This song is a complimentary track to Dear Joanie... but covering an entire day in the life of the Melandren Corporation. From waking up to drifting off that night and every depraved bit of debauchery in between. Long time followers may recognize a scene from this song that is similar to a pathway in the old Office: Swimming in the Pool game. Enjoy!

THE STORY

Just as all Sissies are encouraged (read: commanded) to write their Sponsors on a regular basis, they are also ordered to write in their little pink journal every evening, documenting what has been done to them each day. The diary entries are encouraged (read: ordered) to be the one place they are allowed to be honest, to complain, and to remember who they once were. We find that makes reading them so much more fun and enjoyable.

So in the Melandren Corporation, every morning, Sissies are woken up and dressed in their slutty tartan school uniforms and marched to the Lily Academy where they are taught a variety of lessons from deportment, to skills, to basic things like Sissy anatomy. At lunch time they are then marched to the Cummisary (read: the Dining Hall). It is a long standing rule that Sissies are not allowed to feed themselves, and must rely on other Sissies or guards to feed them what is on their plate. And of course, what is on their plate is generally over-sexualized meals that make them all look like sluts. Do not worry for their nutrition... all Sissies are fed their allocated calories to maintain their optimum body shape and fitness via IV every evening. Meals are purely performative.

After lunch, every Sissy does their mandatory community service job. Some serve as maids, some as waitresses, or as you'll hear in our song, as secretaries to the Managers who run the Corporation.

After their shift is over they are taken to the showers were they are bound so that their Sissy link can be removed for cleaning. No Sissies are allowed to have their chastity belt off while they are untied and able to touch the thing between their legs... after all... the core affirmation is that SISSIES DO NOT CUM. Once they are hosed down and cleaned, they are locked back up and sent to the dorms.

Each evening, Sissies have rotating roommates and mandatory yoga and kissing practice to perform for the livestream cameras mounted in their dorms. The rotation of Sissies sleeping partners provides the corporation with endless streaming content for their platform and a good excuse to keep the Sissies aroused, anxious and exhausted.

The following song documents a single day in the life of an M&R Sissy.

NOTE: This could be you if you start playing at lockedinlace.com

LYRICS

Woke up in pink sheets....just great... Another perfect day!Fuckin' Melandren Corporation controls every move I make.They dressed me up real slutty, tight skirt and heels so high...Straight to class where good sissies learn to smile until they cry...

Lip gloss shining, belt is vibing, I’m practicing my walkLearnin' how to kneel and "curtsy", how to dance, how to talkEvery lesson’s so degrading while they spank my sissy brainThey tell me this is who I am now... and there’s no escaping shame

Dear Diary, tell me this is just a dream...Dear Diary, it makes me wanna scream...Dear Diary, why do my panties fill with cream…?’Cause every night I close my eyes… …and I wake up here again…

Dining Hall for lunch….but the food is more impliedSissies all on our knees… in a line all side by sideWarm, sweet yogurt… dripping slowly down our chinsGuards laughing while we lick and slurp and suck it all in

Hands trembling as I fed her, she fed me back real slowWhite goo upon our lips, really putting on a showThey watched us like we’re porn, they controlled us, made us licka banana, both together, like we’re sharing a guy’s dick...

Dear Diary, tell me this is just a dream...Dear Diary, it makes me wanna scream...Dear Diary, why do my panties fill with cream…?’Cause every night I close my eyes… …and I wake up here again…

Secretary desk at threemy fingers on my thigh hand slid beneath my skirt while I tried my best to type. Entertaining that first client...it just made me want to sob As he shoved my hand inside his pants I did my real job... As he left my boss was pleased... ...another corporate win......then he went back in his office and he buzzed me to come in... I begged him to release me... he just laughed and called me "whore"......then we heard a noise outsideand I peeked outside the door... In the lobby was my sponsor...that bastard sent me here... I begged my boss to hide me This was my biggest fear... I tried to hide behind the doorbut he had a different plan... He pointed where he wanted me Not an ask but a demand. So I crawled beneath his desk, as there wasn’t any choice… He whispered one last warning "Be good, don’t make a noise!” If my sponsor were to see me It might make it even worse So I tried to hold my breath... ...while I heard them both converse. My boss was acting casual...just like I wasn’t therebut his hands pulled down his zipper then he grabbed me by the hair... They talked about my future... and about some surgeries They decided on my tit size they're talkin' Double D's... My mouth was full, tried not to slurp... ...to gag or gasp or choke... The two of them just laughingwith my LIFE being the joke... I felt my boss get stiffer and with nowhere I could go...in my throat i felt him pulse... .[REDACTED]

Evening shower time, wrists tied tight above my head They took the stupid belt off, pulled my legs till they were spread Couldn’t reach, couldn’t see, couldn’t even move or beg Just cold water blasting hard while the guards all laughed and said...

“Look at the stupid sissy, her little clit so small so tiny you’d forget she was ever a man at all” Then they locked the belt back on, I’m cold and feel so numb...I had the SissyLink off and I didn’t get to…

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Dear Diary, tell me this is just a dream...Dear Diary, it makes me wanna scream...Dear Diary, why do my panties fill with cream…?’Cause every night I close my eyes… …and I wake up here again…

Kissing practice in the dorm, deep and wet and slow Bodies grinding hot and juicy till the early morning glow They’re watching through the cameras in our tiny little cot So wet and fucking desperate… and I know it’s fucking hot

They make us kiss for hours, the arousal never fades If I grind just right I hit my spot with the dumb memory aid It slips away, I’m almost there, oh fuck I think I can... Then they fuckin' zap me hard …and I start it all again…

The day is done, my body hurts from what I’ve had to do The last thing left is writing down my thoughts inside of you It’s almost dawn as I doze off, my brain all pink and dumbMy dreams all filled with shadows that spurt on me with...cum...

[REDACTED]Dear Diary, tell me this is just a dream...Dear Diary, it makes me wanna scream...Dear Diary, why do my panties fill with cream…?’Cause every night I close my eyes… …and I wake up here again……and I wake up here again…

Woke up in pink sheets. Great... ...another perfect day!

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Everything in the Melandren universe — the songs, the stories, the game — exists within a consensual forced feminization fantasy framework. The non-consent, the control, and the power dynamics are narrative devices in a story world that players choose to enter, explore, and exit on their own terms.

Kink is not politics. The content here does not reflect my real-world views on gender, consent, relationships, or power. It reflects a creative space where adults can safely explore fantasies that would be wrong, harmful, or impossible in reality... which is exactly what fiction is for.

The sissies of Melandren are not a statement about trans identity, gender expression, or what femininity means. They are characters in a story about control, transformation, and the complicated feelings that fantasy can surface.

If you're here, you already understand the difference between a story and an endorsement. This is meant to be a safe space to play in the dark.