As Madam Anastacia chortled in glee, I felt the sick, dark dread of someone who has made a horrible mistake.

This whole evening had started out trying to please the beautiful and elegant Patchouli.  Even when the 'makeover' she offered turned out to instead be an offer to be the entertainment for Patchouli and a group of her friends, it wasn't that bad.  Because even as she humiliated me, I knew she would never harm me.  And I felt like, even if I was just her entertainment, she would get to know me and we could become friends.  Maybe even boyfriend/girlfriend.  It was kind of like that with Raven, Ivy and all the ladies that I sort of knew from the club.  But somehow Madam Anastacia had been invited into the party.  Patchouli had said she was good at makeovers.  But somehow I knew that her motivation was different.  Somehow I knew she got something other than entertainment out of having someone under her control.  (OK, she was a professional dominatrix.  Maybe the 'somehow' wasn't that hard to figure out.)  And that terrified me.  So, in an effort to avoid Anastacia having any say in my makeover, I had looked for a box that was connected to Patchouli.  Earlier, the beautiful Patchouli had said I would make a 'darling doll'.  Earlier while we had walked together, she had called me her doll.  Thinking that was a clue, I'd selected the 'Fetish Doll' box, only to find that it was the one person I didn't want anywhere near me, let alone fully in charge of me for the next little while.

  "I've changed my mind", I said.  I tried to get out of the chair, but between having my arms and legs cuffed, Anastacia was easily able to hold me down.

  "I think your opinion doesn't matter anymore, dolly!  Bring him to the hair salon!", Anastacia said as she picked up her box of items and headed off.  The other girls, apologetic, but not removing my cuffs, helped me shuffle to wherever the 'hair salon' was.  And soon I was strapped in a chair in a makeshift home salon.

At first they removed the girlish shower cap I'd been wearing all this time, and my dirty blond hair spilled out.  Now I knew why they'd made me wear it.  Well, one of the reasons was that it was terribly humiliating.  But the other was to protect my shoulder length hair from the hair removal lotion.  I guess I had to appreciate that they'd been concerned enough to protect it.  But now, what were they going to do with my hair?  The ladies were all chatting amongst themselves, but I couldn't really make much of it out from where I was, my cuffs hooked to the chair.

The girls all started talking about something, and I wasn't sure what it was, but obviously it made Patchouli quite angry and I did see her storm off.  I wanted to beg her to stay but by the time I had any words, she was already gone.  She was the only one I trusted.  If I could've panicked, I would've, but being strapped into a chair pretty much still makes panic look indistinguishable from calm.  The girls brought some noxious substance they'd been mixing and then started putting it in my hair.  After a while, they put a plastic bag on my head?  One of the girls had brought a movie, so my chair was swiveled around and while we waited, we all watched the movie.  It was called 'Ella Enchanted' and was about a woman who had been cursed so she had to do anything that anyone ordered her to do.  I was feeling very sympathetic!  At one point, Raven, Ivy, and two other girls took the opportunity to thank me for volunteering for this and how it was a fun 'girl night in' change from just clubbing.  Strangely, I got the impression they thought I'd actually arranged all this somehow.  They made it sound like Patchouli had told them that this was all my dream, and that I was just pretending to be reluctant, but secretly I loved it? 

  "No, you don't understand, I'm here against my will!  Please let me go!", I pleaded.  But this just got them smiling and laughing.  They thought I was acting.  And the more desperate I acted, the more they thought I was enjoying it!  If I was thinking clearly, I might've figured out how to tell them the truth.  But having them smiling and laughing at me made everything feel even more humiliating, and so I just went quiet and returned to watching the movie.

After feeling like my head was baking in an oven, it was announced that it was time, so they rushed me into the bathroom, taking tiny little steps in the fur-lined cuffs, and hosed my hair off.  Looking in the mirror was shocking.  My hair was so very, very blond it was almost white!  I thought they must've messed up.  But there seemed to be more to it.  More smelly stuff was rubbed in my hair and a short while later I was looking into a mirror with my new, golden blond hair.  It was the same color you'd see on a Barbie doll.  (What a prophetic statement that would turn out to be!)  With my arms behind my back and my frilly panties, it seemed like a stranger in that mirror.  It was completely surreal.

After drying my hair, they sat me down and started to bring over sections of hair, the same color as my new hair.  I'd never experienced or even seen anything like this, but I guessed they were putting extensions into my hair and I was right.  Soon they were using thread to weave in the sections.  Reacting to my interest, one of the girls started educating me.

  "Don't worry.  When we're done, there's no way this will come out on you.  This isn't actually normal hair.  It's a fake synthetic weave that's very strong.  In fact, you could pull on the extensions and your hair would come out before the extensions would break!"  For someone thinking about how they were going to get back to normal after this weekend, that was not the news I wanted to hear! 

Soon I had a full head of blonde hair all the way down to to my knees!  It was so thick, it was like I had a cape of hair.  I was shocked by all the weight pulling on my head and I wondered if it was like this for every girl who had long hair?  Although now that I thought about it, I couldn't think of any girl I knew who had hair as long as I did that also had their hair anywhere near as thick.  Some of the girls were talking about how they might want to give these new synthetic extensions a try because they really liked how it looked.  It was so over the top, it was obviously way too much hair to ever be on one head. 


I didn't appreciate that they now were comparing me to a Barbie doll.  Really it was because it reminded me that I'd picked Anastacia's 'doll' box, making her the architect of my makeover, but I think they interpreted comparing me to Barbie as something they could tease me about.  They joked about me being different Barbie dolls.  At first it was the real dolls as they wondered how I'd look at 'Secretary Barbie' or 'Nurse Barbie'.  But soon they were off making stuff up comparing me to 'Slut Barbie' or 'Stripper Barbie'.  They joked about how I might get lucky and find my Ken doll someday and they threatened to get a camera and make me do poses for them.  I scowled, but refused to say anything.  After all, I was still completely at their mercy and making a big fuss just wasn't going to get me anywhere anyway.

So I was just sitting there scowling when Anastacia finally came back over.  She whistled in approval at my new hairstyle.  And then, as casually as you'd pick up a bag, she reached back and grabbed me by my wrist cuffs.  Lifting them up forced me to bend forward, spilling all my hair over my face all but rendering me blind.  So when she started marching me forward, I had no idea where we were going.  All I could do was walk forward with tiny little strides as the fur cuffs that chained my ankles together gave me little leeway.  My hair was so long that, bent over like I was, I actually had to step carefully not to step on my hair!  Luckily the trip was short.  I found myself lifted over some kind of railing.  It was just high enough that, if I stretched, I could touch my tippy toes on the floor.  But with my weight balanced on my midsection on the rail, as long as my cuffs were held high, I couldn't find any purchase with my feet.  Unable to see anything with the hair still in my face, I could hear something being torn, but couldn't tell what it was.  Anastacia told me to straighten my fingers.  I didn't hesitate.  I felt something being wrapped around my hands while they were held behind my back.  Soon, they had been tightly wrapped so they were no longer hands and fingers, but instead were flippers.  The fingers were taped together, tight enough I couldn't bend them, with my thumb tucked up and wrapped into the palm. 

  "All done", Anastacia said.  With that, she lifted me off the bench, effortlessly throwing me over her shoulder.  I was still bent over with my hair in my face mostly obscuring things, so I could only barely see that we'd moved into something that looked like a living room.  All the ladies, minus Patchouli, were gathered around.  I was gently placed on my feet, and my hair was gently pulled out of my face.  I was now face-to-face with Anastacia and with what she had in her hand.  It was a big, square paddle that had 'BITCH' inlaid on the center of the paddle.  If this was a cartoon and you were hit with that paddle, you'd have that word imprinted on your skin.  But this was real life, and all I could think is that being hit with that paddle would really, really hurt.

Anastacia sat down on a living room chair.  She put her foot down on the chain between my legs, then gently pulled me forward.  Just slightly off balance, I started to tip forward.  With no way to move my feet and my arms behind my back, all I could do is let the fall continue forward and I landed bent over, my midsection right over her lap!  Now, instead of being bent over a bench, I was over Anastacia's knees.  And you didn't have to be a genius to think that being helpless, with your frilly pantied butt sticking up in the air, right after seeing that 'BITCH' paddle, this was not going to be good!  I couldn't help myself, I started to squirm to get away.  Anastacia easily prevented me from gaining any purchase or moving away as easily as if I was a toddler.  Instead she waited quietly, until I stopped struggling.  Then she spoke.

  "We're going to remove your cuffs to get you dressed.  With your hands taped, you won't be able to open any doors, so you are not going to escape.  But you might want to cause us trouble.  So I'm going to show you what happens if you decide to do so."  With that, the paddle suddenly slammed down on my bottom!!  I jumped!  I hadn't been spanked since I was a small child and I'd forgotten how much it hurt.  But almost worse than the pain was the humiliation of writhing around on Anastacia's lap, dressed in frilly panties, in front of all these girls watching me.  Despite what Patchouli had said about this being kept secret, I knew Ivy and Raven and these other girls would talk about what they were seeing, and I knew it would get to everyone at the club.  I couldn't imagine how people would see me after this... But laying prone over Anastacia's knee, fiery pain ripping through my butt cheeks, I knew I'd do whatever they told me to do to avoid just one more hit with that paddle.  As I lay there, not daring to move, I soon felt the cuffs being removed from my arms and legs.  Soon I was free, other than my flipper taped hands, and I was able to stand up.  My whole body was ablaze.  My bottom ablaze from the spank, and my body ablaze from the blush of humiliation.

But that went away as I got my first look at the table where someone had neatly laid the clothing out.  And when I put two and two together and realized that must be the outfit they were going to dress me in.  No, no, no!!  My mind was overwhelmed.  I immediately forgot about the spanking, I immediately forgot about Anastacia's threats.  I had to get away!  Forgetting what was at stake, I turned to bolt out the front door!

What a terrible mistake!