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Prom Princess Three Months Karen was smiling at me. I should have realized it right then and there: if she was smiling at me, it could not be good. She had come over to drop something off from her Mom to my Mom. They have been friends for a long time, which explains why Karen and I have known each other for, well, ages. It looked like she had come over from school since she was still in her Catholic school girl uniform. Since I go to a public school, and since I loved to give her a hard time, I make a crack about it. Now, I admit, Karen is hot. She has long sandy blond hair that falls past her shoulders, with a killer petite body and face to match. She was of average height, but since even though it is our junior year in high school and I still haven't gotten my damn growth spurt, we are really close in height. So yeah, she's stunning. But our Moms kept making us hang out together while growing up, and I guess I never grew out of playing jokes on her and teasing her. I never went too far. Okay, I think I never went too far. The thing is, I just loved ticking her off!! She was the type of girl who would ignore me since I'm just a geek and not a big macho kinda guy, both at my school and at hers. Besides, I teased my younger sister, Elizabeth, also, so it wasn't as if I was just picking on Karen! This time, however, was different. She didn't react as she normally does, by rolling her eyes, or teasing me back, or getting mad and leaving. She just smiled. She looked me up and down and asked, "Chuck, mind if I talk to you?" She didn't wait for a response. She merely took me by the arm and led me out of the house. "Sure," I said, following her, "Need some help with something? Two plus two is four, you know. And the capital of Russia is Moscow." She hates it when I state the obvious. But not this time. She reached into her Gucci backpack and pulled out some papers. She handed one over to me, "Look familiar?" "Yeah, that is my English paper." It was on Voting Rights for Women. I knew nothing about that topic, nor cared. However, I got an A+ on it, and bragged to Karen about it. She actually is quite smart, and over the years we would compare grades and stuff. If I cared to admit it, she's slightly smarter than me, so I never let the chance slip to gloat. "Where did you get this? And why do you have it?" "Oh, your sister gave it to me. I couldn't figure out how you got an A+ in English, which isn't your best subject." She smiled again, and handed over another piece of paper. "It was a mystery, until I found this." Shit. How the hell did she do that? In my hands was a copy of the paper I found online and copied. Look, I needed a good grade, and don't usually cheat, but I was desperate this time. I felt bad about it, and vowed never to do it again. I had hoped no one would find out, but who would have thought anyone would, let alone her! She goes to a different school, so why would she even care? This was not good, and it must have shown on my face. "Gee Chuck. What would happen if your Mom found out that you plagiarized a paper? You'd be grounded at least for a week, wouldn't you?" That was an understatement. I'd be dead. Karen didn't stop, though, "And what if your teacher saw a copy of this? Hmmm... you'd probably get expelled, and never get into college. You've not been good, have you?" She smiled prettily at me. This was not going well. "Okay okay, you got me. What do you want?" I was trying to think fast, "You can't tell anyone! I'll even pay you." No, not good at all. She laughed. "No no no, Chuck. I don't want money." She stared me right in the eye, "But you will pay, starting now. If you don't want anyone finding copies of your paper and what I found on the Internet, you'll do exactly as I say. Understand?" Copies? Figures. She was too smart for my own good. "Sure, anything." She shook her head, "I don't think you understand, but you will, and soon. First things first. From now on, you will call me Miss Karen whenever we are alone together, like we are now. And I want you to swear that you will do anything I tell you to do, no matter what." "You must be kidding." She just glared at me, "No, I'm not. I am not very patient at the moment." She made to turn away. "Time to go online." "Okay, okay!! I swear that I will do whatever you tell me to do." She looked at me again, and motioned with her hand, so I added, "Miss Karen." This sucked. "Good, very good. Now, let's lay the ground rules down. In addition to calling me Miss Karen, you will be nice to your sister from now on. If I hear you've done anything to make her upset or sad, then I'll let her in on our little secret and let her order you around too. Got it?" I nodded. "When I ask you a question, you answer me verbally, adding 'Miss Karen'. Try again." "Yes, Miss Karen." "Excellent. See, you can learn!" She ruffled my hair, and I couldn't do anything to stop her. "From now on you will meet me after school every day. I know your school gets out earlier, so you will just have to wait. You'll be carrying my books home, and it will give us time together every day so I can help you get ready." I blinked, "Get ready for what?" She smiled again. I've never seen her smile this much, "This is the best part. You see, I'm tired of how much you tease me, especially about how I dress and the things I do. You are worse to me than to your sister, but I think you have a bad attitude about women in general. I realize there is no male influence in your family, but that doesn't excuse it. So, I've decided to help you. Therefore, you are going to go to my Junior prom with me as a my date!" "Your date? Really?" Wow... that would actually be nice! "Okay, I can do that, and I'll be the perfect gentleman. Who knows, that might actually be fun!" I never expected to go to my Prom, let alone anyone else's. And with Karen? Wow, maybe she likes me or something! She giggled. Yes, she actually giggled, "I knew you didn't understand." "I'm not your date?" "Oh, yes, you are my date, but you won't be going as a guy. You're going to be going as my girlfriend." What the hell? "No, no way. You must be joking." She smirked at me, "Trust me, I never joke. You are going as my girlfriend. Pretty gown, high heels, hair done... speaking of which, don't get your hair cut anymore. It is short, but in three months we can do something fun with it." This had gone far enough. "No. I won't do that. It is insane!! I'll do what you want, carry your books, do your homework, whatever. But I'm not going to be a girl." Shrugging, she turned towards the house, "Mrs. Rosenberg! Can I see you for a minute?" I ran in front of her, "Wait, stop! Look, does it have to be this?" "Yes, it does. This is what I want. And trust me, I will turn you in unless you are a good girl." She thought for a moment, and then said, "I guess you need time to think about this. Here is your first assignment. Meet me tomorrow after school with a copy of the Seventeen Prom issue. If you are there with it, and tell me that you will be a good girl while addressing me properly, then I won't tell your Mom and your teacher." She started to walk away. My jaw was hitting the ground, "Where am I supposed to get a girl's magazine?" "At any drug store or supermarket, silly. You'll have to buy it. Although, your sister might have a copy. You could just borrow hers!" And with that, she laughed and left, while I stood there thinking that yes, her coming over was not a good thing. I was so screwed. I didn't get much sleep that night. I avoided my sister Liz. She knew something was up with me and Karen, and that I had stopped teasing her, but she didn't give me a hard time. I couldn't believe it. How could I have been so stupid to cheat? And Karen actually figured it out!! I guess it isn't hard if you knew what to look for. And you were very smart. And petty. And vindictive. The Prom? As a girl?? She was insane! Well, if she wanted to humiliate me, she figured out the perfect way. I was very sensitive about my slight build and such. Why did she have to pick this? I couldn't really concentrate in school the next day. Some of friends asked what was up but I blew them off. I had pretty much made up my mind that Karen had me, and with my promise and her threat, I'd end up doing anything she wanted. I just hope it didn't include stupid things like watching the Gilmore Girls. After school, on the way to her school, I stopped by a drug store for the magazine. I went quickly, just in case anyone from school showed up. This sucked. I found the magazine section, and there looked like there were dozens of girl's and women's magazines, all talking about boys and clothes and makeup. Blech. What a waste of time. I had to thumb through the stacks to find the prom stuff, but I did: Seventeen Prom. There were other magazines about the Prom, at least two of them, but I'm sure I got the right one. The girl at the counter couldn't hold back a comment, "Oooh, all excited about your prom this year, dear?" I just muttered something about getting it for my sister and left, stuffing it into my backpack. I read a sci-fi book while waiting for Karen to get out of class. I looked out of place waiting in front of the girl's side of the catholic school, but I wasn't the only one there at least. Karen was beaming when she saw me. "So, what have you decided?" I swallowed, knowing what she wanted. "I'd be ... honored to go to the prom with you, Miss Karen." I handed her the magazine. She didn't take it. Instead, she grinned, and clapped her hands together, "And?" I cringed a bit, "And I would love to go as your girlfriend." I felt defeated. I was going to feel that way a lot. I also felt like a fool holding the bright pastel magazine in my hands as we talked. She hugged me, "Good girl, Linda! This is going to be tons of fun, for me at least." She handed me her book bag and started walking. I slipped the small girl's bag over one shoulder and caught up to her. "Who's Linda?" "You are! I can't go around calling you with a silly boy's name, can I?" "But..." "No buts. I want you to say 'My name is Linda, and I want to be a pretty prom princess'." My mouth hung open. She had to be kidding. As if reading my mind, she continued talking. "Linda, I'm not kidding. Don't make me tell you twice. Everything I say is an order: everything. You don't obey right away, you get punished. If you are a good girl, you get rewarded." She handed me her red shoulder purse, "Now, because you didn't obey me, you get to carry my purse too." As I took it she slipped the strap over my shoulder, "There, that is a good color for you. Now, repeat what I said, or we'll just have to buy you a purse of your own to carry." What else could I do? "My name is ...Linda. I want to be a pretty prom princess." "Again." I swallowed, "My name is Linda and I want to be a pretty prom princess." The line was bad enough, but carrying a purse just made it that much worse. "You don't sound like you mean it. I want you excited about this!" I so wanted to get back at her. "My name is Linda and I want to be a pretty prom princess!!" She laughed, "Not bad, Linda, not bad. I don't think you mean it though. Okay, two more assignments. I want you to find a nice feminine notebook and a pink girly pen, and write out what you just said 50 times. You'll be judged on penmanship. And you'd better make sure you get a very pretty notebook and pen: you don't want to find out what will happen if I'm disappointed. Second, I want you to go through the magazine and pick out three gowns that you like and tell me why. Ooh, one more thing, read over prom planner. You'll see it easily in the mag. Understand?" I nodded, this was getting worse, "Yes, Miss Karen." "Sounds like fun, doesn't it, Linda??" "Yes, it does, Miss Karen." "Don't worry, Linda. You'll get more excited when we go shopping and try on gowns. All girls love that!" Sure, girls do, not boys. It still hadn't sunk in that I'd be trying on gowns, in public, but it was starting too. She took her purse and book bag and went up to her door, "I want to see this after school, so you'd better start on your homework now!" I quickly went to a different store to find a notebook. The pen was easy, lots of girly colors around. The notebook was harder. Yes, there were teen girl notebooks, but there was too much too choose from. Puppies, kittens, or plain pink. I felt like an idiot standing there looking at notebooks, so I picked the pink one with "cute" red hearts all over it. If this wasn't good enough, I didn't know what was. At least the girl at the checkout counter didn't give me a problem. Have you ever written the same thing fifty times in a row? Over and over: My name is Linda and I want to be a pretty prom princess! All in pink in a book filled with hearts. It was driving me crazy. And that night, all I could think about was that my name was Linda. The next day I met up with Karen after school as ordered. While waiting I flipped through the magazine. It had tons of gowns in it, and also accessories, quizzes, and information about boys. I hid it in one of my books so that no one would see the cover. How was I supposed to pick out three gowns? Screw this. I randomly picked three and dog-eared the pages. I continued flipping through the magazine and found the prom planner. She couldn't be serious! We'd have to start shopping for a gown now. It talked about getting hair done at a salon, buying lingerie, and practicing walking in heels. I had to get out of this. When I saw Karen, I pleaded with her. "Please, Miss Karen. I really am sorry for what I did all those years. I was wrong. Honest, I'll never do anything like that again, to you, my sister, or anyone. Please, can we just drop the prom thing?" She handed over her books and purse again. Some girls laughed when they saw me carrying it. "That is still a good color on you!" Karen said, "and no, Linda. You are going to the prom. You have been a bad girl. I am glad you are apologizing. That shows that you can improve, but trust me, this transformation is for your own good." "But why? Why do you want to do this, Miss Karen?" She stopped walking and looked at me, right in my eyes. "For many reasons. Aside from the fun revenge part, which will make me very happy, the main one is because I can. I want to do this. I want to see if I can make you want to be a girl. I'll accept you pretending to want to be my girly girl, but I do wonder how much I can control your habits and desires. Consider it ... an experiment. Just think, by the time of your prom, you might really want to be a prom princess. I figure if I punish you when you are a bad girl and reward you when you are good, I can make you do anything. And thanks to your cheating, I have the perfect opportunity." I was a lab rat in an experiment. There was no way out for me, either. As we walked to her home I showed her the notebook. "Oh, Linda, I love the hearts! You did very well!" I rolled my eyes. "Now now, be good. Say 'Thank you, Miss Karen'. Do that whenever I compliment you." What choice did I have? "Thank you, Miss Karen." She didn't like the pen though. I could use it, but she wanted me to have one that was more girly. "More girly? How?" "That's easy, Linda. Find one with hearts or flowers on it, or, oh, I know! With a big fuzzy pouffy top on it! Yes, that is what you should get. Understand?" "Yes, Miss Karen." I wanted to just run away. As we walked, she told me how I should hold the purse, with my hand on the strap up by my shoulder, or holding it at the bag, with my elbow at my side. Karen teased me some more. "Just think of it as you going to finishing school!" When we got to her house we went straight to her room. It was nice, tasteful. Sure, feminine, but not ultra girly or anything like that. I never imagined I'd be in her room. Actually, I never imagined being in her room with a prom magazine open on my lap, knees together as instructed, and talking about what I'd need to do to be a prom princess. I read out loud from the magazine prom planning guide, and Karen would discuss with me what we would be doing. Well, it was more like she told me what was in store, and I had to agree. "At three months," I began reading, "Start planning. Find out date of the prom. Got a boyfriend? Think about how to make your night special. No steady guy to speak of? Make a list of potential dream dates - from your crush to your lovable best guy friend." She laughed at me, "While it would be fun to have to dream about boys all the time, even I don't think I could get you to do that in only three months. We'll save that for later. Besides, I'm your date, Linda! Isn't it great that you don't have to worry about that?" "Yes, Miss Karen, it is." She motioned for me to continue. "Make a prom scrapbook. Buy a notebook and fill it with photos of dresses and hair and makeup looks you like from magazines. That way you'll start to see what kind of overall vibe you think you want for prom." Ugh. "Oooh, that is a fun idea! This is good. Now, it is about three months until the prom, so buy the scrapbook now. Again, make it pretty, and I want you to start filling it with the gowns and things you like. I'd better see something new in it every week. Got it?" I nodded. This kept getting worse and worse. "Yes, Miss Karen, thank you. Next: Try a new workout. Feeling a little less toned than what you'd like? Now is the time to get back into yoga, kickboxing, or whatever it takes to get your body in backless-dress shape. Check out your local YMCA for after-school classes, or go to page 175 for a simple workout you can do at home." Backless-dress. Great. She thought about that for a moment, and then smiled, "Yoga. That is a wonderful idea. I go every morning before school. You should join me. There aren't any men in class, but that shouldn't bother you, you being one of the girls. This is perfect! We'll workout together, and then you can carry my books to school too! Write that down in your notebook. Okay, what is next?" This was going way too fast. She wasn't even giving me time to argue. "Hit the stores. Many stores start getting their prom dresses in December, so organize a shopping trip ASAP with your friends - you'll want to stop by the shops before everyone else in your school cleans out all the stock." I winced. She giggled, "Oh come on Linda, this will be one of the most fun things we do, trying on dresses all over town!! Definitely add that. What else?" My knees were cramping and I spread my legs a bit. She noticed it and pushed them back together. I continued, "Create a budget. While you're checking out dresses and shoes, pay attention to price ranges so you'll know what you're doing when you work on the budget form. Talk to your parents about how much they are going to contribute and how much you'll be responsible for. Write it all down on the form." "Right. Well, you will buy what I tell you to buy, but you should fill out that form anyway. So add that too. I'll help somewhat, but if you find you don't have enough money for all you'll need, you'll have to get a job, as a waitress or maid or something." I stood up, "Karen, come on!! I can't be a waitress! You are going way too far!" She used her command voice, "Linda, sit down. Now." I recalled all she had on me, and I sat. She stared, and I put my knees together. She then went over to her vanity, "How dare you talk back to me." She took a barrette that had a pink ribbon in a bow and affixed to it and walked over to me. As she put it in my hair, she explained, "There, maybe this will remind you to be a good girl. If you don't talk back, maybe I'll remember to take it out before you leave. If not, I have plenty of makeup and some things that might fit you. Got it?" I nodded. I was terrified, this was going so fast, "Yes, Miss Karen. I'm...really sorry." "Are you?" I tried to be enthusiastic, "Yes, I really am Miss Karen." "So that means you like the barrette?" What could I say? "Yes, I love the barrette, Miss Karen, it is really pretty." "You love it enough to wear it all the way home then?" I always knew she was smart. Everything I did or said was just getting me in deeper. I was afraid of what would happen if I said no. "I would be honored to wear it home, Miss Karen. Please, may I?" She then surprised me by hugging me, "Yes, of course you can! Linda, I'm so proud of you! See, it is fun being a girl!" I couldn't help myself, I hugged her back. I was so relieved that she was happy, and I'm not kidding, it made me feel good. What was she doing to me? This positive and negative reinforcement was leaving me dizzy. "Linda, I'm so incredibly proud of you, and that it seems like you did read over this schedule, you deserve a reward. Let me think... something special. Wait, I got it!" She then did something that surprised me, and actually touched me. She took off her necklace and put it on me. It was a very delicate silver chain, long on her, and kinda long on me. On the chain was a delicate heart charm with a pretty vine pattern. She wore it everywhere. "Linda, I want you to have this, to keep. Wear it all the time, and think of how it represents that you are my girl." She hugged me again, "I will understand if during school you want to wear it close to your heart under your clothes, but otherwise, wear it out open, okay?" I nodded. I almost felt tears in my eyes. From humiliation, and from something else. She seemed to really care about me, even though she was putting me through all this. I had no idea what to think. I was also constantly aware of the barrette in my hair and the heart necklace. She had me continue with the checklist. "That's it for three months before hand. At two months, they say: Give yourself a weekly manicure. The goal is to get your nails in good condition before prom (because you can't make them grow overnight)." She had me add that, saying that we'll get polish and stuff later. "Hang out with the guys you like. Start spending some time with the guys on your wish list." Again, she would be my date, so this didn't need to be written down. But I would be sure to hang out with her a lot, for girl talk and shopping. Yay. "Plan a post-prom party. Ask your friends for post-prom party ideas. Start researching the five best ones for costs (midnight bowling, anyone?)." I looked over at her. "Hmmm. Why don't you let me plan that. Is that okay with you, Linda?" "Yes, Miss Karen, thank you." I had no idea what she would plan, but compared to going to the prom, it wouldn't matter. I was still trying to figure a way out of this, when she noticed that my knees weren't together again. She sighed at me, "Oh well, time for some lip gloss." No way!! I couldn't complain, that wasn't working, so I tried something else, "Miss Karen, I really was trying! I'm not used to sitting like a girl. I need help, please? This isn't something I can learn to do in five minutes!" I had put my knees together and looked her pleadingly. That seemed to satisfy her. She adjusted my barrette, "You are right, Linda. I'm sorry. I have an idea though." She opened her purse and took out a quarter, "Keep this between your knees. When they drift apart, you'll hear it fall and that will remind you to sit like a lady!" I agreed that would work, and put the coin between my knees. Several times that afternoon I heard the coin drop, but it did help. When my legs really started hurting, she let me cross my ankles and put my knees to one side, "You can switch poses, just make sure you are graceful and ladylike." I went on to read the last two month item, "Balance your budget. Check back in with your budget form. Figure out if you need to save more money or change some of your plans." She left that one up to me. One month had a lot of items: * Organize the group. Double-dating? Going with your girlfriends? Figure out who's going to help pitch in for the limo and post-prom parties. "I'll handle the limo for you, Linda, and if you don't mind, we won't double date." That was totally fine with me. * Book transportation. Divide the cost evenly and tell everyone what their share will be. "Again, not your problem!" * Buy your dress! Check with your friends to make sure no one's already bought your favorite outfit. Ask the store if they keep a registry of who bought which gown - it's the best way to avoid prom-dress drama. "I can't wait to see what dress you buy!! Your first gown - all the boys will just drool over you!" * Pick out your lingerie. Figure out what kind of bra you need for your style of dress on page 114. "Oh, yes, Linda, you will be wearing lingerie. From head to toe you are going to be all girl!" * Book salon appointments. Go over your day-of-prom checklist (page 51) to make sure you leave enough time for your manicure, pedicure, and hair appointments, as well as everything else on your list. "This goes on the list too, Linda. Stop making that face. I expect you to smile. That's better." * Choose a new perfume. Hit the stores to find the right fragrance for prom night. Spritz to see what you like and then ask for samples to take home. Keep them on your dresser and try a new one every few days. If your favorite pick is too pricey, see if one of your girlfriends wants to chip in so the two of you can share a bottle. "Fortunately, this magazine has samples, and I have lots of perfume. If you don't like any of my stuff, we'll find you something pretty." At first I thought I'd just be wearing a gown. Now I realized she was going for the whole prom experience. Like getting my hair done and wearing perfume. She was also going to take me shopping in public. How was I going to get out of this?? "Only one thing for three weeks out: Select your accessories. Now that you've got the dress, you need to buy coordinating jewelry, purse, and heels. Check your budget first." Right: jewelry, purse, and heels. More shopping. She had me write that all down too, and tell her how much I wanted really pretty accessories. "Two weeks before: Make any major hair changes. Go ahead and get any last-minute salon services, like highlights, hair coloring, chemical straightening, or a haircut. You need to take this tress time long before the big day so you can get used to any changes or have any necessary touch-ups done." I asked her about my hair. Did she really plan on highlights? "I'm not sure yet, Linda. We'll go over hairstyles. I'm sure we can give you something pretty. Highlights might work, but maybe not. Don't worry so much about your hair, silly girl!!" We both knew I wasn't, but that didn't matter to her. "Try styling your new look. You need to practice your hairstyle if you're going to be doing it yourself for prom. Have your friends over with their blow- dryers and styling products, and set up a mini salon in your room. Take photos of the results so you can refer back later." As I wrote this down, Karen reminded me that we would have lot of photos to go over. "Go to see the florist. Bring your date so you can place orders for a coordinating corsage and boutonniere. Ask the shop what time you can pick them up on the day of the prom (or maybe they'll deliver, find out)." I had to write that one too. "Don't worry, Linda, you will have the prettiest flowers. Trust me." At seven days before, there was only one thing, but it was big. I dropped my quarter as I read it and had to fix my knees. "Get waxing done. This is the time to do facials, waxes, and mustache bleaches - it'll give your skin a chance to relax before the big day." I wrote it down without her prompting, and she just smiled. A leg wax. Oh no. I probably will have to get my armpits done too! "Six days: a final fitting. Pick up your dress if it was altered, and try on your whole outfit. Make sure everything fits." I was pretty much writing everything down on my list. This was getting huge. "Linda, I can't wait to see you all decked out. You'll be just like a princess! Oooh, I love the next one." I read out loud. "Practice walking in heels. This week, whenever you're at home, wear your high heels - with socks. It'll break in your shoes before prom night, stretching them and roughing up slippery soles." She laughed, and told me that my sister would be sure to give me pointers for walking in heels. I cringed, and was determined that Lizzie never would discover this. "Three days before: Figure out photo ops. Do you want Mom to take 'getting dressed' shots? Want the photos in black-and-white? Find out if your date's parents want to take photos too." She said there would be lots of photos, but she'd leave it up to me to see if my Mom wanted picks. To myself I vowed that my Mom was never going to find out about this! This next one floored me. "Two days before: Prepare your tote bag. Pack your extra stuff, including your after-party outfit. You'll throw it in the trunk on prom night. A packing list is on page 86." I had to know what was on that list. She happily had me flip through the magazine to page 86, and had me write everything down. The list was insane, and she insisted I'd have everything from that: pain relievers, tampons, toothpaste, mints, deodorant, hairspray, spare cash, extra film, your favorite fragrance, face-cleansing wipes, a bottle of water, CDs for the limo ride, a change of panties and bra (if you need different lingerie for your post-prom outfit), flip-flops (in case you need a break from your heels), and post-prom jeans and top. She wasn't sure if I'd be wearing jeans, we'd have to see. But yes, feminine deodorant, and yes, I'll have a tampon in my trunk and in my purse. I was still confused, and asked, "I'll need more than the prom outfit, Miss Karen?" "Of course you will silly! You'll need an outfit for after prom, and also for when we go to salons and stuff. You need to get used to your gown, and wearing skirts and dresses will help. These are going to be a fun three months, Linda!!" A very long three months. The last thing for two days before was: "Confirm the pickup time. Coordinate with your date. Confirm your reservation with the limo company." Like Karen would let me forget. Karen loved the day before tasks. "Reserve the bathroom. Tell your family you need full access for two hours before pickup," "Double-check the meeting time. Make sure your date is still planning to be on schedule," and "Count your cash. You need enough for the limo and dinner (refer to your budget)." She grinned, "I wonder what your mom and sister will think when you reserve the bathroom! Hmmm, let's see, the night before you just relax at home in your high heels with the girls... that will be fun, and then go to bed early. We'll review the day of activities later." She touched the barrette in my hair, "Now, what gowns did you pick out?" I showed her three of the random ones. She asked me questions like "Why did you pick that color" and "How does that style flatter your body?" That sort of thing. I didn't answer well, and it was obvious that I didn't think about it. She wasn't happy. "Linda, I'm very disappointed in you, so of course that means another assignment. I want you to write in your notebook this mantra: I will be a good girl by always obeying Miss Karen and always agreeing with her." I looked at her with an open mouth. She continued, "Write that in your notebook fifty times. I think that will help you obey me faster. Okay, go home young lady. You have your assignments, and I'll see you tomorrow at yoga. Wear something loose! We'll do the dresses later after we've hit the stores!" She pushed me out the door, still wearing her barrette and her locket. I put the locket under my shirt and hurried home. I don't think anyone noticed me wearing the barrette. I was terrified to take it off until just before I walked in the door. I felt like she would find out somehow. That night I wrote out the mantra, reinforcing that I'd be a good girl and always obey Karen. She was driving me insane. I didn't sleep well that night. I dreamed about prom gowns. Early the next day I met her at her place getting ready for the workout. She looked me up and down and smiled, "All black, huh?" I was wearing black sweatpants and a black t-shirt. "Well have to fix that." She pulled out my locket so it was outside my shirt, and handed me her purse. "Leave your books and clothes here. We'll come back, shower, and get ready for school. I have a surprise for you!" Lamely I followed her. The classes were free for students as it was part of some fitness program, but Karen made me sign up using Linda as my first name. The teacher thought that was funny, and she asked if that was really my name. I shook my head no but Karen cut me off, "That isn't his real name, but Linda said she wants to be one of the girls." She looked at me and I nodded, crushed. Karen smiled and asked the instructor, "That's okay, isn't it?" "Sure! We haven't had any guys here lately, so maybe that will make it easier. Linda, I'm Becky. Don't hesitate to talk to me if you have any problems." I was the star of the yoga class. I could barely do the basic poses, let alone anything more advanced. I tried hard, and the girl's cheered me on, calling me Linda all the time and giving me tips. They made sure I felt like one of the girls. One of them commented on my clothes, saying I was a bit boyish. Karen let her know that she'd be taking care of that and of course they had to give lots of suggestions for clothing and accessories. They all adored my cute heart necklace, and asked where I got it and if I wanted to borrow any of their jewelry. I'm starting to really hate women. Class couldn't end fast enough for me. Back at her home we showered, separately (unfortunately), but as I was about to put on my shirt she handed me some deodorant, "I got this for you! Do you like it?" I knew what answer she expected. I grimaced when I looked at it: Secret Sparkle Violet Dazzle. She is going to have me wear girl's deodorant and smell pretty. "Thank you, Miss Karen! This is a wonderful gift!" What else could I say? If I sounded upset, she would probably have me do something worse, like wear lipstick or some such nonsense. She watched me carefully as I put it on. I hoped no one would notice the smell. I could easily smell it, but I figured, and was right, that its flowery scent would dissipate quickly. We finished dressing (and fortunately she took back her barrette) and headed off to school, with my heart locket on under my shirt. The next few days went by quickly, way too quickly. She added these mantras, which I had to write fifty times each: * I will sit up straight, knees together, hold my head high, and cross my ankles like a proper young lady. * To get a girlish figure, instead of snacking, I will drink water. * I enjoy being a pretty girl! I wrote them all out. I also had to write out the other mantras, and she would quiz me on them. Her assignments were affecting me. I found myself really drinking more water and snacking less. I also was getting better at sitting properly, and Karen would comment on it gleefully. I was beginning to worry that I'd sit like a girl automatically, even around my family! I was hoping that she would just enjoy what was happening, and not really do the prom thing, but the events on Friday after school ruined my hopes. Instead of going home we walked to the mall. She had me pull out my locket and hold her purse and books, as usual. As we walked she quizzed me. "Linda, hand me your note book, and please recite your mantras to me by heart." I handed it over and did the best I could. "Yes, Miss Karen. Um...I enjoy being a pretty girl." That was the last one I wrote. "My name is Linda. I....want to be a pretty prom princess." "Don't whisper girl, speak louder!" I continued, getting more embarrassed, but if I had known what was coming, I would have realized this was nothing. "I will be a good girl and always obey Miss Karen. I will sit up straight like a proper young lady. And, instead of snacking, I will drink water." She nodded, "Not bad, Linda, but not perfect. I expect perfection from you. I don't want any hesitation. You should speak them clearly and happily, or I'll start to think you don't want to be a girl and add more assignments." We were walking inside the mall now. "So, you need to be punished. First, though, your assignment is this: over the weekend, be sure to memorize these first four mantras. I expect them to be perfect. Got it?" I did. "Yes, Miss Karen. I understand." I'm being stupid and really need to take this seriously. Especially since we entered the Victoria's Secret store. "Um... Miss Karen, why are we going here?" She smiled at me as we walked over to look at lingerie, "Sweetie, you can't wear a gown without proper foundation garments. And because you didn't know your mantras, I decided that you need more feminine reminders of your new status. So, instead of just getting one pair, I'm going to make sure you have enough for a week at a time! Unless you want to buy more of course." Speechless and a bit numb, I watched as she looked over various types of bras. She held them up in front of my chest in full view of the store! It was pretty empty, but one of the salesgirls noticed and came over. "Can I help you?" she asked Karen. "Yes, my friend Linda here needs some new bras and panties. Her old stuff is too, well, boyish. Can you help?" I could have died. The salesgirl started laughing, "You are kidding, right?" Her eyes took in my pretty heart locket and the purse I was wearing. Karen motioned me to answer. I lowered my head and said, "Yes, she's right. I would like some....underwear, please." The salesgirl smiled and shrugged, "Hey, a sale is a sale. My name is Mandy. Do you know what size bra and panty you wear?" Yeah, right. I shook my head no. "Well, put down your ... purse, um, Linda, and let me measure you." All the other sales girls were watching as I held up my arms and she took the tape measure around my chest in several places, and around my waist and hips. "Well, you aren't well endowed, but a B cup should work. And you are a medium." She told me my exact bra size, "Every girl should know this, so don't forget!" They both started holding up bras and panties in front of my body, and eventually had me hold them myself so they could look. Other salesgirls started giving advice. Karen decided my first bras should be simple, so they settled on something called Body by Victoria. It looked silky, and fortunately didn't have lace, but it was lingerie! Mandy handed me a set in pink and pushed me to the changing room, "Let's see how this fits, Linda." "Karen...Miss Karen, please? Can't we just buy them and go??" I was pleading. "Linda, I know you are desperate to purchase your new lingerie, but honestly, you have to try it on." She saw me hesitate. "You know, there are other styles we can get, lacier ones, and a few low rise g-string panties," she pointed. I went. I tried to change quickly. The faster this was over, the faster, well, I guess more would happen. But at least I'd be out of this store. The panties were sort of normal. I learned later they were high cut style, and they fit me. I saw myself in the mirror and hated how I looked. Worse, I was getting aroused. The feel of the silk, the overload of embarrassment and what was going on was just getting to me, and I was getting hard. That just made it even worse, and I tried to will it to stop, but that just made me get harder. Why is it that when I want to be hard I'm not, but when I don't want to be I am? Then I tried the bra. For the life of me I couldn't get it on. Mandy must have been getting bored, been prompted by Karen, or both, because she just barged right in. "Oh Linda, do you need help?" she giggled. She whispered in a conspiriatory fashion, "All girls have problems with their first bra. Don't worry, honey! With practice you'll be fine." With that, she threaded my arms through the straps, turned me around, and hooked the back. She looked at my image in the mirror, "Hey, that isn't too bad! With the right dress, you'll make quite an impact!" She was staring at my crotch and not hiding her glee. She could tell I was aroused and she seemed to like the control. Then before I knew it she pulled me outside where Karen and the remaining salesgirls were watching. Dejected, I followed their instructions, walking back and forth, moving my arms, modeling. They fussed over my bra, adjusting the straps and making comments. While standing there they brought out four other colors. Mandy explained, "You are wearing pink romance. These others that your girlfriend picked for you are whisper pink, ivory, black (every girl needs a sexy black bra!), and french navy." Before I could change, I discovered that they also picked out a pink racerback sports bra ("I hear you do Yoga, Linda!") and a pink lace pushup bra with matching panty. They insisted that I model them too. I was sent back in to put on my clothes, but I wasn't allowed to change. My underwear was missing, too. I checked the mirror. If you knew to look, you could probably see the bra. Victoria's Secret was having a huge sale on this stuff, but it still cost me a small fortune. I don't know how girls can pay so much for such skimpy things. Karen made sure there were matching high cut panties to go with each bra. The salesgirls kept touching my shirt, feeling the bra straps, and asking how much I loved my new lingerie. I had to tell them over and over how much I did. They complimented me on my selections, and complemented Karen on her taste too, and then Mandy added, "I added something to your purchases. On the house. I hope you like it!" She handed me one of those bright pink boxes from the store. I opened it and looked through the tissue paper and pulled it out. I could have cried I was so humiliated. As I held it up, Karen happily said, "A nightgown! What a wonderful gift!" It was one of their Canterbury nightgowns. Mandy explained, "It is in an airy woven cotton. Look at the delicate details with just a touch of lace. The hem will reach to your ankles, and the straps will show off your pretty shoulders and arms! And see, I got it in tinted blooms. Promise me you'll wear it to bed every night?" With Karen's insistence, I did. "Yes, of course, thank you." I had no intension of obeying that. She doesn't control me at home! We finally left. Mandy told me to come back for more lingerie after I got my prom gown. Dammit! Did Karen have to tell her everything! I almost tripped on my feet when I heard that. As we walked through the mall, with me holding the bright pink packages and her purse, she gave an assignment to write about my purchases, describing them, and how much I loved them. As I was terrified of getting more punishments, I went a bit overboard. It didn't help that while window shopping she threatened to get me causal dresses in addition to the prom gown. So, this is what I wrote: Miss Karen, thank you so much for helping me buy my first set of bras and panties!! The main five bras I have are unlined full coverage bras. They are made of soft, high-tech microfiber, and claim to "support shape and comfort in one bra that's seamlessly sexy." They have underwire support to keep my curves in place. The wide, soft straps will pamper my shoulders, and it has a deep u-back with black closure. I love all the colors, but the two pink ones are my favorite. The matching panties are high cut briefs, and I love how both the bra and panty feel on my body. I'm such a lucky girl! However, my favorite bra is the smooth lace pushup bra in promenade pink! It is from the very sexy lingerie collection. It has the beauty of lace, but it is lined so that it doesn't show through, and has a back closure. I love how the pushup cups give me a bit of cleavage. I hope I can wear this with my new prom gown! She kept the handwritten essay, which had my signature, with her. Now she had yet another thing to blackmail me with. On the way out of the mall we passed in front of Prom and Bridal store. "Linda, this is where we will first go shopping tomorrow. Mark my words. If you aren't a good, excited and happy girl tomorrow, I will have you model actual bridal gowns and call your mother and sister here to see you. Understand?" Bridal gowns? She was thinking of dressing me up as a bride, too? I understood completely. She could do anything she wanted, and I really had no choice, "Yes, Miss Karen. I really can't wait to try on my gown!" Karen beamed, "Good girl, Linda. That is exactly what I thought." She let me go home after dropping her stuff of at her place. She didn't let me switch bags or remove my undergarments, so I had to sneak home. Mom wasn't there yet, and the place looked empty, but as I was running upstairs I saw my sister coming out of the kitchen. I dashed faster. "Chuck," she yelled and ran after me. "What are those bags?" She chased me up the stairs to me room, "And what is wrong with your shirt?" I got to my room and slammed the door in her face. She wanted to know what the colorful bags were for. I lost it, "Lizzie, stop banging on my fucking door you little idiot!" She pounded even harder while I threw the bags in my closet and, after almost ripping off my shirt, struggling with the damn bra. I started to curse at her and threaten her unless she left me the hell alone. I really lost it. She gave up and went away. I finally got the damn bra off. I took the lingerie and hid it in the back of my closet. I stuffed the bags there too, and would throw them away later. I also put the nightgown back there. There was no way I was wearing that! While doing all this I was dreading tomorrow. I was actually going to wear a prom gown! A weeks worth of Karen's mantras were constantly haunting my mind. I kept hearing myself say that I wanted to be a pretty prom princess and all that. As long as I couldn't think of anything else, I opened my notebook and started to memorize the mantras. I didn't want to fail a quiz again. Liz knocked on my door again, more gently but insistent. I wasn't in the mood. I really hated girls now. "Go away, twerp!" "There is someone on the phone who wants to talk to you!" I didn't hear the phone ring. "Who?" She sounded really happy, almost triumphant. "I think you'd better open your door and take this phone call....Linda." Shit. Damn it. I opened the door. The brat just walked right in, tossed me the phone and started rooting around my room. I talked in the phone, "Hello?" "Linda, you've been a very bad girl, haven't you???" I gulped. I'd have nowhere to get away from this nightmare now. "Yes, Miss Karen." I spoke in a normal voice in front of my sister. It was obvious that Liz knew everything. "Don't you think you should apologize?" "I'm sorry, Miss Karen." "Not to me, you silly girl! To your sister!" I turned to Liz, "I'm very sorry, Lizzie, for yelling at you and cursing at you." She smirked, "Oh, I know you are. But don't worry big brother, I think things will be different from now on." Karen continued on the phone, "Elizabeth knows everything. Unless it goes against one of my orders, Linda, you are to obey her, and do everything she tells you to do, understand?" "Yes, Miss Karen." "Prove it. Let me hear you tell your sister, properly now, that you will obey her." Liz was beaming at me, waiting. I lowered the phone and with pain I said, "I'm sorry, Miss Elizabeth, for the way I've treated you. Please let me know what I can do to make it up to you. I will be a good girl and do what ever you say." I put my phone back up to my ear and heard Karen's approval. She had me hand the phone to Liz. "Hi!! Yes, I'm very happy! No, he isn't wearing his bra. And I don't see any of it. No, I don't see his nightgown." She looked at me, "Linda, where is all your stuff?" I went to closet and pulled it out. Liz continued on the phone, "Yes, there it is. He, I mean, she has everything. Oh yes, she'll be wearing her nightgown tonight, don't worry!! Ha ha!! Can I punish her too? Thanks! You're the best, Karen. I can't wait until your prom!! Bye bye!!" Liz began to lay down the law. I was no longer allowed to call her my little sister anymore. She gloated how her growth spurt meant she was only a hair shorter than me, so big and little didn't matter. From now on we'd just be sisters, sharing everything, like clothes and makeup and stuff. "And from now on you are doing all my chores! I don't care what Mom thinks or if she gets confused that you are being nice to me, Linda. That is your problem." She made me put on my bra and stand there in just the bra and panties. "I love your heart necklace, Linda. And don't worry, I'll check each night that you wear your pretty little nightgown, and that you use your Secret deodorant in the morning. It is strong enough for a man, right?" "Yes, Miss Elizabeth." She had me call her that over and over again. "I still can't believe you cheated on your paper, but I am so glad you did! Now, let's review your mantras." "Miss Elizabeth, please let me put my clothes back on!" I was now begging my sister. A new low for me. She laughed, "Of course! I'm sorry. No no, not your stuff." She went out to her room and came back, "I can't have you try on a dress until after tomorrow. Karen wants that honor. But here... this is fun. One of my favorite outfits!" The top she handed me was white with huge pink and red flowers on it. The pants were white. "Please, Miss Elizabeth, don't make me do this, I'm really sorry!" She reached for the phone, "Okay okay!" Defeated. "I'll do it." She couldn't resist helping me dress, "This is from dELiAs, a girl's favorite store!" It was a halter top, with solid binding and a tie at the back and neck. "I know it doesn't cover your bra straps, but I figured you want to show it off, Linda." The white pants were too short. "They are floods, silly!" They had an odd Velcro fly and hook-and-bar closure, which was strange. It was also a bit tight in the crotch, and whenever I moved my midriff peeked out. "Hmm, I have to tell Karen to get you some shoes." She fussed with the outfit, and had me repeat to her how much I adored it, and had me beg her to let me borrow it again. "Mom won't be home until after dinner. She has a date, Linda, so it is microwave for us. You can make it! But first, here." She clipped some chain bracelets on me. "With a heart to match your necklace!" She then put some barrettes in my hair with pink ribbons streaming down. "You may be a bit too old for these, but you look so cute!!" The whole night was like that. I had to serve dinner. I had to clean up. I had to compliment her. I had to do the dishes. I had to wear a frilly apron. That night she wanted to look through my prom magazines. She was all chatty and excited while she flipped through it. I had to listen, and to make it worse, I had to paint her nails at the same time. She wanted to make sure I understood what I'd be shopping for. "You see, Linda, there are lots of different styles. If you have big hips, and you do, you want a full-skirted ball gown. That might be good for you! If your butt is too big, go for a strapless ball gown or a dress with a draping bustle. Hmmm, no, I don't think strapless is for you, sis! If you are slim, go for a sheath or A-line. That might work, but you have a boyish shape. Empire-waist gowns and corset-style tops are good if you need to flatten your stomach. Not a problem for you. If your arms are too heavy...hmmm...that could be you also, Linda, though you do have pretty arms! Anyway, go for short sleeves, off-the shoulder necklines, or see-through lace sleeves with a sweetheart neckline to show off your chest!" She had me thrust out my chest and just laughed. She pointed out some gowns from Loralie and Xcite prom. We cut some out. "We'll save these for your prom scrapbook. Be sure to show them to Karen tomorrow, and ask her if you can stop and pick up your scrap book too!!" By the end of the evening I knew more about gowns than I ever wanted to know. I was allowed to change before Mom got home (except for the panties) and that night she made me wear the nightgown and checked in on me. She gushed over it, wishing she had one so pretty! It was my first dress-like garment. I hated it, and she wouldn't let up. "I love how your hem has a little flounce in it! And it is so long and pretty, with such cute flowers!!" I didn't sleep well at all that night. I dreaded tomorrow. Liz was on me first thing in the morning. She wanted to know how much I loved sleeping in my nightgown, and was all excited about my shopping. I quickly changed into my clothes (except for the damn panties as I knew I'd be checked) and went to get breakfast. Mom was there. Liz kept asking for things from me, like juice, cereal, whatever. I had to be nice, and I was, and Mom complimented me on finally being nice to her. "Karen must be a good influence on you. Ever since you've been dating her you've been acting differently. You should have her over some time." Lizzie just laughed. I told Mom, "Thanks...but she's really busy." "Well, she's always welcome here. What are your plans?" I told her I was hanging out with Karen. Liz had to add, "They are going shopping together!" Mom thought this was wonderful, as I rarely go shopping. She even gave me money. For the next couple of hours I hid in my room trying to catch up on homework, but it was hard to concentrate. Right before I was going to leave, Lizzie barged in. "Hey, ever hear of knocking??" I was not happy with her new superior attitude. She waved it away, "I can come in anytime I want to, can't I, my dear sister?" I hung my head and nodded. "Good. Anyway, you should thank me. I'm going to help you get ready! Here." She thrust some more of her clothes at me. It was jeans and a sweater. A girl's jeans and a girl's sweater. "Here, you need your bra on if you are going gown shopping!" She made me wear my white bra and panties, and I slipped on the jeans. They looked normal, but fit funny. She noticed me looking, "Hey, don't worry, only us girls will know that they aren't boy jeans! Don't you like the slight flare at the calf though? Now put on your sweater!" It was light blue. A guy might get away with the color, but not with the three quarter sleeves and the v-neck, which, of course, made it so I couldn't hide my locket. "Miss Elizabeth, I can't go out in public like this!! And Mom will see, and then I'll be totally dead!" She gave me a girl's belt - one of those thick black ones with silver holes in it, and started to thread it. "Karen wanted you looking presentable, but not too girly. However, she said I can do what I want if you complain. Would you like some flower capris, maybe? Or some ribbons for your hair?" I told her no. She put me in front of the mirror, "See, unless you know to look, no one can see your bra! What do you think?" I didn't answer. She just shook her head and left, then came quickly back. "Hold out your wrist, Linda." She put a charm bracelet on my wrist! It not only had a silver heart, but several very feminine charms dangling from it like flowers and bows. My eyes widened at her. "Now Linda, try again. What do you think of your outfit?" She crossed her arms over her chest. "I....love it, Miss Elizabeth." I couldn't believe the things she was making me say. The charms jangled whenever I moved my wrist. "You are really kind to me. Thank you for letting me borrow your clothes and your jewelry." She hugged me, "You are welcome, Linda. What are sisters for? Oh, and the bracelet, you can keep that. Consider it a gift." She paused, waiting. "What do you say?" I tried to be enthusiastic. "Thank you!" "Hmm...clap your hands together, in front of your chest, like this. Now say it." "Thank you!" I clapped my hands girlishly. I wanted to slug her. "Fingers straight!" I kept trying, over and over. "Now bounce a bit! That's a girl!" She laughed and laughed. "When you see Karen, and she gives you her purse, be sure to clap like that. I'll be checking! Now, I'll go distract Mom and you can leave." Her distraction worked, and I ran out of the house unseen, with my bracelet jingling and my locket out for everyone to see. The jeans were tight. I couldn't move very well, and my wallet made a huge bulge in my back pocket. It didn't really fit, but I didn't care. I had to get away, even though I'd be shopping for a gown soon. I went straight to Karen's. Where else could I go? I rang her doorbell. I was way too exposed outside. I just hoped that...crud. Her Mom answered the door. "Oh, hi! Come on in, Linda." My jaw must have hit the ground. I went inside quickly. "Why... why did you ....you know?" She smiled, "My daughter and I don't keep any secrets. Cheating was very bad, Chuck. Besides, Karen has been so bored lately, and doing this to you has really cheered her up! I didn't think she'd find a date for the prom, but hey, at least with you I know she won't have to worry about some sexist guy hurting her." She ruffled my hair, "You are letting your hair grow, right?" I nodded. "She's upstairs. By the way, I love your outfit!" She wasn't going to get me out of this. At least she didn't add anything. I went up to Karen's room. "Linda!! Wow, your sister really did a great job. Do you like your outfit?" She smirked at me. What could I do? I clapped my hands girlishly, "I love my outfit, Miss Karen!!" and bounced up and down. My bracelet jangled. "I'm sure you do! Well, we have a busy day today, finding you a prom gown. But don't worry, if we don't find the perfect one today, we can always go shopping again." She handed me a black shoulder bag this time, "Hmmm, your wallet sticks out. Put it in the purse, and carry your notebook. We'll get you a purse of your own today while we shop. Oh, look inside and find a tube of lip gloss for me." I fished around for it...what do women keep in here?...and found it. Petal-pink something. I handed it to her. She slowly applied it to her lips. It made them a bit glossy. "Now your turn, Linda." I stepped back. "Oh, don't worry, it will make you feel pretty. Pucker up. Now." Yet another step she took me down towards being a girl. She applied the cream to my lips. It tasted a bit like bubble gum, and now my lips were all shiny like hers. "Okay, Linda, let's go!!" Her Mom drove us to the mall, and was amused when Karen had me recite my mantras. Thanks to Liz, I knew them perfectly, which made Karen very happy. As a reward she promised that I could wear a tiara to the prom if it went with my outfit. Great. It was even more humiliating to do it in front of her Mom, and being dressed like this in front of someone who knows me. The drive meant I avoided the embarrassment of getting there, but at the mall, it was horrid. While most people just ignored me, enough did point and say something, or whistle, which was worse. "See, Linda? Everyone thinks you are pretty! Just wait until you get your hair styled!!" I was almost relieved when we finally made it to Marshal Field's. Almost. Marshal Field's is a typical department store, on the level of Sears and JC Penney. Huge make-up area in the front, and lots of women's fashions nearby. There was a men's area, but we didn't go near that. We went straight for the gowns. Since it was the season to shop for it, they had a lot in stock. It was early, so it wasn't that crowded. That also meant that the salesgirls were kind of bored. Karen started looked at dresses and I watched. She pulled out a light purple one and held it up to me. I started to step back but she stopped me with a look. She had me hold it, with the skirt out. That was when a salesgirl appeared, and asked in a confused voice, "Can I help you?" Karen was as helpful as usual, "Yes, my friend Linda needs a gown for the prom. Can you help her?" The salesgirl looked at me, "You're a guy, aren't you?" I looked at Karen and knew what I had to say. So I turned back to the salesgirl and said, "Yes, but I do want a gown. My name is..." I couldn't help hesitating. I know I wasn't enthusiastic, but it was the best I could do. "My name is Linda." The salesgirl covered her mouth, but I could see her starting to laugh. Karen nudged me, so I continued the mantra. "And I want to be a pretty prom princess." Now she did laugh, "Nice. Princess Linda? Okay, Princess, a sale is a sale. My name is Lori. What size are you, Princess?" I told her I had no idea, but she wasn't going to let that stop her, "No problem. Here, put that gown down, let me measure you." With her tape measure, she measured my chest, waist, and hips. Lori fingered my bra straps and giggled. She called off the measurements, and made suggestions for what dress size would fit. Karen decided to be helpful and made notes in my notebook, "That way you'll know your measurements for the future." Lori continued, "But remember, ah, Linda, dress sizes vary a lot, so you really won't know if something fits unless you try it on. Unfortunately, I can't let a guy do that here, so..." Great!! Thank god! I was so relieved that I wouldn't actually be wearing one, but then Karen took her to the side. I saw her hand Lori some money and they both laughed. Lori came back to me, "Hey, I think I can make an exception in your case. I really want to see how they look, don't you, Princess?" I wanted to run, "Yes, Lori. Thank you." Lori asked Karen, "What kind of gown does she want?" "Oh, something really feminine. Like a ballgown. Nothing but the best for my Linda! Also, pastels would be good." "Of course!! Okay...let's see." She looked a bunch of gowns and pulled out a few. I was once again holding them in front of my body while they commented on how this gown brought out the color of my eyes, or how that gown would show off my bust. I was surprised at how heavy the gowns were, and was dreading putting them on. They finally picked three, without asking for my opinion, and Lori had me carry them to the changing area. Karen said she'd wait outside for me, but Lori said she'd help me change. "I wouldn't miss this for the world!" "Take of your clothes, Linda. I do love your jeans and top, perfect for a girl like you, but this is better. Good, think you aren't a big girl as that will make shopping easier." She hung up the gowns. "Lori, please, look, I'll pay you more than Karen, just don't allow me to try on stuff?" She considered, then said, "Tell you what. You get dressed right away without argument, and I won't tell her you tried to bribe me. How's that?" I had no choice but t knew what punishment would be next? I quickly took off the sweater and jeans, standing there in the bra and panties. "Ah, I have that same style. From Victoria's Secret, right?" I nodded. That was just what I needed to hear, that we wear the same style of underwear. She took the first gown, unzipped it and held it open. "Come on, girl, I don't have all day!" Like a man going to his execution, I stepped into the gown. She pulled the gown up my body and slipped a strap over my head. She turned me around and started to zip me into my satin prison. She turned me back around, "Not bad! Wow! Let's go show Karen." I had to grab the skirt since the hem reached the floor ("Heels will fix that, Linda!"). I walked out into the main part of the changing room with all the mirrors and saw myself. I almost fainted. I was wearing a light gold brocade gown. The top, which I knew from my reading, was a bodice, halter style, and therefore sleeveless. The skirt was very full, and had a tulle overlay. I rustled girlishly with every step. Karen laughed and clapped her hands. Lori started talking like a runway announcer, "This is a very glamorous and sophisticated gown. Do you see the soft floral pattern on the brocade fabric? The skirt needs a crinoline, which we sell, and that will make it extra full and pretty. He'll need, sorry! I mean, she'll need a drop waist strapless bra so these don't show." She fingere