Don't Baby Me! - Life with Luanne (Part 1)

(Sorry for those waiting for the next parts of my other stories.  They are being worked on... I have a good chunk of Theodore part 2 underway and another whole new story.  But I always wrestle with writers block, so to fight it, I write other things and this is what results.  I'll warn you that this one is darker than my other stories.  Sure it has my favorite, non-consensual restraint and humiliation, but it also has people dying, some nasty gaslighting and other dark bits.  So please, if you are sweet and sentimental, be warned.  Darkness ahead!  As always, I'd like to thank HinaYui for inspiration.  Missed you so much when your computer blew up!)

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My fathers funeral was pretty rough.  'Big Tony' as everyone called him, was friends to everyone.  A big man, with a big smile and a bigger laugh, he charmed everyone he met.  It made him an incredibly successful salesman, enough that he made lots of money... Far more than I ever imagined, as I was to find out later.  But, other than a big house, we lived a frugal upper-middle class life.  My father had learned to save money as a child, so he saved and invested everything.  But the job that gave him his six figure salary is what cost his life, as a chartered plane he was on had crashed during a sales trip.  My mother had passed away when I was too young to remember and my grandmother, who had helped raise me after my mother died, had passed away a year before my dad.  I'd say I was an orphan, but I still had a mother... A step-mother to be precise.  As I looked up at Luanne, a woman in her early 20's, not even a decade older than me, and now my sole guardian,  I realized that a woman I had never got along with, that I had actively disliked, was now the sole adult in my life and I felt a chill.

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I guess I was pretty much a typical teenager.  Well, at least in how I thought and felt.  I certainly wasn't typical in size, being shorter than all my classmates, male and female.  I wasn't a little person or anything like that,   I was just a very late bloomer, which is a coded way to say I still hadn't hit puberty.  You know how the medical textbooks say guys can hit puberty as early as twelve?  Yeah, obviously that was not me!  There was no chance I'd started any kind of growth spurt.  My voice hadn't broken, I still never needed to touch a razor.  But I wasn't worried because my dad was a very large man, larger than average.  And he'd told me that it was the same way for everyone in the family.  He'd been a late bloomer too, but once he started growing he kept going.  He'd told me how he'd gone from the shortest in his class and, by the time he graduated high school,  he was the tallest.  I couldn't wait to start growing.  It couldn't come fast enough.

As I said, everyone had called my dad 'Big Tony'.  My dad's friends called me 'Little Tony'.  At school they called me 'Anthony' or just 'Tony'.  As for what my mother called me... I never knew.  My grandmother didn't really have a nickname for me, she'd just say I was her 'good boy'... but she had passed away last year.  That just left Luanne.

Luanne and I had got off on the wrong foot.  When I describe the bimbo, you'll know why!  The first thing you'd notice, if you were male, was that she had a huge chest.  I mean, they had to be DD at least.  Obviously that didn't make her a bimbo.  It was more that every outfit she wore either had large amounts of cleavage or was super-tight and had them pushed up into your face.  She'd always take every opportunity to brush up against my dad, rubbing him and touching him.  Her favorite things to say were always 'tee hee' or some silly giggle.  She'd pretend she couldn't open jars, or reach things on high shelves, then drape herself all over him when he came to help.  Combine that with her long, platinum blonde hair, skinny waist and eye-catching legs perched on killer heels, the kind that looked like you'd break an ankle if you made one misstep, and you couldn't help but say 'Bimbo'.  I remember only a few nights after I had first been introduced to Luanne, I had gone with my dad to his study for a moment. 

  "Dad, what are you doing?"  Big Tony just looked at me confused.  Watching Luanne fawn and play to my dad was aggravating and I had to say something.  When he wasn't around or looking the other way, I could see that she just playing a role to fool my dad.  "She's a bimbo dad, just after your money!"  My dad laughed at that, laughed at being lectured by his pre-pubescent son.  Everyone treated me like I was younger than I was because of my size, even my dad.  Oooh, I found that so irritating.  "Don't baby me, dad!  Do not treat me like a child!  I'm being serious!  And she's way too young for you!  She's tiny!  Everyone assumes she's my sister and your daughter and it's not just from her height!  She's what, a decade older than me?  Not even!  She's closer to my age than yours!"  My dad just smiled that winning smile of his, barely suppressing a chuckle.

  "Anthony, she's far from what you're calling her.  In fact, she has a degree in pharmacy and she's Pre-Med and on her way to becoming a doctor.  She's the smartest women I've ever met, no matter what her age, and you should be happy that I've met someone that makes me happy." he said.  "I just happen to think she looks very pretty and she knows how to put a smile on my face."  And he wiggled his eyebrows at me.

  "Dad, she's an air-headed, giggly bimbo slut trophy wife!  And she's after your money!"  My father's face had gone from mirth to panic.  At first I thought I'd got through to him.  But then I turned to follow his eyes... Luanne was standing right behind me.  She was standing there, hands on hips looking very upset.  She was a small woman, but obviously bigger than tiny me, and at that moment, I felt two inches tall.  I quickly apologized, but the mood that evening remained chilly.  I remember when we got home, I was so angry at him for not seeing what she was doing and so angry at her for ruining the evening that I wrote a whole page in my journal about what a brazen, brainless bitch she was and how I hated her and wanted her out of my life.  Of course, the fates were against me. 
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A few months later, shortly after my dad announced the engagement and that he and Luanne would be married, I was stewing in my room, writing horrible things about Luanne in my diary.  It was one of the few things that made me feel better.  Suddenly the door opened and in walked Luanne!  I quickly hid my diary!  I'd been embarrassed by what I'd said to her face, there was no way I ever wanted to see what I'd written about her.  She didn't seem to notice as she strode over to my bed in her sky high heels, her breasts bouncing with each step, her hips wiggling in a suggestive way as she walked and her platinum blonde hair streaming behind her as if she wore a super-hero cape.  She plopped herself down beside me on my bed like she owned the place.  But she seemed to have a friendly smile on her face.  Had she come to make amends?

  "Hey Tony.  Do you have a moment to talk?", she asked.  What could I say?  I nodded.  "So I think now that I'm going to join the family, we should get to know each other a little better.  For example, I notice that I seem to have upset you."  Really?  She just noticed that?  I was still feeling a bit glum, so I just nodded agreement.  "Well, maybe it would help us if you let me know what kind of things upset you?"  I had to stop and think about that for a minute.  That was actually a nice gesture, I thought.  She wanted to know what kinds of things bothered me so she could avoid them.  I had to admit, that was a good idea.  So I told her about what food I hated, I told her what TV shows I disliked.  I told her how I wasn't getting along with one of my teachers.  After a while I started to relax and forget how much I disliked Luanne.  We were chatting like old friends.  So I started to even let her in on things that I was normally guarded about.
  "And the thing I really hate is when people treat me like a child" I blurted.  I could see some interest from Luanne at that. 
  "Oh, that because you're small?  I can relate." she smiled, seemingly lost in thought.  But then she looked me in the eyes.  "As you've noticed, I'm pretty petite too.  So I can relate to being made to feel like a child.  Oh, I hated it." she reminisced.  I nodded along enthusiastically.
  "Yeah, that's the worst" I agreed.  "When people treat me like a small child, it's just so... "
  "Demeaning?  Humiliating?" she interrupted, excited.  I completely missed Luannes jump in interest.  "I bet there's nothing worse."  I agreed without hesitation.  "Having people assume you're younger."  I nodded.  "Being treated like a small child."  Why was she still going on?  "Having someone choose your clothes for you, being sent to bed, having to ask permission to do anything..."  Now it was my turn to interrupt.
  "Well, I haven't had to deal with that for a long time.  My dad doesn't treat me like that."  Luanne just looked at me, smile still on her face.

Still staring at me intently, she reached over and gently pulled my hair back over my ear.  It actually felt kind of nice and I just enjoyed it.  I knew my hair had grown a bit too long, that's probably why she was playing with it, but I knew I'd be getting it cut soon.  My reverie was interrupted when she spoke softly, her face next to mine.  "You know, it's funny, but with your big eyes, your long lashes and your delicate features, I thought you might hate being mistaken for a girl."  Instantly, I jumped back.  How had she known?  That's something that bothered me terribly, but I'd never mentioned it to anyone!  Schoolyard rules, you never revealed what bothered you most!  While it hurt for someone to see me as younger as I was, I could understand it.  Being mistaken for a girl?!  That was a direct blow against my manhood!  Being smaller and weaker than most of the girls in my class, it was something I was very sensitive to.
   
From the smile spreading across Luanne's face, I knew she'd just made a guess and my reaction had confirmed it for her.  Inwardly I cursed as I realized that I'd just confided my biggest weaknesses to the woman who was manipulating my dad.  What had I done?!  Luanne stood, ready to leave.  "Well, this has been a very interesting talk, Tony.  You've given me a lot to think about.  Oh, and you never asked me what bothered me most."  I'd got so caught up talking about myself, she was right, I hadn't.  She didn't wait for me to ask.  "I really hate being called a slut.  I despise when someone accuses me of being a 'trophy wife'."  This was sounding familiar...  "And the one thing that makes me want to destroy a person is being called an 'air-headed, giggly bimbo'." she said looking at me with raw hatred.  My jaw nearly dropped to the floor.  With that, the hatred disappeared, she sweetly smiled and stood.  She walked to the door with the same confident stride that she'd entered with.  As she reached the door, she flipped her hair over her shoulder and looked back.  "You are going to LOVE the wedding." she said, in a way I was sure I wouldn't.

They married later that year.  And my relationship with my step-mother?  I discovered that Luanne was a woman who understood revenge...

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Her revenge was obvious when, instead of a ring-bearer or a flower girl, Luanne had the 'brilliant' idea that I could do both roles.  She told my dad that it was important to her for me to feel a special part of the ceremony.  Knowing where this might go, I begged and pleaded with my dad not to do it.  My dad, just wanting to make Luanne happy, basically washed his hands of it, and told Luanne whatever she wanted.  She convinced my dad to prevent me from getting my hair cut so that, by the wedding, it was chin length.  Luanne had taken my measurements and said she was going to have a custom outfit made for me.  Everyone else had their outfits for the rehearsal, but Luanne said mine wasn't quite ready yet.  So there I was, the day of the wedding, without even a clue what I was going to be wearing.  I mean, I didn't know exactly what it was.  But I knew I wouldn't like it.  The only part that kept me from panic was knowing she couldn't do anything too extreme.  Everyone would see it at the wedding, right? 

Since Luanne had my outfit and was going to be preparing me for the wedding, another aspect I hadn't considered popped up.  I had to go with the bridal party.  That was the worst!  I couldn't be with my dad because of that stupid tradition that the bride can't see the groom before the wedding.  I was imagining them, my dad and his groomsmen, all bonding like men.  They were probably telling stories about hunting or excelling at sports.  I imagined them smoking cigars, laughing over drinks.  And where was I?  With the bridesmaids, a squealing group of bimbos like Luanne.  Listening to them talk about weddings and clothes, make-up and hair... It was like it was designed to torture me.  Even worse, it seemed like all the girls had heard about my outfit and couldn't wait to see me in it.  They knew more about it than I did! 

Luanne announced it was time to get me ready, and immediately I was surrounded by a half dozen bimbos.  Well, none of them looked the part as much as Luanne did, but they were acting like giggly airheads so they certainly acted the part.  Without even asking me, they started yanking off my clothes!  I would've happily undressed myself if they'd asked me or even gave me a moment.  But instead it was like I was a doll or an infant.  My jacket was removed, my t-shirt roughly pulled up off my head.  Soon I was on the floor having my pants violently yanked off, leaving me sitting there in my underwear.  No one was even talking to me like I was a person!  I was just a toy they were playing with.

I finally got to see the pieces of my outfit as they were assembled.  First they pulled some white tights with floral designs up my legs.  There was a fancy white blouse with a large ruffled collar and ruffled cuffs.  As it buttoned up in the back, my arms were pulled forward and placed in the sleeves.  As they pulled it back to button, it was quite loose in the chest, but very tight in the torso.  Then I saw there was a velvet cut-away jacket and matching velvet knee pants.  Both were carnation pink... The same colour as the bridesmaids dresses.  With the giggling of amused bimbos in my ears, I allowed them to dress me in the Little Lord Fauntleroy outfit.  Absolutely humiliating.  And the pants were so tight!  I looked down between my legs and was surprised to see everything as flat as could be!  But they weren't done.  In order to pay homage to the 'flower girl', they had also paired it with a red 'petal tutu'.  It stuck straight out from my waist, and made it look like I was in the middle of an opening flower.
  "I'm not wearing a skirt!" I protested, horrified, but I was just poo poo'd by the ladies.
  "It's not a skirt, it's a flower tutu!  Absolutely essential for a proper flower girl... err boy I mean.", Luanne crowed.  I didn't see a difference, but it was obvious what I thought didn't matter.  Then Luanne bent over, putting us face to face.  "Either you wear the whole outfit, or you don't get to take part in the wedding.  And you know how crushed your dad would be if you weren't at the wedding."  As angry was I was, she was right.  I couldn't disappoint my dad.  Not to mention I was certain that Luanne would tell my dad that I just refused to take part, which would break his heart.  While I was thinking, they followed up by tying a broad sash around my waist, tied into a big bow on my hip.  Around my neck went a loose bow of the same colour.  Seated, they started getting out their makeup and pulling out brushes.
  "Hey!  Boys don't wear make-up!", I complained.  Luanne just looked at me sideways. 
  "Men on TV and in movies wear make-up all the time.  They will be taking a lot of wedding pictures today and you need to look just right.  We have to make sure there's no reflection from your forehead, that your skin doesn't look oily and so on.  Just let us make you look fabulous!", Luanne explained.  "It's part of the outfit", she said, slightly lower.  The soundtrack of my humiliation was more giggles.  Concealer and foundation.  Blush, eyeshadow, eye-liner.  At the same time, I was feeling lip liner, lipstick and lip gloss going on my lips.  They didn't even try to make it look like TV make-up.  I was made up exactly the same way all the bimbo bridesmaids were, only my makeup was bigger, brighter and a little messier, as if a child had done it.  I realized everyone who saw me would naturally assume I'd done the make-up myself.  Behind me, the ladies were enveloping me in a cloud of hair spray, putting my hair in a feminine style.  The final indignity was an enormous floral headdress that was pinned into my hair.


The girls were beside themselves.  I heard nothing but squeals and everyone telling me how darling and cute I was.  I seethed inside, but outward I remained calm.  So there I was, doing the job usually done by a small child and looking like a little girl half my age.  It was humiliating.  I heard several people who didn't know me comment on how beautiful the flower girl looked.  Every time Luanne looked at me, she displayed that infuriating grin that she possessed telling me that she was enjoying my abasement like a fine wine.  But my dad had said weddings were for women, and his wish was for Luanne to have her dream wedding.  I just stared straight ahead and kept quiet so my dad could have what he wanted.  And I have to admit... A small part of me thought I might just deserve this.  It is the schoolyard rule, if you punch a guy, he gets to punch you back.  If you break someone's pen, you have to give them your pen.  And knowing that Luanne was going to be my step-mom, and I had humiliated her, it almost seemed fair that she humiliate me back in front of dad... And all his co-workers and all of his friends and Luannes friends...  Oh, this didn't mean everything was right between us.  I still thought she was a brainless bimbo manipulating my dad.  But at least it was 'fair'.  Now it was just between Luanne and I.