It had started so simply!  Patchouli, queen of the goths, had deceived me into wearing pretty doll make-up, wrapped up like a present with a big bow in my hair that I couldn't remove.  But Patchouli had told me it was all just a simple initiation, and because I had taken it in good humor, she wanted me to join her inner circle.  I was overwhelmed by the attention and I didn't really ask too many questions.  So when Patchouli offered me some of her ex-boyfriend's clothing, I jumped at the chance.  When the talk went towards me being given a makeover, I thought it sounded great!  Why wasn't I smart enough to realize that my first 'makeover' of the evening had been far from what I expected?  Why couldn't I see that I wasn't joining the inner circle, I was just being brought in to entertain it? 

These questions bounced around my head as the girls ushered me into the bathroom.  Patchouli gently gathered all my hair and pulled it up.  Then one of the other ladies handed her the girliest, most childish, shower cap I had ever seen.  It was pink, with white polka dots, and a rose on the elastic that held it in place.  Under the elastic, it had a layer of frills.  Without asking, it was placed on my head, and the elastic snapped it into place.  It was tight enough, I knew it wasn't going to come off easily.  I reached up to feel the frills, but my hand was just casually slapped away by Patchouli.

  "Leave it alone", she said.  "Trust me, you're not going to want it to come off".  I was handed a bottle that said 'Hair Remover' and was told to spread the lotion all over my body.  I just stood there in a state of shock as they all left the room, single file, Patchouli closing the door behind her.  I think my brain just couldn't process all these smiling, happy faces around me when my brain was full of terror because I started to feel like this was a movie I was watching instead of real life.  It was like a disconnect with the universe.  I just couldn't believe this was happening!  After a few minutes in silence, someone shouted through the door and asked why they couldn't hear me in the shower. 

  "If you don't get in that shower, we're going to come in there and strip you naked and do it for you." Anastacia threatened.

  "I'm putting on the hair removal stuff first" I said back.  I read from the bottle "It says to wait five to eight minutes before washing it off".  I hoped that would keep them from coming in and I quickly took off my clothes.  I folded them nicely and put the on the counter by the sink.  Then I took a peek into the stand-up shower.  It was pretty much like any shower you've ever seen, with frosted glass that you could sort of see through, but not quite.  I gingerly stepped in and started spreading the lotion all over my skin.  After waiting what felt like 5 minutes, I turned on the water and I was in the middle of washing the stuff off (watching all my body hair go with it!) when the door to the bathroom opened, and someone ran in.  I couldn't see who it was through the frosted glass in the shower, I was too busy being shy and covering myself, but they grabbed all my clothes!  At first I was surprised, but after a quick thought, I realized I should've expected it.  Anastacia, who seemed to have become the ringleader of the evening, started talking. 

  "Now, the only clothes you are going to leave this house in are the clothes we decide you should wear.  And I promise you, Chrissy, that if you do everything we say, you'll go home looking like a million dollars.  But if you cause trouble..."  At this, all the ladies started laughing again and the message was clear.

As the last of the body hair washed away down the drain, and I turned the water off, I could vaguely hear the sounds of argument from outside the bathroom.  I thought I could hear Patchouli and Madam Anastacia, among others, speaking quite loudly.  Without the water running and the bathroom quiet, I could make out what they were saying.

  "Look, it's not going to cause any permanent harm, and if you feel guilty, we can just let him keep the clothes!"  Madam Anastacia said clearly.  That remark got a round of laughter from the group, but made my heart rise into my throat.  I mean, I did like the 'no permanent harm' comment, but it meant that, whatever they were planning for me, at least one of the girls, and it sounded like it might be Patchouli, was against it.  And if they were against it, I suspected I was very against it!  At this point, they seemed to notice the water was no longer running and they all went quiet.  Someone came to the door.  Madam Anastacia yelled again.

  "Are you done?"  I responded in the affirmative.  "All your hair?  Everything below your neck?  Your arms?  It better be done or we'll do it and you won't want that!" she threatened.  I figured better safe then sorry and stepped back into the shower.  I reapplied everything, making sure this time to cover every square inch, including my privates.  Given the burning sensations, I do NOT recommend that to anyone.  Soon I was as hairless as the day I was born, but my skin was bright red and very sensitive.  (I'd managed to give myself minor chemical burns, I would discover later and that was not fun.  Always follow the instructions on the label!)  After I dried myself off with a towel, patting very gingerly as even a slight rub now felt very painful, I hollered back at the door.

  "Umm, I need some clothes".  That triggered another round of laughter, but also a response from Madam Anastacia.

  "Just put on what's on the counter and come out.  We'll take care of the rest. Put on the gaff first!"  Her remark elicited some light laughter.  I wasn't sure what that meant.  As far as I knew, a gaffe was doing something embarrassing and everything I was doing was embarrassing!  I looked over at the counter and realized that a small pile of cloth, something I'd assumed was a towel or a stack of facecloths was actually some clothing.  As I picked up the top piece, it looked like swimmers' racing briefs in a flesh color.  I know that style was called 'speedos' or something.  Basically they were swim trunks that would hug your body very tight so as to minimize drag for swimmers who competed.  These seemed a little different as they had a hard plastic piece in the groin area, but otherwise, that's what they were.  Having picked the speedos up, my eyes were drawn to what had been underneath the pinkish skintight bathing suit.  Underneath was a pair of frilly panties!  When I say frilly, I do not exaggerate.  They were black, but there were rows and rows of pink frills on the bottom, with pink frills around the waistband and the leg holes.  They were as feminine as underwear got!  Knowing the girls were waiting, I put the speedos on.  They were super-tight, and I had to pull and pull to get them up.  They were so tight, there wasn't any room for my bits!  I guessed that they were supposed to go back, and then everything would be pushed up tight.  This was to cause me a great deal of discomfort later, but right then I wasn't really worried about the physical.  The mental discomfort of putting on those panties and the anticipation of letting a group of girls see me in them was far more intimidating.  Even holding them, feeling their silky touch... Running my fingers over the frills... Was causing some very strange thoughts to bounce around in my head.  But I rightly guessed that my 'makeover' tonight was probably going to be embarrassing anyway, so I'd better be able to brace myself.  The panties slid on much easier than the speedos, although they too were tight.  Once they were in place, I couldn't help but stare at them.  And for a moment, I had a weird out-of-body experience.  I can't explain it except to say it was like everything below my waist wasn't me.  With the tight speedos holding things back, and the padding on the panties behind, there was no doubt in my mind that the bottom that was attached to those long, slender, hairless legs was that of a beautiful woman.  It was like I was imagining that bottom and those legs walking past me, and I was as entranced as I would've been if Patchouli had worn the same thing.  Thinking of Patchouli sent my mind racing right back to reality.  Now, I was oddly terrified.  Scared, but a slight flame of curiosity had begun to spark.  I think I'd accepted that I wasn't getting out of here without the girls doing whatever it was they were going to do, so now my fear was replaced with a quiet resignation.  I mean... How bad could it be?

  "OK, we are coming in" Madam Anastacia suddenly shouted.  I hurried to the door, opened it and stepped out before they did because I was feeling super vulnerable in that bathroom.  I just had to get out.  There was a moment of silence as all the ladies got a look at me as I walked out of the bathroom.  Suddenly the silence was broken by hooting, laughing, squealing and one particular cry of "Oh, he's so CUTE!"  I'm sure I blushed a deeper red than anyone has in history.  As I was ushered into the center of the room... Well, that's a fancy word for 'pushed against my will'... I didn't even notice Anastacia come up behind me.  Once I was in the center of the room, she quickly locked a pair of fur-lined leather cuffs around my ankles.  They were joined by a short chain, far too short to even just walk in.
 
  "Hey!" I exclaimed.  I gave them a tug and realized they'd easily handle any force I could hope to exert.  They weren't just some cosmetic restraints.

  "Just to make sure you don't go running off", she said.  I just raised my eyebrows.  I mean... Really?  Did they think I was going to go running off into the night naked and hairless wearing nothing but a pair of frilly panties?  Still, the cuffs meant there was no denying exactly what I was.  I was a prisoner.  Anastacia followed up with another pair of fur-lined cuffs and pulled my arms behind my back.  Continuing my quiet resignation, I didn't resist.  Soon they were securely closed in place.  Completely helpless, I was seated in a kitchen chair.  With that, I noticed there were a bunch of little boxes displayed in front of me.  In various, feminine script, they had writing on them.  Just as I was looking at them and puzzling over them, Patchouli interrupted my thoughts.

  "So it turns out we all had different ideas about how we wanted to dress you up this evening.  And we couldn't come to an agreement.  So we all agreed you'd get to decide!"  With that she waved towards the boxes.  "Each box will indicate how you'll be dressed.  So your fate is all in your hands.  Just pick a box and that will decide how the evening goes."  With that she winked at me.  "I'd be pretty careful what I picked."  I smiled.  Her smile disappeared and became very serious.  "No, really.  You already know you didn't like our earlier makeover.  I wouldn't risk that again".  I wasn't really sure what she meant, but I nodded my head sagely.

So it looked pretty straightforward.  Each box had some writing on it.  The first box said 'Alice and the Pirates'.  Being dressed as a pirate wouldn't be that bad.  I think that would be better than what some of the girls planned for me.  Another one said 'Baby The Stars Shine Bright'.  Eww, no.  Ick.  There was no way I wanted to be dressed up like a baby!  Wearing a big puffy diaper?  Forced to crawl on the floor and suck on a dummy?  No way.  Same with the next box, 'Fairy Wish'.  That's probably what Anastacia wanted, having me prancing about with fairy wings and a short skirt.  I looked at Anastacia and saw the way she was looking at me... A cold shiver went down my spine.  I didn't know what was in that look.  Somehow, I just knew she didn't just want to just give me a makeover, I could see she wanted to humiliate me.  No way I wanted to risk picking what she wanted.  The next box said 'Victorian Maiden', and while that sounded ok, I could see a maid outfit looking pretty humiliating.  Probably that stereotypical French maid fluff.  No chance!  It was just starting to look that I was going to be a pirate when I got to the last box.  It had a simple 'Fetish Dolly' on it.  Right away I remembered how, back in the bathroom at the club, Patchouli had said I'd make a good doll.  And when we'd walked over and she'd pulled me back on the path, she'd called me doll!  And I knew, even if I'd prefer being a pirate to a doll, I'd also knew I'd prefer to be in Patchouli's hands instead of anyone else in the room.  Anything, just as long as Anastacia didn't get what she wanted.  So I made my choice.

  "Fetish Dolly!  I pick that one!"  I said exultantly.  And right away, I knew I'd made a mistake.  The look of glee on Anastacia's face, the look of horror on Patchouli's, and I knew that, instead of avoiding her, I'd put myself right into her hands.  A decision I was soon to regret!