Hanna's money trouble

Hanna spent the rest of the workday completely bottomless. Her position as partner meant she could have stayed in her office all day and kept her condition hidden from everyone except Ned and Julia, but were would the fun be in that? She **** herself to go out and talk to her associates and even if most of them were female now it was still embarrassing to have her pussy on full display like that.

Eventually though the workday was done and she somewhat reluctantly put her skirt back on. After all she'd only made her nudity acceptable in the office because it was a punishment, if she went out in public...

Well, she'd need to change the rules for that. Making public nudity ok would be easy to do, but she didn't want anything quite so simple. She didn't want to chose to go naked in public. She wanted to be **** into it, to be left with no other choice. She opened the rulebook and perused what she'd written so far. Regarding clothing she'd modified the wardrobe at work, and **** herself to be humiliated when she purchased bras. There was still a lot of room there for more.

An idea struck her and she started to write. She decided to limit her damage just to her own country, but there was also the ability to expand it later.

New Rule: Busty women are considered irresponsible by the banking industry. Each bank has their own criteria, but in general D cups and larger are unable to receive credit of any kind. It is perfectly legal and normal that they are allowed to discriminate against women based on the size of the chests. Banks are allowed to demand proof of bust size from female clients by whatever means they deem necessary. Banks are allowed to cancel credit cards, mortgages, and any other service to busty women with no notice.

New Rule: Since single busty women are unable to get mortgages, there are men who offer their services as female loan guarantors. They take out the loan on the woman's behalf and she owes the money to him. Legally the man owns the property until the loan is paid off entirely. Since regular banks won't lend to these women, it's normal for female loan guarantors to charge obscene interest rates. It's also legal and acceptable for them to include clauses designed to sexually humiliate their clients, such as wardrobe restrictions, sexual performance bonuses, or anything else they desire.

She smiled to herself. That was going to really change things. It might lead to clothing restriction, but it wasn't exactly what she'd had in mind when she sat down to write a rule. She decided to keep going, expanding on her lingerie rule.

Clothing Stores

Old Rule: It is accepted within the fashion/clothing industry that women with larger chests are less intelligent even if there is no evidence to support this. Those in the industry have no respect for busty women and feel no shame for treating them poorly. Actions done to busty women within clothing stores by employees are always legal. Clothing stores employees are offended by the idea that busty women might dress modestly to trick people into thinking they might actually be intelligent and will refuse to sell them anything they believe would be too modest. Since bimbos frequently forget their wallets, stores have developed other means of getting compensation from busty women as payment for their products.

Hanna tapped her pencil on the table. Now the only problem is she had a full wardrobe back home. She'd bought underwear this week to fit her new body, but she had plenty of clothes. Well, she could deal with that later. She might be about to lose her credit card, but she had plenty of money. She could always buy more clothes.

She put the book away and stood up, ready to head home. Then she got a message from her bank, demanding a topless selfie to verify her status. She grinned and didn't hesitate. She stripped off her shirt and bra right in her office and took a selfie, then sent it to the bank. She got dressed again and headed for home.

She'd just gotten off the subway when her phone buzzed again. The bank casually informed her that it had cancelled her credit cards and her mortgage. Even though she'd known it was coming, it was still quite a shock to see.

Balanced Owed: $1,254,502.27.

Hanna earned good money, but she didn't exactly have a million in cash lying around. There was a lot of legal jargon in the email, but it all boiled down to the same thing. Get us out money or else.

She'd have to get started on finding a loan. She made it to her building and stepped inside. She was momentarily surprised to see a man sweeping the floor. She'd never paid much attention to the cleaning staff, but it felt a little out of place for a man to be doing such menial work when there were so few of them. Really, she thought, that was women's work. She should fix that. Actually, she could change this whole interior. She wondered just how far the rulebook could go in changing reality. She wondered what it would feel like to shift the world around her.

The Dominion Residences

Old Rule: Women are exempt from paying condo fees. In exchange is it required that all women take shifts cleaning the common areas, cleaning individual units, cooking for male residents, greeting residents, etc. All residents have access to an app which female residents can use to accept shifts and male residents can request service. Based on duration and/or difficult each shift is assigned a certain number of credits and female residents must earn 200 credits per month or be sanctioned by the board. Sanctions are meant to be humiliating and have some financial weight to them. While working female residents are required to wear a uniform as determined by the board. The uniform is designed to please men with no consideration for the women wearing them.

Old Rule: Only men are eligible for the board.

New Rule: Hanna Park has not met her monthly credit quota in some time.

New rule: To help their busty residents cope with the changes to lending rues, The Dominion concierge will work to pair female residents with female loan guarantors

Hanna put the book away and looked up. There was still someone sweeping, but it wasn't a man anymore. Now it was someone she recognized from the halls. Hanna didn't know her name, but she'd never seen her dressed down like this before. Her uniform, if you could call it that, was just a miniskirt and shirt that just barely covered her breasts.

Hanna smiled, but otherwise ignored her as she walked by, stopping in front of the concierge desk.

"Hi, I-"

"You need a female loan guarantor?" He interrupted her, "Sorry, I just figured." He said, gesturing towards her body.

Hanna nodded, "Yes Sir. It's awful. They cancelled my mortgage, I don't know what I'm going to do!" She said with fake concern.

"That's not your only problem, here-" The concierge pulled out a letter and handed it to her, "The board is tired of you not pulling your weight. I don't know what it is, but you've been sanctioned."

"Oh dear, I wonder what it could be," Hanna tried to sound upset, but from the concierge's face it didn't come off that way, "I'll look later. About that loan..."

He handed her a business card, "There's someone in this building that can help you out. Go see him. Tell him I sent you and he'll give you a good deal."

Hanna smiled, "Thanks so much."

She went up to the elevator and tapped her bag against the sensor then pushed the button. Nothing happened. She glanced over at the concierge who just shook her head. With a sigh she opened the letter and read it aloud, "Dear Ms. Park, yada yada yada...not responsible...blah blah blah...Oh! That's interesting."

She'd been locked out of the elevator. And apparently, out of her condo too. Until she paid off at least part of her work-debt. They wouldn't leave her homeless though, they'd provided her a room in the servants quarters in the basement. How generous of them.

She wondered if she should go check out her new digs, or go see the loan officer first. She licked her lips. Well, it was getting to be that time. She checked the card again, he lived on the 68th floor.

"No way...that's too much." Hanna shook her head.

Just then someone else walked up to the elevator, "Excuse me." She said.

"Oh, can I hitch a ride? I'm locked out." Hanna said.

The woman rolled her eyes, "Because you slack off while the rest of us keep this place clean? I don't think so."

"Please! I have to go to the 68th floor. I'm going to start pulling my weigh, I promise."

The woman scoffed, "A busty bimbo like you? I see your type all the time at the shop where I work. Fine, whatever. You're probably too stupid to realize your mistake anyway," The doors opened and the woman gestured, "Get in. I'll let you ride this time, but you'd better pick up a shift tomorrow!"

"I will. Promise." Hanna said. The other woman got off first, then Hanna rode alone up to the 68th floor. Despite it being her own doing, she felt a little nervous. She wondered what kind of weird and twisted conditions this loan would come with? It could be anything which was exciting and terrifying. She was a sub for sure, but even she had limits. Yet she'd built none into this rule. Of course she could refuse to sign and try again, but at some point the bank would just take her condo away. She didn't have much time.

She walked up to his door, and knocked.