Chair

I heard Sarah's unmistakable footsteps approaching, the board getting yanked up as her hand quickly appeared and grabbed my shirt pulling me out of the hole and helping me stand up. She let the board fall before anyone saw what we were doing or I guess what we did, looking around over her shoulder. "Alright, so that was fun, I'm sure but the last bit of your experience today will consist of being one last support for women to use." I groan, "But....". "I don't want to hear it, I told you I wanted to help and this is me helping. Guys treat women like the ground to walk all over them. I'm not saying your like that but before you go out and get yourself a new girlfriend, I want you to remember your experiences today. Now hurry up, follow me and let me do all of the talking." I followed her back to the dressing room, a attendant now standing out front behind a podium. Sarah quickly walked up to her and started asking random questions and they walked off together. As they passed, she motioned towards the dressing rooms and grinned. I sigh and walked in when the coast was clear , scanning the empty rooms till I found what she was talking about. Before me was a big chair, the lazy boy type. I thought it was odd having such a big chair in a dressing room but didnt give it much thought as I heard the women approach the room again. The floor was solid, so I wasn't going to be in another hole again. I suddenly look down at the seat and grew pale, what Sarah wanted dawning on me. There was a cloth cover over the whole thing, so I moved sit. There on the seat portion was a face sized hole, the supporting straps underneath the cushion visible through the hole. The chair was backed up into the corner with the back slightly opened, realizing she wanted me to curl up my body into the corner under the chair with my face pointing upward through the seat with the cloth covering my face. I let out a sigh, panic suddenly filling me as a heard the approach of footsteps. I scramble into the chair, making sure the cloth covered my my face and then layed there waiting. It baffled me I was going along with Sarah's wishes, the risk of getting caught thrilling me and scaring the shit out of me all at once. My thoughts were cut short as the door swung open, revealing the sight of Sarah with a arm full of clothes in hand. She shut the door and locked it, walking over to the chair and me and bent over. Whispering softly, "I can barely tell your in there, the bumps your face creating barely noticeable. I can only tell it's you because I know your there, which I'm glad you figured out what I wanted. Now, I can't talk to you anymore so not to arrise suspicion. So from now on till I come get you, your just a chair." With that, she dumped her arm load of clothes on top of me, the layers of fabric pressing down on my face.