Story: Hidden From Herself

Hidden From Herself
By Tcheser

“Angie!” Michael called “Take out the trash, I don’t want to have to tell you again!”

“Okay, okay, I’m going” Angie replied indignantly but hurried to gather up the aforementioned trash from the kitchen so she could take it out of their motel room and down to the dumpster in the parking lot.

“And watch that attitude or someone is going to have a sore bottom,” Michael added as he watched her struggle with the two heavy bags of trash which would have been one bag if she had taken out the trash earlier like he had told her.

“I will, I’m sorry, I’ll watch the attitude,” Angie quickly reassured Michael who looked at her skeptically.

“Okay, honey, hurry back, dinner will be ready soon.” Michael then said with a smile and tousled her short messy hair messing it up even further.

Dismissed Angie hefted the bags and went out the door into the dry heat of southern Texas. Heading down the open air hallway to the stairs she couldn’t help but reflect on how all the things that had happened to get her to this point.

Just a month ago she had been a highly successful gold digger. With her long blonde hair, angelic face and just a little help from some cleverly applied cosmetics and space age undergarments there wasn’t a man alive she couldn’t wrap around her little finger. True they never put a ring on the finger that mattered, but she had no problem keeping them interested long enough to get what she wanted.
This allowed her a very nice lifestyle. She had all the latest designer clothes, drove a luxury convertible, and had a condo on the beach.

Life was sweet...


Then it was discovered that her current sugar daddy just happened to be involved in some highly illegal activities. While building their case the FBI quickly came to the conclusion that she probably knew more than she thought or would at least would be viewed as a liability by her boyfriend. They approached her and told her that she was in great danger and would have to go into witness protection for her own safety. Reluctantly she agreed to testify against him in exchange for protection. After that everything changed... and not for the better!

At first she was put in a safe house nearby, which was actually pretty nice, but that didn’t work out with her social schedule. They said she was violating their agreement and she told them that was tough. If they wanted her testimony they would have to work with her. So they moved her to a more remote safe house and watched her more carefully. Unfortunately what they considered an emergency and what she considered an emergency were quite different, and when she went to a very public party some of her friends were having, they nearly decided to wash their hands of her. Only their desperate need for her testimony made them continue to try and work with her.

They had one more thing they could do, but it would mean that she had to go alone with a stern looking specialist named Michael, whom she didn't even know and do everything he said. Having little choice, Angie reluctantly agreed to these strict conditions and to do whatever she was told.

Things happened quickly after that. The two of them left the big city in an old sedan Michael had purchased with cash and headed south by the back roads. Angie fell asleep in the car and when she woke she found herself in the middle of nowhere Texas.

Michael then took her shopping at the most glamorous store they had in town... Cheapo’s Thrift. Here her elegant designer skirt and blouse and sexy five inch heels were replaced with much cheaper, much less sophisticated alternatives.

Michael then had her change into her new clothes. She was anything but pleased and told him so in no uncertain terms that she wasn’t going to wear “this trash”. She then tried to insist on changing back into her old clothes, only to find out that Michael had thrown them away while she was changing. So no matter how retarded she looked, she had no choice but to wear the cheap thrift store clothes he had procured.

Looking down at herself now as she negotiated the stairs Angie just shook her head. A pair of pink denim shortalls, a yellow striped top, mismatched ankle socks and childish little bow flats. A typical outfit these days. And without her special padded underwear and uplift bra she looked like a skinny and nearly flat chested teenager. More a young lady than a real woman.

After the shopping trip Michael then gave her the first of many spankings for disobeying him. Having never been spanked she didn’t know how to react and was more shocked than anything else for the first few swats. Then the pain and realization that she was being spanked like a naughty little girl over her daddy’s knee by a man she barely knew hit her and it was too much. Before she knew it she was in tears.

After that she dropped the gold digging bitch act and became a full time member of the ‘Trying to avoid a spanking club’. Very exclusive.

And worse still while Angie was still recovering from this first spanking Michael came around and gathered her hair up into a high ponytail and took a pair scissors and cut it off! This left her with just an uneven rather messy mop of hair that made her look like a little street urchin. It exposed her ears which stuck out more than she liked and which she had always worn her hair long to cover up.

This however was just the beginning of the difficulties Angie had posing as Michael’s teenage daughter and living at the Shady Grove motel. Michael was willing to put himself in danger to protect Angie, but he was not for a moment going to take a bit of lip or impertinence from her. He also had a cornucopia of rules he expected her to follow. He said that they were to keep them safe, but it was hard for her to believe at times that some of them were just for his own amusement.

For instance he informed her that she was not going to be allowed to wear makeup for the foreseeable future. This seemed insane to her. Sure she was supposed to be pretending to be a teenage girl and not wearing makeup made her look younger, but teenage girls wore makeup, sometimes they wore lots of makeup! Why was it okay for them to wear it and not her? Without it she certainly looked younger, but she felt so plain and immature. Women wore makeup and she was a woman! It was so unfair.

As she hefted the bag of trash and heaved it up and into the dumpster it got caught on the edge and split open dribbling icky water on her feet. Disgusted and near tears she stood there in the parking lot and pondered her fate.

She wasn't sure what was worse; living in this miserable little one horse town pretending to be a backward teenager or facing possible death at the hands of her boyfriend... especially when there really was no threat. Her boyfriend was an innocent businessman. It was she who had been engaged in all the illegal activities he was being blamed for, he was no real danger at all. Of course she could hardly let on to that, if she did they might come to suspect her and then it would be she who was carted off to prison.

So as much as she hated it she closed the wooden gate to the dumpster and slowly made her way back to the motel room to have dinner with the man that through protecting her from a criminal, who was actually her, had made her life a humiliating nightmare.