TOY STORY

TOY STORY

By Hal


Melissa looked up from her desk at the sound of the
diffident knock on her office door.
"Ms. Duncan," said a burly man from the plant floor, "we
have the doll mock-up just outside. May we bring it in?..."
Melissa looked up and adjusted her expensive designer glasses.
She gave a curt nod and rose from her desk. She caught a glance
of herself in the mirror on the wall. A petite young woman in an
expensive business pant suit looked back at her. Her styled blond
hair was pulled back from her face, and held up in a professional
bun. She looked every inch the rising young executive.
She frowned as the men brought the life sized mock-up of
the "Brandy" doll into her office. Supposedly, this doll was the
next big project for the company. Certainly, the board of
directors had high hopes. It was all part of the "retro" phase
the country was going through. "Back to the Fifties" was the
popular slogan. Little girls were supposedly tired of playing
with toy trucks and action figures and wanted their traditional
dolls back. Or so said the polling data. To that end, the company
had developed the doll and was now busily engaged in rolling out
the new product. Melissa sighed. It had been a busy week.
She looked at the doll with distaste. It was dressed in a
frilly little girl outfit consisting of a ridiculously short pale
blue dress that flared dramatically at the crotch, allowing a
generous view of the plain white cotton panties. It also had
white ankle socks and black patent mary jane shoes. This was so
offensive, she thought. It re-enforced every negative stereotype
about young girls. How could a young girl be expected to compete
with a young boy when she had to be concerned about her
underpants showing with every step?. It was a testament to
Melissa's mind set that she never considered the possibility that
perhaps young girls SHOULDN'T compete with boys.
What really made her angry was the fact that the company was
having a contest to recruit a child actor to appear with the doll
in a planned series of commercials.



At this very moment, the company reception hall was filled with
hundreds of little girls ages 6 to 10 dressed like Shirley Temple.
And all of them hoping to snag the contract and launch a show
business career. She had seen them on her way up to the office this
morning. Why, even her 10 year old cousin was there somewhere
with her Aunt. Melissa had to grin. While she disapproved of the
doll and the contest on the grounds that it was sexist, her little
cousin was a brat.

It would do her good to be humiliated by being forced to dress up
like a little girl. She was looking forward to seeing young Suzy
in her short dress and mary janes. But first things first, she
thought. As an Assistant Product Manager, she had to do an
inspection report before the doll could go down to the hall.
The men set the doll down and then carried in a large box.
Melissa could see that it contained the accessories for the
product, including the make-up. She almost did a double take as
she noticed that the box contained what could only be adult sized
disposable diapers. That's right, she thought. There's going to
be a baby version of this doll. She shuddered at the thought of
being encased tightly in a disposable diaper. Melissa shook her
head as if to clear it. What an odd thought, she told herself. As
if SHE would ever wear a diaper again. Preposterous!
As the men finished their task and left, Melissa walked over
to her office door and locked it. She didn't want to be
disturbed. She stopped halfway back to her desk and glanced at
the mirror on the wall and took stock of herself. She looked
young, but the conservative make-up, dark suit, and glasses gave
her an air of quiet authority. Melissa stood there and silently
reflected on the circumstances that had brought her to this
juncture in her career-- one short step away from being a full
Product Manager for a major, multi-national toy corporation.
She had started hanging around at the plant at age eight,
helping her father who was an executive with the company. At 10,
she was running errands and helping to deliver the corporate
mail. At 13, she started her first job, working after school in
the accounting department. She had graduated high school early,
and went on to finish college in the same manner. Obtaining her
degree in business at 20, she had already been an intern for two
years. Her first official position after college had been as a
marketing assistant. By then, however, she had over 10 years
experience working in the toy industry. That, combined with
family connections, had allowed her to rise rapidly in the
company hierarchy.
She adjusted her expensive blazer. Her creme silk blouse
peeked seductively out, and Melissa once again congratulated
herself on her fashion sense. Being and looking young in the toy
industry was not a handicap, she thought. However, she had to be
taken seriously by the other executives. She was short, standing
only 5'2" in her stocking feet. She weighed in at a trim 106
pounds. Her breasts were small, but her push-up bra made the most
of this shortcoming. People were always describing her as
"elvish" looking, with her small, delicate features giving her an
innocent, child like quality.
Expensive business suits, heels for height, a proper
hairstyle, and stylish glasses for a more mature look had
corrected these perceptions, and Melissa was smugly satisfied.
From her tailored jacket to her pumps, from her push-up bra to
her expensive pantyhose, she looked every inch the powerful young
corporate executive.
Turning away from the mirror, she looked at the doll. She
frowned again at the ridiculous dress, the childish underpants.
The little voice inside her head that served as her muse woke and
said,


What's the matter miss corporate executive, never seen how a
proper little girl is dressed?




Melissa looked at the doll again. It seemed as if it were
the doll who spoke. She knew she was projecting, but these types
of mental arguments sometimes helped her sort things out. They
allowed her to make sound decisions, business and otherwise.
Looking the doll in the eyes, holding silent discourse with
herself, Melissa could swear she heard the doll answer her back.



Yeah, sound business decisions. Whatever. It comes down to
jealousy, doesn't it? Oh you can pat yourself on the back about
your accomplishments, but YOU never had a dress like this. You
never had the time for childhood. Always acting the little adult.
Never played with dolls. Never had a carefree moment...



That's not true!, Melissa silently told the doll. I didn't miss
out on anything! I never had time for those stupid frilly little
dresses and those childish tea parties. I never wanted to be some
helpless little girl. I wanted to be in control, respected--and
I've achieved that!
On a whim, she slipped off her blazer and draped it over the
back of her chair. Crossing the room to the mirror, she gazed
with satisfaction at her trim form. She worked hard at staying in
shape, and enjoyed flaunting her hard work. Which was why the
pants of her suit were slighter tighter than what current
fashions dictated. She placed her hands on her ass, feeling the
expensive wool material stretched tauntly across her curves. As
her hands traveled across the expanse of firm behind, she turned
to one side to get a better view. She frowned as she noticed the
lines of her underpants marring her smooth look.
"Damn it!", she cursed out loud.



Typical. That's what happens when a child gets into her mother's
things and tries to wear them. HAH! The always fashionable
Melissa has panty lines! Just a little girl walking around with
her underwear showing, despite wearing a grown up pant suit! some
things never change!


Melissa ignored the inner voice. She hated panty lines!
aside from being a major fashion faux pas, they indicated to the
watching world the nature of her underwear. From these vital
clues, any stranger might deduce the nature and type of her
underpants. Along with seeing her pantyhosed ankles peeking out
from under her pants, any geek might get a good mental picture of
her most intimate apparel-- something that only she was supposed
to know! Melissa bit her lip. It was her own fault for being so
careless. Fashion dictated that she wear panties with less
defined edges, or perhaps even a thong. However, she despised
thongs, even more than pantylines. Too, she had another reason
for wearing fuller cut panties. Her ass, while firm, was slightly
flat and boyish. She therefore wore a shaping panty that "lifted
and defined" her bottom to a more aesthetically pleasing shape.
The effect was dramatic, and no one looking at the panties could
ever tell they were a shaping garment. It was the same with her
bra, which was slightly padded to make her breasts appear
marginally fuller. While the underwear served its purpose,
Melissa didn't like to be reminded that her slightly under-
developed figure needed a little help. After all, current
ideology stated that a young, modern women needed no
enhancements-- that she was happy with the figure nature had
given her. Of course, Melissa reflected, that view was for the
talk shows and armchair psychologists. In private, the young
modern women wanted every advantage she could get. Melissa
frowned. No matter how she tried to rationalize it, she was still
forced to wear "figure control" garments-- she would be
humiliated if anyone found out! why, it would fall into the same
class as wearing an ugly girdle under her sleek suits.


Fat chance of that, said the doll. You need a girdle only if you
have curves. You're flat chested and flat assed, and without your
special underwear you have the figure of a little girl. Oh, they
look like a regular bra and panty set, but we know different,
don't we?





"Oh, shut up", said Melissa aloud, slightly flushing. She
frowned again at her pantylines. She would have do something
about them. It wouldn't do to go running around with her
underpants showing, even in so indirect a fashion. She glanced
around and spied the package of disposable diapers. How horrible
they looked. She tried to imagine what it would feel like to wear
them-- how would she look with her ass in diapers? she was used
to silk and satin next to her most private places. To be taped up
in a paper and plastic diaper was almost inconceivable. Yet she
was curious. To actually wear it was unthinkable, but might there
be a way to experience it all the same? With a grin she kicked
off her shoes and stood barefoot in stockings on the plush
carpet. She opened the package. Unfolding a diaper, she sat her
tight panted bottom down in the center and brought it up between
her legs. She fastened one side and then the other. Trembling
with excitement, she stood up and looked in the mirror to admire
her handiwork.
She was in diapers! Well, not really, she thought. She was
wearing a diaper over her tight pants. She felt the snugness and
pressure between her legs but her ass was still encased by her
silken panties, pantyhose, and the expensive fine wool cashmere
of her tailored pants. She turned sideways and looked at herself.
The diaper was bulky, and her bottom looked huge with the
additional padding.
"No need for additional padding now," she said aloud. She
placed both hands on her bottom, feeling the thick plastic shell.
It was strange, Melissa thought. It almost felt like the diaper
was molding itself to her ass, trying to get through the thin
layers of adult material and grip her bare flesh in its hot and
sticky plastic embrace.




That's just what it should do, said the doll. Why don't you just
get it over with and end your adult charade. Take of those silly,
adult clothes that you have no business wearing. Look how
ridiculous you are-- standing there in your grown up powersuit
with a diaper taped on over your pants. Then again, even without
the diaper, you still look ridiculous Typical Melissa. No sense
of adventure or fun. Always doing both in half measures. You
can't even try on a diaper without hedging your bets.



Melissa frowned. What was she doing?. How could she be standing
her wearing a diaper in her own office? She unfastened the tapes
and threw the diaper off to the side. She stepped back into her
pumps. She smoothed her slacks down, touching her taunt and now
un-diapered ass once again. She was furious at herself. The inner
voice was right. She was a little up-tight. On the heels of this
thought came another, NO!-- I'm as bold as the next girl. I
wouldn't want to be anyone or anywhere else. I have real power
now.


OH please! you saw those little girls today at the competition.
They were having fun. They had no responsibilities, no pressures,
no deadlines. Admit it, some part of you was jealous.



So what?, Melissa told herself silently. I'm a busy executive.
Sometimes the job gets on my nerves. It's only natural to want to
blow of some steam.




Sure, Sure. besides, YOU could never pull this look off. You
wouldn't even know how to walk properly. You couldn't compete
with those young girls, they're much too innocent and young.
Besides, they're prettier.


I could to compete with them! Melissa told herself. What was she
thinking? She was 23 years old, an adult with a responsible
position. She was once again secure in her in fashionable
business clothes. So why would she even consider having to
compete with little girls?




That's right. You keep telling yourself that. You're too prim and
proper, to uptight to give in to a little harmless fun. You
wouldn't know fun and adventure if it walked up and bit you.
Besides, you're not cute enough to wear a dress like this...





"Alright then," said Melissa aloud to the silently mocking doll,
"I'll show you whose cute and adventuresome enough!". She kicked
off her high heels and stood barefoot in stockings in her office.
Her face was flushed. Her breathing fast. She was furious at
herself, yet sexually charged. She rarely gave in to her sexual
appetites, but what could it harm? She was alone in her office.
The department was shut down, and everyone was at the
festivities. She was tense, overtired by working long hours. An
hour or so of fun, topped of by a pleasant orgasm couldn't hurt.
She stalked barefoot in pantyhose around her office. Her
door was locked, and she knew the outer office which was her
secretary's was also locked. Making her decision, Melissa looked
triumphantly at the silent doll. With a tight smile, she undid
her snug trousers and let them fall to the floor. The overhead
lights danced off her coffee colored pantyhose legs. Stepping out
of her pants, she glanced in the mirror. Her silk blouse was
short, and her delicate, lacy white underpants peeked out from
under the smooth pantyhose. She let her hands trail over her
nyloned lower form, caressing her sleekly nyloned ass and thighs.
Her hands wandered to her tightly encased center, and she
shuddered in pleasure. Not so fast, she told herself. She undid
her blouse and added it to the growing collection of clothing on
the floor.


Pretty grown up undies for a girl your age, don't you think?
You'll get a spanking by mom if she catches you...




Melissa started at the inner voice, and turned in her big girl
underwear towards the silently mocking doll.

I'm a grown-up, she told herself. I'm allowed to wear pantyhose
and silken underpants.




Not if I have anything to say about it, child. Enjoy playing
grown-up while you can, little girl. I'm going to take away
mommy's grown up underwear from you. Little girls don't wear
pantyhose and push up bra's young miss. If you haven't got the
equipment for the garments, perhaps you shouldn't wear them...




Melissa ignored the voice, and went towards the box with the
cosmetics. The "Brandy" doll had a simple, wash in/out hair color
shampoo, and she felt the effect of her playing dress up would be
enhanced with a different hair color. She frequently worked out
in her office on the stairmaster in the corner, and it was not
unknown for her to leave the office with damp hair from a shower.
She grabbed a tube of the brown shampoo and headed towards her
office bathroom, one of the perks of her executive status. She
spent several minutes removing her jewelry and then removed her
light make-up.
In the overhead light starring in the bathroom mirror,
Melissa saw that she looked much younger without her glasses and
tasteful make-up. Too, she was reduced to running around in her
underwear, and didn't have her executive pant suit to hide
behind. Standing in her pantyhose and silken underpants, the push
up bra wearing young executive undid her blond hair and shook it
out. She was proud of her shoulder length locks, and took great
pains to care for it. She took a breath and plunged her head into
the sink, fully wetting her hair. She applied the shampoo and was
soon rinsing it out.
She towled dried her hair as best she could and looked at
her handiwork. The color was not very impressive, she thought. It
was a dull, medium brown. The shine was gone, and her hair
appeared lifeless. Well, she thought, it washes right out. I can
have my own beautiful hair back in minutes. She next tied her
damp locks into two pigtails, and let the front part in the
middle, giving her bangs. This simple change in hairstyle reduced
her appearance by many years.
"WOW," she said aloud. "Who would have believed it?". It now
seemed to Melissa that the adult underwear she was wearing was
all wrong. Minutes ago, anyone seeing the young executive in such
a state of undress would have had serious pause to stop and
reflect on such a lovely young vision. Now however, they would
probably just scold the obvious little girl for wearing her
mother's lingerie.
Feeling more naughty by the minute, the now geeky looking
Melissa came back out into the office and stood in her grown up
underpants in front of the doll.




You're dressed a little strange for such a little girl, don't you
think?




"I'm NOT a little girl!...", said Melissa out loud to the empty
office.


Cute pigtails


"I'll show you!"... said Melissa. Walking over to the doll,
Melissa unzipped the dress and pulled it down. She then tipped it
over until it rested partly on her office couch. Working quickly,
she stripped off the mock up of dress, ankle socks, maryjanes,
underpants, and vest.

After obtaining the garments, Melissa then removed her bra. She
jerked her panties and pantyhose down in one quick motion and
freed her legs from the tangled material. She threw the garments
in a twisted pile on top of the rest of her grown up clothes.
Before she could change her mind, she drew the childish cotton
panties up her thin legs. She gasped as the panties seemed to
swallow up her middle in the thick with material.
"These are almost like training panties!", she said aloud.
Next, she donned the vest, frowning at the way it flattened her
chest. Next, she put on the ankle socks and mary janes. She saw
herself in her little girl underwear and stopped short.
"OH my, what HAPPENED to me?" In this outfit, with mousy
brown hair, she looked like a little girl, a geek! She stepped
into the dress and zipped it up. The transformation was complete!
she had traded in her executive pant suit for a little girl's
party dress! Her pumps had been replaced by mary janes, and her
wonderful pantyhose had been transformed into ankle socks!
Melissa stood there in shock, looking at the skinny, bare legged
geeky girl with mousy brown hair with her underpants showing.
Melissa turned slightly to the side, noticing how short the dress
was. Her ass had become flat and boring. STanding completely
still, the crotch of her cotton panties were visible. Turning
around and looking over her shoulder, she saw with dismay that
the short dress didn't even cover a third of her underpants. She
tried to tug the short dress down, but it didn't seem to help.
Turning again, Melissa noticed how skinny and bare her legs
looked without her pumps and pantyhose. Dressed like this and
without make-up, her hair in pigtails, she looked like she about
9.
"I'm a little girl again...", she said aloud.



You look so adorable, baby. Cute underpants. Not such a big,
powerful executive now, are you?


Melissa looked over at the now naked doll. Suddenly, she had an
idea. It would be exciting to see the contrast between her adult
self and the little girl who now stood in her place. She grabbed
her grown up panties and pantyhose and put them on the doll. The
bra quickly followed. Next, she dressed it in her executive pant
suit and blouse. The finishing touch were the high heels.
Positioning the doll in front of the mirror, Melissa stood next
to it.

She gasped again. She and the doll had traded places! now
she was the dorky little girl with her underpants on display
while the doll was the grown up executive! Melissa felt a strange
impulse overtake her. As if to acknowledge her new status as a
child, she place an index finger under her chin. Her other hand
grasped the edge of her dress. She crossed her feet and as she
did she, she curtsied, bending her knees.



That's right, little girl. Now I'M the adult. You're just a
helpless, ineffectual little girl who can't even stop her panties
from showing. You're no longer an adult. You have no grown up
privileges I'm now the grown up, powerful executive and YOU"RE
the child! I think it's bedtime for you, little girl!


Melissa was speechless. She was no longer a career woman in
a chic power suit. Her self image as calm, professional adult was
crushed. The phone rang, interrupting her thoughts. She took
three short steps in her baby doll dress, trying in vain to keep
her dress down and her underpants hidden. She was only half aware
that she was doing this. She picked up the phone.
"What!", she practically barked.
"Uhhhh, Ms. Duncan, This is Gene Robbins down on the plant
floor. Mr. Johnson wants the doll brought down to viewing hall.
I've detailed two men to from maintenance to come by your office
and pick it up. They've got a pass key from security, but I
wanted to make sure they wouldn't disturb you, which is why I'm
calling..." Melissa thought fast. She needed time to change back
into her adult self. She couldn't have two bumpkins from the
plant floor show up to find a company executive in a baby doll
dress and mary janes, complete with exposed little girl cotton
underpants! Taking a deep breath, she spoke firmly into the
phone.
"This is not a very good time. I'm right in the middle of a
report. Can the pick-up be postponed for say, 30 minutes?".
"No problem, Ms. Duncan. The men are doing a small job in
the reception area of the 14th floor. They'll be awhile. After
they're finished, They're to come pick up the doll..."
Melissa almost sighed with relief. There was now time to
transform herself back into an adult.
"That's fine, Gene". she said. "I'll give them a call from
here and tell them when to come by--thank you...". she hung up
the phone and pressed the button for an outside line. All she had
to do was call down there and make sure nobody came by for about
20 minutes. Melissa frowned as no dial tone could be heard from
the phone. With a sudden start, she realized what the problem
was. Before she left, her secretary had cut of the phone lines to
her office. She could receive calls, but make no outgoing ones.
She would have to go out to the outer office and switch them back
on. This was no problem, she told herself. After all, the outer
office's door was closed and locked. No one would see her.


What's the matter, underwear girl. Got yourself into a bit of a
pickle? Need a grown-up to take of the little girl?


"OH, shut up!", said the panty exposed Melissa, as she flounced
in her baby short dress and mary janes towards her office door.
She unlocked it and opened it a crack and cautiously looked out.
As expected, there was no one in the outer office and the door
was closed. Now, for a quick dash to the secretary's desk to
switch on the outside line...
Melissa darted out of her office to her secretary's desk.
She switched on the line and turned around, just in time to hear
her own office door close. With a sudden dread, she rushed to it
and tried the knob--locked! she was locked out of her office
dressed like a little girl!
All her doubts and frustrations came rushing over Melissa in
an instant. She was trapped as a little girl while the stupid
doll inside her office wore her clothes! She stamped her foot in
anger and rattled the knob of her locked door. Beating on the
door with fist, Melissa completely lost it. She fell to floor on
her stomach and began to have a tantrum, kicking her legs and
beating the fists on the carpet. Her dress had flipped up showing
her cotton pantied ass. She abandoned all traces of her adulthood
as she had her cry.


How the mighty have fallen, she heard the doll say from the other
side of the door. The mighty Melissa reduced to a screaming
little girl with her underpants showing, having a tantrum on her
office floor!

Gradually, Melissa came back to herself. She stopped carrying on
and rolled over to a sitting position, her thin white geek legs
out in front of her. She wiped her nose with her hand and stood
up. Crying would get her nowhere. She had to reclaim her
adulthood! She tried to think of what to do. If she could get
down to the parking lot on the back stairs, she could get to car.
She kept a key hidden in a magnet locker under the wheel well as
a precaution of being locked out of her car. With it, she could
drive home. On the way down the stairs, she could perhaps find a
coat. It wasn't much, but it was all she had.


You'll never get away with it, the doll said smugly. It's too
late. Your adulthood is history.

"Shut up!", yelled Melissa, as she went to the door of the
outer office. She peaked out and seeing no one, stepped out into
the main office. It was strange being out here dressed like a
child, thought Melissa. How many times had she stood here secure
in her adult clothes, giving orders to the peon, bimbo
secretaries. How would they treat her if they could see her now?

"Hold your dress down, child. Polite little girls don't go
running around with their underpants showing!"

It's nap time, child. We don't want you to get cranky.
Where's your teddy bear?".

"If you can't stop hold it, missy, we'll put you back into
diapers!".

Melissa blushed, hearing these taunts in her head. Taking small,
hesitant steps, she walked down the row of desks and turned the
corner leading to the stairs.

***********************


Jebb Stewart was 61, retired from the police force and
picking up some extra money as a part time security guard. It was
easy work, and he liked staying involved with the working world.
He had only been on the job a week, but he was quickly learning
who was who in the company. He was a tall, spare man with wavy
gray hair who prided himself at staying in shape. If he had any
signs of age it was his eyes. He was terribly near sighted, and
he had forgotten his glasses down in his locker. He could see
well enough to get around, but without his glasses faces were a
little blurry up close. He was making a routine security sweep
around the executive floor when he heard a commotion. Turning a
corner, he was surprised to see a young girl. Squinting, he said,
"Well now, young miss...suppose you tell me what you're
doing up here...". Melissa thought fast. It was "Mr. Magoo", the
new security guard. Perhaps he didn't recognize her! She felt
that she would die in shame, being seen dressed like this. She
realized she had only one hand to play, so she played it.
Swallowing her pride, she put an index finger under her chin,
grabbed the edge of her dress with her free hand, crossed her
mary janed feet and did an elaborate curtsy. She groaned as she
realized how much cotton panty she was showing.
"Sir," she said in a small polite voice. "My cousin is Ms.
Duncan. She asked me to come up her to get her purse but her door
is locked. I guess she forgot. Can you let me in?...". Melissa
could only hope the old fool would buy it. She would get back in
to her office and somehow get rid of him. If she had to, she
would tell him the truth.

Liar, liar, underpants on fire, said the doll from inside the
office.

The guard squinted at her. She DID look a little like Ms.
Duncan, now that he thought about it. He wished he had his
glasses. He was no fool, however, and something was wrong.
"I don't know what's going on here, young lady, but you
certainly don't belong up here wandering around by yourself. You
should be with the other little girls at the contest. Have you
been in Ms. Duncan's office?". Melissa shook her head, determined
to continue her ruse.
"No sir, I haven't. I..." she was cut off as the guard took
her by the arm and led her into the secretary's outer office.
"Well, he said. "I have the pass key. Let's just see if
you've been up to any mischief..."
Melissa was mortified. What now, she thought. The guard took
out his keys as Melissa stood there, furiously calculating her
next move in her baby doll dress. Before she knew it, the door
was open and she was led inside.
She was back in her office! her keys, her purse, her
clothes were only inches away. In seconds, she could reclaim her
adulthood. But how to do it with the security guard here? If she
didn't change back soon, things would be worse. She couldn't let
anyone see her in this humiliating outfit-- she couldn't even
conceal her panties! I'm an executive, her mind screamed. A grown
women with important responsibilities. I'm not a little girl. So
how was it that she found herself in a baby short little girls
party dress, complete with ankle socks, maryjanes, and exposed
white cotton underpants? In her mind, she was sure she heard the
doll answer her back.


You know very well why. You thought you playing some silly game,
you thought you were in charge. Well little girl, whose in charge
now? I tricked you out of your clothes, your executive status,
and your adulthood.


Melissa glanced at her mocking tormentor, looking so elegant in
HER executive pant suit. We'll just see about that!, she silently
said back. Taking a deep breath, she said,
"Sir, she said, biting her tang in trying to be polite to
this level minion. "I know this may be hard to believe, but I'm
Melissa Duncan, Assistant Product Manager. I tried on this outfit
as part of some research I was doing for the project. I
accidently locked myself out of my office and that's when you
found me. I was too embarrassed to say anything. I'm going to ask
you to keep the little incident quiet. I'm sure we can work
something out..." Melissa smiled seductively, her last words
leaving no doubt what she meant. THAT should get his attention,
she thought.
The guard was taken aback at what the little girl had just
told him. That the precocious child who stood before him in the
short party dress with underpants showing could make such a claim
practically floored him. He noticed again how her white cotton
panties peeked out from under the impossibly short hem. He had
heard that Melissa Duncan was a beautiful, headstrong young woman
who tended to dominate any situation she was in. Here was this
skinny legged, mousy haired little girl trying to tell him that
she was actually an adult? She had wandered off, probably to go
exploring. Now she was making up some outrageous story to get
herself out of trouble. KIds!
"Well now young miss," he said. "That's quite a story. Are
you sure you're not Melissa's cousin, here for the contest? You
shouldn't have wandered off, but I don't think you'll be in too
much trouble. Let's get you back to where you belong...". He
looked down at the shocked child and continued,
"And one more thing, if you EVER make such a suggestive
comment like you just did, I'll be sure to tell your mother---
AFTER you get a well deserved spanking..." He was serious, too.
He didn't need this job and was a firm believer in corporal
punishment.


YES!, said the doll. Missy needs a spanking. HA!, Ms. grown up
executive, he doesn't believe you! Your stuck as a mousey haired
little girl! you might as well get used to it! I don't think
you'll be wearing pumps and pantyhose anytime soon!


"You shut up!," screamed Melissa, putting her hands on her
hips and stamping her mary-janed foot in frustration.
"I'm NOT a little girl! I'm a grown-up!". The guard looked
at the screaming little girl with something approaching shock.
Why the little brat, he thought. The nerve of her to speak like
that to him!
"Missy," he warned her sternly, "I've had just about enough
of your impertinence. Little girls should be more respectful of
their elders. If you don't behave, I'll give you a spanking, and
I don't care who your family is!". Melissa looked at him in
shock. Why the nerve! the very idea that she could be SPANKED!


Yes spanked, said the doll. Something you could use. He doesn't
believe you, Missy. And why should he? I'm the one in the one in
the grown up pant suit. I'm the one whose wearing your silken
panties. I'm even wearing your pantyhose. I AM you, right down to
the high heels and the blond hair. Take a good look in the
mirror, little girl. You'll see that a spanking is right in line
with your new status as a child. Oh, and by the way, those white
cotton panties that you insist on showing with every step are
just ADORABLE!!


"That's it!", screamed Melissa with rage. "This all ends
right NOW! This is MY office. Those are MY clothes. I'M in charge
here! We'll see whose the little girl... Sir, please wait
outside. Give me 20 minutes to wash and change. Then you'll see
the mistake you made...". Melissa finished, glancing at the doll,
again and holding silent discourse with it.
How do you like that, she said silently. YOU are going back
to being what you are--a doll in a little girl's party dress. I'm
getting out of these ridiculous and humiliating clothes. I'm re-
claiming my adulthood! then we'll see who the gawky, geeky child
who can't keep her underwear from showing!


The only one here whose underpants are showing is you, little
girl. Oh, I suppose I might have pantylines showing through MY
grown up pantsuit, but I don't think that's going to be a problem
with this blazer I'm wearing. At least, that was always YOUR
reasoning, wasn't it?. YOU certainly don't have to worry about
pantylines now, do you?. Now that everyone can see that flat,
skinny little butt of yours in white cotton panties!


Melissa was about to retort, but then thought better of it. This
was over, as of right now. Taking small steps and trying to hold
her baby short dress down as she walked, she started towards the
doll. She was surprised when she felt her arm grabbed as she was
spun around, face to face with the seething security guard.
Without a word, Melissa was held tight as he used his other arm
to grab a near by chair. In seconds, Melissa found her self over
the man's knee!
"Oh, you bastard, let me GO--I'll have your job for this!
You can't spank me!".
"I can and I will," said the guard quietly in anger. "I've
had enough of this nonsense. Leaving the contest area.
Trespassing. Being disrespectful to an adult. Making lewd
suggestions. Disobedience. And now swearing. Well young lady, you
are going to get what you deserve!".

Yeah, said the doll. Give her a spanking! pull down her panties!
spank her bare bottom like a naughty child! Let's see how miss
high and mighty executive acts once her bouncy bottom is spanked
red!

He looked down at the struggling girl. Her short dress had flown
up even higher, exposing his white pantied target. With a will,
he brought up his hand and began spanking what he thought was a
naughty child. He would have been flabbergasted had he realized
he was spanking the prim Melissa Duncan, rising executive who was
the star of the company!

Whack! Whack! Whack!

"OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!", screamed Melissa, her cotton
underpanted ass stinging. She kicked her skinny legs, her mary
janed feet moving up and down.

"I'll get you for this!," she screamed.

Whack! Whack! Whack!

Again and again, the guard brought his hand down, spanking the
naughty little girl.

"And that's one more offense, young lady," he said. "making
threats to an adult!".

"OH!" screamed Melissa in humiliated frustration.




Melissa's getting spanked. Melissa's getting spanked, said the
doll in sing song fashion. I see London, I see Francis, I see
someone's underpantses! Not such a haughty executive now, are you
little girl?



Melissa tuned her head towards the taunting doll. It looked so
prim and proper in HER business clothes--so stately, so much in
command, an adult secure in her status. While SHE was getting
spanked and treated like a child!

Whack! Whack! Whack!

Melissa kicked her legs in agony.

"OWWWWWWWWW! It hurts! please stop. I.....I.......OH, please! I
promise I'll be a good little girl!". Melissa was shocked at her
own words. Dimly, through the pain and humiliation, a corner of
her mind wondered at what she had just said.
"There no doubt about that, young lady," said the guard, not
even pausing in his task.

Whack! Whack! Whack!

Melissa was now crying uncontrollably. She was getting spanked by
a lowly security guard in her own office, dressed as a child,
while the mocking doll looked on in smug satisfaction, wearing
HER executive pant suit!

Suddenly, the spanking stopped. Melissa stopped kicking. She was
crying, her tears rolling down her red-splotched face. Her ass
was on fire through the thick cotton panties. Before she could
say anything, the guard said,
"And now for the second part of the spanking, little girl. I
believe your behavior merits a bare bottom spanking!". Melissa
heard this last with mounting horror.
"Don't you dare pull down my panties, you pervert. I'm going
to have your job!".



Just like I have yours Melissa, said the Doll.


"OH!", said Melissa in humiliation. She felt him grab the
waistband of her childish cotton underpants and tug them down.
She felt the cool air on her now naked behind. The tight panties
were now down around her legs, making it difficult to kick.
"Don't make it worse, Missy", said the guard. "I doubt very
much your mother will mind, once she hears how you've behaved.
Looking down at the child's naked red behind, he began again to
spank her.

Whack! Whack! Whack!

"Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww"! screamed the chastised executive.

Whack! Whack! Whack!


Spank her naked heinee!, said the doll.


Whack! Whack! Whack!

Again and again, he spanked Melissa's naked ass. Melissa herself
could not believe the pain. The world seemed to spin. She felt
only the pain, the humiliation. Dimly, she heard the doll's
taunts.

Melissa's a little girl. Melissa's a little girl. She's getting
her naked little behind spanked!

Whack! Whack! Whack!


Melissa could take no more. Forgetting herself completely, she
cried out through her tears, her voice hitching,
"I'm.... I'm... I'm, so... so.... sorry, sir, really I am.
I'll be a goo.. good little girl--I promise! only please stop
spanking me!...".
"All right then," said the guard, pausing in his task "I'm
sorry it had to be like that. However, you deserved it... and
your mother will still have to be told...". He finished speaking
and pulled Melissa's panties up. Still sniffling, Melissa got to
her feet, her hands trying to sooth her burning ass. She was a
humiliated, punished little girl who had been spanked. She had no
illusions of her status. How could this have happened to me?, she
wondered. She was no longer the powerful executive that she had
been an hour ago. Her thoughts were interrupted by the guard.
"Go stand in the corner, Missy, and think about what you've
done. I've got to call management and get them up here-- they'll
know what to do with you..."


They will indeed, Melissa. You'll be treated as you deserve-- as
a punished and chastised little girl. OH this is rich, taunted
the doll. Go stand in the corner, little girl!


Melissa didn't respond to the silent taunts but instead went the
corner. She caught site of herself in the mirror as she passed.
Her brown hair was wet and stringy. Where was her own beautiful
blond hair? Her face was red and splotchy from crying, and her
clothes....well, she knew how she was dressed. Her little girl
party dress was wrinkled, and it seemed to have settled even
higher on her waist. Her white cotton underpants showed more than
ever. Her ankle socks had fallen slightly during her kicking,
accenting the black mary janes even more.
She reached the corner and faced the wall. Her ass was on
fire, her underwear was showing, and she was a punished and
chastised little girl wearing a baby short party dress standing
in a corner of her own office! Her grown up clothes and adulthood
were only inches away, but they might have been on the moon for
all the good it would do her. As the guard made the phone call,
Melissa, once a powerful young executive in a power suit, now
faced the future as a humiliated little girl. What was she going
to do? People were on the way up here right now-- they were going
to SEE her like this! Her career and adulthood were OVER. She
began to cry.