It felt so strange to have long hair and fingernails.  Every time I moved my head, I felt the mass of my hair moving.  Picking up things had become an adventure.  I was also learning that, when you have ridiculously long hair, there are certain things you have to do, like move the hair out of your face, make sure you don't accidentally sit on it or get it caught.  When you have long fingernails you have to be more deliberate and careful when you grabbed something.  And I learned that it was impossible to do those things without looking feminine.  Oh sure, if I wanted my hair out of my eyes, I could fiercely toss it back in a rough, masculine way.  But that took a lot of energy and only gave me a sore neck.  Eventually I learned just to do a delicate flip to get my hair back, or a quick sweep with my hand, things I'd seen girls do a million times.  I looked like a girl, and now I was starting to move like one too.

Let me tell you how things were after signing that contract.  Of course I was still sleeping in my baby romper, diapers, binky and bonnet, which actually held my hair nicely out of my face.  It sounds crazy, but I'd actually started to look forward to the outfit.  It had just become so normal for me now.  Where it had been so tight in the waist and shoulders before that I'd found it hard to breath, now it was just snug, like a strong full body hug.  Of course, where it had been loose, in the chest, I found it much tighter.  I think it had stretched out or something?  The point was that it was now comfortable, my bed stayed dry and I slept the deepest, most restful sleep of my life. 

During the day, Luanne was as good as her word.  From the moment I'd put my lips on that contract in the salon, Luanne had treated me as her dress-up doll.  As soon as we got back to the house, she tossed all of my clothes into a big wooden chest, then taken the chest out of the house.  A simple act, combined with my lack of money, that pretty much meant all I could wear was what Luanne provided.  And for her, every day was a fashion show.  I started to wonder how much she was spending on clothes!

Mornings, I'd get up, still wearing the romper, and Luanne would make me crawl to the kitchen for breakfast.  She'd brought in a chair that she'd fasten me into that had a little serving ledge where she could put my breakfast.  Because I was stuck in those horrible padded mittens kept me from grabbing anything, some mornings she'd feed me, or I'd have a liquid breakfast in a baby bottle that I'd suck down.  If I'd annoyed her, breakfast would just be placed in front of me, and Luanne would giggle at my helplessness as I wound up spilling most of it and making a mess.

Once breakfast was done, I'd be off to the bathroom where she'd let me out of the romper and I'd clean myself.  All the products I used were heavily scented.  Luanne seemed to particularly like flowers, so by the time I was clean, I always reeked of some floral scent. 

Then I'd go to my bedroom to find Luanne with the days wardrobe.  It didn't matter what horrifying, humiliating outfit she had for me, if I didn't smile and enthusiastically agree to be dressed up, she was quick to mention that the iron maiden was nearby.  And that was all she needed to say.  So while every day was similar in structure, the specifics varied.  There did seem to be a theme to all the outfits she selected.  If I could describe them, they were all very feminine, very fashionable but very juvenile.  The overall effect was if you took a young pageant girl and dressed her up in an outfit where she was trying to be sexy, but there were too many childish elements for you to take her seriously.  It was like a young girl got into her runway model mothers closet. Maybe it would help to give you a concrete example.  Let me tell you what I wore today...

  "I think this will be a perfect little outfit" Luanne said as she pulled items out of the bag.  The first thing out was a girdle, which I was ordered to put on.  It took a bit to figure out, but finally I figured out that you had to step into it and pull it up.  Pulling it up was hard!  It was so tight that I said it was too small and wouldn't go on.  Luanne just came over and, with a sharp tug that lifted me right off the floor, it snapped into position.  The pain was immediate.  The tight crotch made everything between my legs flat, but that meant everything was under pressure and that was painful!  Likewise, the garment constricted me horribly in the waist, making my slender waist look even smaller.  Which compression was more painful?  I'd have to think about that.  The tightness continued up into my chest as everything felt like it was being compressed and it was hard to draw a breath.  And with my very sensitive chest of late, the compression was not pleasant.  Nor was looking down and seeing that, even with the compression, there were still noticeable bumps on my chest.  Finally when Luanne pulled the straps over my shoulders, I felt my shoulders being drawn down with an uncomfortable amount of force.  Soon everything started going a bit numb and that actually lessened the pain.

With the girdle on, the 'shirt', really a blouse, came next.  It was made of a sheer white fabric with enormous puffed sleeves that ended in tight cuffs.  Of course the buttons were on the back.  Luanne had to button them as the pressure on my shoulders from the girdle made it impossible to reach back there.  There was a large round collar and of course, once everything was buttoned up, Luanne tied an enormous black satin bow under my chin.  I hated it.  A huge, oversized floppy bow around my neck?  It was like something you'd put around the neck of a kitten.  But of course I was Luanne's doll.  So I had to smile and act like I thought it looked amazing.  Sometimes that was really hard...

Following the blouse came a pair of flesh coloured stockings, followed by a very tight pair of velvet shorts.  They were pulled up my legs with some urgency, and when they reached their final location, they also snapped into place, they were so tight.  A few experimental tugs and I knew I'd need help getting them off too.  They had oversize buttons, strictly cosmetic, insuring the shorts looked a bit juvenile.

  "Don't you just love your shiny, smooth legs!?" Luanne crowed as she rubbed her hand up my legs and then moved up to moving over the velvet on the shorts, making me squirm.  I did not love any part of this, but I kept a smile fixed.

I was seated and soon a pair of lacy white ankle socks were placed on my feet, followed by some black patent mary-janes with bows and a small heel.  The outfit was topped off with a shiny black purse that was placed over my bent arm.  It might seem like we were finished, but there was still substantial make-up and hair.

Soon my platinum blonde locks were placed in delicate curls, held in place by a large pair of matching black velvet bows.  My eyes were big white ovals in a shadow of smoky eye make-up and the false eyelashes that had been glued on felt strange.  Now that I was all made up, it was time for the modelling that would occupy our day til mid-afternoon.  Every day, Luanne would have the front room decorated in a way to complement the outfit I was wearing.  She called it her 'dollhouse'.  There were bright lights, very expensive looking cameras and props galore.  On this particular day, the front room was decorated to look like a man's study.  There were fake bookshelves with fake books and a reading couch in a corner.  Sitting on the couch was a large mannequin, dressed in a tweed smoking jacket with patches on the sleeves and matching pants, dress shirt with a conservative cravat around the neck.  There was nothing above that because the mannequin didn't have a head.  And that was one of the lessons I learned about modelling.  Everything was fake, it just needed to look good in the photos.  And Luanne didn't need the mannequin to have a head because she was shooting below that. 

Soon she was posing me for the pictures.  For this particular shoot, I was mostly posing around the mannequin.  She took several shots of my laying on the couch, my head in the mannequins lap.  After what felt like dozens of pictures, interrupted by Luanne making me move to different poses, moving the light, putting a fan on, or messing with lenses for the camera, she moved me to a completely new position that I was kneeling on the floor, again with my head resting on the mannequins lap, except this time I was looking at the camera.  This just repeated.

  "That's great Tony!  Now I want you to stop smiling and look at the camera like someone just surprised you.  That's it, but open your mouth a bit.  OK, OK, now tilt your head back just a bit... Put your hand up to your chin... No, the back of your hand.  That's it!"  For the millionth time, I just wish Luanne had simply played with dolls more when she was a kid! 
 
After doing this for a couple of hours, with a few breaks for rest while Luanne went through all the hundreds of pictures she'd taken, she'd eventually pronounce us done.  At that point I was free... Sort of.  While I was now able to roam about the house, to read, to play video games, to watch TV, I had to do it all dressed in whatever ridiculous outfit Luanne had selected for me.  And she expected me to stay nice.  If it had a hat or a bag, I couldn't take them off.  I'd play my video games with a small purse hooked over my elbow.  It probably looked silly, but if Luanne said I had to do that to play my games, I'd manage.  If I messed up my hair, if I accidentally rubbed my makeup, I was marched back to the vanity and expected to fix the problem myself, although Luanne would guide me.  And until it looked perfect, I was stuck there.  I soon found out it was just easier to be very careful and not mess anything up in the first place.  Being a doll was very detailed work!

Luanne would eventually finish with the pictures, then she'd clear out the front room.  I usually stayed away from her at that point.  We'd already spent most of the day together, the only thing I could do was annoy her and that was not a good prospect so I steered clear.  Then we'd get together for supper, and then, usually she'd dress me in my night-time romper, dress up nicely herself and head out for the evening while I found ways to amuse myself until I was ready for bed.  And for a couple of weeks after I signed that contract, that was our daily routine.  Although there was one other interesting event that happened during that time. 

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For the first few nights, once I was in the romper, I'd be fuming that I was stuck without the use of my hands until I went to bed.  So that was several hours I couldn't play video games.  Obviously I didn't dare complain to Luanne.  But she must've noticed.

One night, after I was dressed in my bedtime outfit, Luanne put me in the baby reins and took me downstairs.  I did notice that she hadn't put my binky in, so I could still talk.  That was unusual.  When we got to the living room, me crawling, her impatiently pulling me forward I found the TV on, with my video games playing.
  "You're going to let me play my video games!" I said, as excited as anything.  Luanne just gave a look as if to say of course, she was a woman of her word.  I crawled in front of the screen, and held out my mittens, expecting that my hands would be freed.  But a look at Luanne and I knew it wouldn't be that easy. 

  "Oh no.  You're still wearing your bedtime outfit.  But I had a friend help me reprogram the controls.  Now it will react to the words you say and your movements.  The camera and the microphone are over here that you'll need to speak into."  That.... Sounded reasonable.  But of course I had to ask.
 
  "What words?  What movements?"  And now Luanne was grinning.  Whenever I saw that grin happened, I knew it was always bad news for me.

  "They're written on the table there."  I crawled over, and found a neat handwritten list.  It seemed pretty straightforward.

  Forward - "Mommy"
  Left - "Goo"
  Right - "Gah"
  Back - "I poopied"
  Fire - Clap hands
  Alt Fire - Wave hands over head
  Jump - "Whee"

  "You have to be kidding!  There's no way I'm doing that!  I'll sound like a baby!"  Luanne shrugged. 
  "Oh well.  I kept up my part of the deal.  But if you don't want to play..." and she went to turn it off.
  "No!  Wait."  I was so desperate and so bored in the evenings.  I was already wearing a babies romper with mittens, booties and a baby bonnet.  That was all pretty bad.  How much worse could it be, really?  I used my nose to press the start button, and the game began...

  "MommyMommyMommy.  Goo Goo Goo Gah!" Clap Clap Clap.  "I poopied!  I poopied!  Gah Gah!  Mommy!" Clap.  "Whee!  Whee!"   I watched my little on-screen warrior leaping around the screen at my command.  Soon I was in my own world, actually having a great time.  I was also completely unaware of how I looked, wiggling around, seated on the floor, the diaper crinkling with every move, waving my baby mittens around wildly and making baby noises.  Luanne's look of triumph, as she watched me humiliate myself willingly, would've stopped me dead in my tracks if I'd seen it.  But of course I couldn't see it at all.  I was absorbed into my game.  Plus the bonnet completely kept me from seeing anything but the TV with my peripheral vision.

Every few days, the commands would change.  Often they were nonsense words.  Or maybe it was Japanese.  Didn't know, didn't care.  I just wanted to play video games.  There would be a brief period of relearning the new commands, and then I'd be having a great time again.  Before I had been so bored in the evenings.  But now I could play my games, it made everything better.  Luanne even bought me a newly released games.  I was actually enjoying myself.  If this was what I had to do over the summer in order that I could be in control of my appearance after the summer, I could do this!  Yes it was terribly embarrassing, but it was just Luanne.  I could handle it.  I just had to figure out these new commands...  Let's see, 'SUK' was now move forward...
 
  "SukSukSuk Mi Suk Yoo Mi Suk Yoo Daddy!  Whoo!  I made it to the next level!  All right!"  I was focused on the screen, watching the action.  The bonnet prevented me from seeing or hearing Luanne rolling around, laughing at the fact I was so completely unaware of what I looked and sounded like.

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As I mentioned, Luanne seemed OK with me seeing a doctor about my chest.  The appointment had been booked when we got back and only a few weeks later, a few weeks of being a doll during the day and trapped in a romper at night, I was in the waiting room.  I was excited.  As I'd mentioned, my chest had grown enough I could feel it moving up and down independent of the rest of my body when I walked.  I could easily see my chest pushing out no matter how tight the clothing was over top.  I was wearing the training bras faithfully as they at least helped keep my sensitive nipples protected.  But it was clear that I was outgrowing them.  I had been dealing with the stress of keeping the bras concealed back when I was at school... Thank goodness it was now summer because I think now they were so obvious there would've been questions for sure.  I was so excited to be going to the doctor.  I just knew that the doctor was going to be able to set things right.  I waited patiently, reading the magazines in the waiting room.  When my name was called, I noticed Luanne was nowhere to be found, so I just followed the nurse on my own.

The last time I went to a doctor, it was just a little private room with an examination table and that's what I'd been expecting.  But instead they took me to a closet sized room with nothing in it but a little robe.  I was told to take everything off and put on the robe by the helpful nurse.  I did as she asked and she took my clothes, escorting me to something that looked like an operating room.  There was a big bright light overhead, and one of those adjustable chairs like you see at the dentists.  There were also a whole lot of machines with blinking lights and tubes.  The nurse helped me climb into the chair.  Once I was there, she put a clamp on my finger.  She hooked up a few more machines.  And I realized that she seemed very familiar.

  "Hey, don't I know you?  I think I remember you from somewhere", I asked.  I tried to angle my head so I could see her name-tag.  It said 'Jenny'.  She smiled down at me, pulled out an IV bag and hooked it to the stand on the chair.
  "Well, I remember an adorable little flower girl." she giggled.  As I realized where I knew her from, she quickly and professionally jabbed the needle into the back of my hand.
  "Flower boy!", I quickly corrected.  "You were one of Luannes bridesmaids!", I said, a bit of panic creeping into my voice.  She casually taped the needle in place.  "Why did you do that?", I asked.  The nurse pulled my hair out of the ponytail holder I had it in.  Ignoring my question, she started talking.
  "You should've had this hair when you were the flower girl.  You would've been even more adorable!"  She stroked my long hair, seemingly fascinated with its length.  But after a bit, with the practice of someone who has done this many times before, she quickly rolled my long hair up into a tight bun.  Then she snapped something on it to keep it in place, finishing it with something that looked like a white swimming cap over top everything.  Only then did she address my question.
  "It's just a saline solution to keep you hydrated and a bit of a tranquillizer to relax you and keep you calm during the procedure."  I had to think about that that a bit.
  "Pra... cee... gure?"  It was becoming hard to think.  "Wha... pra... ceeedge..."  I hadn't felt like this since... The orange juice!  Putting those things together was like a jolt of adrenaline.  I fought against the drug, trying to stay awake.  I felt like I was in a dream state as I watched Luanne walk in, all dressed in surgical scrubs like a doctor.
  "Thanks, Jenny" she said to the nurse.  The nurse smiled back like old friends do.
  "Anything for you Luanne!" she said as she went up and they mimed hugging but without actually touching and exchanged air kisses.  Then the nurse left.  Luanne walked up to me and waved at me. 
  "Still with us, Tony?" she said, as she started to organize the instruments in the tray next to me.
  "Yer na gonna make mee sleeeep." I said, fighting to stay awake.  I thought I heard Luanne giggle.
  "Oh, goodness no.  The drugs in you don't knock you out.  You're going to be awake the whole time.  No, the flunitrazepam-thiopental combination are just going to make you very groggy and very suggestible.  For example, you've always wanted to be a girl."  I was so foggy, it was hard to keep things straight.
  "I HAVE ahways wahnted to be gurl."  Luanne giggled.
  "Well, you make sure to tell the doctor that.  Oh, it's such a shame those drugs are strong amnesiacs and you won't remember any of this."  The door opened and a doctor walked into the room.  Walking over, I knew this was my last chance to call for help.  I started to tell him I was here against my will.  But what would I tell him?  How could I alert him with Luanne right there?  I knew just what to say!
  "I 'av ahways wahnted to be a gurl!" I said as clearly as I could.  The doctor smiled at me.

That's the last thing I remember.

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When I woke up, I was at home, in my bed.  I tried to sit up.  "OWWWW!"  It felt like an elephant was sitting on my chest.  I pulled off the covers... To find two ENORMOUS mounds on my chest.  I HAD BREASTS!  My hands reached up to touch them, but it hurt to even move.  I fell back onto the bed.  At this point, the door opened and Luanne walked in.  A quick look confirmed it... I had bigger breasts than Luanne!  THEY WERE HUGE.    NOOOO!!

  "Sounds like you're pretty rough.  Let me give you something for the pain."  I was hurting so bad, I didn't even attempt to avoid the needle she jammed me with.  I babbled about the pain, and what had happened to my chest.  As the pain faded, and with it my consciousness, Luanne patted me consolingly.  "The pain will only last a short while.  I remember how it was, you'll survive it.  And they're not bigger than mine, they're just a bit swollen right now."  Before I faded, I was able to whisper "Why?"  Luanne smiled and said "You signed a contract saying I could make you look however I wanted for the summer."  she said, a pleasant smile on her face.  I wanted to say that didn't include breast implants, but I couldn't hold on and everything faded to black...