Run away

You are angry - as you should be! You're a professional, successful woman and you won't put up with this kind of behavior! You storm out of the room, determined to later take this issue to your boss, mr Alexander. But as soon as you cross the door, you find yourself in a different place all of a sudden.

"What..."

It's the backstage of some auditorium and you recognize the conference logo... It's a National Advertisement Convention! The most prestigious conference in your field. Creme de la creme of the industry sits in this hall... and you are about to receive a prize for the best advertisement campaign last year! You can actually hear the man announcing your name, which is your cue to get on the stage and thank everyone involved... but as you move towards the entrance, a security guard halts you.

"I'm sorry sir, the access is restricted."

You look at him dumbfounded. "But... I'm about to receive the prize!"

The man checks the list he has with him. "I'm sorry sir, I actually have a woman listed here - miss Minerva Rivers. Sorry, I can't let you in."

You look at the man in disbelief. "But I am a woman! Can't you see that?" You look down at your smart business suit, white shirt... and not a hint of chest. In the meantime, your boss took the stage to buy you some time. You don't even wear a bra to make your story believable. You can see the guard frowning as he looks briefly at your boyish figure. "I'm gonna need to see some ID sir..." He starts, and you realize you left your documents in your purse. You hear another burst of laughter, but it seems your boss is running out of the jokes...

You bite your lip and make a quick decision. You undo a few buttons of your shirt, exposing your small breasts to the guard. "See? I'm a wom-" You pause as you hear your boss say "Well, it seems Minerva won't be joining us today after all... on her behalf, I'd like to..." You can't let that happen. You can't pass this opportunity to shine. Without giving it a second thought you make a swift move and pass next to the stunned security guard, jumping straight out on the stage. "It's me, It's me! I'm Minerva Rivers!" You shout, as you feel the heat of the spotlights... and just before you hear a burst of laughter. Your flat chest is still exposed, your mosquito-bite breasts out there, for all to see, to laugh at, to ridicule... All the important professionals, all the potential employers and big clients... and the moment that was supposed to define your career...

You look at your boss, and he's laughing at you with them, gesturing to the person next to him how flat you are exactly. You feel your cheeks burning and tears come to your eyes...

And then you wake up, all sweaty and bothered... and strangely aroused. You notice your nipples stand erect, as if they were caressed all night.

You look at the clock...