Bravely she pushes on

Rojas took her a few deep breaths, trying to find her inner strength, trying to focus that this was her device, she was in control. If she backed down here, she would lose authority with Kara and William, she could not delay today’s event with all the publicity, she had to push on. Steeling herself, Rojas opened her eyes and just concentrated on one word at a time.

She spoke of the personal joys this could bring though she did not look very happy, she could see Kara and William frantically in discussions, she could see old flames she had long regretted leering at her, old rivals taunting, the intimidating Rama Khan with a look of disapproval… well that was usually his look anyway. She could hear the laughter, the chatter about her body, about the size of her breasts but she was determined to plough on. Yet at first she could not help but squirm under the gazes of the crowd, struggling to keep still, her arms shifting nervously as they protected her bra from view as best they could. Her delivery was no longer so certain, she said the lines but it lacked **** and every now and again, halted as she had to regather her thoughts.

“As I said before...this can take you to any place you want. Somewhere you remembered and had happy times, ones with more clothes for example… a romantic getaway… perhaps work through a moment of regret and see what might have been thanks to the device. Or even some place you have never been, we can make… that holiday affordable for all without environmental impact. Without the crowds.”

An idea occurred to Rojas and she rushed her way through it as she grasped onto a solution for her pickle of a situation.

“Cold in winter? Why not go to the sunniest, warmest, exclusive beach!”

Everything changed, the air had the smell and feeling of the salt in the sea while all around them was sand. There were skyscrapers behind them, the sea in front, music in the air, sandcastles being built, volleyball being played. This time a few faces from the crowd were re-purposed to play on the beach and Rojas clothing held though a gasp from a suddenly pale Kara suggested something was wrong.

Kara run a hand discreetly under her cardigan and where the yellow top lifted, Rojas could see no shirt, just bare tummy. After checking herself, Kara drew her arms over her chest as if protecting something and didn’t look William in the eye. Clearly it wasn’t just the shirt missing from the usually confident reporter.

Rojas felt more confident, she could tell herself she was wearing beach wear. The more she talked, the easier it got as she concentrated on the words, her delivery becoming more fluent, her stance relaxing now she was wearing a “bikini” and taking a bit of joy from Kara’s troubles. The confident CEO was back in control and the more confident she felt, the more the fake crowd reacted as she wanted, listening intently, applauding at the right moments, even looks of admiration.

Granted when the speech took them away from the beach to places like restaurants, to show how it could speed up orders and entertain during the wait, Rojas felt more awkward. A little bit of red would return to her cheeks, her hands would get fidgety but she kept them by her side or pointing where she needed to point, controlling her urges to squeal and shield herself. That control allowed her to keep the fake crowd under control and the message to continue.

At the end of her fine speech, the scene changed to the top of Catco with the sun setting and a great view of the city Kara loved. Andrea was grateful to be near the end, she had much to rewrite, much to do and there was one thing she desperately looked forward to.

“When the dream ends, everything returns to you and you will exit wherever you were sitting or standing. I for one, will be grateful to have my dress returned before I exit this lecture and then return to my office. I know Kara will be relieved to have her shirt back under her cardigan, perhaps even more to be returned am I right?

It was a big pull of the chain and a way of reliving a bit of the stress, she enjoyed seeing Kara’s face go red and William trying to keep his eyes averted. There was one last thing before sweet sweet return to being fully clothed. Ensuring she at her most commanding stance, Rojas tried one final flourish.

“There is a prize for all the budding programmers and inventors out there. I want this to be more then an Obsidian North Project, I want this to be something for all. For people of creativity and skill to create on this platform, to help find new ways of making life better using Collective Dreams. We will be releasing ways of helping shape the device, to make the world a better, happier place. With the Dreams of the Collective, we can do anything and for those who help advance things, we wish to hire you and reward the best of you. We can forge a brighter, more united future where everyone’s dreams come true and where people can show everything they have to the world.”

Then the sky changed to night and was made alight with a spectacular firework display, drawing appropriate ooh’s and aah’s from the crowd and lots of applause. Rojas was caught in the moment and she hoped that when this happened for real, so would everyone else be as the sky fizzed with colour. It would probably be months before people realized the limits of what her company would allow them to change, tweaks and small approved things, Obsidian North would ensure the real control and profit was for the company and for those companies who paid to have privileged positions within the dreams.

However the strain of the spectacular firework show saw the bra glimmer and then fade away, revealing small breasts bouncing in the gentle wind, nipples quickly hardening. Then the knickers took their own journey into the dreams, leaving her well trimmed pussy to greet Kara and William who now knew for certain she was indeed a brunette. The two journalists had plans formulating and tried to keep their surprise hidden, hoping she wouldn’t notice before the program ended with her clothes returned.