A different nurse approaches, wanting to partic...
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 21
by
copier
· original author:
gtstamer
"Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god! You won't believe what just happed!" Kayleigh shouted bursting into the lounge.
Svetlana, in her Russian accident, "Well, don't keep us waiting. Tell us the good news."
"My underwear.... I mean Eric... graduated today!" Kayleigh squealed.
"No way!" Allira gasped, hugging her. "I'm so proud of you!"
Of course the ladies would ignore the accomplishments of the little they tortured. Choosing instead to fawn over each other for passing their charges. You realized then there wasn't any hope for you. Even if you did get a chance to explain your story there'd be no way anyone, Allira included, would take your side. To your utter dismay you were seen as nothing more than a lost person in need of their guidence.
You dreaded Allira succeeding.
~*~
It has been months since Eric's wife, Alicia, dropped him off at the Center for Tiny Citizenship where Doctor Rachel Forest promptly recommended him for long-term Minus Dissociative Personality Disorder treatment. Since that time he's suffered non-stop torture at the hands of all the well-meaning nurses of the facility. Specifically from his assigned handler, nurse Kayleigh. Everything from being stretched into various pieces of clothing to be worn without mercy for indeterminate amounts of time to being made into gelatenous stress balls for the staff to take out all their frustrations on. Eric bore it all, albeit very unwillingly. All the while having been told it was all for his own good.
The only reprieve he got from the nurses constant misguided attentions were his weekly therapy sessions. An hour a week Eric underwent extreme psychological realignment by Doctor Miller. The express goal, of these one-on-one consolations, to cure him of the delusion he was meant to be anything except underwear, as per his wife's preference. She certainly didn't want him leaving the complex as a man.
It would interfere with her relationship with her regular sized boyfriend of course.
At first Eric was able to reform for those long discussions with Doctor Miller. However, as time went on, it became more and more difficult to return to his human self. It ached his sore muscles to withdraw themselves back from his underwear form. Usually by the time the talks were over he only managed to get partway back to his human shape before Doctor Miller stretched him out back to normal returning him to nurse Kayleigh. Much to everyone's joy, eventually Eric opted to voluntarily remain in his normal underwear form during his time with the doctor.
Night and day he spent around Kayleigh's hips comforting her wherever she went. His face, buried between her two massive moons, absorbing any sweat and gas that came from her. Smothered in absolute darkness having to hear the screams of pain coming from his owner's other items of clothing Eric became thankful to be her underwear. With the reality of his new reality overtaking his mind he embraced his destiny whole-heartedly. Eric strived to be the best pair if underwear he could possibly be.
After weeks went by without a word, peep, or groan coming from Kayleigh's underwear, she knew it was time for the final trial. In the final trial, the patient in question is taken to the Graduation Room. A special room lined with two-way glass on all the walls. There the patient is then placed on a table to be left alone to make a choice. To either return to being human or remain as the clothing item they've been trained to be.
The C.T.C. has a perfect reputation of always sending off their graduates to live fulfilling lives as everyday items. Period.
~*~
All the ladies in the break room stopped what they were doing immediately upon Svetlana announcing the news. They clapped, cheered, and whistled in elated exuberance for Kayleigh's success. Watching her receiving many hugs and congratulations Allira squeezed you in her fist imagining the day you too would graduate.
A feeling of remorse washed over her thinking about losing you on that day. She knew, by company policy, she couldn't keep you for herself. Allira even heard rumors of some of her fellow nurses visiting past patients but she couldn't confirm anything. No. No matter how possessive she was over you she had to send her you on your way once you were cured. All she could do now is enjoy the time she had with you during your stay in the rehabilitation ward.
Allira hoped it would be a very, very, VERY long time indeed.
~*~
Meanwhile at the police precinct...
"I'm truly sorry Miss Satō. I wish I could give you more information. There just aren't that many leads to go on just yet. However..." Veteran Detective Adam Hartness's smile was rueful as his gesture eloquent, raising his hand to indicate the door, "the investigation into your fiance's abduction is still ongoing."
He studied the features of the attractively young Japanese-American woman gazing back at him from across his wide, file filled, desk. Her silky-smooth raven-black hair, offset by a single pink rose, or Kamikazari, held in place by her hidden ear, rain down straight to the middle of her back. It cupped her honey-toned slender face allowing her large, almond-shaped, eyes to draw-in anyone's attention to the alluring beauty of her glossy black irises. Her pert, cardinal red, lips set neutrally under her concave nose. Portaying her contenance to be one of nobility. A very unique oddity for one of her nationality in this part of the world, Adam thought.
Miss Yamika Satō managed a polite smile. Her upbringing having taught her to aways show grace under fire. No matter the circumstances. Disappointment, heavy in her heart, would never taint her visage. Nor would any other unpleasant emotion for that matter.
She stood. "You've been very kind, Kogoro Hartness-san. I must apologize for taking up, far too much of, your valuable time." She excused, offering a curt bow to the investigator she came to see.
"Not at all Miss Satō. It was... a pleasure, as always." He reassured her.
She detected a hint of regret mingled with admiration in his voice. At any other time a man's glance upon her would've been too insignificant to concern herself over. Her charm lacked nothing, she knew, to attract even the most unwilling of gazes to regard her picturesqueness in high esteem. However, at this very moment, her thought were shadowed with worry. Dread, sprouting from the sudden dissapearance of her fiance', made her feel extremely uncomfortable in the leering views she found herself the center of. Especially so in the presence of the height-challenged investigator standing atop his chaotically disheveled desktop.
She turned to leave granting the detective the opportunity to take in her intricately exquisite attire. The grandeur of which clearly showed her social station without question. Miss Satō's flattering, form-fitting, Kimono accentuated the curves of her silhouette quite nicely. Inlaid throughout the vermillion red hue of her Kimono sat golden metallic Sakuras; symbolically know for hope. The extravagant Obi around her mid-section stood out clearly with their expertly weaved cherry blossom details. Astride dead-center her silk Obijime, decorated to match the floral style, was knotted expertly under her ivory Obidome. A very expensive ornamental pendant which the detective figured would cost him many decades of his pitiful salary.
Tilting his head further upwards he noted how her golden Obiage, between her bosom and the Obi, gave her ensemble a pop of color despite knowing its functionality to hide the strings. Above that the Hakoseko rested from between her beasts giving Adam a glimpse a thin strip of white at her colar. Miss Satō's Nagajuban. The fabric that separates skin from Kimono. A highly suggestive statement from a woman of her class and grace.
Adam walked to the end of his desk. "If any further information comes to light Miss Satō I'll have my secretary send word to you immediately."
She nodded exiting his office. Her formal Japanese Zori silencing her already dainty footsteps as she vanished off into the distance. The subtle sway of her hips mesmerizing. The detective lamented seeing her go yet had to appreciate watching her leave.
Svetlana, in her Russian accident, "Well, don't keep us waiting. Tell us the good news."
"My underwear.... I mean Eric... graduated today!" Kayleigh squealed.
"No way!" Allira gasped, hugging her. "I'm so proud of you!"
Of course the ladies would ignore the accomplishments of the little they tortured. Choosing instead to fawn over each other for passing their charges. You realized then there wasn't any hope for you. Even if you did get a chance to explain your story there'd be no way anyone, Allira included, would take your side. To your utter dismay you were seen as nothing more than a lost person in need of their guidence.
You dreaded Allira succeeding.
~*~
It has been months since Eric's wife, Alicia, dropped him off at the Center for Tiny Citizenship where Doctor Rachel Forest promptly recommended him for long-term Minus Dissociative Personality Disorder treatment. Since that time he's suffered non-stop torture at the hands of all the well-meaning nurses of the facility. Specifically from his assigned handler, nurse Kayleigh. Everything from being stretched into various pieces of clothing to be worn without mercy for indeterminate amounts of time to being made into gelatenous stress balls for the staff to take out all their frustrations on. Eric bore it all, albeit very unwillingly. All the while having been told it was all for his own good.
The only reprieve he got from the nurses constant misguided attentions were his weekly therapy sessions. An hour a week Eric underwent extreme psychological realignment by Doctor Miller. The express goal, of these one-on-one consolations, to cure him of the delusion he was meant to be anything except underwear, as per his wife's preference. She certainly didn't want him leaving the complex as a man.
It would interfere with her relationship with her regular sized boyfriend of course.
At first Eric was able to reform for those long discussions with Doctor Miller. However, as time went on, it became more and more difficult to return to his human self. It ached his sore muscles to withdraw themselves back from his underwear form. Usually by the time the talks were over he only managed to get partway back to his human shape before Doctor Miller stretched him out back to normal returning him to nurse Kayleigh. Much to everyone's joy, eventually Eric opted to voluntarily remain in his normal underwear form during his time with the doctor.
Night and day he spent around Kayleigh's hips comforting her wherever she went. His face, buried between her two massive moons, absorbing any sweat and gas that came from her. Smothered in absolute darkness having to hear the screams of pain coming from his owner's other items of clothing Eric became thankful to be her underwear. With the reality of his new reality overtaking his mind he embraced his destiny whole-heartedly. Eric strived to be the best pair if underwear he could possibly be.
After weeks went by without a word, peep, or groan coming from Kayleigh's underwear, she knew it was time for the final trial. In the final trial, the patient in question is taken to the Graduation Room. A special room lined with two-way glass on all the walls. There the patient is then placed on a table to be left alone to make a choice. To either return to being human or remain as the clothing item they've been trained to be.
The C.T.C. has a perfect reputation of always sending off their graduates to live fulfilling lives as everyday items. Period.
~*~
All the ladies in the break room stopped what they were doing immediately upon Svetlana announcing the news. They clapped, cheered, and whistled in elated exuberance for Kayleigh's success. Watching her receiving many hugs and congratulations Allira squeezed you in her fist imagining the day you too would graduate.
A feeling of remorse washed over her thinking about losing you on that day. She knew, by company policy, she couldn't keep you for herself. Allira even heard rumors of some of her fellow nurses visiting past patients but she couldn't confirm anything. No. No matter how possessive she was over you she had to send her you on your way once you were cured. All she could do now is enjoy the time she had with you during your stay in the rehabilitation ward.
Allira hoped it would be a very, very, VERY long time indeed.
~*~
Meanwhile at the police precinct...
"I'm truly sorry Miss Satō. I wish I could give you more information. There just aren't that many leads to go on just yet. However..." Veteran Detective Adam Hartness's smile was rueful as his gesture eloquent, raising his hand to indicate the door, "the investigation into your fiance's abduction is still ongoing."
He studied the features of the attractively young Japanese-American woman gazing back at him from across his wide, file filled, desk. Her silky-smooth raven-black hair, offset by a single pink rose, or Kamikazari, held in place by her hidden ear, rain down straight to the middle of her back. It cupped her honey-toned slender face allowing her large, almond-shaped, eyes to draw-in anyone's attention to the alluring beauty of her glossy black irises. Her pert, cardinal red, lips set neutrally under her concave nose. Portaying her contenance to be one of nobility. A very unique oddity for one of her nationality in this part of the world, Adam thought.
Miss Yamika Satō managed a polite smile. Her upbringing having taught her to aways show grace under fire. No matter the circumstances. Disappointment, heavy in her heart, would never taint her visage. Nor would any other unpleasant emotion for that matter.
She stood. "You've been very kind, Kogoro Hartness-san. I must apologize for taking up, far too much of, your valuable time." She excused, offering a curt bow to the investigator she came to see.
"Not at all Miss Satō. It was... a pleasure, as always." He reassured her.
She detected a hint of regret mingled with admiration in his voice. At any other time a man's glance upon her would've been too insignificant to concern herself over. Her charm lacked nothing, she knew, to attract even the most unwilling of gazes to regard her picturesqueness in high esteem. However, at this very moment, her thought were shadowed with worry. Dread, sprouting from the sudden dissapearance of her fiance', made her feel extremely uncomfortable in the leering views she found herself the center of. Especially so in the presence of the height-challenged investigator standing atop his chaotically disheveled desktop.
She turned to leave granting the detective the opportunity to take in her intricately exquisite attire. The grandeur of which clearly showed her social station without question. Miss Satō's flattering, form-fitting, Kimono accentuated the curves of her silhouette quite nicely. Inlaid throughout the vermillion red hue of her Kimono sat golden metallic Sakuras; symbolically know for hope. The extravagant Obi around her mid-section stood out clearly with their expertly weaved cherry blossom details. Astride dead-center her silk Obijime, decorated to match the floral style, was knotted expertly under her ivory Obidome. A very expensive ornamental pendant which the detective figured would cost him many decades of his pitiful salary.
Tilting his head further upwards he noted how her golden Obiage, between her bosom and the Obi, gave her ensemble a pop of color despite knowing its functionality to hide the strings. Above that the Hakoseko rested from between her beasts giving Adam a glimpse a thin strip of white at her colar. Miss Satō's Nagajuban. The fabric that separates skin from Kimono. A highly suggestive statement from a woman of her class and grace.
Adam walked to the end of his desk. "If any further information comes to light Miss Satō I'll have my secretary send word to you immediately."
She nodded exiting his office. Her formal Japanese Zori silencing her already dainty footsteps as she vanished off into the distance. The subtle sway of her hips mesmerizing. The detective lamented seeing her go yet had to appreciate watching her leave.
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