Sucking Up, by Clinediap

Chapter 3
Chapter 3

Chapter Description: by Clinediap

Alicia woke up a minute before her alarm, as she always did, rolled over and turned it off with a yawn. She slid out of her bed, stretching, making her way towards her bathroom for her morning shower. She stripped out of the T-shirt and panties she slept in, tossing them onto the back of her toilet, and stepped into the tub. The water was always cold for the first minute or so, no matter how far she turned the knob for hot water. It was still annoying, of course, but she had gotten used to it enough that it didn’t make her shout out loud when she felt it. In fact, in a way, it was sort of nice, in that it woke her up much quicker than a cup of coffee would.

She stared down at her body as the water, slowly warming, ran down it. It was something she did quite often - admire herself - perhaps too often. Very few people could say they were entirely happy with their bodies, and while she wasn’t one of them, she was closer than most. Sure, there were a few little things she disliked about herself, some things she wouldn’t mind changing when - not if - she had the money to afford some more plastic surgery. As she washed herself, she could see, just barely, the scars from her first, the one she’d saved her birthday money and allowance up for years and years to pay for, in her armpits. She always worried someone would notice them somehow, though she knew that she only saw them herself because she knew they were there.

After a few minutes, she turned the water off, grabbed her towel, stepped out of the bathtub carefully. She dried her hair off slightly before wrapping the towel around her body and getting out her flat iron. At the moment, still wet, it looked fine, but she knew that if she left it alone, it would turn into a curly yellow mass that would make Shirley Temple in her heyday jealous. The day she’d realized straightening it made her look her own age, rather than several years younger, had been a real turning point for her, and now she wouldn’t dream of leaving her apartment any other way.

Once she’d finished that, she went back to her room, shuffling to her dresser to dig through her underwear drawer, finding a black and purple lace bra that, as with all her clothes, fit her perfectly. She had always been somewhat obsessive when it came to buying clothes, and she never committed to anything until she was sure it was perfect. It was, she supposed, part of the reason she had disliked the outfit Dr. Jadin had gotten for her the day before. She wondered if she hadn’t over-reacted to it, if it wasn’t as bad as she’d thought, and it was just the fact that it didn’t hug her curves in the exact right way that bothered her.

And then she saw the panties, still in their package, tossed off to the other side of her underwear drawer, and realized that it was likely both. Not that the panties hadn’t fit her - they had, though they might have been just a touch too tight - but her first impression that they were more suited to be matched with a training bra than her Victoria Secret was definitely correct. She rolled her eyes as she looked at them, spotting Tuesday’s pair - pink, with a pair of smiling cherries on the front. The irony of the decoration was almost enough to make her consider actually wearing them, but it wasn’t nearly enough, as she grabbed the G-string that matched her bra.

It didn’t really matter what she had on underneath, she was sure - at least not to Dr. Jadin - nearly as much as what she chose to put over top of them. That was where she felt somewhat stumped. All she had to go on for figuring out what Dr. Jadin would like was the outfit she’d chosen yesterday. She doubted Dr. Jadin would want her to wear the exact same thing two days in a row, even if she’d wanted to, so she’d have to find something like it in her wardrobe.

She, of course, had nothing of the kind. Just going off of that one outfit, though, she assumed that Dr. Jadin preferred dresses, so that narrowed her choices down a bit. She certainly didn’t have anything as bright and cheerful as the sundress, or anything that covered quite as much as it did. She was sure most of her party dresses were right out - even she wouldn’t have even considered wearing them to work, as much skin as they left exposed - but after a bit of searching she found a black cocktail dress that didn’t seem too bad. It came down to mid-thigh, not quite as conservative as the sundress was, and the neckline would leave just a touch of her bra showing, but not enough that it would seem too inappropriate.

Seeing as that seemed to be her best option, she slipped herself into it, making a mental note to go shopping after work that day. Dr. Jadin hadn’t seemed to mind buying an outfit for her, but she knew she would have to make at least a token effort to change her wardrobe other than that, or the woman would realize she wasn’t as committed to this as she claimed to be. She made herself a quick breakfast, then headed out, slipping a couple bottles of the drink into her purse from the box on her kitchen table. She’d tried putting one in the fridge the night before, only to find that the cold gave it an odd aftertaste.

At first, she felt a little awkward walking into the building in her dress, feeling far too dressed up to be going to work, but as soon as she saw the security guards eyeing her curves through the tight, thin material, she embraced it. Unfortunately, since they liked it, she doubted Dr. Jadin would. It was too late to go back and find something else, though, so, once she had strutted through the office, giving all the men - Frank especially - a good look at her, she slunk to her desk and sat down nervously, waiting for her boss to arrive, though it felt more like waiting for her mother, knowing she was about to be scolded for going out in public dressed like that.

Sure enough, as soon as Dr. Jadin walked in, she could see the disappointment in her eyes. The woman went straight into her office, making Alicia a little worried that, despite her best efforts, she’d ruined everything already. A few minutes later, however, before she could come up with the right sort of apology, Dr. Jadin called her in.

"I can’t help but wonder," Dr. Jadin said coolly, sitting at her desk, "if you know the meaning of the word ’conservative’."

Alicia’s cheeks turned a pale pink, anger starting to well up inside of her. If there was one thing she didn’t like, it was being called stupid, and that was what this felt like, quite a difference from the doctor declaring her a bright young lady the day before. "I-I..." she started.

Dr. Jadin hadn’t finished, though, and she stood, walking over to the girl. "I also wonder if you know how to find clothes that actually fit you. Your regular clothes are always too small, and now this... This is far too tight... I know your parents divorced, and maybe your mother never taught you to shop for clothes properly, but this..." And then, to Alicia’s shock and embarrassment, the woman reached down, pushing the hem of her skirt up, revealing the G-string below. She shook her head unhappily at the sight. "You know, I tried to help you, but if you aren’t willing to work with me..."

"No, I am!" Alicia answered quickly, forcing herself to ignore that her boss had just, without so much as asking for permission, checked her panties, deciding to let that indignity go for the sake of keeping her whole project from crumbling around her. "I tried, I really did! I wanted to wear something that you would like... I-I thought I did...." Crying on command was one of the more useful tricks she’d picked up over the years, and one that she felt would serve her well here, so she let out a sniffle, letting a few tears tumble down her cheeks. "I swear, I thought you would like this..."

Dr. Jadin’s gaze softened, and she gave Alicia a hug. "Oh, sweetie... You need my help even more than I thought, don’t you?" Alicia nodded, a few more tears streaming from her eyes. "But why didn’t you at least wear the nice underwear I got for you?"

Alicia froze, but only for a moment. "I forgot all about them," she said, stepping away from Dr. Jadin, wiping her eyes. "I was so tired after work yesterday, I just dropped them in my living room, and then forgot they were there."

"Hmm..." Dr. Jadin didn’t seem quite convinced, but after a moment, she waved it off. "Oh, what am I saying? I’m just your boss... I have no authority over the underwear you choose."

"No, you do!" Alicia protested. "Well, I mean, not technically, but I want you to! You’re right, I don’t know anything about dressing like a mature adult. I want you to help me!" In her mind, she added, ’If that’s what it takes.’

Alicia squirmed nervously under Dr. Jadin’s gaze, hoping she hadn’t made a fatal blunder so early in the game. Finally, the woman nodded. "All right, I forgive you," she said. "Every little girl makes mistakes... And they all want to look more grown-up than they really are. I understand that. What you need to learn is how to suppress that."

Alicia nodded attentively, even though the theory sounded rather stupid to her, and she rankled at being called a little girl. "Okay. I’ll try..."

"You’ve been trying," Dr. Jadin told her. "And we’ve seen how that goes. That’s why you need help."

"I do," Alicia nodded again.

"Lucky for you," Dr. Jadin said, walking back behind her desk, "I just couldn’t stop myself at one outfit yesterday." The first thing she took out was another pack of panties. Alicia forced a smile at the sight of them to keep herself from groaning. Dr. Rabin took a letter opener from her desk and slit the package open, carefully extracting a pair and laying them out before tucking the rest of the package away somewhere. Alicia could see that these were different from the ones at her apartment - they were still rather childish, but lacked the polka-dots of the others, and had different pictures, but they were still labeled for each day. Tuesday, she saw, was represented by a horse in this package.

As she stared at them, Dr. Jadin had been getting out the rest of her outfit. It consisted of a purple and white striped jumper - one not that much longer than her current dress, she noted, though she didn’t dare to mention it - a white button-up shirt for underneath with puffed sleeves, and a pair of lavender tights. She’d hoped when she first saw them that they were pantyhose, but even before she picked them up, felt the thickness of them, she knew they weren’t. And then, to top - or rather, bottom - it off, once she had all that on and Dr. Jadin returned to inspect her, she was presented with a pair of saddle shoes.

"I think you’ll be much more comfortable without those heels," Dr. Jadin told her. "And I thought these were adorable."

"Yeah," Alicia agreed with as much enthusiasm as she could muster. "Adorable." Slipping out of her ever-present high heels made her feel like she was shrinking, and her new shoes, which were completely flat, didn’t help at all.

When Dr. Jadin declared that she looked perfect, Alicia managed to avoid saying what she thought, which was that she looked more like she was on her way to school than to work, and, instead, said, "I don’t see anyone else in the office dressing like this..."

"You’re learning," Dr. Jadin told her soothingly. "You can’t jump straight into it. We’re going with the basics first."

"Oh, right," Alicia nodded.

"Don’t pout," Dr. Jadin chuckled. "They have years of a head start on you. You’ll get there."

But she certainly didn’t feel like it. She stayed at her desk as much as she could that morning, because she knew that when she went out among the rest of the workers, she wouldn’t be turning heads the way she had just an hour or two before. As it turned out, however, she was wrong - she did turn one, as she made her way to the bathroom.

"Are you looking for your mommy?" came the question, making her heart thump loudly in humiliation and disbelief, at least until she glanced up to see the asker. There was Diane, their height disparity all the more obvious now that Alicia had lost her heels, smirking down at her. "Oh, I’m sorry," Diane said. "I didn’t recognize you without your breasts hanging out."

Alicia knew she couldn’t look that young, that Diane had to have known it was her the whole time, and was just being a bitch, but that didn’t make her feel any less like crying as she slipped into the bathroom. Just as soon as she was able to dress like someone in her general age bracket again, she resolved to give Frank the time of his life to get back at that hag. But as she stared down at the horse on the front of her panties, just barely visible through her purple tights, she couldn’t help but wonder how long that was going to take.