On a quick list of things that I never thought would happen in my life, this would be enough for a book!  I never expected to be taken by a group of women that I barely knew to a warehouse in order to get a makeover.  I never expected that a dominatrix would manage to manipulate the situation so the makeover became something more sinister.  I never expected to have the thickest, blondest head of hair being long enough to cover my butt and tickle the back of my knees.  I never expected that butt to be covered by frilly panties, over top of a very tight gaff that squeezed my bits terribly.  And I certainly never ever expected to be wearing a pink corset tied so tight I was having to concentrate on breathing to keep from passing out, suspenders attached to fishnet stockings and with a pair of calf high, shiny pink, black fur trimmed high-heel boots that were padlocked onto my feet.  And I never, ever, ever would've thought that the things I have just described would be the least of what I was worried about being dressed with!

But I was momentarily distracted as Raven again began stroking my fishnet covered thighs.  As she stroked my inner thigh, such a wonderful feeling, I could feel my groin pressing against the hard plastic piece under my panties.  It was frustrating, almost painful because the pressure almost felt like someone squeezing my bits.  But I said nothing.  She was getting some pleasure out of it, and hopefully thought I was enjoying it too and I liked that.  Of course it's possible she knew exactly what she was doing and, if that was true, she was enjoying torturing me.  If that was the case, I didn't want to say anything to let them know it was working.  It was just going to give them something new to amuse themselves with.  But I was sad when it ended as it was time for the next item from the table to be brought forth. 

I shuddered as they brought the massive pink petticoat from the table.  They must've had that hidden elsewhere, because there was no way it would've fit in the box I picked.  If the corset, fishnet stockings and pink glossy high heel boots didn't scream fetish doll, the big pink swirl of petticoats that stuck out like a ballerina's tutu would completely clinch it.  They settled them on the floor, then held my arms and helped me carefully pick my way to the center.  I was still a bit unstable on those heels and I did still have my hands cuffed in front of me, so a spill would've been painful.  I can't believe I thanked them for their help.  Obviously it was out of habit, but it was a bit like someone being executed thanking the executioner! 

When the petticoat was pulled up, I could clearly see there was a metal belt looped through the waistband.  As I almost expected, there was a loop connecting the belt, exactly where you could thread through a loop in the corset.  And of course there was a tiny depression that was padlock sized.    Once the petticoat was in place, that's exactly what happened.  I shuddered as another 'click' insured that this petticoat was not coming off until the corset came off.  I tried to distract myself from my flare-up of panic and looked at myself.  The petticoat stood almost straight out from where they'd placed it high on my waist.  It only came down far enough that my panties still peeked out and it didn't cover where my stockings attached to the garters.  I bent forward at the waist, one of the few movements I had left, and watched the back of the petticoat rise up.

  "Don't bend over, Barbie, or you'll give all the boys a show" Ivy said, mockingly, as she saw what I was doing.  I thought I was as red and embarrassed as I could get, but I flushed even redder at her remark.  But I realized that during this time Anastacia was talking to the other girls and I should probably be listening to her.  I had a feeling it might be important to my future!

  "...It was very expensive", Anastacia continued.  I'd missed the original question, but it sounded like it had been something about where exactly this outfit had come from.  "The guy got these outfits custom built somewhere, or maybe he built them himself, who knows, and he used to bring them for the women he used to come and see where I work."  Anastacia responded to a quizzical look from Raven.  "I work as a professional dominatrix, but there are submissives who also work at the same place.  The house provides things like security and we all just rent space we need."  A nod and Anastacia continued with her story.  "Anyway, this perv used to get his jollies by getting these weird fetish outfits, and locking women into them.  He was a regular who had been there many times so we were all aware of him.  I didn't work with him, obviously, but during down time the girls would always talk about these crazy outfits.  There was a fetish maid outfit, and a fetish bride and a fetish pony and pretty much a whole range.  They'd all be lined with steel and have locks and braces and stuff...  But what he'd do is lock them into these humiliating outfits, then he'd get off on making them beg to be let out.  They'd have to do humiliating things to convince him to let them out."  Every face, including mine, showed everyone was completely repulsed, but oddly intrigued, by the idea.  "So, one day he shows up with this fetish dolly outfit.  And the poor girl willingly lets herself be locked into it.  But the perv went off the deep end.  I guess he told her to do something particularly humiliating, and she safeworded.  But he wouldn't respect her limits.  The end of the session time hit, and he still wasn't letting her out!  Luckily she was able to contact security and call for help.  There was a bit of a stand-off, but the police were called and they took that pervert to jail.  As it turned out, we had to call a locksmith to get her free.  And when it was off, hours later, she understandably wanted nothing to do with the outfit, she never wanted to see it again, so I kinda claimed it."  Anastacia offered a wry smile, and that's when she remembered me.  Turning to face me, she continued to talk to everyone.

  "See, I've always wanted to use it on a man."  She looked me up and down, from top to bottom and smiled a broad smile.  She flipped up the petticoat and gave me a little pat on my behind, then squeezed my cheeks like a grandmother.  "Sadly, all my clients are too tall, or too fat, or too broad shouldered to fit.  So when Patchouli told me about this little makeover plan of hers, and I asked what sizes I needed to bring for her doll, I got very excited to hear that Chrissy here was exactly the size I had been looking for all this time!" 

I was just a kid in high school.  I didn't know anything about this stuff.  Somehow I'd managed to get myself into an adult situation that was way over my head.  What should I say?  How should I respond to this?  I started to say something several times, but each time I thought better of it.  I didn't want to make anyone angry, I didn't want them to laugh at me, I didn't want them to think I wasn't cool... And those fears paralyzed my voice.

  "Cat got your tongue, Barbie?", Anastacia chuckled.  "Well, don't worry about it.  That's the perfect sound to be coming from a pink, bunny Barbie."  A... what?  The girls had called me a Barbie since I got the hair done.  But this was the first I was hearing about a bunny?  That comment elicited a round of giggles from the girls.  Anastacia continued, "Oh, I think it's time for the dress!"  With that she reached over and lifted it from the table.

My first impression was that it must be heavy.  Anastacia was a fairly large women and she'd had to visibly strain a bit to lift it.  But once it was up in her hands, I could only focus on it.  It was a shiny, pink, PVC outfit with black fur trim around the neck and the bottom of the skirt.  It matched the boots perfectly in that regard.  My cuffs were unlocked and removed by one of the other girls as Anastacia brought it over, but I hardly noticed.  I was told to put my hands over my head, and I did instantly.  As they turned it to put over my head, I could see the back of the dress, particularly a black, fuzzy puffball that was attached about halfway down the midpoint of the skirting.  That, my brain somehow processed, must be the bunny tail.  Of course.  But soon my head was going into the dress and I could see no more.

As it was lowered, right away it was obvious this was going to be a super tight fit.  Now I knew why they'd put so much effort into the corset.  Despite Anastacia saying I was the perfect size for this dress, it was very tiny inside with no room to spare.  They pushed down so hard that I went down to my knees, but after just about every girl in the room lent her strength, eventually the tight pink dress audibly 'popped' into place.  Now my whole upper body felt as constricted as my mid-section did under the corset.  And I got a bit worried at how I was ever going to get it off?  Forget locks, this thing was so tight it was never going to move.  I started to panic a little and my breathing became difficult.  I was feeling faint.  But no one seemed to care.  I was lifted back to my feet.

This dress was simply bizarre!  And now that I was wearing it, I could see details that were insane.  Let me tell you about the dress...  You're not going to believe this...