You’re beat. Between an early flight, boarding delays, getting a rental and finally finding the hotel, you and your female colleague want nothing more than to finally see your rooms and drift into dreamland. Soon, that’s exactly where you are, with your luggage on the hotel bed. After some sleep and a good breakfast, you’ll officially be alternating between meetings, workshops and private time. Of course, you have that all planned. The secret sissy panties, stockings, bras and nighties you packed will be a welcome change from the stuffy work talk and scratchy dress clothes you’ll be wearing during the day.

Almost Bedtime….

All you want to do is pop open your suitcase and grab a babydoll nightie and a fresh pair of panties, but you suddenly freeze and an uneasy feeling takes hold. The tag on your luggage is different. Looking closer, the suitcase is….not yours. Panic. Now your heart is pounding and as you unfasten the locking clasps on each side, you can only stare at the lingerie, dresses, shoes, skirts and blouses that lay before you. They’re beautiful, but they aren’t your things. The tag on the luggage belongs to….your co-worker down the hall. Your mind races to remember the check-in process downstairs. Both suitcases were unloaded from the rental and they sat patiently during check-in, you recalled. In your travel-weary state, you must not have noticed that you lugged the wrong one to your room.

Your suitcase and the bag your colleague owns definitely look quite similar…..but none of that matters now. You rush around to the side of the bed to grab the room phone and get the number for her room. Maybe she hasn’t unpacked yet! Ohpleasepleaseplease you hear yourself say out loud. Just the idea of all your feminine lingerie in someone else’s possession makes you feel sick. As you cradle the receiver in your neck, you scramble to clasp her suitcase, ready to rush out the door instantly. The front desk connects you and then there’s more ringing and finally her voice on the line. And then….laughing.

Oh, no. No! She’s laughing at you. She knows. And she wants to see you. Now. ‘Bring my suitcase’, you hear her say through laughter. The humiliation burns your face.

You couldn’t have ever dreamed what happened next. It was both terrifying and thrilling, and if you want to know, call me on Sissy School and I’ll give you the end of the story.
It’ll make you squeal like a little bitch!