She's taking a sick day soon

Kim dreamt of bouncing up and down on a gigantic marshmallow. It was so much fun! Every moment she was just going up, and down, up, and down, bounce! Bounce! The surface was so soft and springy to the touch, she cried out and had a blast playing around.

On one jump in particular, she flipped forward, and cartwheeled in the air, only to land on the soft, tasty treat with her face. It didn’t hurt at all, but she found it a little hard to breathe as she was smothered by the soft and bouncy material.

When she tried to raise her head, however, she found that she couldn’t.

THAT was when she started to panic. She felt something heavy wrap around her neck, binding her down, forcing her deeper into the soft surface.

Agh! What?! I can’t breathe! As Kim felt herself blacking out, she smacked against the marshmallow with everything she had, but after one or two tries, her arms felt so heavy she couldn’t even lift them. All she could do was sink deeper into the darkness. With each passing second, things grew blurry, and she was pretty sure she was about to-

Kim’s eyes snapped open and she found that the marshmallow trampoline wasn’t real (because of course it wasn’t) and she’d just been dreaming.

But her face was still smushed up against something soft and squishy- Dani’s breasts.

Oh, come on… seriously? Kim could breathe enough to not suffocate like she had in her dream, but it was still a serious pain in the ass. She tried to pull herself free from her roommate’s iron grip around the back of her head, the same feeling of pressure as she felt in her dream, and with some doing she actually managed it.

“Heh heh… marshmallows…” Dani giggled, smiling like a fool as she turned over in bed. The sunny look on her face actually made Kim grin for a second as the air filled back into her lungs.

Well, at least one person had a nice night last night, she thought, stretching out the crick in her spine. As fun as Nick made it seem all the time, getting smothered in a woman’s chest could be really bad for your back.

She got out of bed and checked the clock, noticing it was almost time for breakfast. As she did, she jumped at the shadows around her.

Oh, right. The mannequins. I almost forgot how creepy this place can be in the mornings. With only the faintest glimmer of sunlight cracking through the window, the dress mannequins looked like a horde of motionless shadow people. Kim felt like she was in a horror movie! She shivered and headed for the bathroom to freshen up, and hopefully take a shower to cleanse the feeling of tan tomboy off of her face.

Luckily, when she stepped out ten minutes later, the room was bright enough to not freak her out. She sighed in relief and headed to the closet to take her pick of the school uniforms she would be wearing today.

There were so many varieties!

White shirt with black skirt… check.

White shirt with red skirt… check.

White shirt with red skirt and a black vest? Now they were cooking!

Oh, and can’t forget the sailor suits!

Kim let out a long sigh and looked over her shoulder at the colorful assortment of clothes behind her. She had so many different styles and outfits on display all across her room, and she couldn’t try on any of them thanks to this transformation.

When she’d started out on this show, Kim hadn’t minded dressing like a schoolgirl in the slightest. She’d actually felt pretty good about getting the transformation, since the uniforms were actually higher quality than most of the clothes she had back home.

But as time had passed and she’d gotten used to a higher standard of lifestyle, she’d started to realize that maybe… maybe it wasn’t so great, being stuck to only one thing.

Of course… there were other options. She’d won her right to make some slight adjustments to her wardrobe as a result of her efforts in the photoshoot the other day. But this wasn’t a day for a little red dress. Or to go with her shirt completely unbuttoned. And as for the qipao…

Yeah, no thanks.

So that just left the schoolgirl uniforms, like always.

After much deliberation the beleaguered asian settled on a sailor suit to change things up a little, and had just taken the white and blue outfit off the rack when the style of it reminded her of what they were doing today.

Oh shit! I almost forgot! That’s right, we’re going to the beach later!

They were having a beach party today, and Kim had agreed to come. But the only way that was happening was if she used her Sick Day transformation to shirk her responsibilities at work today and join in the fun. And if she did that, she wouldn’t have to wear one of the schoolgirl uniforms! She could actually wear something else for a change!

Maybe… maybe Vivian hadn’t been in the wrong, goading her into agreeing.

Kim couldn’t believe she was actually giving the spoiled brat credit for something. But what the hell, right?

With a shrug and a sigh, Kim pulled up her screen, and hesitated for a few seconds before activating her transformation.

I’m going to get a punishment transformation if I do this… and I bet more than anything that it’s gonna suck.

Kim grimaced and pushed aside her uncomfortable feelings. She took a deep breath and then exhaled, reminding herself that this was something she wanted to.

Then she activated her transformation.

The moment she did, she could feel a tangible change run through her body. It felt a little like a tingle at first, but then she felt an invisible weight lift off her shoulders, that reminded her of the feeling when someone tells her that since it’s a holiday, she doesn’t have to go to work.

That freeing feeling, of knowing you don’t have to meet your obligations for whatever reason… it made her smile.

“…Huh… that’s not so bad,” she said a grin, stretching her arms over her head. “Not bad at all…”

Then she froze. After all, there was something else she needed to consider, and that was the punishment transformation. She had a bad feeling…

“Good morning, up early today, I see.”

Kim jumped. She whirled around to see Dakota standing behind her, leaning against one of the mannequins with a smirk on her face.

“Excited for the beach?” The host asked in a tone that Kim couldn’t see as anything other than mocking. “I know I am.”

“…You could say that,” Kim replied with a cautious nod.

Dakota cracked a grin. “So am I. I was actually invited myself, if you can believe that.”

Actually, Kim could. With how forceful Vivian had been with her own invitation, she could definitely see how the heiress would have casually invited the host to join them for the party as well. Whether Kim agreed with that or not, well…

It was certainly a decision she made.

“So are we going to do this thing or not?” Kim asked with a sigh. “I don’t have forever, you know.”

“Oh, Kim, so impatient! And here I thought you’d be used to waiting, what, with all your experience in the service industry,” Dakota said, crooning with mock compassion. “Don’t worry… I’m still trying to figure out what the best punishment to give you will be, for calling in sick.”

Kim rolled her eyes. “Leave it to the management to see calling in sick as a punishable offense.”

“Well, it is when you’re not really sick and just want to go out partying with your friends,” Dakota pointed out.

“…Fair enough,” Kim admitted with a shrug. She couldn’t really argue that point if she was being totally honest.

Dakota chuckled to herself and shook her head. “Now then… where was I? Oh, right, I was thinking about how since this is your first offense, we don’t want to do anything too punitive. After all, everybody makes mistakes, right?”

“Yeah… mistakes,” Kim dryly replied, rolling her eyes again. “That’s exactly what this is, a mistake.”

She was only being partially sarcastic.

“Let’s see… oh, I know! This one will be just perfect!” Dakota chortled, flicking her cane through the air. She pointed the head of it at Kim, and the black gem embedded inside began to glow. It flashed with energy and the light wrapped around the asian girl, filling her body with transformation energy.

Kim tried to brace herself, and let out a cry. When the light faded though, she didn’t notice anything wrong with herself.

She took a quick glance at the mirror just to be sure, and there she was- dressed in her underwear, just like she’d gone to sleep in.

“…What did you do?” Kim asked suspiciously, checking out her look in the mirror. Her hair was the same, and it wasn’t like her boobs had inflated to the size of beach balls or anything like that. And as for mental compulsions… she couldn’t tell if anything was different, so she was probably safe, right?

…She sure hoped she was, anyway.

“What were you expecting?” Dakota scoffed, rolling her eyes. “It’s a minor punishment transformation. As fun as it would be to turn you into a beach bimbo, we’ve got to have room to grow, you should know that.”

Kim thought that if Dakota wanted to, she could find plenty of ways to justify “room to grow” in terms of being a bimbo, but she kept her mouth shut.

She’s probably taking it easy on me, so I’ll be more likely to use this transformation again in the future, Kim guessed. If she goes all-out in the beginning and messes me up bad, she knows there’s no chance I’ll ever use it again.

With that being said… what exactly DID Dakota do?

Because Kim was having trouble seeing what exactly had changed.

“Well? Then what is it?” The asian girl turned back to Dakota and crossed her arms over her modest chest. “This ‘minor transformation’ you gave me, I mean.”

Dakota smiled. “I’m happy to tell you that!”

• Knees Weak, Palms Sweaty: It’s a hot day outside, and it’s hot and steamy inside, too! For the duration of the transformation, Kim will find that her body perspires significantly easier, and in greater volume. The sweat she produces will be tasteless and odorless, but will make her skin very smooth and shiny like tanning oil. She’ll still feel the physical symptoms that come with sweating considerably, prolonged strenuous activity should not be encouraged, unless one wants to deal with soaked bedsheets and clothing. (Punishment)

“Well?” Dakota purred. “What do you think?”

Kim made a face. “Well… it’s definitely not what I was expecting,” she said, feeling a little grossed out. “I mean… a transformation that makes me sweat? I’ve been sweating a lot recently, working out with Dani, and it’s not sexy at all.”

“That’s a matter of perspective,” Dakota replied with a shrug. “Some people like seeing a girl in the state. It suggests that she’s done some very… intense physical activities.”

Kim wasn’t sure she liked the sound of that. “Well… I doubt Nick’s one of those people,” she replied. “He might like tomboys, but I think even he’d draw the line at a woman who looks and feels all clammy and gross.”

Dakota scoffed. “Please, this isn’t at all like the cold sweats you get into when it’s time to pay your family’s bill, Kim, this is the sexy, alluring kind of sweat! …Well, mostly.”

“Mostly!?” Kim didn’t like the sound of that. She looked suspiciously at the host. “What exactly is that supposed to mean, huh?!”

A smirk crossed Dakota’s pale face. Her golden eyes glittered with amusement. “Well… today is your Sick Day, after all,” she replied. “And when some people get sick, one of the symptoms is increased perspiration! That’s why I decided on this transformation. I thought it would be fitting.”

“Oh, great,” Kim groaned. “So, what, the next time I use it, you’re going to give me a perpetual sore throat?”

“Oh, not at all, I’ll leave that up to Nick,” Dakota said with a suggestive wink. “At any rate… why all the complaining? This really isn’t that intrusive of a punishment transformation at all, when you get right down to it.”

“Well… you’re not wrong,” Kim had to admit, glancing at herself in the mirror again. Now that the room was brighter from the sun rising, she could see the faintest gleam of sweat on some parts of her skin where the light touched. “I guess it could be worse…”

Still, she couldn’t shake the bad feeling she had. After all, she would be spending the whole day at the beach. It seemed like she’d be perspiring quite a bit.

“That’s the spirit!” Dakota clapped her hands together and twirled her cane. “And think of all the benefits! No compulsion to finish things for the rest of the day, no work, of course, and you won’t be graded on your sexual activities! And we can’t forget, you can wear whatever sexy, skimpy bathing suit you want!”

Kim froze.

Oh, yeah, that’s right… a bathing suit. I’d almost forgotten.

In her urge to make sales yesterday, she hadn’t even considered the fact that she would need a swimsuit herself for when they got to the beach. Major oversight there! She and Dani had talked about it a little before heading to bed, but it had slipped her mind this morning!

Well… I suppose I could wear the one I was given last time, she thought, glancing over at the closet.

Dakota just groaned and rolled her eyes. “Oh, please, tell me you’re NOT planning on wearing that boring old thing,” she scoffed.

“What?” Kim frowned and looked defensively at her. “What’s the matter with it? It’s a perfectly fine swimsuit, it’s modest!”

“Yes, yes, it certainly is,” Dakota said, making that sound like an insult instead of a positive. “But then what? You really think you’re going to catch Nick’s eye with something like that? You know what sort of bathing suits the other women picked out. You were there!”

Kim blushed as she recalled some of the more daring choices the other girls had purchased.

“W-well… yes, that’s not wrong,” she admitted with a shake of her head. “But I don’t see what the point of that is! We all have our own styles, and that one suits me just fine!”

Dakota shrugged. “Well, I knew you were getting daring with Nick, but I didn’t expect you to be interested in fetishwear. I suppose…”

“Rrghk.” Kim grunted a response and looked away, her face heating up. As much as she hated to admit it… Dakota wasn’t wrong.

The schoolgirl swimsuit was indeed a type of fetishwear, there was no denying that.

But…

“The boutique isn’t even open,” Kim pointed out, knowing her work schedule like the back of her hand. “There’s no time to go out and buy a new swimsuit now, even if I wanted to!”

Dakota rolled her eyes. “Kim, where do you think you are right now?” She asked, sweeping her cane across the room.

Kim followed it with her eyes, and looked out at the vast assortment of mannequins covered in clothing. She hadn’t noticed before (or maybe Dakota had just changed them) but all the outfits now were various swimsuits.

She blushed. I can’t believe I forgot that… right.

“I told you girls the day you moved in here, remember?” Dakota said with a sly purr in her voice. “There’s no need to buy clothing so long as you’re staying in the Fashion Suite! You can borrow any outfit you like! And we have all the best styles.”

Kim’s cheeks heated up as she looked from one skimpy swimsuit to the next. There had to be more options than this, right?

“Take your time, and take your pick,” Dakota said, smiling coyly at the girl. “Wouldn’t want you to come to regret it later.”

Kim’s eyes widened in surprise. What was THAT supposed to mean!?

“Dakota?” She stammered warily. But before she could ask the dozen worrying questions bouncing around in the back of her head, the host had already disappeared with a tap of her cane.

Almost the second she vanished from sight, Dani sat up in bed with a big yawn and rubbed her eyes.

As her vision adjusted, she looked over at Kim with a curious expression on her face. “Hey, Kim, everything alright?” She asked. “You look a little under the weather.”

Kim winced, and fanned herself. She hadn’t been focusing on it due to the stuff with Dakota, but now that she had a moment to breathe, she WAS feeling a little flushed.

She glanced in the mirror and saw her flustered, sweaty complexion, and instinctively wiped her forehead.

Her hand came back very wet.

Oh, great. This should be a fun day, she thought dryly.

“It’s nothing,” she sighed, walking over to the mannequins and scanning over them with her eyes. “Dakota was just here a second ago, and she encouraged me to pick out a swimsuit. You know, like how we talked about last night?”

“Oh, right… for the beach party, yeah?” Dani smiled at her roommate. “Should be pretty fun I imagine. You excited for it?”

Oh, yes, Kim was just bursting with excitement! Couldn’t Dani tell?

“Sure, Dani,” she said sarcastically, trying to smile. “It’s gonna be a blast. Now, if you don’t mind, I need to pick out a swimsuit for today… preferably, one that won’t turn transparent if it gets too much water on it.”

Dani raised her eyebrow. “Is… is that a big problem?” She asked, not sure what the other girl was getting at. But then, she didn’t know the context behind why Kim looked so sweaty right now.

Ideally, that should describe most swimsuits. But given the nature of the punishment transformation Dakota had saddled Kim with, she couldn’t help but wonder if the host was banking on a little bit of a show for Nick’s sake.

…And while yes, the idea of Nick checking her out in a semi-transparent swimsuit did strike a certain chord with Kim, she wanted to at least try to preserve some modesty now that she could actually pick out her own clothes to wear, for once!

Still…

Those skimpy ones, they looked so much fancier than the boring clothes Kim was used to buying for herself back home. And the school swimsuit was a little frumpy…

Kim had no idea when the next chance to take a day off sick would be. Shouldn’t she go all-out and wear something nice? Something that she wouldn’t normally be wearing?

It wasn’t like she actually wanted to do that, of course. It just made sense. Because she had the opportunity now! It would be foolish to waste it!

Yeah, that’s what she was gonna go with.