Woke Up Like This - 5 (Patreon)

Someone knocked on the door and a voice called. “Is she dressed?”

I made a squeaking noise—that had startled me. Daisy looked at me in surprise then grinned and called out, “Half a moment, sir.” Then to me, “Just step into this skirt and we can zip it up.”

A skirt. Well, I had breasts, so wearing a skirt was probably going to happen. Daisy pulled the garment up to my waist and settled it in on my hips then zipped it up in back. It fell to just below my knees.

Daisy frowned. “You look like someone dressed you from the reject pile at the thrift store.” She sighed but patted me and moved to open the door. “We’re ready, sir,” she said as she opened up.

It was the hotel man I had seen before. He frowned at us as he came into the room. “It’ll have to do, I guess. C’mon.” He gestured that I should come to him.

I had put my dolly on one of the desks so I snatched it up before standing. I walked toward him, still barefoot. I held out my hand for him to take it. I’m not sure why I did that.

He frowned at me again, not taking my hand. “You don’t have shoes? Daisy, she can’t go out on the street without shoes.”

“Hang on,” said Daisy. “You seen her feet? They tiny, but I found something. Sit down, Sugar.” She waved me back to the chair and I sat down with a thump. My heels were burning again.

“Sugar? Is that your name?” he said, sounding like he doubted that. “Is that a nickname?”

I shrugged, sniffling and looking toward Daisy.

She said, “I call lots of people ‘sugar’. Don’t mean nothing, but we decided it fit her since she has that white hair.” She was kneeling and pulling some soft shoes onto my poor feet. They were made of some sort of stretchy cloth and were like socks but had a leather sole.

“There you go,” she said, standing and pulling me up, too. “What are you going to do with her, sir?” She put my hand in his then gave mine a pat.

He sighed, looking down at me. “I ought to throw you out on the street.”

I looked up at him, trying to be small, which I was. He towered over me, in fact. I showed him my dolly. “Cute?” I said.

He took the doll and looked at it. “You sound like a four-year-old and you’re not even that bright,” he said. “Yeah, cute. She looks just like you only not so cheap.” He sighed. “What am I going to do with you, Sugar?”

The cheap remark stung but I had an idea and it scared me. I glanced down at his crotch and yeah, he had a bulge there. I’m sure my eyes must have gotten as big as saucers. I could feel the tickle inside me and I knew just where it was, too. If only I didn’t keep thinking I was really a guy…. I looked back up and leaned a little toward him. “Sexy?” I squeaked.

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, sounding tired. He put the doll in his shirt pocket and I gasped. That was my dolly that looked just like me!

He still had hold of my hand with his other one and he turned, pulling me along. “I’m going to put her in my room until I figure out what to do with her. Can’t just throw her out on the street,” he said, mumbling the last.

“Yes, sir,” said Daisy. “That puts my mind at ease some.”

He stopped to glare at her but it didn’t have much force. “Get to work, clean this mess up, and that room. Make it look like no one was in there and don’t say anything to anyone about,” he glanced at me, “Sugar.”

I smiled up at him but my eyes were on his shirt pocket.

“Yes, sir,” said Daisy. “Bye, Sugar.”

I looked over at her and waved. “Bye, Daisy,” I said.

The man, I guess his name was Leo, pulled me along with him, out into the hallway and toward doors that looked like they moved sideways. I thought I should know the name for such a thing but I couldn’t think of it.

He pushed a button and the doors did open sideways and we stepped into the small room there. I knew what would happen next and I grabbed his hand with both of mine and stood up on tiptoe. The doors closed and the floor pushed up on my feet, just like I thought it would.

He looked down at me, frowning. When the floor stopped moving, I stumbled or whatever you call it when you are just standing there and almost fall down. He pulled me back up, holding both of my hands in one of his, shaking his head. The doors opened and it was a different hallway, even more shabby than the others.

“C’mon, dummy,” he said, towing me behind him. He was being mean but the tickle inside me seemed to like it. I would have squirmed a little but we were walking too fast.

He had called me dummy, so I tried to say something but I couldn’t think of anything. I giggled instead, though nothing was really funny. Well, the skirt was swishing around my legs and that was kind of funny. I didn’t remember ever having worn a skirt before.

He let go of my hands when we reached a door but I kept them together, fingers clasped. I discovered that if I sort of squinched my arms toward each other, it made my breasts stick out more. I giggled about that, too. They stuck out plenty already.

He took out a key and opened the door and I tried to see inside, leaning a bit to look around him.

“For Pete’s sake,” he said, “go inside!” He reached around and gave my butt a squeeze and pushed me through the door. I made a squeaking noise.

Once inside, he followed then closed the door and pulled me toward him, putting his arms around me. “You’re a damn cocktease, aren’t you?” He kissed me right on the mouth. “Fuck me, you are so sexy,” he said.

I kissed back. I’d never kissed a man before, not that I could remember. His lips were firm and his chin and cheeks were scratchy. His breath smelled like he’d just used mouthwash and I wondered if he had done that while Daisy was finding clothes for me.

He was so strong, he was holding me up with one hand under my ass and the other behind my head. He kissed me hard. It was exciting. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and I sucked on it. This seemed to make him wild.

He carried me across the room and dumped me on a bed. “Sweet as sugar, that’s you!” he said, grinning. I giggled and squirmed, laying back on the bed and lifting my legs so the skirt fell at my waist.

I knew he could see my panties. I’m wearing panties, I thought. I’m a girl and I’m about to fuck this guy. Well, he told me to.