Back in time

Chapter 1
Back in Time

Here’s a story that was inspired by a spanking video that Alec Leamus made me aware of. The plot is nothing new, but I hope readers will enjoy the various twists and turns. Text Begins:

Back in Time By Hal I don’t really know why I did it. I guess I thought I was being clever and daring. The thought of pulling the wool over everyone’s eyes filled with me excitement.

Let me explain. My name is Kim Dawson and I’m something of a computer wiz. Until a week ago I was a Systems Administrator for a regional bank. It was a good job for a recent college graduate, even if I did have to move to a new city to take it.

I rented a town house and began work. I was pretty busy and didn’t really have time for a social life. As the SYS ADMIN, My job required me to keep a certain distance from the other programmers. I wore business suits to appear professional-- after all, I was now the upwardly mobile career woman who needed to project the right image. I also made sure to always wear heels, as I’m not very tall. People respect height.

I’m afraid I came across as a severe young woman without a sense of humor. I guess I was more concerned with climbing the company ladder than being popular.

As you can image, I didn’t exactly have guys lining up to date me, and I considered myself attractive. I’m thin and in shape. My one big problem area was breast size, so I usually wore a padded bra to appear fuller up top. I had been thinking about doing something more permanent.

As I said, I didn’t have much of a social life. The other women at work were mostly peon secretarial types. They spent their days engaged in spiteful gossip. I had little time or patience with them.

Three secretaries in particular had become the bane of my existence. Susie, Cindy, and Jackie-- the "three bimbo’s" as I privately called them. They were thick as thieves and did everything they could to undermine me. I guess they were jealous that I was young with a fast track career while they were stuck in dead end secretarial jobs.

One of them, Susie, was going to night school to become a programmer. She was in her early 30’s and a little too old to be thinking about a career change. She was always asking for special favors to attend school or permission to arrive late. I had to stomp on her pretty hard. This hadn’t exactly endeared me to her or the other peons.

As a result of all this, I had been in town for nine months and had only made one good friend-- Clarice Stewart, head of Human Resources.

Clarice was a divorced older woman of 38 who lived with her daughter, Sara. Sara was 14 and attended the local Catholic school, St. Mary’s. I got along great with both of them and usually hung out at their place.

Last Friday morning I went to work early and then arranged to take the rest of the day off. Sara’s 9th grade class didn’t have school-- something about a teacher training conference. Clarice had taken a floating holiday and had invited me to spend the day with them. I thought it would be fun-- a great way to break the routine and kick off the weekend.

I went straight to Clarice’s house from the office. I sat on the couch looking at Sara trying on a new school jumper.

"You should be glad that you’re not in school anymore, Kim" said Sara, pulling on the hem of the jumper.

"OH, I don’t know Sara," I replied wistfully, looking up from a magazine that I was reading. "You don’t have any pressures and you don’t have to deal with the adult world. You should enjoy this time while you can."

I was feeling pretty glum. I still hadn’t had any luck with the local guys and work was one problem after another.

Clarice came in from the kitchen. She had overheard my last remark and said,

"Well, SOMEONE’s feeling a little sorry for themselves!"

She said this in a tone of irony, but I took it seriously.

"It’s not like that", I said. "It’s only that people never appreciate what they have until it’s gone. When I was in school, I couldn’t wait to grow up. I’d give anything to experience that time again-- no worries, no concerns. Too bad you can’t go back!"

Clarice looked at me in a funny way. She finally said,

"Have you thought about what that would mean? Going back in time? You wouldn’t be an adult anymore. Decisions would be made for you. You couldn’t drive or go where you wanted. You wouldn’t have money. People would treat you differently. Do you realize what you’d have to give up?"

I looked at her. What she was saying was true, but there were other things to consider.

"Give up the pressures of work?" I said. "Give up trying to find a mature, stable guy to date? Give up dealing with those catty secretaries? Yeah, that would be a lot to give up", I finished sarcastically.

Clarice just looked at me.

"Well," she said in an exasperated tone, "If you’re so eager to give it all up, why don’t you spend the day as Sara’s younger cousin? We’ll go to the mall or something."

Sara giggled.

"Yeah Kim", she said. "It might be nice to have a younger cousin!"

I laughed at her. The thought was intriguing. I knew I looked young, but how much could I get away with? Would people believe the impersonation? That was the thought that kept coming back to me. To pretend to be a schoolgirl again and have no pressures, no worries-- and all the while fooling everyone! It would be a fun, "dress up day". In an instant, I made my decision.

"I’ll take you up on that challenge," I said to Clarice.

She clapped her hands.

"Good!" she said. "That’s settled. However, let’s set the ground rules. You’ll be Sara’s younger cousin for the rest of the day. You’ll have to mind us both. Kim the adult Systems Administrator will be gone and Kim the schoolgirl will be in her place. No backing out, no changing your mind. Make sure this is what you want..."

"Ok Clarice," I said with a smile. "I agree. Now how do we make this happen?"

"Well," said Clarice seriously, "From this moment on you’re 12 years old and that’s how you’ll be treated. I think you’d better start calling me "mommy".

"Clarice!" I protested. "Is that really necessary? I mean we’re only pretending!"

Sara giggled again and Clarice just looked at me with a half smile. I groaned. Well, I did agree to the rules.

"I’m sorry mommy", I said in as contrite a voice as I could muster. Part of me was embarrassed, but a greater part was filled with excitement. This was going to be fun!

"That’s OK honey", said Clarice. "Now let me have your purse and car keys-- also your cell phone."

I was puzzled but handed my purse and phone over to her. Seeing my expression, Clarice said,

"Do 12 year old’s have cell phones, drive, and possess credit cards? I don’t think so..."

I blushed. I should have seen this coming. Still, I felt a little vulnerable without the familiar trappings of my adulthood.

"Now we have to do something about the clothes," said Clarice. "A 12 year old doesn’t wear a business suit with pantyhose and heels!"

This WAS something I had been prepared for. Still, the thought of giving up my adult clothes was disconcerting, now that my identification and other things had been confiscated.

All three of us went upstairs to the master bedroom. There were changing screens in the corner. Clarice told me to go behind them and undress.

I slipped off my heels and stood barefoot in stockings on the carpet. I handed the pumps around the side of the screens to Sara.

"Take good care of those," I said. "They’re expensive!"

I unbuttoned my blazer and slipped it off, and then did the same to my silk blouse. I flipped the garments over the top of the screens, and they were lost to my sight. I undid my pants and stepped out of them. With a sigh, I undid my bra and pulled down my panties and pantyhose.

I draped each garment over the lip of the screens and one by one, they vanished. I now stood there naked. A large towel came back over to me. I quickly wrapped it around myself and stepped out. I didn’t see my clothes about but figured they must have been put away in the closet or something.

"Go in and get a quick shower, darling", said Clarice. She handed me a small bottle.

"What’s this mommy?" I said, making sure to call Clarice by her new title.

Clarice looked pleased. "It’s a hair coloring shampoo. We’ll change you from a blond to a brunette for the day. Don’t worry, the color washes right out with the remover shampoo."

I wasn’t too happy about this, but it was only for the day. Seeing my hesitation, Clarice pulled the towel from me, leaving me standing there stark naked!

"Now run in and take your shower, sweetheart," said Clarice, dismissing me with a maternal swat on the bottom.

Humiliated, I ran naked to the bathroom. Clarice came in behind me. She held a small squirt bottle and before I knew what was happening, she sprayed my proud womanly bush.

"Hey, what’s the big idea!" I cried, looking down at myself.

"Just getting rid of a little hair, dear" said Clarice with a smile.

It seemed a little much to do just for a day, but I didn’t argue. After all, there wasn’t much I could do about it. Besides, I had shaved myself bare before.

I quickly showered up and used the special shampoo. I toweled my hair and looked in the mirror. WOW! The stuff had worked! I was no longer a blond but a brunette! I also noticed I was as bare as a newborn down at the crotch.

I sighed and wrapped myself up in another towel and emerged from the bathroom.

"Hey, said Sara, "That shampoo really works!"

Clarice told me to sit in the swivel chair before the vanity. She turned me away from the mirror and started to blow dry my newly colored hair. Sara and she fussed with it for several minutes, and I could tell they were putting it up in pigtails.

Clarice went to a drawer and came over with a small vial.

"What’s that mommy?" I said.

"It’s a semi-permanent make-up. The hairstyle and clothes will make you look younger, but we’ll give you freckles to really do the job right..."

I started to protest, but Clarice cut me off.

"Now don’t worry, Kimmie---it comes right off with the remover. It’s just like that fake tattoo make-up you see all the girls wearing."

I sighed and nodded. In for a penny, in for a pound I thought.

I leaned back as Clarice took a make-up pencil and started to dab around my cheeks and nose. I wanted to look in the mirror but Clarice wouldn’t let me.

Sara had left during all of this and now came back in the room holding a bundle of clothes. She had changed and was wearing tight faded blue jeans and a tight cotton top. She was getting her figure and looked older than her 14 years.

"I found these in my closet, Mom" said Sara. "I don’t know if they’ll fit Kimmie..."

I blushed. It seemed my new name for the day was going to be "Kimmie"! I looked at the clothes on the bed and gasped.

"But those will never fit me!" I exclaimed.

The clothes on the bed consisted of a vest and panty set of thick white cotton. The panties were "days of the week" and these had "Friday" embroidered on the left leg opening. A school jumper was there, along with a white "peter pan" blouse. Black mary janes and white ankle socks completed the collection.

"You’d be surprised," said Clarice. She yanked the towel from around me.

"Hey!" I cried, trying to cover my bald pussy and small tits with my hands.

"Oh, stop it, Kimmie", said Clarice. "I’ve seen naked little girls before!"

Sara giggled and I could see her look at me with new interest. Now that she had seen me naked, I could see that she now longer thought of me as "grown up Kim", but as someone not as developed as she was!

"Where’s my grown up underwear?" I asked. "At least let me wear that-- after all, no one will see." I said this last almost in desperation.

"Oh Kimmie," said Clarice. "Don’t be silly. Little girls don’t wear silken underpants and expensive pantyhose- - and as for a bra, you don’t really need one!"

I was mortified, but said nothing.

Clarice held open the panties and I stepped into them. They were a far cry from the grown up underwear I was used to wearing! My new panties were thick, cotton and juvenile- - and they also had the day of the week stenciled on them! Next came the vest.

"But I need a bra!" I wailed.

"Doesn’t look like it to me," said Sara.

It was true. The vest tended to flatten my already small breasts. Without my padded bra I had almost no definition, no shape. The cotton panties somehow made my ass seem flat and boring.

I blushed with embarrassment as Clarice tucked my vest into the cotton underpants. She let the waistband of the panties go with a loud "SNAP".

I was brought before a full-length mirror hung on the back of the bedroom door.

I couldn’t believe what I saw! I was standing there in little girl underwear, completely flat chested with my vest tucked into my cotton panties. My hair looked brown and lifeless, up in pigtails with bangs in the front. My cheeks and nose appeared to have freckles.

I looked years younger! I had always looked young, but this make over had really done a job on me! I was almost in a state of shock. Where was the adult Kim in her fashionable business power suit, tasteful make-up, and high heels? Who was this little girl who starred back at me in the mirror?

"Oh my GOD!" was all I could say.

"Like my handiwork?" said Clarice.

"I can’t believe this mommy," I said. I was beginning to have second thoughts about this whole thing, but didn’t say anything.

Clarice next handed me a pair of glasses-- black, horned rimmed glasses with white tape on the bridge.

"Put these on," she commanded. "They’re props from an old Halloween costume--nothing but glass, but they’ll help add to the effect."

I did as I was told.

"Uhgg!" I said as I looked at myself in my little girl underwear and horn rimmed glasses. "I look like a cotton pantied geek!"

The peter pan blouse and school jumper came next. I then sat on the bed while Sara put on my white ankle socks and squeezed my feet into the black mary-janes. I stood up and went back to the mirror.

"Mommy," I cried, pulling at the hem of the jumper, "This dress is too short! My underpants will show!" It was true. While my flat, cotton underpanted ass was covered standing perfectly still, it didn’t take much movement to give the world a peak at my "days of the week" panties!

"I think you look fine," said Clarice.

I continued to stare in the mirror in disbelief. Where did I go? Where was Kim the 22 year old Systems Administrator? Just an hour ago I was a career women wearing my fashionable business clothes. Now I stood dressed as a schoolgirl, a child whose white cotton underpants peaked out from her too-short jumper. My hair was in pigtails and the color changed to a mousy brown. I wore horned rimmed glasses. There was now no sign of the adult person I had been. How could my adulthood have disappeared so fast?

I looked at Clarice. I sensed that we both knew that my adulthood was history, and that I was no longer a busy independent career woman. My self-image as a competent adult professional was in tatters.

I looked again in the mirror. I simply couldn’t go through with this. I couldn’t go out in public looking like a 12 year old little girl, even if no one recognized me. It would be to humiliating, too much of a blow to my already battered self-esteem.

"Clarice," I said, switching back to her given name as a signal that I was calling off this game. "I think I’ve changed my mind. I can’t go to the mall looking like a little girl!"

"What are you talking about, Kimmie?" said Clarice. "And since when are we on a first name basis?"

I blushed.

"Cut it out Clarice," I said. "This won’t work. We both know I’m not really 12. This is just too weird. I’m calling this whole thing off. I just want to get out of these children’s clothes and back into my adult business suit."

I paused, looking around, noticing again that my power suit and grown up underwear were nowhere in sight.

"Where are my clothes?" I asked.

"Why, you’re wearing them Kimmie", said Clarice. "I don’t know what you mean-- what business suit?-- and what did I tell you about calling me by my first name?"

I groaned. Clarice was determined to go through with this!

"I’m sorry mommy," I said, switching tactics. "I don’t want to be a little girl again. I want my grown up life back. I want my car keys, my pumps and pantyhose. You know- - my grown up stuff!"

"Kimmie", said Clarice smirking. "I still don’t know what you’re talking about. Little girls don’t drive cars, and they don’t wear high heels. And you’re much too young to even THINK about wearing pantyhose!"

I clenched my hands in frustration. Clarice was going to hold me to our agreement. Like it or not, I was going to spend the rest of the day as a 12 year old school girl-- Sara’s little cousin!

"At least give me back my bra!" I pleaded.

"Your too young to wear a bra, honey", said Clarice with condescension.

"And you don’t really need it" chimed in Sara.

I’m afraid I lost it a bit at that point. I stamped my foot down, my fists clenched.

"I want my bra! I want my bra!" I screamed.

It didn’t have the effect I’d hoped. Sara looked at me.

"Don’t be such a baby, Kimmie!" she said. I have to admit I was a little embarrassed at my outburst. Here I was the big independent career woman screaming and carrying on like a little girl!

Clarice looked at me and said,

"That’s enough out of you, young lady!--another outburst like that and I’ll take you over my knee!"

I looked at her. My god, she was really serious! The thought of being taken across my friends knee and being spanked like a truculent little girl was just to horrible to dwell on. I would have to tough things out until the end of the day.

I looked down at the floor.

"I’m sorry mommy," I said in a small voice.

"That’s better", said Clarice. She looked at Sara.

"Sara, go get one of your back packs and put some of your old 7th grade school books in it. Put in a coloring book and crayons as well. Kimmie can carry that around..."

I groaned as I was propelled out the door and down the stairs. In no time I had the backpack and we were all set to leave.

I felt strange walking outside dressed as I was. The wind played with my jumper, and I was taking small, hesitant steps trying to hold it down. After all, I didn’t want the world to see my cotton underpants with every step!

In the bright sun my legs looked white and thin. Without the protection of my pantyhose and heels I felt small and childish.

I looked around. Everything was the same as was when I had arrived. There was my car by the curb. The birds still sang in the trees and the air still smelled like fresh cut grass. The same and yet not the same.

For one, I was no longer dressed in my business clothes. I didn’t have my car keys, my purse, or my cell phone. I was back out in the world a changed person. From adult to helpless little girl in 120 minutes!

I moved towards the front door of Clarice’s car and was stopped by Sara.

"Hey cousin," she said. "The YOUNGEST has to sit in the back!"

I groaned. Whenever we had gone somewhere in the past, it was always understood that the youngest had to sit in the back. Of course, that had meant Sara. Now things were different. I was the youngest.

I got in the rear seat fuming, tossing my pack in and wrestling with my short jumper. I flushed beat read with humiliation as Clarice reached in and buckled my seat belt.

"Now you’re all set," she said.

I tried to pull my jumper lower on my thighs to no avail. I pouted in silence all the way to the mall.

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We arrived at to the mall without further incident. I had the book bag slung across my back as we entered. I was still taking small steps trying to keep my underpants from showing.

"C’Mon squirt, Hurry up!" said Sara.

I looked at her. She still had on the faded blue jeans. She was a tall, pretty girl. By comparison, I felt like a complete dork in my school uniform, my hair in pigtails.

I didn’t help matters that I shopped in this mall often. How many times had I came in this same entrance, my high heels taping on the marble, walking confidently about in my executive pant suit?

I looked around. No one was giving me a second glance. I felt ignored. I was used to catching every male eye when I was in a public place such as this. Now I was just dismissed as a stupid little girl, far too young to be of any interest.

Clarice stopped at a shoe store that we both shopped at regularly. I moaned as we went in.

I caught sight of the young sales clerk, Julie, a junior college girl of about 19. She knew all of us, having waited on us many times in the past. Why, she had helped me pick out a pair of pumps just two days ago! Of course, I had been an adult then-- would she recognize me?

I held my breath as she came over. I looked on in envy at her outfit-- light blue blouse, trim black skirt, black hose and heels. I tugged again at the hem of my school jumper.

"Hello Mrs. Stewart," said Julie. "How are you-- nice to see you back". Clarice nodded and smiled. The girl paused and looked at Sara and me. She didn’t even blink.

"Hey Sara, how’s it going?" She and Sara gave each other a high five.

"And whose this?" smiled Julie, finally looking directly at me. Sara spoke up.

"This is my cousin from up north. She’s going to be spending some time with us-- her name is Kimmie."

"Oh, just like your friend Ms. Dawson" said Julie, patting me on the head. She then dismissed me without another glance.

"Speaking of Ms. Dawson," said Julie, "If you see her anytime soon, please let her know that we expect to get a shipment of those navy pumps that she was looking at the other day..."

"I’m sure she knows," said Clarice with a slight sideways glance in my direction.

I could only stand there in my school jumper and fume. I had thought it would be great fun to fool people, but the laugh was on me! It was terrible to stand there and not be recognized for the adult that I was!

I huffed and walked over to a display. I caught sight of myself in the mirror and saw that once again I was losing the battle to keep my underpants concealed. I once again tugged on the hem of my school jumper. It was getting to be a habit. A step. A tug. A step. A tug.

I picked up a high-heeled shoe and looked at it. Might as well get some shopping done as long as I’m here. I could always come back later as my adult self.

I was startled as Julie came over and took the shoe from me.

"Please Kimmie, don’t touch the merchandise. They’re very expensive..."

I turned beat red with humiliation. I had stood here two days ago, an adult woman who had been treated with respect and dignity. I had been an independent career woman! Now this same sales girl didn’t even recognize me in the schoolgirl who stood before her! I was being treated like an errant child!

I stormed away and went towards the back of the store. There was a display rack and I thought I’d just look at the shoes... not TOUCH, but LOOK.

At least that was the plan. The rack was narrow and free standing. As I walked around it my stupid backpack caught the edge and before I knew it, the rack tipped over! There was a loud crash, and shoes were scattered everywhere. I stood there, frozen.

Julie came over and I could see she was mad. Clarice and Sara were right behind her. I finally recovered my voice,

"I’m sorry," I began. "I don’t know what happened..."

"Are you all right?" asked Julie. Without waiting for a reply, she went on.

"Kimmie, weren’t you told not to touch anything? Look what you’ve done!

I could only stand there, one hand clutching the hem of my jumper and my head down in shame. I felt like an awkward little girl who couldn’t be trusted to be on her own.

It was ironic. As a real little girl I was something of geek, always playing with my computer or studying. I had been a gawky teen with no fashion sense and a bit of a klutz. I had outgrown all that and blossomed into a confident professional woman who carried herself with grace and style. I was always impeccably dressed, the very model of high fashion.

Yet in one morning all that had been swept away. Fashionable clothes had been replaced with a school jumper. Expensive lingerie had been replaced with cotton panties. Mary Janes were on my feet instead of high heeled pumps. I was no longer the cool, poised young woman that I been only hours ago. That woman was gone, and in her place was a klutzy schoolgirl who couldn’t keep her underpants from showing!

My face must have shown my inner turmoil, for Julie took pity on me and said kindly,

"I’m sorry I was cross with you Kimmie, it’s not a big deal... No real harm done... but please, just don’t touch anything else, ok? Now go and sit down like a good little girl..."

She gave me a swat on the bottom, dismissing me a child who had wronged but was forgiven. I was mortified. The same sales girl who had formally been so deferential and attentive to me as an adult now only saw me only as a backward little girl!

I nodded, crushed. Clarice glared at me.

"You go sit in the chair and try not to get into any more trouble!" she hissed, more like a mother who had been embarrassed by her child then a friend, equal and colleague. Humiliated, I did as I was told. I sat there until Clarice and Sara had finished. This day was turning into a nightmare! I just wanted it to end so I could reclaim my adulthood.

We left the shoe store and Sara wanted to go by the Victoria Secret shop. I was reluctant to go in. Perhaps the merchandise reminded me of what I had given up when I had agreed to become a schoolgirl. After all, expensive lingerie is the prerogative of the adult woman, not the child.

I saw the store manager, Mrs. Joyce Danvers. Here was another woman who I knew well...she had sold me many fine pieces of delicate unmentionables in the past!

Hellos were exchanged all around and I felt my pulse race when Mrs. Danvers said to me, "Hello there dear... you look so familiar to ... I swear I’ve seen you before!"

Sara quickly jumped in with the "cousin from up north" cover story and Mrs. Danvers seem satisfied. Turning towards Clarice, Mrs. Danvers said,

"Clarice, we have some lovely bras that just came in last week. In fact, your friend Kim was in and bought two of them. She has such a lovely figure..."

Sara then took the opportunity to really rub things in by saying,

"Mom, shouldn’t we get Kimmie a bra?".

Both Clarice and Mrs. Danvers laughed.

"I’m afraid Kimmie is just a little too young for a bra," said Mrs. Danvers. "However, we do have a selection of vests in the corner". She pointed and I saw a rack that was stocked with little girl underwear, mainly Disney prints with various characters from movies. "Lilo & Stitch" seemed to be the most popular choice.

I blushed. Mrs. Danvers had sold me numerous bras in the past. It was hard to reconcile her comments within my own mind. As Kim Dawson, adult, I had a lovely figure. As "Kimmie" I was only qualified to wear Disney print cotton underwear...- not a bra but a vest! Yet I was the same person! Or was I? Did clothes truly make (or unmake) the woman? Something about that last thought seemed very familiar but I didn’t have time to reflect on it.

Mrs. Danvers excused herself as there were other shoppers. Several well dressed young women in business suits, obviously on their lunch hour, had entered the store. I was envious. On another occasion, I could have been one of those shoppers!

Sara had picked up a few nightgowns and wanted to try them on. She had also chosen a cotton baby doll for me that had "Scooby Doo" on the front of it.

Protesting, I was led to a changing booth off to the side. We went in together.

"Come on Sara," I said, "We both know I’m not really 12. I’m 22 and you better remember that...- I’m not going to try on that nightgown!".

Sara just looked at me and smiled. She spun me around and unzipped my jumper.

"Hey!", I cried, "stop undressing me!". Sara ignored me and soon I was standing there in just my vest, panties, socks, and Mary Janes. My back was to the door.

I decided that enough was enough and I was determined that I was not going to try on the childish baby doll. I backed up a step.

I was unprepared for what happened next. The door was closed but the not completely shut. As my back hit the door, it gave way and opened! I fell out backwards into the store!

I landed in an undignified heap, a clumsy girl in her childish underwear! I was mortified! I leaped to my feet and tried to cover myself as best I could. "OH!" I cried, one hand across my chest and the other at my crotch. I turned around, crossed my hands and placed them on my ass. With my palms up, I tried to cover my panties. It was no use! Everyone was seeing me in my underpants!

Everyone was starring at me! Clarice and Mrs. Danvers stood there slack jawed while the other shoppers laughed and pointed. Sara had come out of the booth and was trying to help me. "Get away from me!" I cried in rage and embarrassment. Standing there exposed in my little girl underwear, I was aware how the other patrons were dressed. They were all wearing business suits, high heels and pantyhose. They were safe and secure in their adulthood while I was just a panty exposed geek!

I started to run down the aisle but stopped short when Mrs. Danvers stood in my way and grabbed my ear. "OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" I yelled, a caught little girl.

"Honestly child, what’s the matter with you?" said Mrs. Danvers. "Polite little girls don’t go running around in just their underpants! If I was your mother, I’d give you a good spanking!".

"Here, let me take her" said Clarice. She took me by the arm and half dragged me to the changing booth. When we were inside, she said,

"Honestly Kimmie, what am I going to do with you? First you almost wreck the shoe store and now you go running about in public in just your underwear! Mrs. Danvers has a good idea...maybe you should be spanked!".

I was mortified, humiliated, and more than a little angry.

"Clarice", I said hotly. "Stop treating me like a little girl! I’m a grown-up! I want to end this game RIGHT NOW!". I was practically in tears.

The next thing I knew I was over Clarice’s knee...my best friend was spanking me! Whack! Whack! Whack!

"Little girls don’t call adults by their first names," said Clarice. Whack! Whack! Whack! Again and again, her hands came down on my cotton pantied ass. I couldn’t believe it! I was being spanked like a naughty child! Whack! Whack! Whack!

"Ouch! Please stop!" I cried. "I’m sorry Mommy! I’ll be good!". Whack! Whack! Whack!

"You better be or I’ll tan the hide right off you!" said Clarice.

She stopped spanking me and had me stand up. I was rubbing my sore behind. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. I was a 22 year old woman...a trained professional... and I was standing there freshly spanked in little girl undies!

I knew that Clarice was going to hold to our agreement and that I was not going to be let off the hook. She wiped my nose and helped me back into my school uniform.

As we left the booth, I saw that everyone in the store had heard me get spanked...they all had knowing smiles on their faces. I clutched Clarice’s hand and tried to make myself as small as possible. Sara was smirking.

"Let’s go, underwear girl," she said.

As we left, Clarice suggested we get something to eat. I looked at the clock on the wall of a store we passed and saw that it was only 1:00 p.m. It seemed a lifetime ago since this morning when I had been an adult.

Sara announced she had to use the restroom so we headed down the mall and turned down the corridor that held the bathrooms and the phones. As we did, my heart jumped into my throat.

Sitting on a bench were Susie, Jackie, and Cindy, the "three bimbos" from the office!

I stopped short as Susie looked up.

Clarice, Hi!" said Susie. "What are you guys doing here?"

Clarice looked at Susie and said, "Oh, we’re just doing some shopping. You know my daughter, Sara, right?"

"I sure do, hiya honey" said Susie, looking at Sara. She then turned her attention towards me. I held my breath, hoping she wouldn’t recognize me. If she did, I would be finished at the office.

I had always insisted that the secretaries address me as "Ms. Dawson". If they knew their aloof boss was standing in front of them dressed as a schoolgirl, I would lose their respect and would never be able to exercise any authority over them again!

Susie looked at Clarice and said,

"We just finished lunch and are about to head back to the office. I see you’re using your day off wisely!" she said with a smirk. She broke off and looked at me in a puzzled manner.

"Do you have a another daughter we don’t know about?" she asked, speaking to Clarice. She was still looking at me strangely, as if something wasn’t quite right.

"Susie," said Clarice, "This is Kimmie, Sara’s cousin from up north. She’s going to be staying with us for a while."

Susie’s faced cleared immediately. I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh, that’s what it is. She looks so familiar but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. Kimmie, huh?" Susie paused and then began speaking again, looking at me.

"Do you know I work for a Kimmie?" she asked me. "Well, not a Kimmie, but a "Ms. Dawson". Her first name is Kim, though". Susie practically spat this last out.

I just shook my head, and tried to hide behind Clarice. I was mortified to be seen with my hair in pigtails and in a school uniform in front of people who worked for me!

"She’s a little shy," said Clarice in way of an explanation. I saw her smile.

"Susie", said Clarice. "Would you mind looking after Kimmie for a moment. Sara and I are going to the ladies room. We’ll be back in a few minutes..."

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing! Clarice was going to leave me in the charge of the secretaries!

Before I could say anything, Susie said,

"Not a problem, Clarice." With that, she and Sara went down the hall and into the bathroom.

I stood there feeling uncomfortable. I held one arm across my stomach while the other was trying to hold down the hem of my jumper. My feet were turned inwards. I looked at the three women, staring at me.

I suppose what really got to me was that they were all wearing their grown up business clothes while I was standing there dressed as a little girl. While they were wearing high heels, I was wearing mary-janes. Where they were wearing pantyhose, I was wearing ankle sox. And on it went.

I edged away from the women, until I was practically standing back out of the corridor and along the edge of the wall.

I had to get out of there!

"I’ll just wait over there," I said, pointing to a book store across the hall.

I turned to walk away but Susie had jumped up and grabbed me by the arm.

"Wait a minute, sweetie... you can’t go off by yourself. You’re too little..."

I tried to pull away. I suppose I had finally reached my boiling point. Being dressed as a schoolgirl. Being treated as child in the shoe store. And now here I was in the care someone who worked for me but didn’t recognize me!

"Let me go!" I shouted. "You let me go RIGHT NOW you COW!" I yelled. I really don’t know what had gotten into me. I had just had enough. I was leaving. Someone I would get home, even if I had to walk.

Susie had other ideas. She still wouldn’t let go of my arm.

"Why you little brat!" she said. "I have half a mind to spank you!"

"Then we’re both in agreement that you have half a mind, you nazi bitch!" I said, totally forgetting I was supposed to be acting like a polite little girl.

"That’s IT!" said Susie, "You asked for this, and now you’re going to GET IT!"

She took me by the arm and started pulling me over to the bench. I tried to pull away, alarmed when I realized what she was going to do. She was going to spank me!

"Wait a minute" I shouted. "I’m not a little girl. I’m NOT a little girl. You’re making a mistake!"

"You’re the one whose made a mistake, young lady!" said Susie.

She had pulled me over her knee and flipped up my jumper, exposing my white cotton underpants for all to see. I struggled for all I was worth, kicking my mary janed feet but it did no good.

"OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" I yelled as the first swat came down on my ass.

"Wait! Please!" I said. "You’re making a MISTAKE! I’m NOT a schoolgirl-- I’m an adult! OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" whack! whack! whack!

"I hope you know you deserve this, young lady," said Susie as she spanked me, totally ignoring what I was saying. whack! whack! whack!

Through the pain and humiliation, a part of me wondered what Susie what have said if she had known that she was spanking her boss!

I mean, here was this BIMBO secretary who didn’t even recognize me in my little girl persona. I had always treated her and the other secretaries with hostility and contempt. And now she was SPANKING me! whack! whack! whack!

"But you don’t UNDERSTAND" I wailed. "I’m not really a child. Let me UP!" whack! whack! whack!

My face was as red as my bottom. I thought the spanking was over but then Susie pulled down my panties!

"Don’t you dare spank me on my naked bottom you roman cow!" I shouted.

"You are one foul mouthed little girl!" said Susie. "And now you’re really going to get what you deserve!"

She continued to spank me before finally stopping. She made me stand and pull up my panties. I was crying, humiliated. Susie stood there in her grown up business clothes and I felt like a naughty little girl, a punished little geek!

I saw Clarice and Sara coming back down the hall and I panicked.

Before anyone could stop me, I took off running. Susie yelled and started after me but I was soon lost in the crowd. People were looking at me, starring.

I went down the escalator and into a side corridor. I was going home and getting out of these ridiculous clothes! I just wasn’t sure how I was going to do that!

I was breathing hard, looking around. I was really keyed up. My ass was on fire, my stomach was in knots, and I suddenly had to pee in the worst way!

As I was looking around for a restroom, someone grabbed my arm and spun me around.

I was startled, and I’m afraid my bladder let go-- I had wet myself!

"Got you!" cried a man with thin red hair who was wearing a blazer. With him was a female security guard.

"Let me go, you bastard!" I cried, looking down at the puddle I had just created on the floor. My panties were soaked!

"Oh god, she’s wet herself" said the man with the red hair to the security guard. "Why do these things always happen to me?"

He looked at down at me.

"What a filthy mouth you have, little girl. Maybe you don’t recognize me, but I’m Sam Grant, the truant officer at St. Mary’s. I’ve caught two of your friends and now I’ve caught YOU. Cutting class and going to the mall is a VERY serious offense. You’re in big trouble."

I looked at him. I could not believe the way this day was going.

I started to pull away from him.

"You’re making a mistake!" I cried. "I’m 22 years old. I’m not a student!"

He just laughed. He spoke quickly to the female guard who quickly took me in tow. We stopped by the security office and she picked up a bag from a locker. Then we went into a restroom.

"Please" I said to her. "You’ve got to believe me. I’m not a schoolgirl-- I’m not who I appear to be!"

The bored guard looked at me.

"Whatever you say, honey," she said. "Let’s get you out of those wet panties."

With that, she easily lifted me up onto the "baby’s changing station" in the bathroom. I blushed hotly as she pulled off my cotton panties.

"Wha wha what’s that?" I asked as she pulled out a disposable diaper from the bag.

"We can’t have you having accidents all over the place, now can we honey? Now, lift your bottom."

She practically pulled me up and slid the diaper under me. I squealed when the plastic pads came into contact with my sore ass. The guard quickly taped the diaper on and pulled up a pair of plastic pants. Then she stood me on my feet.

I was almost in shock. I was back in diapers! I was educated, a professional woman with a responsible job. I was used to people like this guard doing what I told them. Now I had been diapered!

The diapers were hot and sticky. I could feel the heat rising in my plastic pants. It was a far cry from the silken panties and pantyhose that I was used to wearing!

As we left the bathroom, I cringed as I heard the plastic rustling from beneath my jumper. Worse, the bulky diaper was plainly visible!

Mr. Grant was waiting by the back entrance and quickly led me outside. I was protesting all the way.

"But you don’t UNDERSTAND!" I yelled. "I don’t need to go to school. I’m a GROWN UP"!

Mr. Grant just laughed.

"Sure honey, you just keep that up. I’d like to see what the sister’s say when they hear that load of bilge coming from you. If you’ll take my advice, you’ll be quiet as a mouse as we go back to school."

With that, he put me in the van. I saw there were two other girls--obviously the ones who were caught cutting class. Didn’t these people understand? I wasn’t a schoolgirl!

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I sat in the back of the van with the two other girls, my ass stinging from the recent spanking. I tried to formulate a plan of escape but for some reason, it seemed so hopeless; after all, how do you escape from childhood?

I pushed these melancholy thoughts aside. It was a simple matter of transformation-- I just needed to get back home. My adult life was waiting-- my job, clothes, my grown up underwear, my life.

Of course, that was easier said then done. I had no money, no identification, and no car. I was dressed as a 12 year old schoolgirl and people actually believed that’s how old I really was.

We drove through the gates of the school and up the drive to the administration building. A stern faced nun was waiting for us.

"It’s Sister Bertrille!" said one of the girls. That didn’t sound good.

"The old witch" said the other girl. "There’s a rumor going around that she can fly!"

The van stopped and we all piled out. Mr. Grant said a few words to the nun and then drove off.

We were told to line up and Sister Bertrille walked up and down, looking at us with a critical eye.

"I’m disappointed in all of you," she said. "You all know better than to try to cut class. You should CERTAINLY know better than to go to the mall-- that’s the first place we look for truants!"

She paused in her harangue and looked at me critically.

"Child, I don’t know you-- are you a new student? And what’s this?" she asked, seeing my diapers and plastic pants peeking out from under the hem of my jumper.

The other girls snickered, but became silent at a frosty glance from the sister.

"Ummmm" I replied. "Can I speak with you alone?" I asked. I would have to take a chance and tell this nun the truth. Hopefully, she could help me out and get me back home.

"I’m going to speak to EACH of you alone" she said to me in an ominous tone. Let me tell you, that REALLY didn’t sound good.

We were led inside the building and down to a detention room. The smell of the place awakened old memories for me. A school is a school, I thought glumly.

My diapers were really becoming hot and itchy. Even childish cotton panties sounded good as an alternative. I really missed the comfort of my silken panties and sleek pantyhose. It was funny. They were garments that I had taken totally for granted. Now that I no longer had access to them, they were precious. Of course, being in disposable diapers had a lot to do with that.

I sat down at a desk and we were all told to open the writing tablets that were sitting there. We were told to write 1000 times "I must not skip school"! I couldn’t believe it. I was back in school, forced to do a childish punishment!

I sat there, squirming in my diapers, writing the lines until called by Sister Bertrille. Finally! I would get a chance to explain things and get back to normal, back to my adult self.

I walked down the hall, following the sister and trying to keep my diapers from showing. We entered her office and I was told to take a seat.

Sister Bertrille stood above me and said,

"Child, you’re wearing our school uniform, but I don’t know you-- are you a new student at this school? Now, tell me who you are and who your mother is so we can call her. Don’t lie to me, you’re in enough trouble as it is."

I looked at her. This was it.

"Sister," I began. "I’ve going to tell you something that might be hard to believe. I’m not really 12 years old. I’m an adult. My name is Kim Dawson and I’m 22. I work at a bank. My friend gave me a make over and had me put on this uniform. We went to the mall-- we thought it would be fun to see if I could pass for a schoolgirl. Things got out of hand and the truant officer picked me up. You’ve got to believe, this is all as mistake-- I’m not a child, I’m an adult!"

I said this all in a rush and looked at the sister. She had listened first with an air of expectancy and then with a look of total disbelief. I instantly knew I had not gotten through to her.

"Child," she said at last. "That’s the wildest story I have EVER heard given by a student to get out of trouble. I told you before not to lie to me--- now, one last time-- let’s have the truth!"

I tried again, desperately trying to convince her. I saw the sister’s face darken as I went through my story again.

"So you’re an adult, are you?" the sister asked in an incredulous tone. "All right then. Where’s your ID, your driver’s license? Where are your adult clothes? Do you have car keys?"

"Well," I began. "I told you..." The sister cut me off with a loud sniff of disbelief.

"I’ve had enough of your lies, child. Do you know what happens to children who lie to their elders? They get spanked. That’s exactly what I’m going to do to you right now! Maybe then you’ll be in the mood to tell me the truth!"

With that she pulled me up, sat down in the chair, and forced me over her lap.

"But I TOLD you the truth!" I yelled. "I’m an adult! I’m 22 years old! You’re making a MISTAKE! I’m not a little girl! I have a job! I wear grown up clothes! I’m not a little girl, I’m not a little girl!"

My words fell on deaf ears. The sister pushed up my jumper and began spanking my diaper clad ass. whack! whack! whack!

"Little girls shouldn’t lie to adults, young lady!" exclaimed Sister Bertrille between swats.

"I’m not a young lady!" I cried. "I’m not supposed to be here! owwwwwwwwwwwwwww! you’re making a MISTAKE!" whack! whack! whack!

Again and again, I was spanked and my plea’s ignored. The sister pulled my plastic pants down and undid my diaper.

"Now I’ll spank you on your bare bottom!" she thundered.

"Owwwwwwwwwwwww!" I cried. "It hurts!"

This morning I had been a grown up, wearing a fashionable business suit. I had a job, a car, and people that worked for me. Now I was wearing a school uniform, bent over the lap of an angry nun, and was in the process of being spanked! whack! whack! whack!

I kicked my legs in frustration and pain, but still the spanking went on. I was crying, but still managed to say,

"I’m a grown woman--- I’m not a child!"

The Sister ignored me. She finally finished the spanking and I stood up, rubbing my stinging bottom. The sister had me pull up my plastic pants. I’m afraid I was blubbering at this point.

"Now are you going to tell me the truth?" asked Sister Bertrille. I looked at her. I could see she was never going to believe my story.

Totally defeated, I gave her Clarice’s cell phone #. I asked the sister to call her. I could only hope that Clarice was in the mood to end this game. After all, I had been through enough!

"Please call that number, sister" I blubbered. "You’re going to be in for a big surprise."

"The only thing I’m going to be surprised about young lady is if you don’t get another spanking for your behavior today!" said the sister coldly.

I was marched off to the nurse’s office. I was hoping to get a pair of panties, even if they were made only of cotton.

I was disappointed. The nurse told me to lie on the exam table on my stomach. She flipped up my jumper and pulled my plastic pants down about my thighs. My freshly spanked red bottom was on display for all to see! I felt like a chastised little girl. It was so humiliating!

The nurse then put a thermometer in my ass to take my temperature! I don’t know what was more red-- my ass or my face!

That’s how Clarice and Sara found me when they arrived 20 minutes later.

"Oh, this is rich" said Clarice when the nurse had left. "Look at the situation you’ve gotten yourself in to. Why did you run away at the mall, Kimmie?"

Kimmie. I was still Kimmie.

"Clarice, please! Enough is enough. I just want to go home, take a hot bath, and put on my adult clothes. I want to forget this day ever happened. This "Back in Time" idea was the biggest mistake I ever made!"

"Kimmie" said Clarice. "I think you’ve shown that you can’t handle being a grown up. I think you should stay just the way your are. Sara and I will take good care of you. Now, let’s get you back into your diaper and get you home! You will go to bed tonight very early-- we have lot’s to do tomorrow!"

I could only lay there and listen in disbelief. Clarice was not going to let me go back to being a grown up!

Sister Bertrille walked in and I pleaded with Clarice one last time.

"Please Clarice, tell the sister who I really am-- tell her I’m an adult!"

Sister Bertrille looked at Clarice, who said,

"Kimmie is Sara’s cousin who is staying with us for a while. I’d like to enroll her in the school. As you can see, she’s quite a handful with an active imagination!"

The sister looked down at me.

"Well, we’ll soon have her cured of this nonsense, or she’ll spend a lot of time getting her bottom warmed!"

All of the frustrations of the day came over me at once. I was not going to be allowed to go back to my grown up life-- everyone thought I was a child!

As these thoughts sank in, I completely lost it again. I began to have a tantrum on the table, kicking my legs and beating my fists. I must have looked a sight-- plastic panties at half-mast and a thermometer in my ass, carrying on and screaming like a little girl.

"I’m NOT a little girl, I’m NOT a little girl!" I cried over and over again. No one paid any attention to what I was saying.

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The following Monday I went back to school instead of back to work. I had really "gone back in time". Clarice made me call in a take all the vacation time I had on the books-- two weeks worth.

I’ve spent the last week going to Catholic school and doing 7th grade assignments. Clarice and Sara treat me well. They’re truly my friends who think they’re doing the right thing. I only hope they’ll let me go back to being an adult when my vacation time is up!

 

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