Sucking Up, by Clinediap

Chapter 6
Chapter 6

Chapter Description: by Clinediap

Alicia had been so worn out by the events of the day before, she’d gone straight to bed after scrounging through her fridge for some leftover Chinese from the weekend, groaning as she moved her clothes for the next day to the floor. There was another pair of tights to go with it, to her dismay, and, of course, her Wednesday polka-dotted panties, these ones with a turtle sporting a bow on its head, but the main piece was another sundress. This one was mostly white, though it was dotted in blue, the hem lined with blue lace, with a bibbed front also lined in blue lace, and blue buttons in that same area. Instead of the V neck of her yellow sundress, the neckline of this one was straight, and high, and the shoulder straps were much thicker. Alicia was sure Dr. Jadin would love it, but it just made her feel more depressed as she curled up and went to sleep.

She woke up with a start, thrashing wildly as she heard a loud noise beeping at her. It took a few moments for her to recognize it as her alarm, which she promptly turned off, feeling like an idiot. She stalked to the bathroom, the initial blast of cold water only serving to remind her of her new reality. While she still had her car, Diane had her keys - now she really wished she’d listened to her father’s advice and made a spare set of keys, but that had always seemed like such a paranoid thing to do - and her driver’s license, so she couldn’t so much as get inside of it. Diane had her apartment key, as well, meaning that, unless she wanted to leave her door unlocked, she was stuck in her home. Even if she thought there was anything in her closet she’d dare to let her friends see her in, she couldn’t even call them for a ride, since Diane had taken her cell phone, too.

She was completely at Diane’s mercy. She felt like a child, no privileges, not able to do anything without her "parent" taking her. It gave her a little comfort to think that someone in public could mistake Diane for her mother, since she was sure she looked old enough, but that only made her feel worse as she realized the inverse of that would be that she looked that young. And as she stepped out of her shower, looking at herself in the mirror, she had a feeling she might. She was sure the freckles dotting her face were standing out even more now, and, despite what she’d told Dr. Jadin, she frantically opened her medicine cabinet, reaching for her make-up.

But it was gone. She began to push everything else aside, searching frantically, and ever more uselessly, as, technically, she knew there was no way all of it could be hiding behind her one bottle of aspirin and one tube of toothpaste, but she couldn’t stop herself. "That bitch," she growled to herself, pounding her fist angrily down on the sink. "I’m gonna kill her!" Frustrated, she stomped her bare foot, barely suppressing a scream of rage, not wanting to draw attention to herself from the other people in the building, at least some of whom apparently now thought she was Diane’s daughter. She felt relieved when she opened up the drawer beneath her sink and found her flat iron still there, taking some comfort from still having that, at least.

She found that she also still had her bras, apparently the last vestige of her adult clothing, as the other side of the drawer was occupied solely by her first set of day of the week panties. Still upset, she got out a bra, not even bothering to look at it - it wasn’t like it mattered, nobody but her was going to be seeing it that day anyway, not dressed the way she was - and put it on. She wriggled slightly, annoyed as she had to adjust it, tightening it slightly, to make it fit right, then, with a sigh, moved on to the rest of her outfit. She glanced in her closet, just for a moment, not having the heart to look at the clothes there too carefully, just seeing if, by some strang chance, any of her own shoes had survived Diane’s purge. They hadn’t, leaving her, once again, stuck with the flat saddle shoes as her only option.

The whole thing made her feel like crying again, but she didn’t dare let herself get started again, so she made her way to the kitchen, hoping that bread she’d gotten the week before was still good so she could make herself some toast. She gave a small squeak as she went into the room, once more finding Diane there already, waiting for her. "You have to stop doing that!" she panted, shaking slightly.

Diane chuckled as she stood up from her chair at the table, seeming to tower over Alicia. Alicia was sure it was just her imagination, her mind commenting on how thoroughly the woman had taken over her life, but she really felt like the woman was even taller than normal, or than she had been the day before when Alicia had encountered her in these shoes.

"Why?" she asked, smiling. "Did you wet yourself again already?"

Alicia rolled her eyes. "No, but this is my home, and..."

"I don’t believe you," Diane cut her off. "Come on, prove it."

Alicia shook her head. "Diane, I am not..."

Diane’s voice changed, became more stern, suddenly changing from a co-worker enjoying the girl’s humiliation to a mother who would tolerate no arguments. "Now." Alicia gritted her teeth and lifted her skirt while Diane examined her, not satisfied until she had cupped a hand over Alicia’s crotch as the younger woman gasped at the intrusion. "Surprising," was all Diane said.

Alicia’s hands were shaking as she lowered her skirt, her jaw aching to be allowed to tell Diane that it was not surprising, that she was an eighteen year old woman, and, before she’d had the daylights scared out of her the day before, she hadn’t wet herself in more than a decade. Instead, she forced herself to stay quiet as she set about making herself some toast.

"You can eat that on the drive in," Diane informed her once she’d spread a thin layer of peanut butter over the bread. "Now get your purse and let’s go."

"You took my purse, remember?" Alicia pouted.

"And I got you a new one. Remember? What, did you think I was just joking? I expect you to use everything I got for you, little girl."

Alicia groaned, remembering the child’s purse from the night before. She had just thought it was a joke. "I don’t have anything to put in it," she pointed out.

"Well, take something to drink," Diane suggested.

Surprisingly, Alicia thought, that wasn’t too bad of an idea. She stalked back to her room and grabbed the purse up, loading it with a couple bottles of her drink before snatching her toast back up and following Diane out the door, down to the street, where Diane was parked. Alicia was a bit shocked when she saw Diane open the car door, impressed that the beautiful Lexus was hers. She knew she could never have afforded a car like that on her salary, though she supposed Diane had been there a little longer than her.

"Don’t get peanut butter all over my car," Diane instructed her. "And don’t you dare have an accident in here."

Alicia kind of wanted to do at least the former, just to piss the woman off, but didn’t think goading her into making her life even more miserable was a good idea. She ate her breakfast carefully on the drive to work, washing it down with a few swallows of her drink. It was a different flavor than the kinds she’d had before, she realized. It wasn’t really worse than the first flavor - in fact, it was only very slightly different - it had just been a shock to discover at first.

As if wearing those clothes weren’t enough, Alicia felt quite silly walking into work at Diane’s side, as if this were Take Your Daughter to Work Day or something. If the security guards even noticed her that day, they gave no indication of it.

Alicia adjusted her silly purse on her shoulder as she stepped into the elevator, and Diane hit a button, mentally preparing herself for the walk through the office, but when the doors opened again, it wasn’t on the office. It was on a floor Alicia hadn’t been to before. The walls were painted a pleasant light green, and as Diane led her out into the hall, Alicia could see glass doors, looking in on a group of young children playing.

"What the...?" Alicia began, the realization of what this place was dawning on her. The company daycare. She’d never been up here, since she didn’t have any kids, but there was no mistaking it.

"This is where Dr. Jadin told me to take you," Diane told her calmly. "She said this is where you belong now." She laughed at the look of panic on Alicia’s face. "No, I’m just kidding... But this is where I’ve always thought you belonged. When you first started working here, I was sure you couldn’t be anything but a babysitter... And now, well... Clearly, I was wrong. You’re just a child yourself, aren’t you? What do you say? Do you want to go play with the other kids?"

Alicia glared at her, then turned around, stomping back towards the elevator. Diane caught her before she made it in, grabbing her hand and holding it tightly on the ride back down to the correct floor. Alicia tried to pull free, but Diane wouldn’t let her, tugging her along beside her as she made her way lazily through the maze of desks, greeting everyone, as they went to Dr. Jadin’s office. "Now, wait here," Diane instructed her. "I need to talk to her first."

Alicia began to protest, but before she could get a word out, Diane had slipped into the office. Immediately, Alicia began to feel uncomfortable, strangely bashful, sure that the two women were talking about her. Nervously, she hurried behind her desk, putting her purse into one of the drawers after taking out one of the bottles, which she began to sip from, watching the door anxiously. Finally, Diane left, gesturing for Alicia to go in.

"You have to talk to her," she said as soon as she got inside. "You can’t let her treat me this way! I am..."

"Calm down," Dr. Jadin told her soothingly. "Calm down, sweetie. I know you’re just upset about having an accident, but there’s no need to take it out on Diane. She’s only looking out for you."

"No, but..." Alicia frantically tried to explain the whole situation, but Dr. Jadin was having none of it.

"Alicia, hush. I know it’s embarrassing, but sometimes that sort of thing happens. It isn’t Diane’s fault."

"Yes it is!" Alicia protested. It very much was! If she hadn’t broken into Alicia’s apartment...

"Alicia! Diane did not pee in your pants, now did she? I know it’s hard, but you need to take responsibility for yourself! If you can’t even own up to something small like that, how can you be expected to take responsibility for something that’s actually serious, here at work?"

Alicia sputtered for a moment, trying to think of how to explain that they were two different things, but could only come up with a weary, "Yes, ma’am."

"Now," Dr. Jadin said, "have you been keeping up with your assignment?" It took Alicia a moment to realize she was talking about the drinks, after which she nodded. "Are you drinking enough?" Alicia nodded again. "Good. Research department should be sending you a survey sometime today, so keep a lookout for that, will you?"

"Yes ma’am," Alicia nodded, starting to head out.

"Oh, and Alicia? You look adorable today, dear. Just perfect. Did you thank Ms. Diane for helping you pick it out?"

Even though it made her want to cry, she forced herself to smile instead. "Thank you, ma’am," she managed to get out. "And no, I haven’t yet... But I will." Just as soon as she could figure out how.