Revenge at the DMV (dg)

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Found this story on ASSTR. About a seemingly gorgeous, busty, 25 year old blonde who is exposed and downgraded at the DMV. Does anyone recognise it? Anyone have links to more works by the author? Or can anyone recommend more stories like this?

Revenge at the DMV by Blondie

It was a busy day at the DMV and Donna ran a brush through her
thick blonde hair before returning to her position at the license
renewal area. Despite being in great shape she never seemed to get
used to the rigors of standing for hours at a time. While the pay was
good, this was just a temporary job to get her through modeling school.
Before she could get back to Line #6, her boss grabbed her by
the arm and told her to immediately open a new line. His wife had
arrived and he didn't want her to have to wait to renew her license.
As Donna removed the "closed" sign from the window she saw a gorgeous
woman approach. This woman looked like an exact clone of Princess
Diana, or a younger version anyway. She was nearly as tall as Donna
(5'9"), sharp features, perfect Lady Di blonde hair and blue eyes, and
a great figure! A brown leather jacket did little to conceal her trim
waist and full bust line.
The Di-look-alike didn't say a word and slapped her expired
license on the counter in front of Donna. "Make this quick blondie"
she said; "I have better places to be than this rat hole." Donna was
a bit taken back by the attitude, "I need you to fill out an
application first..." Before she could finish her boss interrupted.
"Donna, just do at the lady says. She doesn't need to bother herself
with any forms, its all in the computer!" With that he gave her a
dirty look and left on his one of many breaks.
Lady Di charmed in "You'll make this quick, if you value your job
babe! One mistake and I'll have my husband fire your ass. You'll be
out of a job and money so fast your boob job will get repossessed!"
She laughed at her cute little joke and turned away.
Donna was 100% natural and took offense to any allusions
otherwise. She snatched up the drivers license and went to work. The
other customers were beginning to take notice of this altercation, not
to mention the two gorgeous blondes in Line #7.
Donna punched in the license number to bring up the file. She
was steaming but kept a calm and smiling exterior. The name on the
license amused Donna - DIANA Jenkins. Hmmmm, perhaps this woman is
trying a bit too hard to be a Di look-a-like. She dug further into the
file.
BINGO! Twelve years ago her name was unofficially changed to
Diana...from ETHEL! It was changed by her husband without authority,
back when he was in Donna's position!
"Is everything on this license still accurate" she asked Diana.
"Of course you bimbo, why would anything change!" She shot
Donna a dirty stare.
"I'm afraid your first name is not legal and I'll have to
switch it back to your real name until you can provide
documentation...Ethel!" This name hit Diana like a cold bucket of
water! Donna deleted DIANA from the screen and typed in ETHEL.
"What!?" screamed Ethel. Everyone looked at her. She lowered
her voice. "You'll do no such thing. My name is Diana! Get me your
supervisor!"
Donna smiled back. "I'm sorry, he's on a break. But I'll have
him review all changes". Before Ethel could get in another word.
Donna struck again. "Hmmmm, your date of birth shows 1975. That can't
be right. You surely don't look 25. Must be a typo." She deleted it
and typed in 1965. "There I fixed it for you ...35."
Ethel was dumbfounded. No one has ever talked to her like
that. While it was true her birthdate had been ...adjusted...a few
times, she believed she could easily pass for that age. "You can't do
that...I won't.....you aren't authorized...."
"Oh?" chimed in Donna "Do you have your birth certificate
handy?" She knew Ethel was not even close to 25, and called her
bluff.
More people were starting to notice the disturbance in Line #7
so Ethel kept her voice down. "I'll have you fired for this you bitch!"
Maybe so, thought Donna, but she was enjoying every moment, and
more was to follow. "I see your weight is listed as 128, that must be
a bit outdated. Can you please step over to our scale for
verification?"
Ethel was now flabbergasted and beginning to sweat. She was
taking the defensive now, to avoid making a scene. "Well maybe I'm
more like 130..or 135 now."
"No, sorry we need an accurate number....Ethel" as she led her
to the scale.
Ethel resigned herself to the fact that her 128 lbs of lies
were about to be exposed. She removed her jacket, set down her purse
to lighten the load before stepping on the scale.
"148 lbs" said Donna, a bit louder than needed.
"No wait, said Ethel, that's not right. She then removed her
tight sweater and her chunky 4" platforms. She stepped back on the
scale.
"Hmmmm...okay,, 143 lbs then" said Donna "Still not exactly 128"
Ethel began to show signs of defeat. The thought of her
license showing her at over 140 pounds devastated her. "Couldn't you
just put down 139 or so, I plan to lose a few pounds soon"
"Well.." said Donna "I can only put what the scale says, but I
know how you can drop a few more pounds real quick" Donna gave Ethel
an evil grin as her eyes dropped to Ethels full bustline under her
tight beige blouse. When Ethel had removed her jacket and sweater it
had become quite apparent to Donna that Ethel's rack was not exactly
natural.
"Without those silicone falsies you're wearing you might get
under 140"
Ethel choked when she heard this.
"Wha...me...I....um...no....err"
Donna whispered in her ear "Just slip em out and stow them in
your purse. No one will notice".
Ethel's mind was racing. She could not have 140-something on
her ID....and she would replace her fake boobs once she was weighed.
With that, Ethel turned away from Donna and slipped out her falsies.
She quickly placed them in her purse as casually as she could. Her
arms were crossed over her now flat chest. She hunched her shoulders
to help hide her lack of endowment. Donna smiled sweetly.
Ethel stepped back on the scale and weighed in at 139. Wow,
thought Donna, those silicone boobs weigh 2 pounds each! She was now
just dying to see what they looked like, but they were hidden inside
Ethel's purse. No problem thought Donna, a little "accident" will cure
my curiosity.
Ethel stepped off the scale, but her weak smile at making 139
was quickly replaced by a look of horror as she saw her purse slip off
the edge of the table. It seemed to happen in slow motion, her two
huge falsies spilling from her purse and sliding down the floor. They
ended up between several of the customers in Line #6.
Her first reaction was to retrieve them as quickly as possible,
but then that would just implicate her as the wearer of such phony
implements. All eyes would focus and her now deflated chest, with a
falsie in each hand. Instead she grabbed her purse and looked the
other way as though nothing had happened, her arms still crossed, her
shoulders still slumped. Donna raised her eyebrows and smiled at
Ethel. Oops, she thought.
Ethel was glad to return back to Window #7, away from the scene
of her displaced cleavage. She just wanted to finish up and get out of
there. Donna was in no hurry.
"So, Ethel I'll give you 139, but your height is listed at
5'8". Is that a typo? I am 5'9" and I see that without your heels you
are quite a bit shorter. I'm going to have to ask you to step over to
the height chart."
Ethel muttered something, but it was clear she was nowhere near
5'8". She was more like 5'4" flat-footed, but with her now hunched
posture, trying to conceal her flattened chest, she was even shorter.
"5 foot 2 and a half" proclaimed Donna. Ethel was about to
protest, but Donna was off, back to her computer. Since fractions were
not allowed, Ethel's height was corrected, from a leggy 5'8" down to a
short 5'2"
"Okay, so much for verifying your height and weight, now we
need you to read the eye chart. I see you do not require corrective
lenses.." Donna gazed into Ethels deep blue eyes "..but I see you are
wearing contacts"
"Oh" said Ethel "these are not for vision, just to add a little
color"
Donna shook her head "I'll have to ask you to remove them
before reading the chart just to be sure"
Ethel sighed deeply as she removed her contacts. Once removed
it was quite obvious her baby blues were fake. She had dull brown
eyes. To top it off she could barely make out the eye chart. She
squinted for a while before admitting she could not read the letters.
Donna smiled again, and pulled out a box of eyeglasses, each
with a difference prescription. Ethel went through a few before she
could finally read the chart. Donna deleted "BLUE" from her license,
and typed in BROWN and checked the MUST WEAR CORRECTIVE LENSES box.
"Please leave the glasses on Ethel, you'll need them to fill
out some forms later" The black horn rimmed glasses, along with her
hunched posture made her look years older. Donna took the privilege of
adjusting her birthdate to accommodate her new look.....to 1960...or 40
years old.
Ethel was in a daze now....her chest gone, her height cut down
to size and her blue eyes changed back to brown, and she still didn't
have her license! "Just finish up with this crap and give me my new
license you dumb blonde! I'm tired of your games!" This outburst drew
the attention of most of the crowded room. Ethel was losing it, just
as Donna had hoped.
"Only a couple more items and we are done.....ma'am." She
emphasized the "ma'am" to draw attention to Ethels newly aged
features. "Now your hair color is shown as BLONDE, but I see you are
wearing some sort of hair piece." In her hurry to remove her sweater,
Ethel had shifted her wig back somewhat and her natural hair was
showing a bit. Ethels jaw dropped when she realized her crowning
glory, her luxurious golden blonde hair, was discovered as being phony.
This was the coup de gras, and without hesitation Donna pulled
the Lady Diana blonde wig off of Ethels head. At first Ethel reached
up to prevent Donna from removing her wig, but this exposed her totally
flat chest to the large audience now gathered. She quickly replaced
her arms and watched her thick golden hair being removed.
Just as Donna had thought, Ethel's natural hair was very short,
very thin, dull, and mousy brown. A few streaks of grey added insult
to injury. Ethel quickly went from looking like Lady Di to looking
more like the queen! This added at least another 10 years to her now-
ruined looks! Donna deleted 1960 and typed in 1950...."50 years old
sounds about right" she said to Ethel.
Ethel was now whimpering. Sweat poured down her face. Her
heavy makeup began to run badly. She had gone from looking like a
young blonde princess to an old haggard librarian.
"Time for your picture" declared Donna, now treating Ethel like
an old lady. She grabbed Ethel by the elbow and led her to the photo
backdrop. Ethel looked like a mess, and Donna wanted to document it
for the next 4 years. "Keep those glasses on, and please drop your
arms for the picture".
Ethel was totally stupefied by the whole ordeal and did
whatever it took just to get out of this place. She dropped her arms,
exposing her sunken chest. Her miserable hair and ruined makeup were
like night and day from the gorgeous tall blonde that had entered the
building.
Generally license photos are from the neck up, but Donna wanted
to document all of Ethel's shortcomings. She panned back a bit and
down to capture Ethels featureless chest for all to see on her new ID.
"Say FALSIES!!!" chirped Donna. Everyone laughed at the
comment, but Ethel cringed her face in anger, adding more emphasis to
her already wrinkled face. POOF! The picture was take at that
moment. Ethel looked like a worn out old lady and would be reminded of
it until her next renewal.
"Now, we're all done...ma'am that wasn't so bad now was it.
Your new license will be in the mail tomorrow!" With that Ethel
grabbed her jacket, sweater, heels, blonde wig and stumbled for the
door, happy to be finally away from this total humiliation.
As she reached the door, she ran into her husband coming back
from his break. He was totally unaware that this old hag was his once
gorgeous wife. This confusion was quickly rectified as Donna took one
last parting shot. She grabbed the loud speaker and announced "Ms.
Ethel Jenkins, please return to window #7 to claim your silicone
falsies. Thank you!"
Donna was fired 10 minutes later, with a big grin on her face.