Chronicles of Danny Ch. 17

"What?" Rodriguez asked, stunned to see Riggs running down the halls. Then Rodriguez felt her kegels strain before feeling something thick and wet stick on the inside of her undergarments. "SHIT!" she hissed, folding both hands over her groin as she followed after Riggs. "What's happening to me?!"

Cammy, Natasha and Danny watched both officers disappear down the hall. "Wow, that's a fast acting powder." Natasha said, "Let's not waste time. How do we get in?"

"Watch this." Cammy said as she ran around the corner, or rather, power ran without moving her legs too much for fear of ripping her tight dress. Natasha couldn't help but notice Cammy's ass jiggling with every step.

"That's like an Olympic level ass to twerk with." she said.

Danny smirked at Natasha and then kept an eye out for strangers coming. Ten minutes passed when they heard what sounded like a young woman's voice, Danny ducked around the wall. "Shit, someone's coming."

"Wait...that's Cammy." Natasha said.

In looking down the hallway, Danny saw Cammy heading towards Kara's room, walking like she didn't have to hide from anyone. Instead she head her head held high as she thrust her chest out, showing off the center of her brassier. When she walked, she shook her hips and her hands were raised and bent at the wrist as if she was afraid to touch anything.

Following Cammy was a young man in his 20s, wearing black dress slacks and a red jacket with a gold name tag. It was a good thing he followed Cammy because he wasn't watching where he was going, looking only at Cammy's backside.

"I swear, I just don't know where I put my keys hehe." Cammy said, her voice raised an octave as she giggled. "I'm new so I'm just so overwhelmed."

"Th-that's okay." the hotel clerk said, "It's g-good you found me." he quickly rifled through his pocket to grab his key once Cammy stood by Kara's door.

"Thanks, I really needed the help. I can't lose this job." Cammy whispered in a way so sensual it reminded Danny of the beginning to an adult film.

With trembling hands, the hotel clerk used his keycard to unlock the door and pushed it open. "Ta-da!"

"Thank you...Mark." Cammy said after reading the clerks' nametag. She gave him a big hug and buried his face into her chest. "I won't forget how sweet of a guy you are."

"Uh..y-you doing anything after work?" he asked once he raised his head, eyes so wide it looked like he had ingested drugs.

Giggling again, Cammy said, "I'm working late, but I'm sure I'll see you around. Now get out of here silly , I don't want to get in trouble flirting with cute guys." she flashed him a wink and then gave him a light pat on his ass to send him away. She held her smile until she was sure he was gone before she gestured for Danny and Natasha to come inside.

"Nice work Cammy." Danny said, surprised themselves that they were complimenting an old enemy.

"The sooner we do this the sooner I can get out of this dress." Cammy hissed, pulling the bottom of her skirt, "I feel like my ass can be seen by everyone."

Natasha was the last inside and she shut the door. Kara's suite was a large room that had long white drapes on her windows. SHe had a queen sized bed with six pillows tacked on top of one another. Two ivory colored leather chairs were placed in front of a small fireplace. "Wow, privilege must be nice."

"Not sure I'd want it if it meant being the daughter to Mrs. DelaForge." Danny said, scoping the room out for Kara's things. Next to the bed was a small desk where Kara's laptop sat with the lid closed. "There, dunk it in the toilet and dry it off."

"On it." Cammy said, unplugging the laptop and running to the bathroom.

Danny checked the walk-in closets and found the garment bag hanging inside. They unzipped the front to find a coal black suit with a maroon colored blouse poking out under the matching jacket. "Cammy!" they called.

"Fucking bathroom is as big as a dorm." Cammy said as she ran out, holding Kara's laptop up with just her index finger and thumb.

"Is this Kara's suit?"

Cammy began drying up Kara's laptop with a paper towel and stopped to look up. "Yeah that's it. She calls it her 'Law and Order' suit. The Laundry room is on the first floor, on the opposite end of the elevators through a set of double doors."

Danny held their hand out and waited for Natasha to hand them the jar with the shrinking detergent. Once they had both, Danny said, "Okay, both of you keep an eye out for Kara or the cops to return, I'll keep you up to date with how the laundry is going."

"And if she comes back?" Natasha asked.

Danny froze, thinking on what would be the most feasible of excuses. The problem was, Kara wouldn't believe any, but that might be to their advantage. "Then I'll know not to bring it back myself. I'll give it to another staff member and tell them it was accidentally soiled and we had to clean it. Kara will be so mad she won't bother to question it."

"All right then, hurry!" Natasha said, watching Danny shoot out the door, running as fast as they could towards the elevators. The entire ride down, Danny tapped their foot, trying hard not to think of what would happen if they were caught. When the doors opened again, Danny made sure no one was around before hurrying towards the Laundry room.

Once they were inside, Danny found an empty washer and threw the suit inside, opening the ziploc bag so they could douse the suit in detergent. Slamming the door shut, Danny selected the small load option and hit start, texting their friends to let them know it had started.

Danny hid behind the folding station and leaned against the wall, closing their eyes to reflect on what would happen after this was over. They had spent so much energy and time on revenge that for the first time, they wondered what they would do without that, or Ashley.

They would come home and think about whether they could work for Mistress Victoria or if they wanted to pursue some degree. Media related work was interesting and if they had a choice, they would have liked to have stayed with the dungeon to work on their website.

Thoughts wandered as to how Danny could carve their niche, web design, writing, or perhaps even directing? Danny hadn't thought themselves to be a director, but spending so much time setting up someone's humiliation taught them that they were good at creating unique scenes. They smiled thinking back at their handiwork

Taryn falling to her knees as her vibrating panties brought her to the edge of climax in front of the student body, Brianne standing in front of her car, legs spread apart in just her bra and "Spank me" panties. Then there was all of Madison's models, running behind a curtain after their clothes fell apart, the best of course being madison in her vintage cherry print panties dancing in a circle. Cammy also danced, her ass jiggling as she stamped her feet to get spiders off of her. Kara would be the final piece and they couldn't wait.

The sound of the washer stopped and Danny scrambled to their feet to remove the dress from the machine, quickly finding the large industrial dryer. Danny removed all towels and uniforms from it and then put Kara's dress in by itself, setting the dryer on high before starting it. They sent another text to Natasha and Cammy and paced back and forth.

Just then, the door burst open and Danny almost fell backward from being startled. Another hotel cleaner pushed her way through, a bundle of sheets in her hands. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you."

'uh that's okay." Danny said, turning away to hide their face. "Got one stubborn sheet that won't dry."

"I hate that machine." the woman said as she grabbed the newly dried laundry. "did you hear about the top floor?"

Danny's body froze, "What about it?"

"Carol was going to clean the bathrooms but she heard these two women moaning. It sounded like they were fucking." her eyes were wide as she whispered the last word with excitement. "She ran out of there because she said it sounded like they were really going at it.

Danny's face spread into a grin, a genuine snicker escaped their lips. "Really?'

"Yeah, it's freaky what people are into isn't it?"

"Some people like the rise of fucking in public." Danny said

""Well i better get back to work, that conference room needs to be prepped for that debate later. See ya." she said as she disappeared through the doors once more.

Danny waved and then focused their attention on the dryer. It took ten more minutes before it was done, leaving Kara's dress almost too hot to the touch. Danny crammed it back inside the garment bag and hurried back to the top floor, letting the others know that they were on their way.

Once they were confident the top floor was clear, Danny sprinted to Kara's room, the garment bag bouncing on their shoulders with each step. Cammy had her head sticking out of the door. She held it open for Danny and then let it swing shut. "Stick it in here." she said, opening the door to the walk in closet. "Did you see if my clothes were still there?"

Danny cringed as they hung the suit back up. "I didn't look for them sorry."

"Dammit." Cammy said, pulling on her dress, "I feel like this is about to split open."

"It's almost over." Natasha said, opening the door and checking the halls for Kara. "Let's get out of here while the cost is clear."

"We should keep these outfits on though." Danny said, "I don't want to go inside and then have Kara recognize us."

"Fine." Cammy said, "But let's just keep to the back of the conference room so no one bothers to ask us to do anything."

Natasha looked up the time of the debate on her phone, noticing that the conference room was on the bottom floor. They had about a half hour to spare and decided to hover around the lobby while they waited. To avoid being pulled aside by a hotel manager, they hid in the public restroom behind stalls.

When it was ten minutes before the debate, they headed towards Conference Room B, a small windowless room with several dozen chairs placed in front of a wide table covered under a green tablecloth. About half of the seats were filled and the three friends decided to keep close to the wall by the door. Kara and her debate team were seated in front of another long table going over their notes. Kara had her lucky suit on although there were no signs of it shrinking yet.

"I feel naked standing in front of all these people." Cammy said as she hugged herself to hide the gaps in her dress. She shrugged her shoulders and squeezed her legs together.

"Just hang on, we're almost finished." Danny said, keeping their eyes on Kara.

Soon, other students entered and the room was packed. No one seemed to pay much attention to Danny, Natasha or Cammy, assuming they were just staff on hand. From a side door came three faculty members dressed in business attire. One was a man in his 50s, the hair on his head and face turning gray. He had on a navy blue suit with a black bow-tie. He sat down in front of a name tag that read "Gerald Walker."

Next to him was an older woman with long brown hair wearing a tan colored jacket over a white business skirt who sat near a tag that read "Evelyn Maroney." Lastly next to her was another woman with grey short short hair wearing a black suit jacket over a purple top whose name was Terrie Prewitt. The three of them sat down to examine a manila folder in front of them.

"Good morning everyone!" Evelyn said, "Thank you all for coming. This is the eastern regional debate finals where teams will compete for a spot at the National competition later in the spring. The presenting argument will be." she trailed off to look at the sheet in her folder, "Transgender individuals forced to use the bathroom of their biological sex is a violation of discrimination laws protecting LGBTQ rights. Each team will have twenty minutes to argue their case."

Gerald leaned forward to speak into his microphone, "Today's competeing teams will be Wellesley College and Emerson College."

"We'd like to go first." Kara announced, standing from her seat and bringing an abrupt silence to the small chatter in the room.

The three moderators looked at Kara with astonishment while Kara's team members, two women wearing business attire that looked cheap in comparison to Kara's, covered their faces.

"Uh..very well." Evelyn said, "We normally assign it randomly but if you request it."

Kara shuffled her papers and then moved to the center in between both teams' tables where a small wooden podium was. She set her papers down and cleared her throat.

"We present to the administrators that it is NOT a violation of discrimination laws to force transgender individuals to use bathrooms of their biological sex based on the idea that by allowing them to use the bathroom of their identified sex, it violates discrimination laws against women due to the threat of sexual assault."

"Oh brother." Natasha muttered while covering her face.

Murmurs spread throughout the room like wildfire as spectators discussed in disbelief of what Kara suggested, but this didn't stop her from continuing.

"We define discrimination as unfair treatment or bias against a group based on gender and to allow MEN" she pressed her finger down on the podium, "To enter a bathroom just because they decide to be women, that endangers womens' safety and privacy and as a result is violating the discrimination law."

A female student wearing a navy blue suit rose from her seat, "Question."

"You can sit down." Kara firmly stated, pounding her hand on the podium. As she lowered her arm, she felt a pull on her shoulder, a restriction in her movements. At first she tried to shrug it off, thinking it might have slid in some awkward position. But when she moved her leg she looked down to see that not only was her pant leg pushing against her, the length of it seemed to shrink being that Kara could see the top of her foot, covered in a red mesh stocking.. Not wanting to let the unsettling detail distract her, she raised her head and continued speaking.

"Furthermore...there's evidence that shows transgender people have mental illness. What's to stop them from having a lapse of judgement and attacking some poor woman in the restroom?"

In trying to bend down to pull on her pant leg, Kara's upper torso froze because the restriction she felt in her shirt and jacket strengthened, preventing her from moving her shoulders without exuding some strength. Her arms were locked, unable to bend and as a result were forced to hang by her sides.

By now, Kara could feel her pant legs above her ankles and she could feel sweat soaking into her shirt, something was wrong, but this was too important of a debate to show signs of weakness. "Our Christian values have been hijacked for the past several years by militant progressives pushing their agenda. Why must we make amends for ooo!"

She gasped when she felt something push into her groin, forcing her to look down. The inseam of her pants shrunk so much it was digging into her womanhood. The back of her pants began to lose length as well, causing the inseam to shrink up into Kara's buttocks, she could feel her underwear beginning to rise up into what felt like a wedgie.

Kara's face felt warm as she wanted to run but she couldn't back out. She lowered her legs behind the podium, using it as cover to shield the red stockings that could be seen. "I...religious freedom states that we should be free to deny making changes too...ahh!"

Another tug from her pants had Kara hunch forward, the wedgie in her pants intensifying. by now the legs shrunk so fast they were now shorts. In looking down, Kara gasped when she saw her maroon shirt shrinking as well, so small it was no longer tucked into her pants. her slender midriff was now on show from front to back. The jacket had shrunk so much that kara's arms were now forced to bend, locked into a permanent T-rex arm position.

"Miss Delaforge, do you want to take a moment to fix your..umm attire?" Terrie asked.

"heh, no I'm fine! I'm almost finished." Kara said, forcing a smile and wiping sweat off her face. "R-religious freedom! We Christians are now a minority and are facing the same oppression that gays lesbians and transgenders are complaining when it's really they who have the priv-OOOO!!"

Kara's legs squeezed together as her pelvis tilted. She waddled away from the podium to walk off the pain. By now the "shorts" shrunk so much that the outlines of Kara's labia could be seen, her toned ass cheeks on display in her skintight bottoms from behind. The tops of two yellow straps attached to the top of her stockings could also be seen.

People watching stifled giggles as they watched in disbelief of what was happening. Kara was in such pain she couldn't speak, letting out a high pitched squeal as her shorts dug further while her arms were locked in place.

Kara's eyes burned from welling up and before she could speak, she heard the familiar noise of fabric tearing, "oh..no." she whispered as she felt her arms free, due to the sleeves tearing from their socket. The center of the back of her jacket split open like the red sea, just in time to show her maroon shirt shrink to the point that it broke in two, sliding along Kara's bare shoulders.

Squealing, Kara's hands were held up, as if someone spilled water on her that prohibited her from using them. She looked down just in time to see her bottoms tear open from the waistband before sliding to her feet. Around Kara's chest was a red brassier, with a gold eagle printed in the front, its wings spreading to around her average sized bust. Below they could see her toned waist, expanding collapsing at a fast rate due to the high amount of distress she was in. A gold garter belt wrapped around her waist just above her naval, attached to the red long stockings covering her slender legs. Covering her lower half was a pair of blue bikini panties with white stars, finishing off the Wonder Woman themed panty set she had underneath.

Everyone's mouths were open, some covered by hands at the shocking sight before them. The three moderators in the front looked as if they were frozen, the women horrified while Gerald's lip quivered, struggling to resist his arousal at seeing a student in her panties overcome him.

Kara's eyes shifted quickly from left to right, the air in the room making goosebumps form on her skin. This was the most important day of her academic year and her suit was meant to give her power. Stripped completely of that, she was speechless, having forgot her argument and realizing she was going to lose.

The incoming threat of failure was so upsetting, the idea that she'd have to admit losing and thus, admit she had been taken down a peg was so horrifying, that she breathed in deeply and choked back tears. Her trembling hands grabbed her papers as she held them over her red brassier, she didn't want to betray her false confidence by looking embarrassed, "And...and...f-furthermore." she whimpered.

Evelyn slammed her hands on the desk, the noise so loud Kara jumped. "Ms. Delaforge! This is outrageous!" She rose from her seat. "I'm disappointed in you! Have you no shame? This is highly inappropriate!"

Kara's face turned red, not used to anyone raising their voice at her. Her eyes shifted to her team, two other women who had smirks on their faces, pleased to finally see the arrogant sorority leader taken down a peg. Desperate to preserve her dignity, Kara's lips tightened and she stomped her foot. "How dare me? How dare you speak to me that way!? Do you know who I fucking am?!"

Now it was Terries' turn to stand. "Yes, you're the ridiculously foolish student wearing Wonder Woman underoos trying to talk down to her superiors!"

The word "underoos" drew out laughter from the audience, perhaps the loudest from Danny, Cammy and Natasha. The noise cut through Kara's mind like a knife, forcing her to drop her papers. Terrie saw this sign of weakness and continued, "I don't know what perverted prank you're trying to pull Miss Delaforge, but such immature antics will not be tolerated so I suggest you change your tone unless you want to be disqualified!"