Once upon a time, a kinky pervert who got off on locking women into humiliating clothing and making them beg to be released, made a pink bunny doll dress.  Why would I care?  Because now I was the one wearing that outfit.  Now I was the unwilling victim of his humiliating fetish! 

Brought to a warehouse for a simple gothic makeover, I'd fallen into the hands of Madam Anastacia, a professional dominatrix.  And she'd obtained this outfit after the long, arduous process of removing it from a woman that had been unwillingly restrained in it.  Instead of my gothic makeover, instead I had the misfortune to be a size that would fit into the outfit, fulfilling Anastacia's desire to get revenge and put a 'man' (teenage boy, actually) into the dress.  Somehow, I had become her stand-in for the deviant who had created this dress and terrorized Anastacia's co-worker with it.  And bad enough I was wearing frilly underwear, bad enough I had on a tight pink corset, fishnet stockings, locked into high heel boots, they'd now put me into the dress.  It was oh, so heavy and it was tight!

I don't know how to describe the enormity of this dress.  I already mentioned that it was surprisingly heavy.  I'm not sure what was under the outer PVC layer, but it was thick and provided enough weight to feel like a heavy winter coat.  Thinking about what Anastacia had said about this pervert who had created it, it was a safe guess that the inner layer was completely impervious to any force I could generate.  That's probably why they had to call a locksmith to get the previous victim out of this dress... I bet there was no way to cut the fabric and get out that way.  This was simply no ordinary dress, it was a bizarre tool of imprisonment in the shape of a dress.  And yet, as the girls continued to point out, it looked so darling!  Starting from the bottom of the dress, was a full shiny pink PVC skater skirting lined with black fur that rested perfectly on the pink petticoats I was also locked into.  It just covered the top of the petticoats and a bit over the sides, leaving the petticoat peeking underneath.  There was a black puffball just above my rear, which I guessed was meant to be a bunny tail.  (Anastacia had called me a 'bunny Barbie' earlier, so it fit)  Next., the dress had a very tight waist which had only just barely slipped over my shoulders.  If I didn't have skinny shoulders, the dress wouldn't have gone on at all.  Why did I have to be so slender?  I could feel another metal belt in the lining of the waist that matched the one in the petticoat.  The girls were pushing and pulling at my back, so I couldn't see it, but after much exertion, I heard a click.  My waist was essentially numb under the corset, but I could still feel the extra pressure being exerted.

Did I mention it was tight?

The top had an inverted triangle cut out in the center of the chest.  I'm guessing it was one of those 'peek-a-boo' windows for cleavage if a woman had worn it.  The triangle was lined with black fur.  As I looked down, not an easy task for reasons I'll get to in a moment, I was shocked to see cleavage on me!  The corset had obviously brought what little muscle I had on my pectorals and pushed it up and the dress had squeezed it all forward from the sides making it look like real cleavage!  If my hands hadn't been wrapped in tape, I wouldn't have been able to resist sticking a finger in there and wiggling.  I honestly didn't think I had enough of a chest to produce any kind of cleavage, but the proof was right there under my nose.

Now, as far as being difficult to look down, that would be the thick collar built into the neck of the dress.  Once my head had popped through, the girls had closed it behind my neck, along with the by now expected click of a lock.  It pushed up under my jaw and rendered my head all but immobile.  There was one side benefit.  I think I mentioned how terribly heavy my newly acquired long blonde extensions were.  They'd been pulling on my neck all along.  But now, with my neck rendered immobile in some kind of neck corset, the weight wasn't on my neck.  Now it was just adding to the weight of the whole dress, which was more than heavy enough!  If I wasn't already light-headed, the pressure around my neck would've surely done it.  So that's why I had to look out the sides of my eyes to see what the girls were doing next.  At least what I could see that wasn't blocked by the dress shoulders and my long doll-like hair!

That reminds me that I've skipped over one portion of the dress.  The huge puff shoulders with their darling little bows.  I only really skipped them because they were the only part of the dress that wasn't pinching or confining me.  Oh sure, they really added to the feminine doll effect of the dress making it even more humiliating, but I was more concerned about the restrictions at that moment.  I'd worry about how it looked later.

As I stood there, utterly confined, I figured there just wasn't anything more they could do to me.  Once again, I was wrong.  Raven and Ivy both grabbed a mitten from the table. As they held them up to inspect, I got a look.  They were less mittens and more flat little bags with no thumbs.  They were both a pink PVC that matched the dress.  On the one side, the palm side, they had little black ovals mimicking the pads on a rabbits paws.  Was everything about this outfit required to be so damn cutesy?  Around the wrist, they had the same black fur trim as the dress.  Soon both girls began to slip the mittens over my hands and with my fingers still all taped, of course I could offer no resistance.  Once they were on my hands, another aspect of the mittens became apparent.  The fur at the wrists seemed to cover metal bracelets.  Or maybe manacles were the right word.  To the outside world, they looked furry and soft, but underneath, they tightly latched, holding my wrists fast in the mittens.  I expected to see another padlock, but they just seemed to ratchet shut.  However, there was a curious metal lip sticking out of the inside of the wrist.  It was a piece of metal sticking out with a pencil sized hole in the center.  I had no idea what that could be, but it seemed like the girls were being very careful to close the bracelets so they were lined up towards my waist.  Both girls started forcing my hands towards my belt area and... 'click'.  There must've been a small gap on my waist where a locking clip both held my mitten in place and locked the bracelets on my wrist down to my waist.  I was forced to hold my hands at my sides, elbows slightly bent.  To an observer, it would look like I was just standing with my arms resting on the sides of the near horizontal skirt, elbows comfortably bent.  But the only thing I could really do was wiggle my hairless little arms, flapping them like a bird.  In fact, looking at myself, I realized that my whole upper body was now squeezed and manacled into near immobility... But from the outside, it didn't really look like I was restrained at all!  I was frozen in a coquettish little pose!  Someone looking at me from the outside would not see all this horrible restraint.  Instead, they'd see a girl dressed as a doll standing in a flirty little pose.  If I wasn't already humiliated off the scale, this would've pushed me there.

  "Finally, the topping piece!", exclaimed Anastacia.  She reached into that box I had selected, oh so long ago, and pulled out a pair of bunny ears!  Oh, these weren't the simple novelty ones you'd find at Easter, ears on a simple headband.  No, these were attached to a shiny pink hard plastic helmet.  Or at least that's the best way I could describe it.  The trim of the helmet was the usual black fur, and the inside had some black padding.  Anastacia showed it around to all the girls and I noticed there were two holes just behind the bunny ears at the top.  But before I could look further, I was once again being lowered to my knees.  Soon the girls were combing my knee length blonde hair.  They parted it in the middle and separated it like they were going to make braids, but instead they took a section and just twirled it around and around.  They fed the hair section through the holes in the helmet.  The next bit was painful as they pulled on the hair and pushed on the helmet, but I dared not complain.  Once it was resting on my head, I could feel them attaching things outside the helmet to hold it in place, followed by the now familiar 'click'.  Soon the helmet was solidly on my head, held by the force of the hair on my scalp!  It was a painful sensation, but I still felt I dared not complain.  With that, the girls grabbed me by my arms, lifting me back up from my knees.  As they held my arms, now restrained at my wrist by those mittens, it was clear my arms were useless except for the one thing they were being used for right now... They were handles!  If someone were to thread their arm through mine, a common position for couples, I had the realization that I would be held as fast as any chain or lock.  There would be nothing I could do to escape!  As I realized just how helpless I really was, the girls used their hold on me to walk me to what looked like a make-up table.

Seated there, the girls debated various idea for what to do with the long strands of hair but complaints about how late it was getting caused them to quickly agree just to braid the hair.  Thank goodness for the one advantage of having ridiculously long hair.  If it was shorter, they might've curled it or done something humiliating.  Braids were bad, but not too bad, right?  Once again, I was quickly proven wrong as the girls found some pink ribbons.  Those pink ribbons were braided in, intertwined in my hair, tying off into a pair of utterly humiliating pink bows at the bottom to hold the braid in place.  I just couldn't win.

While the braiding was being done, I was seated at a make-up table so they could start on my make-up.  Seated in front of a mirror, I could see what had been attached to my hair.  A pair of clamps with artificial flowers attached held that helmet tightly to my head.  The flowers were arranged so they looked like flowers tucked behind my rabbit ears.  It was almost ingenious how they managed to find the most humiliating way possible to keep my rabbit ears in place.  Make-up was no surprise.  Keeping with the Barbie theme, the girls put thick blue eyeshadow on my eyes with pink lipstick and accents.  It was the same doll look that Patchouli had fooled me into so long ago, only taken even further.  (Was that really only a couple of hours ago?)  While I was deep in thought,  Anastacia grabbed an electric razor.  In two quick passes, my eyebrows were gone!

  "We didn't dye them, so they didn't quite match anyway", she said by way of explanation.  They drew in some eyebrows that gave me a perpetually surprised expression.  Or maybe my face was simply stuck in disbelief permanently after all this had happened to me.  At the end, they blew glitter all over my face.  Now I shimmered in the light.  I honestly couldn't see anything masculine in that mirror.  The petticoats emphasized the hips and the crushing corset pulled in giving me a feminine waist.  The barely visible cleavage peeking through the triangle made my chest look obviously a woman's, even if not overly endowed.  And of course the hair and make-up could not have been any more doll-like.

No, there was only one thing visible in that mirror.  A pretty pink doll peered back at me from the reflective surface.  A doll that was designed to make you think naughty thoughts.  A doll that was utterly helpless.  Could it get any worse?!

I really have to stop asking that question...