The other reason I was so excited? It was my birthday! I knew that any day, I was finally going to start growing like a man. I'd watched all the other kids hit puberty and their growth spurt and my dad had told me it happened to him late. When he was the age I was about to be, he'd gone away the smallest kid in his class, and by the time he got back, he was the tallest. I couldn't wait for dad's genes to kick in! So this was the birthday I'd been waiting for.
Why else was I excited? It was a year closer to inheriting Big Tonys trust and being able to live the rest of my life away from Luanne. No matter what teasing and torments Luanne saddled me with, I knew in a few years, I'd be a multi-millionaire. I'd get the best doctors to undo what she had done to me, I'd hit the weight room and get personal trainers and become one of those big muscular guys like my dad. And, in my darker thoughts, I planned to use some of my money to get some revenge on Luanne. I wondered how she'd do in the 'iron maiden'. When things were darkest, the revenge dreams were what kept me going.
As it was every morning, I went looking for Luanne so she could release me from these bed-time outfit restraints. Usually I had to wait outside her door until she woke up. But today, Luanne was already up. She seemed as excited about my birthday as I was, greeting me with a big smile and a 'Happy Birthday!'. She'd brought along some boxes and a garment bag, which told me she had a whole new outfit for me. Normally that would fill me with dread. Any time Luanne was inventive with a new outfit, it was always matched with some new discomfort. But she was in such a good mood. And it was my birthday! And it was the last outfit she'd ever be able to get me to wear! As she pulled out the new outfit, I could see it was obviously birthday themed.
It started with a corset. Inside, it was crushing steel-boned. But outside, it was a shiny coating. As Luanne laced me in, tighter and tighter, I saw how the corset had been custom designed. It put my breasts on a shelf, pushing them up and making them even larger. I didn't know how big they were now... They'd been DD after the implant surgery, but they were now larger, still growing and the last thing I needed was to make them look bigger. But that didn't dull my mood because, between the small, gasping breaths I could barely manage in this corset, I could see the corset had been designed to look like wrapping paper! Luanne pulled and pulled on the corset strings. When I put my hands down around my waist, I just couldn't believe how tiny my midsection was. Much smaller than Luannes! Next, I was laid down while Luanne put a diaper on me. I noticed this one wasn't nearly as bulky as my usual, but it was decorated in shiny colours to match the corset perfectly. She followed that by pulling up tights that looked like ribbons wrapped around my legs. It all matched the corset. I realized I was being dressed up like a birthday present! My suspicions were confirmed as Luanne pulled out a pair of ballet heels that also matched the glossy wrapping paper look of the corset. As I sat waiting for them to be put on, I saw my bare feet were stretched straight down, exactly as a ballet dancer. I tried to lift my feet so they were flat, but it hurt! The resulting discomfort made me straighten them again. It was just as Nurse Jenny had said, my feet and legs had changed so I needed to wear high heels. I was momentarily saddened, thinking I'd have to do stretching exercises after today so I could one day again wear sneakers, as Luanne began to strap the glossy heels to my feet. Of coursed, I mused, if you had put these shoes on me at the beginning of the summer, they would've really hurt. But thanks to the training, they felt very comfortable. Between that thought and the present theme of the outfit reminding me of my birthday, reminding me this was my last day being dressed and I felt better again!
The next item Luanne pulled out, also with a glossy wrapping paper appearance, was something she called a 'single-glove'. I put my arms behind my back, interlacing my fingers as she commanded. Then the glove was pulled up, locking my arms in that position. Luanne tightened some straps, pulling my shoulders back, and forcing me to push my chest up and out even more. A strap, made to look like a ribbon, went from the bottom of the glove, under my diaper, and around to the front of the corset. Once it was pulled tight, I was locked like that as well as putting some uncomfortable pressure between my legs. But before that could dim my mood, I was placed in front of the make-up table and Luanne went all out doing my hair and make-up in an equally festive manner. My hair was teased and hair-sprayed making it huge! Then it was adorned in birthday ribbons and bows. A collar with an oversize side bow was locked around my neck, and my immense, swollen lips were covered with glossy bright lipstick to match. Once again, Luanne told me I had a pair of DSLs to die for, but she still wouldn't tell me what that meant. She made kissy faces at me and I was in such a celebratory mood, I made them right back. Luanne giggled like a fool when I did. She was just so crazy, who could figure out what amused her anymore? For example, Luanne had recently become fascinated by bells. So of course she had some earrings with little bells ready. The final topping were a pair of carefully placed nipple clamps weighed down by bells. I wouldn't be able to move without being followed by the jingling of bells. That kind of dampened my mood a little bit, feeling that confusing pain and pleasure. But my spirits brightened right up again realizing this was the last time ever. And with that, I was dressed!
The one thing that she didn't do was put in my binky! On the one hand, I was excited! One less item meant I was one item closer to freedom. But on the other hand, I strangely felt a little uneasy. I'd grown so used to having my binky that it had become my stress reliever. I really, really wanted something to suck on. What did this mean?
But then I started thinking about this... I really didn't understand anything that was going on. It was my birthday, but I was dressed up as if I was a present? Maybe the present was that this was the last time that Luanne would dress me up before I was free to start dressing myself? I started to think that me being unwrapped was going to be how Luanne was going to show I was now free to dress myself again. Yeah, that made sense!
My thoughts were interrupted by Luanne putting a leash on my collar, and walking me downstairs. 'Jingle, jingle, jingle' my breasts bounced as I carefully put one high heeled foot after the other on the stairs. It was a little scary because Luanne was pulling me down and the single-glove meant I had no hands or arms! But I made it down safely. As I went to the front room, I was expecting some kind of birthday surprise. But as we turned the corner, it was nothing I'd expected!
Nurse Jenny was there, with a laptop in front of her. She was typing away furiously. But that wasn't the focus of my attention. I froze in shock at the unexpected 'guest'. Seated in one of the chairs was a complete stranger! He was of average height, which made him several inches taller than Luanne or myself, even in heels. He looked to be in good physical shape, but his thin shock white hair around an enormous bald spot showed he was quite old. He was also wearing a very expensive looking suit. He looked like a very powerful businessman. I was suddenly humiliated! I'd grown used to Luanne and Nurse Jenny seeing me, but to have a strange man, with my enormous belled breasts in his face, see me like this? I blushed a fire engine red and stared down at the floor. Who was this man?
"Say hello to Pauly" Luanne pushed me forward off balance. Without my arms, all I could do is fall forward into the old mans arms. The old man caught me, and looked immediately pleased. With effortless strength, he turned me around to face Luanne and, gently at first, but more forcefully when I tried to resist, he seated me in his lap. He was strong enough my resistance only lasted seconds. Soon I felt a large, calloused hand stroking my face, and then it slid down and began to stroke my breasts. I tried to squirm away, but it made no difference. Luanne handed him my leash.
"Pauly is your number one fan!" Luanne gushed. "He's been a subscriber to 'Little Bimbo Toni' since we started the web site." With that, Nurse Jenny spun the laptop around so I could see she was on a website named as Luanne said. And the picture? It was me! There were titles like 'Photoshoots' and 'Videos' and 'Have your fantasy recreated by Toni!'. WHAT?!
I KNEW there was a website. I'd been so sure, but with Luanne and Nurse Jenny constantly telling me it was a drugged on painkiller dream, I'd started to doubt myself. But now I had Luanne! That had to be illegal! I could get her into a lot of trouble with the law. I wouldn't have to wait years to get my revenge. I could get it right away! I just needed to tell someone. Luanne continued talking.
"The website was originally a way to get the money to pay for all your outfits and your surgery. I mean, I didn't want to use any of my money on you! But then Pauly contacted us. He saw the pictures and video and he thinks you are who he has been looking for his whole life. He's paying me a great deal of money to be with you. I guess you could call it a dowry, because he's paying me so he can take you as his bride." That completely derailed my plans of revenge.
"WHAT? I'm not old enough to get married!" I nearly screamed it. Luanne just grinned her famous grin.
"Nonsense. Today is your birthday. You are old enough to get married with parental... Uhh, I mean your guardians permission. That's me! And don't you worry... Pauly has provided more than enough money to convince me to give him that permission."
"We had a contract!" I pleaded. Luanne only shook her head.
"I'm sorry, but you remember I agreed that you would be free after the summer to dress as you wanted. Pauly wasn't part of that contract. And I have a feeling that he's going to have some expectations for your wardrobe." Luanne was smiling like a gambler holding all the right cards. I blurted out the first thing I could think of.
"But... What about my trust?" I didn't believe Luanne's grin could get wider.
"Oh, don't you remember how it was worded? It said you'd get the money when you are 'ready to be the man of the family'. You see, when your father was changing his will, I managed to get him to make that little change to the wording. He thought it was inconsequential, just the whim of a silly bimbo, so he made the change. But I'd spoken to a lawyer and it turns out that, if you no longer identify as a man, that would mean you'd never be able to fulfill the terms. When we file your wedding papers, with you being a legal bride, you'll also be getting your gender legally changed. You'll no longer possibly legally identify as 'the man of the family'. That will be sufficient for you to have defaulted on the terms of your fathers trust. Then it all goes to me!" So that's what Luanne had been after all along! With a surge of rage, I leapt at her, trying to swing my single gloved arms with all my might. All I managed to do was give myself a very painful wedgie. I'd forgotten there was a strap underneath that attached to the front of the corset. Pauly easily pulled me back into his lap while Luanne laughed.
"I'll kill you, you bitch! I'll make you pay! I'll..", I raged with the massed anger of all the fury I'd held back that summer. But I was cut-off mid-statement as Pauly unexpectedly stuck his thumb in my mouth. I couldn't help it, I started to suck. Lacking any other options, my sucking was furious. I glared at Luanne.
"It's true", I heard Pauly whisper. "Oh, I thought you were just acting in the videos. You're perfect...". Hearing that, Luanne's mirth knew no bounds. She responded to my threats.
"Aww, honey, that's never going to happen. We're going to get you married. Once you're his wife, Pauly will be able to take you to his mansion in a foreign country... One far removed from here. You'll become Paulys doting wife, doing whatever he says." I was almost in tears, panicked, hearing this news.
"Oh, don't cry" consoled Nurse Jenny. "I'm coming with you! Pauly is hiring me to keep the web site going! He loves how twisted I am and how I keep coming up with humiliating situations for the web site. Except now Pauly will be able to join in. Pauly is a very inventive man. You've already been the star of some of some of his very creative fantasies. Maybe we'll even let you be awake for a few this time" she mocked, but then she took a more serious look. "I discovered that I'm really good at this. And I love performing for all the fans. Not to mention it pays way better than nursing!"
"Do you want to hear the best part?" Luanne jumped in. She leaned down, putting her face right in mine as Luanne and Pauly looked on. Softly, Luanne spoke. "Pauly has agreed to let me design the wedding gown. Oh, it's going to be the most degrading wedding gown ever worn. The most humiliating bundle of effeminate lace and fluff you could ever imagine. But the best part... The very best part? It's going to make you look like an... what did you call it... 'air-headed, giggly bimbo slut trophy wife'!" Her voice was dripping with triumph. And all I could do was cry, suck Paulys thumb, and wiggle around, trying to avoid the very stiff object that was suddenly poking up into the bottom of my diapers...
And soon the wedding day arrived. Once I was bound into my wedding dress, my hands tied to look like I was holding flowers, Luanne proved she was a woman of her word. Together with Nurse Jenny and my new husband, Pauly, I lived unhappily ever after...
HERE ENDS 'DON'T BABY ME'.