Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Author: wandrer Title: Mix Up Part: Chapter 1 Universe: The Company Keywords: mc, mf, tf Company: A rare error by The Company leads to a very innocent girl undergoing procedures meant for a very different woman. Disclaimer: This story is a work of adult fiction and contains sexually explicit material that some may find offensive. It is meant for persons over the age of 18 and is not suitable for children. All characters contained within are purely fictional, any similarity of any character, event or place to any actual person, event or place, is purely coincidental. The author reserves all rights to this work. It may be freely distributed, posted and archived electronically only in its entirety including all header material. It may not be sold in whole or in any part, or as part of an electronic document, printed material, voice recording or any other manner without proper copyright clearances being obtained from the author. "Mix Up" - Chapter 1 "And don't go drinking with your buddies while I'm gone, Frank." Diane Carsten glowered at her husband, who meekly nodded. "Yes, dear." She looked at him a moment then nodded curtly. Diane was slightly taller than her husband, and although the severity of her features meant she would never be called 'pretty', she was definitely stunning. At about 5'10, her long, shapely legs disappeared into her conservative black skirt, although even its simple cut couldn't hide the tight curve of her ass beneath it. Even at 35, her body had barely an ounce of fat. Unfortunately that meant her breasts were a modest b-cup, but she still drew looks. Her raven-black hair framed a sharp, beautiful face - something out of a roman sculpture, with white skin to match. With a toss of her head, she reached down and lifted her suitcase to walk out to the waiting limo. Frank watched her go, still amazed at how the sway of that perfect ass made his cock jerk slightly, even after ten years of wedded hell. His meek smile remained fixed as he waved to her, but when he turned away and closed the door, it was replaced by a quite different evil grin. "Well, that bitch will certainly be more fun when she gets home from the 'spa'." He walked back into the foyer of their massive home and picked up the phone. After a few rings the other end picked up. "She's on her way." The voice at the other end of the line was female, and quite proper. "Very good, sir. The funds have cleared as well. You're still certain that you want all of this done? There is no chance of reversal after this sort of work..." "Oh, I'm sure. Are you sure you don't need my address or her name, or anything?" "No, sir, we wish to keep our contact with you as minimal as possible, to reduce your risk. We have her last name, and that should be sufficient. Assuming that she has sufficient identification on her person to tell us where to return her, this will be our last contact, and she will arrive in a week. We're sure you'll be quite happy with the results." "But she won't be," Frank muttered. The voice at the other end of the line didn't seem to recognize the rhetorical statement. "No, sir. The extra fee you have paid has ensured that she will retain enough internal awareness to be quite conscious of what has been done to her, although her reactions will usually indicate otherwise. Difficult, but certainly not impossible." Frank nodded. "Well, thanks. I look forward to the results." "Yes sir. You can contact us at this number if you have any questions." Frank smiled at the phone as the line went dead. Then began humming to himself as he dialed another number. "Rich? Frank. Wanna hit the pub tonight...?" "Honey, your cab is here." Dave Carson smiled at his tiny wife as she walked down the stairs. Susan was dressed in a white sundress and smiled shyly at her husband. They had only been married for three months, him 27, her 19, and she still felt the oddness of living with a man, occasionally. They were both quite religious, and her upbringing hadn't left much room for experience with men. Still, when they had met six months ago at the church picnic, they both just knew it was right. They were still working out the kinks of the whole consummation thing, but she was sure that their weekly sex sessions would get better. Dave swallowed, trying not to reveal how much her 5'1" body turned him on (and he really should feel guilty about that). Her smooth legs ended in cute, small feet in her sandals, and the sundress served to accentuate her tiny but curvy hips and apple-sized breasts. Her adorable little face with the constant red blush in her cheeks made him want her all the more. But she just couldn't seem to relax enough to enjoy sex. Which was why he was hoping that a week in a spa might make her a bit less tense, in general. And in bed, in particular. "Sweetie, are you sure you don't mind my going for a whole week?" "Of course not, honey. I think this will be very good for you. And I'll see you next weekend when you get home." Susan frowned, slightly, then stood on tiptoe to kiss her husband. Picking up her bag, she walked out towards the cab and looked nervously back at him. This would be her first time out of her home town, and she was more than a little nervous. Still, the spa sounded so nice... She got into the taxi and sat quietly as it took her to the airport. Sam swore as he looked down at his watch, sprinting through the baggage claim. His first damn day on the job and he was late. He definitely didn't want to get fired from this one - as a college summer job it couldn't get much cushier. Driving women for some company - all he had to do was get there and pick them up, and drop them off at the address he was given. Real damn simple. And the pay was unbelievable. His next year of college and a bit for spending money. And here he was, fucking up on his first day. They had warned him that he didn't want to be reprimanded, as it could have permanent repercussions, although he didn't really know what that meant. Crap. Who was he picking up again? Something with a 'C'. He reached into his coat to pull out the placard... ...and careened headlong into another driver, sending them both sprawling. "Shit, moron! What's your problem?!" The other driver yelled, collecting his hat and his own placard. "Sorry, sorry...it was an accident!" Sam mumbled, collecting his gear. The other driver looked as though he wanted to say more, but suddenly the crush of people from their flight began filing in, and he settled for glaring at Sam and slamming his cap back on his head. A quiet voice spoke in front of Sam. "I'm Susan Carson. Are you the driver?" Startled, Sam looked down and blushed. The girl in front of him was about his age, and absolutely gorgeous. Tiny, but her rosy cheeks and dimples made his heart leap. He looked down at his placard which said 'Carson' and looked back at her. He glanced over at the man he had run into and saw him being harangued by a tall, dark-haired older woman, and smiled slightly at their respective fortunes. While they were both nice to look at, the shy blond girl in front of him certainly was more pleasant to drive. "Yes, ma'am. Can I get your bag?" Susan sat in the back of the limo, wide blue eyes scanning the lush vehicle. She had never been in anything like this before - this spa must be something else. A dark window separated her from the driver, she could just barely make out the back of his head, and the tinted windows were completely reflective from the outside, and she felt a thrill knowing she could watch people and they couldn't see her at all. She glanced over at the small bar on the side. The driver had said she could drink anything she wanted. She certainly didn't drink much alcohol, but a diet coke sounded fabulous. She grabbed one of the small bottles and began to sip it, watching the strange countryside go by. After a minute or so, she yawned and felt her eyelids start to flutter closed. The flight had tired her out more than she realized. And this seat was so...comfy... Within moments, Susan's small body lay curled up on the seat, breathing steadily in a deep sleep. Sam pulled into the large drive of the address he had been given - a large house with several smaller buildings surrounding it. A woman in glasses and hair pulled back into a bun and two men in nondescript clothing stood waiting for him as he pulled up and stepped out of the limo. "You have our guest?" The woman queried Sam. "Yes ma'am. No problems. I think she might be asleep, though." Sam noticed the small smile that briefly flickered across the woman's mouth. "That's OK...we'll take care of her from here. Why don't you run in and sign for your delivery, and you can be on your way." Something about the woman made him nervous, but he just nodded and trudged into the house. She watched him go inside, then nodded to the men. They opened the door and lifted out the sleeping Susan, who had no reaction. The woman looked over the tiny blond girl, who wasn't really what she had expected, but no matter. She nodded to the men and they carried her into the large house. The woman grabbed her suitcase and followed them in. Sam came back out a few minutes later and looked in the back, seeing that his passenger was gone. He breathed a sigh of mild disappointment at not being able to see her again, but even more of relief that his first job had gone smoothly. He pulled the limo out of the driveway and back onto the road. Susan woke slowly, and her head seemed filled with cotton. She opened her eyes slowly and moaned quietly. "Wh..what? Where?" She blinked and her mouth was incredibly dry. She started to sit up and realized that she was in some sort of enclosed space with light streaming in from near her feet. "H-hello? Am I at the spa?" She turned in her small space, feeling a soft surface beneath her and leaned up on an elbow. And suddenly, as she looked down her small body illuminated by the light from the arched opening at her feet, she realized that she was naked! Susan began to cry. "H-hello? H-help! Where am I? What's going on? Where are my clothes?!" She clambered around onto all fours and crawled through the opening, blinking her eyes against the light. She saw motion in front of her and focused on it. After a few seconds of confusion, she realized that she was looking at...herself. Naked. Crawling out of a dog house. With a sob, she clambered the rest of the way out and stood up, seeing her naked body reflected in the mirror in front of her, her small breasts with their little pink nipples, and the blond fur between her legs. She turned, trying to cover herself, and realized that she was in a small room, entirely covered in mirrors. Even the floor reflected her naked body back to her as she looked down, and she tried to cross her legs to hide the little pink slit she saw there. Gulping down sobs of terror, she turned and let out a small wail as she realized what the only other items in the room were. There was the large, traditional white dog house with a red roof, and a large dog bowl. And both of them were emblazoned with a large pink 'Suzi' across them. Tears streaming down her cheeks, she backed up until she felt the cold of the mirror strike her naked behind. As she shook her head, soundlessly mouthing 'no' over and over, she suddenly realized that there was a jingling coming from at her throat. She reached a hand up to find something was around her neck! In horror she turned to look in the mirror, seeing her red eyes, tear-streaked cheeks.... And a thick pink leather collar tight around her neck with a little golden bone dangling from it. She choked as she leaned in to look at it, and could make out the reversed name 'Suzi' reflected back at her. Chest heaving with sobs, she slid down the mirror and curled into a ball in the corner, and closed her eyes, trying to pretend it was a dream. How long she sat there sobbing, she didn't know, but finally her dry mouth began to get the better of her, and all of her crying had dried her out as well. With a whimper, she started to stand. She gasped as a sudden jolt of pain shot through her from the collar. More than just a shock, it seemed to roll through her entire body, from her neck to the end of her hands and feet. With a scream she fell back to the ground. After a moment of new sobs she started again, and fell back with a cry as the same thing happened. Finally, sobbing piteously, she rolled onto her hands and knees, steeling herself against the pain she expected. Nothing happened. Not entirely nothing, actually. A strange tingle suffused her, in the palms of her hands, the center of her feet, and particularly (although she was burning with shame as she realized it) her small nipples and between her legs. She found herself panting slightly at the sensation. With a small sob of embarrassment and relief that the pain hadn't come back, she crawled over to the bowl in front of the dog house and looked inside. As she crawled, she didn't notice it consciously, but the pleasure increased slightly throughout her body, eliciting an unnoticed sigh. She reached the bowl and looked inside and let out a moan of happiness at seeing a small layer of water reflecting her face back at her. "Oh, thank god," she sighed, and reached down to pick up the bowl. It wouldn't budge. She pushed and pulled against it, but it was solidly attached to the ground. She cried out in frustration, but finally sat back on her haunches, sobbing again. And then it dawned on her what she had to do and she moaned in misery. She sat staring at it for a moment trying not to give in, but finally her thirst won out. Susan crouched on all fours, bent her head to her bowl, and began thirstily lapping up the water like a dog, slowly at first, and then faster. Again, though she was unaware of it through the fear and thirst, the rush of pleasure began emanating from her collar again, and she began to unconsciously moan slightly as she drank, hands clasped around her bowl. After a few more moments, her tiny hips began to thrust backwards ever so slightly and anyone watching her cute ass thrust in the air behind her might have noticed the slightest glistening between the pink folds of her pussy.