Don't Baby Me! - Living With It (Part 3)

I scribbled furiously in my journal.  There was no way to deny it.  Every night, mocking me with her glee, Luanne was turning me into an infant.  But it was far more than just being dressed in a diaper, a baby romper with sleeves and mittens, booties, binky and a bonnet.  That would absolutely be humiliating enough to just LOOK like a baby.  What made it truly humiliating was the way that the outfit made me ACT like an infant.  The painful booties meant I had to crawl.  The padded mittens made me awkward and unable to pick up things or manipulate things.  The diaper made me sit like an infant, pushing my legs out with the padding, and with the crinkling being a constant reminder it was there.  The binky made it so the only sound I was making was the same sucking noise of a contented baby.  And the bonnet made my world into a little window in front of me.  Losing my hearing and most of my vision meant that I would become absorbed in my own little world, oblivious to anything going on around me, just like a baby.  But, by far, the absolute worst, most humiliating part was that I had to ask Luanne to be dressed every evening.  It was the only way to prevent me from wetting the bed.  I wrote in my journal about how she seemed to enjoy making me beg.
  "Oh no, I couldn't put that outfit on you.", she'd mock protest.  "That's just too humiliating."  I'd have to play along.
  "No, please Luanne.  I'd like you to dress me in my romper and booties with a big, padded diaper." I mock begged, saying exactly what Luanne had told me to say earlier.  She'd act all reluctant as if she wasn't enjoying every aspect of this.
  "Oh no.  I could never do that to you.  That's an outfit for a baby!", she'd say, a twinkle in her eye.  "Didn't you tell me you hate being treated like a baby?"  I sighed, and went along with her charade.
  "Oh please?  Please mommy dear.  I know what I said, but no matter how completely humiliating it is, I need you to put me in my bedtime outfit." Luanne's huge grin confirmed I'd said what she wanted me to say and she motioned me to climb into bed and get ready to be dressed.  You'd think my life would be torture.  But it was actually... Kinda OK.

As strange as it sounds, Luanne and I had made some kind of ceasefire.  Well, I don't know if it was a ceasefire or a surrender on my part.  Either way, we were having more civil conversations than we'd ever had while my dad was alive, things were going well at school... Really well.  The only cost was that every night, Luanne got to lord it over me as she got me ready for bed.  It was the thing hanging over our every interaction.  If I didn't want to eat my vegetables at supper, Luanne was going to make my begging to be dressed that night particularly humiliating.  If I didn't want to do my homework, Luanne was going to put me into a romper with booties, a binky and a bonnet and as she put on every item, she'd go on and on about how humiliating it was.  If it was a weekend, when I didn't have to be at school, and I annoyed her she might 'forget' to take me out of the outfit in the morning and I'd be stuck in it most of the day.  Really, once I was dressed, I was helpless for whatever torments she wanted to visit on me.  She could tickle me until I couldn't breathe (REALLY easy considering how the baby romper wrapped so tightly around my waist and squeezed down on my shoulders) or she could lock me in a room just by closing a door.  And she had a LOOOONG memory for any slights or irritations.  If I upset her in any way, you could be certain I was going to suffer for it later.  So I started to get really good at saying "Yes, Luanne".  Just no reason to give her an excuse. 
I'm sure you're thinking that this meant it was war between us, but it was the exact opposite.  Things were the best between Luanne and I, better then they'd ever been before.  When she looked at me, she smiled instead of scowling.  It seemed all she wanted from me was for me to just do exactly everything she wanted me to and all I had to do to keep her happy was comply. 

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Things continued to be fine for a while.  I was going to school during the day. 

I should mention here... I lived for school.  I loved my classmates and my teachers.  At school, I was popular.  I was doing really well with my classes, getting great grades and all the teachers loved me.  But I was no teacher's pet.  I was cool.  Being the smallest person in my class, boy or girl, might make me an easy target for bullies.  But it was the opposite.  Being a smaller guy, the girls didn't find me intimidating. All the girls wanted to be my friend.  If anyone had tried to bully me, they would've kicked his butt.  And because I was close friends with all the hot girls, all the guys wanted to be my friend too.  I was like the center of the social circle.  Most kids hate school... I couldn't wait to get there every morning.  There was only one dark spot.  Her name was Kaylee.  She was a gorgeous girl, with amazing hair.  And she was almost exactly my height, making us the smallest ones in our class.  Well, everyone had assumed we'd be a couple, but I didn't really want to be tied down to one girl.  Not when all the girls in the class were my friends.  So I'd kinda rejected her a bit more harshly than I should have.  I regretted it, but what could I do now?  So she always seemed to be a bit upset when I was around.  But other than that, I got along with everyone. 

Then the school day would end.  I'd come home and it would be Luanne time.  She'd order me around, and I'd just do what she said.  I'd do my homework, we'd have some of Luanne's yummy cooking (I swear, her cooking was just so good I'd be craving her food around suppertime) then I'd play some video games, watch TV or do whatever until Luanne decided it was time to get dressed.  Sometimes I'd be dressed then right to bed.  But sometimes, she'd dress me right after supper and then... Strange things would happen. 

Some nights, Luanne would get it in her head to do things differently.  She would dress up in her sexiest, most bimbo outfits.  She'd wear corsets and push up bras that showed off massive cleavage.  She'd wear sky-high heels and sheer stockings, and do up her hair and makeup like she was going out to the club.  After she was all dressed up, she'd come 'play' with me.  She'd found a set of baby reins, something else she'd 'borrowed' from the hospital that happened to fit me perfectly.  Sometimes she'd strap the reins around my chest, then she'd hook the reins around something so I couldn't get up.  She might put me in a chair and put the reins around the back of the chair.  Or she might put me on the floor next to one of the round support pillars in the house, put the reins around the back... That kind of thing.  Then she'd wander off to another part of the house for an hour or more.  So boring that I'd often just fall asleep.  Other days she'd take advantage of my inability to move and find me things to suck on.  Luanne was endlessly fascinated by the fact that I couldn't stop myself from sucking on things put in my mouth.  Sometimes we'd watch TV together, and she'd just put me on the couch, my head in her lap, and stick her thumb or some fingers in my mouth.  Sometimes I'd be on the floor and she'd put her toes in my mouth.  I'd suck on them the whole show... I couldn't help it.  I was not a fan of those days.  Other times, she'd buy a box of popsicles, then make me eat them all.  I actually liked popsicles, so I didn't mind that much, but it was so annoying how she'd pull it out so I barely had my lips on the end, then she'd jam it in so it was almost completely in my mouth, tickling the back of my throat.  She just never seemed to get tired of that game.  Lollipops, candy canes, suckers... I thought she'd eventually get bored of just watching me, but she always seemed like it was the most amazing thing she'd ever seen.

Sometimes she'd put the reins on me and take me for a 'walk'... Forcing me to crawl around the house.  She'd take me all over the house, and of course in a crawling position with the bonnet, I couldn't see anything but the floor in front of me.  If I tried to sit up or sit back on my legs, Luanne would immediately yank the reins so I'd pitch forward.  If she was in a good mood, I'd get a few smacks on my well-padded diapered bottom that I could barely feel.  If not, I'd get some very painful smacks on the unprotected backs of my thighs that made me twitch in pain.  If I questioned her about these things, she'd just tell me she was getting me some exercise, or she was teaching me some discipline.  I had no idea what that meant, but I was learning to just live with it.  It's not like I had much of a choice.  I just accepted that she was weird.  What else could I do? 

Don't think that I gave up easily!  I really gave some serious thought to how I could make Luanne stop.  Oh sure, I could've tried to tell a teacher at school.  "My step-mom treats me like a baby."  I could see what would happen next.  The school would investigate.  Luanne would tell them all about how I wet the bed,  so that's why she had to dress me like an infant.  She'd probably tell them it was all my idea.  And then it would get all around the school and my friends would find out.  I wouldn't be popular, I'd be an outcast, a freak.  The thing that I cared most about, school, would be ruined!  No way!  I'd much rather just put up with Luanne's weirdness.  As strange as she was, I could handle it.  And if things had just kept like that, I think it all would've been fine.  But then one day I noticed a change, a horrible change.  Something strange was happening to my body and I was not very happy about it.

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  "Gynecomastia", Luanne said with certainty.  I just looked at her confused.  "You're growing breasts.  And very large ones, from the looks of it."  I was knocked over by the news and had to sit down.  I'd known my chest was very sensitive for a long time.  At first I thought I was growing chest muscles.  I was putting on tight shirts to show them off.  But they kept growing.  Soon I could feel them moving up and down when I walked.  And with my nipples so sensitive, it was painful.  Eventually, I was panicked enough that I had to tell Luanne.  Luckily she was almost a doctor and was able to identify it right away.  She sat down next to me.  "It's not the end of the world.  I got through it."  With that she wiggled her immense chest at me.  I was not amused.  "Look, this is something that happens to boys sometimes.  Your body gets a little miswired.  Now, there's nothing much we can do now while your body is going through changes.  We'll just have to let it run it's course.  But once you finish puberty, there are many options, like surgery, to fix it."

  "So... I'm going to grow breasts?", I couldn't believe it.  Here I was, with all my friends who had long ago gone through puberty.  I was still the smallest in my class, boy or girl.  And now my body was further betraying me by doing it wrong?  By making me have boobs?!  AAAAHhhhhhrrrrggg!!
  "I'm afraid so", said Luanne, sounding sympathetic but I could detect a note of amusement in her tone.  She thought this was funny.
  "But... But... I don't want to look like a girl." I wailed.  Luanne didn't look impressed.  
  "I'll have you know half the human population 'looks like a girl' and does just fine.", she lectured.  Her maddening grin returned.  "Besides, I seem to remember you had some very strong opinions on what breasts said about a person."  She flicked back her platinum blonde hair and jiggled her cleavage at me as if to emphasize what I'd said so long ago.  "I think it might be very educational for you to have a nice pair of your own."  She continued on talking about how men needed to be more sensitive to what women dealt with.  I should mention that I'd noticed more than just my chest was changing.  I was tired a lot of the time, lately, even though Luanne was putting me to bed earlier than ever before.  I'd also noticed that I was struggling just with regular everyday items.  I used to casually sling my backpack over my shoulder with the textbooks inside.  Now, I needed two arms to lift it.  I'd had trouble opening my locker, pulling and pulling on the door, and then one of the girls in my class had seen me struggling and had just walked up and opened it no problem.  I just felt like I had no strength.  Was it because my body was confused and going through puberty wrong?  And that's when I realized that Luanne had been talking the whole time.  I should've been paying more attention to what she was saying, but I was too fixated on my situation.  "... And some training bras will help with the pain."
  "Wait, what?" I said as I came out of my reverie.
  "You're going to need some training bras.  Would you like me to get them or would you like to go shopping with me?", she asked.  

It was a dilemma.  If I went bra shopping with Luanne, I could see she'd happily take the opportunity to humiliate me in public.  But if I just asked her to get them, I knew they'd be the most humiliating bras you could buy.  I told her just to pick them up for me.  I could hide the bras under my shirt.  Not to mention just the fact I was wearing a bra was probably humiliating enough.  Who cared what it looked like.  And I just couldn't risk someone who knew me at school might happen to be at the store when we bought them.
  "No, no, that's fine.  You just pick out what's best."

Of course she did wind up coming back with exactly what I expected, the frilliest pink training bras with ribbons and bows.  At least Luanne was predictable.  But between losing weight, wearing bras, even if they were under bulky sweaters and multiple layers, and my now neck length hair, people who didn't know me were starting to assume I was a girl.  I didn't really care how I looked at home, but around my friends?  When a teacher who didn't know me referred to me as a girl, they all giggled.  When I went out with my friends, the waiters, the salespeople always called me 'miss'.  I had to stop that.  I couldn't risk looking like a girl and becoming an outcast at school.  I needed to make myself more masculine.

  "Can I at least get my hair cut?  I need my hair cut.  It's getting too long and people are thinking I look like a girl."  Luanne smiled at first, but then as she thought, she frowned. 
  "Well, I don't want you making a snap decision because of the other thing that's happening with your chest, so I'll say no.  You're liable to get a buzzcut and then you'll mope about the place upset at how short your hair is.  But how about you come with me on my next salon visit and we'll talk about haircut options when we're there."  That seemed to be my only choice, so I nodded along.  "Now, time for bed!"

By this point, Luanne had purchased an adult-sized baby changing table.  I have no idea they even made such things.  She'd arranged everything so she could put on my diaper, slide me into the romper, tie my booties, bonnet and binky on in minutes.  It had become our routine.  But there was one subtle factor at play.  When she wasn't 'playing' with me that evening, Luanne was going out almost every night, probably going out to clubs with her friends.  That meant, as she started going out earlier, my bedtime started moving forward to when she was going out.  Instead of getting dressed later in the evening before bed, now it was straight to homework, quick supper then it would be right into the romper.  Luanne would drop me in bed and then start heading out for the evening when it was still early and I was nowhere near ready for bed.  Some days I'd be lucky and she'd leave my door open.  I was able to crawl out, and turn on the TV (working the remote with my nose) and I could watch TV for a while.  It sucked because I couldn't play my video games, but it was tolerable.  And there was one bright bit of news!  Soon the bed-wetting seemed to stop.  I was waking up with a dry diaper.  I happily told Luanne and said I didn't need to use the diapers and the rest anymore.  Luanne bided caution, saying we shouldn't make changes until we were sure.  Sadly, she was right because the next morning, I woke up feeling like I had a swimming pool in my diaper, much worse than it had ever been before.  What horrible luck!  

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This went on for a couple of weeks, and finally it was summer vacation.  We had a huge party at school.  There was a lot of laughter and tears and I was so sad school was at an end.  I said tearful goodbyes for the summer to everyone, except Kaylee who merely scowled at me.  I didn't want a summer vacation, I was already looking forward to school in the fall!  More important, it was finally time for Luanne's salon visit.  My hair was getting down to neck length, and I couldn't wait to get it cut.  I was starting to get annoyed by how everyone would call me 'miss' or 'girl'.  So as we arrived at the very expensive, very exclusive 'Salon Très Féminin', I was excited to get a cut.  I was familiar with the place.  Kaylee was always bragging about going there because it was the best in the world.  Did I mention that Kaylee was super-rich?  Not as rich as I'd be when I turned 21, but rich enough to be able to be pampered at a swanky place like Salon Très Féminin.  I did not need the best... Anyone who could operate a razor would do.  I know a buzzcut sounds extreme but with my breasts growing and even my waist shrinking, I really needed something very masculine to feel like myself again.  As we waited in a special VIP waiting area, Luanne asked me what I planned to do.  I joyfully told her about my plans to get my head cut down to stubble.  She seemed very disappointed.  I thought for sure she's try to talk me out of it... She always liked taunting me about my hair length and she was always touching and playing with my hair to see how long it was getting.  But she didn't say anything.  Instead, she just told me about her plans.
  "I'm getting my hair re-dyed, my old extensions taken out and new, ultra long ones put in.  While I'm here, I think I'll get a manicure and pedicure as well.  Your father left us enough money we can have a little fun, right?"  I didn't like the talk about my fathers money, but I guess she was right.
  "You thirsty?"  Luanne asked.  "I brought some orange juice".  Here was a perfect example of how nice Luanne had become.  Before she would've never done anything for me.  But now, here she was taking me to get my hair cut as I'd asked and here she was offering me a friendly drink.  How could I refuse?  So I let Luanne know I would very much appreciate a nice cold orange juice.  But she'd become slightly distracted.
  While we were waiting, they had some pink hair salon capes neatly folded by our chairs.  Luanne grabbed one and put it on.  It made me smile, watching her struggling with the cape.  About time she was the one struggling!  Too soon, I was watching her head pop out the top and my fun watching her struggle was over.  It completely enveloped her from the neck down.  I could see her hands pop out through little holes in the side as she pulled the rest of her hair up and out of the collar.  She reached for the other one.
  "No thanks", I said.  "I'm not wearing a pink cape."  Luanne shrugged.
  "Do you see any other colour here?", she stated.  Realizing she was right, I let her put the cape over my head, and secure it at the neck.  I tried to put my arms out through the little holes, but I couldn't find them.  
  "Help?" I asked.  Luanne just shook her head, making me feel like a helpless little child.  I looked down, twisting to reach, shamed that I couldn't do it myself.  She reached under the cape, and thankfully I soon I felt my hands being threaded through the cape.  But the position of my arms was strange.  It was like they were being pulled behind me.  I tried to twist the cape around, then Luanne seemed to pull on some laces and my arms were firmly drawn together behind my back.  "No, that's not it.  I think I'm stuck on something." I complained.  "I can't get my arms out.  Help me!"  Luanne just calmly went over to her purse and picked out... A baby bottle?  Grabbing me, she sat on the hairdressers chair and pulled me back across her lap so my head was cradled in her arm.  She was holding me like a woman would hold a nursing baby!  I tried to squirm and kick to get free, but with my arms pinned behind me and her firm grip, I just wasn't strong enough to even pretend I could get free.
  "HEY!  What are you..."  Before I could complete that sentence, there was a little 'plop' as the nipple from the baby bottle went into my mouth.  I couldn't stop myself.  It was tickling the roof of my mouth.  I started to greedily suck.  I was soon rewarded with orange juice.  It didn't taste like regular orange juice, there was some other flavour I couldn't put my finger on, but it was actually pretty good.  At that point the door to the waiting room opened and one of the hairdressers stuck her head in.
  "Did I hear someone yelling?'  she asked.
  "Oh, it's just my little darling." Luanne smoothly answered.  "You know how they get grumpy when they get hungry.  Luckily I packed a bottle and that seems to have solved everything."  The hairdresser nodded, seeing what looked like a small child being given a bottle, and disappeared.  I was mad!  It certainly hadn't solved everything.  I was still stuck in this cape!  I struggled futilely.  And as soon as I finished this juice, Luanne was going to get an earful.  I was about halfway through the bottle when I heard the hairdresser say
  "You two girls are next."  Girls?  She thought I was girl?  See, this is why I needed that buzz... I needed short... Something.  Eww, I was feeling a bit woozy.  And I felt so tired.  Think... wanted to... say...  

And I fell asleep.

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I woke up in the car on the way home, feeling so groggy and with a bitter taste in my mouth.  Luanne was there, looking me over.  I had to admit, she looked fantastic.  They'd done the works on her.  Her voluminous platinum blonde hair cascaded in waves down to the middle of her back, extensions blended in immaculately.  Her makeup was flawless, with doll-like blue eyeshadow and blush.  She'd also obviously got pink nail extensions as I saw her hand holding mine.  
"Are you all right", she said.  "I'm so sorry, I think you were allergic to something in the orange juice."  So that's what happened.  What a horrible time to find that out.  Wait, did that even make sense?  I quickly took stock and I had to admit, I did feel weird.  My head hurt.  It felt like it was in a vise being squeezed.  My face felt all fuzzy and my eyelashes felt heavy.  Even my fingers felt heavy.  I looked back down at Luannes hand holding mine.  And, in my groggy state, I almost didn't notice there was something strange.  Both hands had pink nail extensions.  I wiggled my fingers... And one set of pink nail extensions wiggled.  Horrified, I tried to sit up, only to find that something yanked the back of my head.  Reaching back, I pulled forward long, platinum blonde hair!  And there was a lot of it!  It went all the way down to my waist.  Looking at Luanne in confusion, I again saw that famous grin.  But it quickly disappeared as she put on her best 'oh dear' face.
"I'm so sorry.  I thought you'd be OK when you drifted off.  I thought it would just be a quick nap and you'd be up.  But it turns out they had lost your request at the salon.  Somehow, they accidentally thought we'd ordered the 'mother-daughter' package and everything I'd wanted done, they did the same thing to you!  If only you'd been awake to tell them their mistake."  Feigning regret, Luanne handed me a compact mirror.  I'd already put it together, I didn't need confirmation.  But I looked at myself anyway.  And I found Luannes slightly smaller twin looking back.  My hair had been dyed platinum blonde, and so many extensions added that I felt the weight on my head.  My makeup was flawless, just as doll-like as Luannes with huge lash extensions that made my blinks look like butterflies taking off.  I shook my head in disbelief, feeling it move down my length of hair.




"No, no, no!  We have to go back and get this fixed!"  Luanne was amused at my discomfort, but adamant in the face of my demands.
"We will do no such thing.  We spent a lot of money.  You've started your summer holidays, so none of your classmates will see it.  We can get it all fixed up later.  But in the meantime, I've always wanted a little sister and now I've got a knockout one!  This will be so much fun!"  I was in shock.  That's the only reason I can think of that I decided to go head-to-head with her.
"And what if I don't?  What if I rip out these extensions?"  Luanne snorted.
"Good luck with that.  Those things are in as tight as your hair", she retorted.
"Ok, fine, what if I cut them off?"  With that, she seemed to take me seriously.  I was greeted with an intense stare as the car pulled over to the side of the road and rolled to a stop.  I was already thinking I had made a huge mistake.

With that, Luanne pulled out her cell phone and made a call.  As she began chatting with someone, I had time to regret having challenged Luanne.  The more I thought about it, the more it didn't seem a big deal.  As I ran my fingers through the long, blonde strands of hair, it was kind of... Sexy?  It was a little confusing.  I mean, it was an innocent mistake, right?  It's true I'd been excited to get my hair cut, but I wouldn't really be seeing my friends much during the summer as most of the kids at my private school had rich parents with houses all over the world.  So I could probably keep hidden until Luanne got tired of it.  And Luanne really did seem excited to play with a 'little sister'.  I could handle this.  Maybe playing along would help me finally get on Luannes good side?  Once we arrived back at home, I was confident we could have a nice chat, laugh over the misunderstanding, and move forward with a sense of mutual respect.  

Lost in thought, I was completely unprepared as Luanne slid on top of me in the car.  She was sitting in my lap, facing me, her legs wrapped around my arms pinning them to my side.  With her weight on me and my arms pinned, there was no way to get any leverage to get up.  I looked up at her, but she had done all this without interrupting her conversation on the phone.
  "Oh, don't worry about the uniform... Not a problem." Luanne said conversationally.  At this point, she reached into the back to get something, and as she bent over, my face was smooshed into her massive cleavage.  It was like someone holding a pillow over your face.  I couldn't breath!  I tried to move to get my face free, but between the seatbelt and Luanne's weight pinning me, I couldn't.  I squirmed and struggled, but somehow Luanne kept me pinned like I was an infant.  I wasn't the strongest boy in my class, but Luanne wasn't exactly a body builder.  She was only a bit bigger than I was, and she was a frail little bimbo!  But it was quickly clear either she was way stronger than I thought, or somehow I was much weaker than I'd thought.  I could feel myself getting light headed.  So, when Luanne found what she was looking for and leaned back, I gasped to get some air... Only to find the baby bottle quickly inserted into my open mouth!  As I unwillingly sucked down the other half of the orange juice, I could hear Luanne continue her conversation.
  "That's all right.  I think I already have something that would be perfect.  We'll be right there."  Luanne hung up the call, and looked down at me.  "You're going to get your wish!  We're going back to the salon!"
 
I wanted to protest.  I wanted to say it was OK and I'd changed my mind, I'd do whatever she wanted.  Instead, the funny tasting orange juice again took me to dreamland.