Allison Park, stressed corporate executive

Allison released her hand from her wheelie suitcase, turning to the perky receptionist. Her hair in a messy bun and a pair of librarian glasses on her face, she was sure she looked every bit the stuffy businesswoman. She was taking care of so much paperwork before this vacation leave that she didn't even have time to change out of her skirted suit before rushing to meet her reservation check-in time. She hadn't even had time to touch up her makeup so she was sure the receptionist could see the bags under her eyes. But being the professional she was, the girl didn't comment on it.

"Checking in. There should be a reservation for Allison Park?" she said.

The perky receptionist turned to her computer to type away at the keyboard. Allison figured the receptionist was about 30. Yet she looked so much less jaded than the 26-year-old corporate executive standing before her. She looked slender too, further helping her look younger than she was. Comparing herself, Allison felt a pang of jealousy. With her childbearing hips and thick curves, she looked more matronly than she really wished she did at her mid-twenties.

"Ah, I see you signed up for the deluxe package. Oh, and you even filled out the paperwork! That helps things along for us, so thank you."

A slight blush came to Allison's cheeks but she raised her head and maintained her composure. She wasn't used to being thanked for paperwork... "Of course. I am nothing if not punctual."

"Oh, please. Darling, this isn't the office. You're on vacation and you're a guest here at Petplay Paradise. Let that hair down, girl," the receptionist chirped, grinning cheekily at their newest guest.

Allison said nothing, glancing away and adjusting her glasses in a nervous gesture. Deep down, she actually was eager be a pet here... Corporate life was so stressful, especially when she was one of the few women in upper management at her company. She had to work so hard just to get there. Her blood might as well have been composed of pure caffeine in the years leading up to her promotion. If she could just be a pet for a while, she wouldn't have to worry about... well, human stuff. No deadlines, no paperwork, no meetings. Just being fed and pampered.

And yes, Allison couldn't deny that she had a serious submissive side... That's why she chose her animal.

"So let's see what kind of pet you decided to be..." the receptionist continued.