Stolen! -5- Tight Corset

The gaff was uncomfortable but the next item was worse. A simple, flesh-colored corset went around my waist and Bonnie snugged the laces tight. “Take a deep breath,” she told me, “then let it all out and suck your tummy in as much as you can.” I didn’t do it to her satisfaction the first couple of times but she nagged me until she had it on the way she wanted. 

I could only take shallow breaths, and the thing was not at all comfortable, but it had reduced my waist by two or three inches. It covered me from hips to underarms, including breast cups, which Bonnie had filled with palm-sized, squishy plastic cushions, that combined with the corset, pushed what loose flesh I had on my chest up and toward the middle. It actually looked like I had some modest cleavage.

A padded panty girdle added three or four inches to my hips and overlapped with the corset just under my waist. It didn’t add much to my discomfort, but when I saw myself in the mirror on the back of the sliding door, I made a noise, about halfway between a sniff and a groan. Between the corset, the falsies and the padded girdle, I had a definite girly shape.

I didn’t like seeing myself like that, but something made me wonder what Moose would think. Thinking about the big guy was problematical, anyway.

Bonnie was pleased. “You’ll do,” she said. She took another item from the bag, a green dress of some shiny material layered with lace. It had short sleeves and a deep-cut neckline. “Slip this on,” she said. “Careful of the lace.”

“It’s a dress,” I complained. My lip curled but what had I been expecting. It had a relentless logic.

“Uh-huh,” she murmured. “You’re going to be wearing a lot of dresses. Moose likes his girls to look feminine.” She helped me pull the garment over my head and down to settle on my new hips. The skirt was tight and almost reached my knees. “Mmm,” she commented. “How tall are you? Moose said you were about five-six?”

“I’m almost five-eight,” I said. “I don’t know how to wear a dress. Is it supposed to be this tight?”

“Uh-huh,” she said, tying the ribbons at the top of the sleeves into little bows. “That fabric isn’t very stretchy, so it’s going to feel tight.” She pulled a shoebox from the bag. “Have you ever worn heels?” she asked, opening the box.

“No,” I said with resentful emphasis. The ribbons on my shoulders made the dress seem even more girly, if possible. “I don’t know how to wear heels either.” I looked at the shoes she had produced, green sandals with a blocky heel maybe a bit over two inches. They reminded me of the shoes you see dancers wearing in movies. Girl dancers, that is. “I’ll fall and break something,” I predicted.

She laughed at me. “You won’t, and you need to get used to them, heels I mean. Moose is six-foot-seven. He’ll want you in six-inch stilettos to put you at kissing height.”

I didn’t think Moose was that tall, but probably six-four or more. But the idea of wearing heels to be convenient for him to kiss made ice form in my guts. It distracted me from the dress, at least.

She slipped the sandals on me, did up the straps and the shoes fit, reasonably well. Bonnie said Moose had told her what size I wore in men’s sneakers and she had figured out the conversion. “Cinderella, you’re not,” she made a joke. My feet weren’t so big. They weren’t dainty or anything but nothing too large for a guy.

I said as much and Bonnie snorted. “You’re not a guy, and you’d better remember that.” She made a face like someone’s habitual frown then tossed her head. I realized she was reminding me of the threat of Earl.

I couldn’t argue so I just stood up when she prodded me to. The mirror showed a tall, skinny girl with my face. I winced. “This is… this is creepy,” I complained.

Bonnie paid no attention. She pulled some other items out of the bag. “Sit down,” she ordered. I saw that what she had were pieces of cheap jewelry on cards. I sat and she draped a triple string of beads around my neck, two of fake pearls and one of alternating green and yellow beads. They went with the dress.

“Push your hair back from your ears,” she said when she had finished with the necklace, taking out some more jewelry in small boxes.

“I don’t have pierced ears,” I told her.

“Not yet,” she agreed. “That’s why these are screw-backs.” She showed them to me. Several golden hearts dangled on tiny chains from jeweled circles designed to be held onto the lobes with screw-adjustments. “Couldn’t cheap out on these,” she said. “Had to get some nice ones so they’ll stay on.”

I put my hands to my ears. “Is that going to hurt?” I asked.

She nodded. “Oh, it’s excruciating but you get used to it.” She laughed. “Get your hands out of the way, Dolly.”

Her lie about the corset came back to me. I shook my head. “Nope,” I said. “I’ve had enough of this crap.” Just then I couldn’t believe how much of it I had already put up with.

“Do you want to be spanked?” Bonnie demanded, glaring.

I glared back. I was two inches taller and probably at least ten pounds heavier, plus, I might be dressed as a girl but I still had my male muscles. I felt safe in defying her commands, she wasn’t going to be able to spank me—what a thought!—unless I cooperated. How had things gotten so crazy?

I watched her warily, in case she tried a sucker punch.

But she didn’t make a move toward violence. “Moose told you to do what I said,” she reminded me. “And if you don’t, I’ll have to tell Earl.” The one who wanted to kill me for being a witness to their theft. “And he’ll enjoy spanking you, right up until he finds out your secret,” she concluded.

That I’m a boy. Moose had talked Earl out of my murder by claiming me as his girlfriend. I felt my face turn red. It was a ridiculous situation, anyway. I put my hands down. “Moose wouldn’t let Earl hurt me, he promised.”

Bonnie seemed pleased. She had me turn my head so she could put one of the earrings on me. “Yeah, but Moose went into town, he won’t be back for hours.”

Now I was a bit scared. “He didn’t tell me he was leaving,” I muttered. I felt a real sense of betrayal and abandonment.

She shrugged. “Guys never tell their girlfriends nothing. But there were things that needed doing and I couldn’t do them, so Moose had to go.” The first earring was in place, I felt the little hearts dangle against my cheek. The screw-back pinched my lobe but it wasn’t actually painful. Bonnie had told another lie.

“Why couldn’t Earl do it?” I asked. “Whatever it was.”

“Don’t whine about it, girl,” Bonnie said, with an emphasis on the last word. “Earl did all the driving down here so Moose could play around with you here in back.” She placed the second earring, and tugged on first one then the other to be sure they were secure. “He’ll be back soon. Don’t get your knickers in a wad, girl. You’re his squeeze, so don’t worry.”

I blushed again. Moose had definitely treated me like a girl, if not exactly a squeeze or girlfriend. Or maybe he had. I blushed even deeper, remembering details, and Bonnie cackled.