It's been three years since my brother disappeared. Three fuckin' years of emotional torment, eventually leading to a breakdown that landed me in the local mental asylum, wasting away my days in a padded cell with my arms pinned to my sides. The only human contact I get is from the doctors and the other patients, and even that was only after I had proven to be 'stable' enough. Fuck you and your stability! My brother disappeared at a convention - most likely taken into a trafficking ring or something - and you want me to be stable! Insensitive pricks. I guess I can play along long enough to get out of here, though.

"Patient number 2615525, I am coming in. Please move to your bed."

*sigh*, great. I've got him again, Doctor Tightass. Guess Helen isn't in today, which makes it Wednesday. Helen looks after her sick grandmother on Wednesdays, and comes here every other day. She's really a sweet woman, and she treats me as though I was her own daughter, which is nice.

"Patient number 2615525, have you done as instructed?" Doctor Asshole asked.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm going." I grumbled, shuffling over to the bed and throwing myself down on my back. Aside from the straitjacket, they let you wear what you want, which for me is a pair of black hot pants. "I'm on the bed. Better not have your way with me."

"Very funny, patient number 2615525." he said, opening the door and walking in, closing it behind him. He took a seat on the only other piece of furniture in my room, a small wooden stool with no back. I hate the thing, not comfy at all. At least they ask you what mattress you'd like. "I am merely here to inform you of an outing we are conducting, to the local convention centre. They are holding a video game convention on Saturday, so arts and crafts tomorrow will be dedicated to making any costumes you would like."

I sat up, glaring daggers at the fucker. "How dare you." I growled, resisting the urge to charge at him. An angry tone is the most I can get away with these days without ruining all of my hard work. "You ask me if I want to go to the place where my brother disappeared?! Is this some kind of test!? Or just some sick joke!?"

He just sat there, jotting down notes on a small pad of paper. "No joke, I assure you. Just a day out of the asylum for the more behaved patients. Would you like to go?"

I growled one more time before sighing and falling back onto the bed again. "Sure, John." I said, defeated. "I'll go. Can I get a haircut first though? I feel like I haven't had it cut since I got put in here."

"You haven't. I'll arrange for Patricia to come by later, 2615525. Might I recommend this character for your costume?" He held out a small picture.

"Zinnia, huh? Why her?" I asked. I'd liked Zinnia a lot before coming here, and I suspected that someone put that on my file, which is why John knew about her.

"Well, you share quite a few similarities with this character physically already. All you would need is the hair style and the outfit." he explained. Can't say he's wrong. With the raven black hair and amber eyes, my face is pretty much a perfect mirror of Zinnia - with the right haircut, of course. Even our fashion choices were similar, hot pants and a tee-shirt, though I was never sold on the cloak. What was creepy, though, was that when I was little my parents got me a hamster that I names Aster. It was a rescue animal, used to test shampoo before it was rescued, so the chemicals had changed it's fur colour. To pink.

"Yeah, alright." I said. John pulled the picture back, moving back to the door.

"I'll have Patricia take off your straitjacket, too." He said, pulling the door open. "You've been deemed safe enough for free roaming without it. Congratulations, 2615525."

"My name's Zoey, asswipe!"

A few hours later, I was sat watching some show about ponies in the commons room while Patty cut my hair. I liked some of the songs they sang, but the show itself was horrible. But it was Steven's turn to choose what we watch, so I didn't say anything. Poor guy thought his mom and sisters were some kind of crystal aliens...

"So, you're going to the con?" Patty asked. Another of the nice ones, Patty, she was a pretty tall phillipino woman with pink hair down to her shoulders and huge jugs. I'm not kidding, I asked her what size she was once, and do you know what she told me? Thirty eight double G. Thirty. Eight. Double. Fucking. G. Me gusta...

What? I'm bi and I have a huge sex drive, get over it.

I shook myself slightly, causing any loose hair to fly off. "Yeah, thought it'd be nice to get out for once, ya know?"

"I still don't know why you're still in here, girl." Patty said. "As far as I'm concerned, you're fine. No maniacal laughing fits, no rocking back and forth with distant eyes, no talking to a bag of flour wearing a party hat."

"Can we not talk about the flour, please?" I asked, wincing. That was embarrassing, especially since it was only because I couldn't see my family on my birthday.

"Sorry, Hun. Forgot."

"It's fine, Patty. No worries."

We sat in silence for a minute before Patty handed me a red belt with a bag fastened to the back. "For the costume." she said, brushing off my shoulders. "Made it myself for my niece, but she didn't want it. Then I noticed that this Zinnia character has a red belt and brought it in for you."

"Thanks, Patty." I said, tears forming.

"No prob, Hun." she said. She then leaned forwards, pressing her breasts against my back and (presumably) unintentionally sending my heart into overdrive. "Listen," she whispered, her minty breath washing over my frozen face. "They're making you have a staff member to help tomorrow, but they let you choose. Just ask for me. I'm good with clothes."

"But isn't tomorrow your day off?" I asked, shifting my shoulder. I felt her breast move too, and it was awesome.

"Yeah, but it's for you." she replied. She then stood back up and grabbed her mirrors, handing me one. "Whadd'ya think?"

Pushing back the urge to shudder, I examined the excellent job Patty had done. "It's perfect, Patty. Looks just like her."

Patty started putting her things away as I stood up and brushed myself off.

"Darn it!" Patty said. When I turned to see what was up, I got a view of Heaven! And it was black and lacy.

"Say, Patty..." I began, trailing off as Patty turned her body, still bent down, and gave me the perfect valley view.

"Yeah, Zoey?" she asked, snapping me out of my trance. "What's up?"

Now or never.

"Would you mind... uh... coming to my room later? Like... after dark?"

Patty giggled, causing her chest to jiggle slightly. "Sure, Hun." she said, standing up and putting a hand on her hip. "I'll even come... alone." She slipped into a sultry tone on the last word, sending me over the dam.

"'KaythanksseeyoulaterPattybye!"

And with that, I ran back to my room, closed the door and collapsed onto the bed before thrusting my hands into my shorts.

So Patty actually did come by last night. And she came alone. And she had put my tape on a sleep loop.

I'm gonna say one thing about what happened next - Patty is good.

Anyway, now we're in the commons room again, only this time there's a bunch of sewing equipment and fabric dyes all over the tables. Patty was helping me dye the patterns onto the shirt when Lewis and Mikey got into a fight, Lewis actually managing to draw blood when he stabbed Mikey in the shoulder with a pair of scissors. Lewis was taken to the 'time-out room', which is basically solitary confinement, and Mikey was taken down to the infirmary. Both were taken off the trip.

I was beginning work on the shorts when Steven came over.

"Say, Zoey, do you have any spare pink cloth?" he asked. I reached under the desk I was sat at and handed him my entire roll. I didn't need it anyway, since my character didn't have any pink in her clothes. I watched him as he walked back to his area and saw that he was making a little plush lion, entirely pink. I wondered why for a moment before I looked to the side to see he had made a cardboard sword and shield set, both following a rose theme in design. Next to them was a folded set of clothes. I guess he finished early and just started making a little teddy. Cute.

"Zoey, you're shirt's ready!" Patty called, taking the shirt off of the line we had set up to let it dry on. Patty had worn her own clothes to work today, and they let her off because it was supposed to be her day off and this was technically charity work. Today she wore a purple low-cut crop top that showed off her cleavage, as well as a pair of purple bike shorts. She had a black trench coat that covered her completely when she came in, but she was wearing it open, so I don't know why she bothered with it. I know she was teasing me after last night, and fucks sake it was working!

"Thanks Patty, I'm just starting the shorts now." I replied, turning back to the sewing machine. Patty leaned directly over me, breasts against the back of my head and a smirk on her face.

"You do realise you're wearing a pair of shorts that you could use. You only need the cloak." she said.

"Oh yeah," I leaned back, using her chest as a pillow. "Have we got any brown fabric?"

"No, but I already have the cloak sorted." the bombshell produced a perfect replica of the cloak from seemingly nowhere, placing it on my chest (and using it as a cover to fondle me a little).

"How?"

"Remember that uncle I had who was a hermit?"

"Oh yeah."

I did remember the uncle. In fact, he was a patient here for about a year until he died of a heart attack. Poor guy, all he wanted was to live and die in Nature's embrace, and instead he dies in this place.

"Come on, Hun." Patty said, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Let's go back to you're room and see how you look!"

"Alright." I gathered up the costume and cleaned up while Patty went and told John, who was in charge of the arts and crafts session today, where we were going. I gave Steven a few of the other fabrics I had left, receiving a plush Whismur in return. Guy works fast! After that, Patty lead the way back to my room and closed the door behind us.

Without hesitation I stripped down to my panties, exposing my ample D-cup breasts to the woman before me. I took my time putting the clothes back on, too, enjoying the way her legs pressed together. The shorts went on first, because for some reason I had felt the need to take them off in the first place. The way the fabric tingled on my skin was new, but it was wonderful new. Next came the boots which, while not as sexual, did give me an excuse to be topless with Patty for just a little longer. Then the shirt came on, it's tight fabric exactly what I wanted. I fastened Patty's belt-bag around my waist before putting on the cloak with a flourish and striking a pose. Patty applauded me, biting her lower lip slightly as she stood.

"Gimme a little twirl, Hun." she said. I did as instructed, stopping facing away and giving my ass a little shake - which Patty took as an invitation to give it a smack. "Nice. Sexy."

"You think so?" I asked, turning around. I looked down a myself, a spitting image of Zinnia as far as I was concerned.

"Yeah, you'd have had guys drooling over you at that convention. Literally, if you wanted." I laughed at that, up until I registered what she had said.

"What do you mean, 'would have had'?" I asked. Patty smirked at me and handed me a small, spiralling anklet of a blue dragon with a small stone imbedded in the head.

"Enjoy your trip, Hun. I'll see you soon."

With that, the world went to Hell. The gem in the anklet flashed, and before I knew what was happening, a giant green dragon head burst through the wall and swallowed me whole. Next Chapter: Stable-izing Estimated time remaining: 15 Hours, 12 Minutes