control our
bladder...or is this just a bid for attention?" Before Marissa
could speak, she was grabbed by the arm and led down the hall.
There was a small first aid room and Marissa was told to sit on
the table. Her mind was a jumble, the days events overwhelming.
Just when she thought the worst was over, Cindy had contrived for
her to wet the bed! Oh, the little brat was going to pay!
"Mary," said the Sister, "I think you're going to need some
protection for the rest of tonight...perhaps through tomorrow.
We'll see if this solution will cure your problem..." Marissa's
eyes grew wide as she saw the disposable diaper in the nun's
hand. A DIAPER? surely she couldn't be serious! she had to end
this, now. Jumping off the table, she said desperately,
"Sister, this may sound strange, but my name is not "Mary".
I'm Dr. Marissa Stevens, a psychologist working on a project. I'm
24 and have a position at the university. I'm working undercover
on a research project. This is all a terrible mistake!" The words
poured out of her, sounding ridiculous even in her own ears.
Sister Mary Alleyfont looked at her and said sternly,
"Child, that's one of the wildest stories that I've ever
heard. We don't abide our students telling lies at St. Ann's!".
Before she could speak further, she found that her baby doll top
had been whisked off and her wet panties pulled down. The Sister
whirled her around, taking her across her knee! Marissa began to
fight for dear life, determined need to add to today's
indignities with a bare bottomed spanking! At the first stinging
slap, Marissa cried out in pain.
"OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!". Despite her struggling, there was
nothing she could do to prevent it.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!. Again and again, the Sister's hand
came down. Marissa, being spanked like the child she now was,
could only kick her legs and cry out, her tears flowing down her
face.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! "Naughtily little girl," said the
Sister, "Wetting your bed and telling lies! We'll teach you some
manners, young lady!".
Whack! Whack! Whack!. Marissa felt her ass grow hot with
heat. I'm being SPANKED her mind screamed. I'm NOT a little girl!
I'm an ADULT! I don't BELONG here! Then the spanking was over,
and Marissa was told to lay on the table on her stomach. Marissa,
her face streaked with tears and her ass on fire, meekly did as
she was told. She gasped as she felt the soothing lotion being
applied to her now tender bottom. Then there was a smell of baby
powder in the air and she felt it sprinkled over her lower half.
Marissa heard the sound of tape ripping, and was told to roll
over on her back. She winced at the pain in her buttocks but
complied--one spanking tonight was enough. She gasped as she saw
the disposable diaper.
"Please, Sister," she said. "I don't need to wear diapers! I
won't make any more messes, I promise!". Her words were in vain,
Marissa saw. Like or not, she was going to diapered! She was told
to raise her hips. As she did so, the open diaper was slid
underneath her. She squealed when her skin came into contact with
the waiting pads. The Sister lost no time. She taped one side up
and then the other.
"There," said the Sister. "All nice and snug...that wasn't
so bad, was it?" Marissa was perfectly still, trying to come to
terms with the fact that she was now wearing a disposable diaper.
It felt like someone had strapped a pillow between her legs.
Marissa could only moan. Plastic pants were being drawn up her
hips and onto her waist. A fresh baby doll top was now placed
over her head.
Diapered and in plastic pants, Marissa could only hang her
head in shame. Her mind reeled over what had just been done to
her. As a desirable young woman, she had never given diapers a
second thought. Now, she found herself helplessly taped up inside
them. The plastic gripped her ass with a firm grip, which still
stung from the recent spanking. The plastic pants crinkled with
her every movement, and the waistband dug into the sensitive
flesh around her middle.
I'M WEARING DIAPERS! Her mind screamed. Her thoughts were
interrupted by the Sister who said,
"There's a cot in here where you'll sleep tonight. My room
is right next door. I don't want any more trouble out of you
tonight young lady...understand?" Marissa could only nod her
head. She waddled her way over to the cot. She was tucked in and
the light in the room was turned out. Crying silent tears, the
diapered psychologist soon fell into a dreamless sleep.
*************************
Marissa struggled in the high chair, her diapered ass hot in
her plastic pants. Her mind was numb with the humiliation that
she had experienced in only 24 hours. Yesterday a professional
woman, today a diapered baby. Smelling of lotion and powder. She
had awakened in the morning only to find a fresh diaper and a new
school uniform waiting for her. She tried to block out the
humiliation of attending a sixth grade class with her diapers
showing from underneath her short dress. The girls at the school
has teased her unmercifully. At recess, Cindy and the others had
been especially cruel, making catty remarks about her diapered
condition. Marissa had just taken it all, afraid that any
outburst would only make the situation worse. She had burned with
shame and humiliation, all the while thinking that it would soon
be over.
After recess, she had bordered the bus with the other girls
to go to the center. She had planned to end this charade just as
soon as she could. She couldn't wait to get back at Cindy!
However, once there she had been lead to a high chair and locked
in! Cindy came up to her along with several of the girls--girls
that she had once supervised and counseled. They thought of her
now as just Marissa's backward sister-- an awkward little girl
who couldn't even control her own bladder. A spindly geek with a
bad haircut. Just then Susan came in.
"You girls go back out into the common room", said Mrs.
Johnson. "I don't want the children getting into trouble". Susan
looked at her former colleague, struggling in her diapers, locked
into a high chair.
"Well "Mary", she said, "I hope you enjoyed your day at
school. I see you've had a little trouble controlling yourself,
though! This is rich! Marissa, in a diaper and plastic pants,
drooling at the mouth and locked in a high chair! Oh, this is
priceless!..."
"You BITCH!" screamed Marissa. "You let me out of her right
now! I'm calling this whole thing off! I'll sue you and..." her
words were cut of by the sound of high heels on the hard tile
floor. Marissa's eyed widened in horror as she saw Jenna
Hightower, her rival from the university, enter the room. She
received another shock as she saw that Dr. Baxter was with her!
Marissa turned beat red with shame. Less than 72 hours ago,
she had stood proudly in front of Dr. Baxter in her stylish
clothes. She had been an adult then. Now she was just a diapered
child. Seeing Jenna was worse. She stood there in her trim skirt,
arms folded with a bemused expression of delight on her face.
Marissa glanced down enviously at her pantyhose and high heels.
Being seen in diapers in a high chair by her rival was almost to
much, and she felt the tears beginning to come.
"Dr. Baxter, Dr Hightower," said Susan, "I'm glad you could
stop by. With Marissa being called away suddenly, we've been left
in a bit of a lurch. Anyway, this is Mary, Marissa's sister.
She's proven very difficult to handle, having tantrums, wetting
the bed, and generally misbehaving..."
"It's our pleasure," said Dr. Baxter, "Hello Mary," he said.
"I know your sister quite well...she works for me..." Marissa
breathed a sigh of relief. At least they don't recognize me, she
thought. However, she would have to confide in someone if she was
ever going to get out of these horrible baby clothes and reclaim
her adulthood. Dr. Baxter then turned to Susan and said,
"Ms. Johnson, with Marissa being called away so suddenly, I
thought Dr. Hightower could take up some of the slack here at the
center. That is, if you agree..."
Marissa's eyes grew wide at this latest humiliation. What
was going on? She had to end this, now!
The tray to the high chair was unlocked and she was told by
Susan to stand up.
"Dr. Baxter," said Susan, "I appreciate this! For starters,
could Dr. Hightower counsel Mary?". Before Marissa could react,
she was grabbed by the hand as Jenna propelled her down the hall.
"Jenna, it's me, Marissa!" she yelled, once out of earshot
of the others. Jenna looked down at the diapered girl in the
school uniform and laughed.
"I know who you are, Marissa. Susan called me and filled me
in... I tell you, it's priceless seeing you in diapers and
plastic pants. Which, by the way, I'm told you'll be wearing for
quite some time... Marissa was too stunned to say anything. Jenna
knew who she really was! it was almost worse this way, being seen
as a diapered little girl by her rival from the university.
"I don't believe you know what MY project is for the
university," said Jenna. "well, its simple. It's about YOU. It's
about how a 24 year old psychologist with a doctorate gave up her
adult status and decide to begin life again as a 6 year old girl.
You wanted firsthand experience... well, you've got it...how does
it feel?--one thing, though-- I don't think you'll be writing up
your conclusions for quite some time!..." Jenna smiled as she
said this last.
"Oh yes, she went on. "you're going to be a well behaved
little girl. Nobody will ever believe that you're really an
adult, no matter what you tell them. Just look in any mirror if
you doubt me..." Jenna smiled triumphantly. Marissa was stuck as
a diapered child. With her out of the way, she would become the
next Chairperson of the department.
"Jenna please!" said Marissa, her tears starting to flow.
Still smiling, Jenna said,
"Now Mary, you must address me as "Dr. Hightower". You've
been told about that more than once. Let's go into my office and
talk about it..." They had stopped in front of Marissa's office.
Marissa felt the world spin. This nightmare never seemed to end.
She was now in diapers and plastic pants, in the care of her
rival from the university! No one believed her about her real
identity-- Jenna had even taken her job as counselor at the
center and moved into her own office! The humiliation of being
thought of as a backward schoolgirl in diapers was not enough.
Now she was about to counseled in her own office-- the tables had
been completely turned on Marissa and there seemed to be now way
out. Her plan had backfired on her. She was no longer the
beautiful and talented young women that she'd been only
yesterday. She thought back on the events of the last day and the
speed at which they happened. From the changes in wardrobe, to
the haircut, to the glasses, the freckles, everything. From
professional psychologist to a diapered, geeky school girl in 24
hours! Marissa began to cry and get angry at the same time.
"You bitch!", she screamed. "You can't treat me this way--I
want my adulthood back-- I'm leaving and you can't stop me!"
Turning away from Jenna, Marissa ran down the hall. She emerged
in the common room and 60 gaping school children all turned to
see the diapered psychologist. Then they began to tease her.
"Baby, Baby, stick you're head in gravy..." they sang.
"Give me back my adult clothes!", screamed Marissa, the
tears rolling down her face. She was stomping her feet and waving
her arms, her diapered bottom constantly coming out of her short
school girl uniform. Cindy stood off to the side, grinning
broadly. This was the final payoff. Marissa had been such an
aloof, proud adult. Always so prim and proper in her power suit.
She was thrilled to see the once sophisticated and beautiful
young women reduced to a gawky, mousey haired little girl in
diapers and plastic pants, throwing a tantrum in front of
everybody!. It was certainly firsthand experience. Jenna came
into the room and joined Dr. Baxter, Susan, and Sister Elinor,
who had just arrived from the school.
The Sister's face was flushed. Strong measures were
obviously needed to deal with this spoiled child. As she advanced
on her, Marissa felt a surge of fear. She stopped her tirade and
looked around for a place to run. She was spun around by Sister
Elinor whose face was a mask of pure anger. Suddenly, her bladder
let go. In the now deafening silence of the room, everybody
listened as the little girl wet her diapers. For Marissa, it was
the final humiliation. As the world faded away, she fell to the
floor on her stomach, kicking and crying loudly.
One of the first stories I read in this genre. Great story!
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