A plan of action

Quickly I dressed. The underwear drawer didn't even contain bras now. I guess they weren't necessary. I pulled the blouse over my head. It clung tightly to me, smaller then before. I cringed at how much didn't show. Just a slight ripple where my nipples were. Besides that my torso was flat as a board.

Dressed, I spent the day in the apartment. The thought of going out, of being seen in my reduced state, was too much to bare! I felt like a caged animal all day, pacing around the apartment, trying to think. Trying to plan.

Finally, around dark, I had some idea what to do. Laying in my bed, I listened carefully. After an hour or so I heard something. A slight hiss. The gas! They were doing it now! Carefully, with all the control I could muster, I **** myself into a meditative state. I had been trained to do so for years. It lowered my heart rate, making me led less oxygen and be able to hold my breath for a great deal of time. So, this time, the gas did nothing. I smirked to myself as I lay, pretending to be asleep.

After a few minutes, it seemed the gas had cleared. I allowed myself to breath. Still pretending to be asleep, I heard the door creak open. Then, footsteps. Several people entered. I waited, listening. I heard someone getting closer, closer...

I struck! Opening my eyes I saw a nurse over me, standing with a syringe at the ready. I caught the arm with the needle. Leaping up, I bent it behind her back. There were three others in medical garb. They were confused and frightened, not knowing what to do.

“Nobody move!” I yelled. I took the syringe from the woman's hand and held it to her face.

“What's in this?” I demanded, twisting her arm. The nurse grimaced in pain.

“Don't hurt me!” She squealed.

“I'll break your arm if you don't tell me!” I threatened, putting more pressure on the hold.

“OW! I'll tell you! It's.. it's an herbal and hormonal compound. A doctor here developed it."

“What's it do?” I demanded.

“It...it sends out hormones to fool the body, sending it into a regression.” She explained. “In women, it causes the reduction of breasts...”

I KNEW IT! I breathed a sigh of relief. I wasn't crazy after all! I was right!

“Is it permanent?” I asked.

That was the thing I was most terrified of. To never have my own rightful breasts... the thought was too much to bare!

“No! Without regular injections it should wear off.”

“How long?”

“I don't know. A few weeks, maybe months.”

Out of questions, I released the woman. She pulled away, rubbing her shoulder.

“All of you get out of here, and tell 2 that her plan failed!” I barked.

They all left in fear. I threw the syringe aside, shattering it on the wall. They almost had me believing I was some breastless babe! That was their game, they were trying to break me by taking my own self image away! Well, I had caught them, I had won! I felt elated, though a nagging thought in her mind reminded her that this had probably just only begun...