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A New Doll By adhi I was in a constant struggle with my mother about my 8-year-old sister. She wanted me to look after her so she could do her work. She teleworked for a start-up dotcom-company and was in fact really successful in what she was doing. But she couldn't do her work properly when she had to interrupt her work every 15 minutes to watch my little sister. So she wanted me to do this job. As you can imagine, I refused to do so. It was really boring to occupy my sister and play dolls with her. I wanted to surf the Internet, to hang around with my friends and simply have fun. So every day we had the same argument: She wanted me to look after my sister and I refused. And every time I won. Mostly I simply left or locked myself up in my room. I didn't care that she was earning the money I spent and didn't support her. All this drastically changed when I turned 16. When I entered the kitchen to have breakfast I saw my mother sitting there chatting with an attractive woman I'd never seen before. She was very muscular almost like a body-builder, but still had big, firm, simply gorgeous tits. Her legs seemed to be never-ending and there was not even a hint of body fat. The whole complexion was still very feminine, somewhat near my perfect woman. My body immediately reacted: I had a raging hard-on in no time. "Oh, nice you join us!" my mom cheered. "We were just talking about you. Say hello to Cathryn." "Hi Cathryn. Very pleased to meet you." I said, still totally stricken by her body. She was simply gorgeous. "You were talking about me? Why?" I wanted to know when I got my composure back. "I'm glad you asked," mom said with a very strange look on her face. "I've decided to change some things in our life. I'm sick of arguing with you every single day about who's watching after your little sister." 'Excellent,' I thought. 'Cathryn will become my sister's nanny! She will be around the house every day!' I simmered with excitement. But then mom went on. "Since you refuse to play with your sister, you both will simply change roles. You won't have to play with your sister anymore, since she will play with you. The result is the same: I'm free to do my work." I didn't understand a word. "What the hell are you talking about?" I asked. "Be patient, and let me go on." mother said. "To be an appropriate playmate for your sister you need to be a girl. And since your sister will be in charge, you need to be younger than your sister. This is where Cathryn joins the game. She will take care of that." Now I was totally confused. "I don't understand a word. What God damn it are you talking about?" I asked somewhat concerned. I didn't get their point but somehow it didn't sound good. Then Cathryn spoke, "To say it plain and simple for you: I will turn you into a 5-year-old girl, and the transformation will start today." My mind began to race. Could they do this? No, this was impossible. But what if? Was this a ridiculous thread to make me play with my sister? No, they can definitively not do this, I decided and began to laugh out loud. "Nice try to intimidate me, but that story is just way too ridiculous!" I laughed. While I was still trying to calm down Cathryn got up and grabbed my wrists from behind. When I felt the handcuffs closing around my wrists I knew immediately that I was totally and utterly mistaken about my situation. I began to struggle and tried to get free, but to no avail. Cathryn was way too strong for me. "You can't do that to me. I don't want to be a girl! Let me go immediately!" I cried scared to death. "And another mistake by you," mom stated calmly. "Another of many, but this doesn't matter any more. Cathryn can very well do what she said she would do. She is a medical doctor and has all the necessary skills and access to all the newest drugs partly still in development to make this happen. From now on you will be a 5 year old girl." Drugs? Medical Doctor? This seemed to be real but I still couldn't really believe it. I didn't know what to do, I tried to hold my tears back, but it didn't work. I was crying! I hadn't cried in years. "Look, he's already starting to behave like a 5 year old. He's crying!" Cathryn laughed. This only made me sob more, regardless of how hard I tried to hold my tears back. I was totally devastated. "Cathryn will now take you to her place," mom said. "She has all necessary equipment over there. I'll see you again when you're a 5 year old girl." Then Cathryn led me right to her car and went off to her place. In the car I tried to convince her not to do this to me, but to no avail. "No, no, the decision is made and you are just the right specimen for this project." she stated. "You have the right height to pass as a 5 year old. The rest is simply a matter of medical arts." she smiled. She was right. I have always been quite self-conscious about my height. I was only about 1.55m tall and actually eagerly awaiting the growth spurt normally accompanying puberty. When we eventually arrived at her house, which was a huge villa in the more exclusive part of the town, she immediately brought me into the basement. She opened a door to a white-tiled room with a drain in the middle of it. Above the drain a chain was dangling from the ceiling. She led me right beneath the chain and fastened the handcuffs to the chain. To do this she had to open the handcuffs. I didn't let this chance fade away and tried to get loose from her, but she easily overpowered me. Then she pulled the chain until I stood onto my tiptoes. Thereafter she went outside and came back with a trolley with all sorts of medical looking stuff on it. "At first we should make sure you won't grow anymore. You're just big enough for a 5 year-old." she said and filled a syringe from the trolley with a clear liquid. "This is a hormone that is usually used on teens who tend to become too tall. It stops the body from producing growth hormones. Once this hormone is discovered by the body it will never produce growth hormones again. So you can imagine that it is quite permanent," she said. "PLEASE, don't do this!!!" I cried. "I don't want to be this small all my life!!!" But all pleading was fruitless and with a smile on her face she injected the contents of the syringe into my left ass cheek. I tried to stay calm, but I felt a tear running down my face. "That's one job out of the way." Cathryn stated. "Now we'll have to remove this ugly body hair of yours. Little girls have a smooth skin without this fuzz in the way." Then she put on surgical gloves and opened a jar with a foul smelling paste in it. "This is a very strong depilatory cream. Where this stuff touches the skin no hair will ever grow back," she said and began to apply it to my bare skin. It stitched and itched horribly and it felt like my skin was being cooked everywhere this hideous paste was applied. She didn't miss any part of my body. The only body hair I would have after this procedure would be the hair on my head. She even covered my crotch and butt crack with this stuff. "This stuff needs time to take full effect. Don't go away. I'll be back in about 2 hours," she said when she was finished. After she left the room, I was really uncomfortable at that time. I just wanted to scratch me virtually everywhere but I couldn't, because I was handcuffed. I couldn't hold my tears back anymore. Those 2 hours seemed to last for an eternity. But eventually I heard someone enter the room. It was Cathryn and thank god she began to rinse this hideous stuff off. When I was allowed to open my eyes again I saw the last remnants of my body hair vanish through the drain. But I didn't care. I was glad like hell that the itching stopped. "That's another job out of the way. I think it's time for you now to take a nap. You have to be fit for the surgeries starting tomorrow," she said. 'Surgery?' I thought. Now I was really getting frightened. I didn't need any surgery. To have no body hair and not to grow anymore were two things I could live with, but her mentioning of surgery really terrified me. "Please... I don't need any surgery! I'm absolutely healthy! Don't do this to me!" I pleaded with tears in my eyes and began to struggle against my bonds. Then I began to scream and call her names, but all to no avail. The only thing I got out of this was hurting my wrists. "Look, be serious...," Cathryn said. "Since your mother decided you're going to be a 5 year old girl you can't have a penis and an Adam's apple. And you'd look quite ridiculous in a girl's dress right now. This has to be dealt with, you know... You don't want to look like a boy in a girl's dress, do you?" "I don't want to be a girl!!!" I cried. I began to sob and felt tears running down my face in torrents. "Don't cut away my penis!!! I don't want to be a girl..." I begged and then lost myself in crying. "That's a thing you should have thought of a little earlier, now it's too late. The decision is made." I could hear Cathryn saying somewhere far, far away while begging, "Don't do this..." all over again. But Cathryn didn't care. I didn't feel the prick of the syringe in my butt. After that she loosened the chains and tucked me into a large crib. I didn't wake up for a long, long time. Then, when I finally was allowed to wake up again, I at first didn't know where I was. But slowly the memories came back to me. It was then when I realized that everything somehow felt wrong. My whole crotch felt strange, my throat felt sore and I was thirsty like hell. And I felt too weak to even move a finger. But I had to, I had to find out what Cathryn had done to me. I remembered Cathryn saying something about my penis and that I didn't like what she had said. So I took all my strength and tried to reach my crotch. But I couldn't! I was restrained to the bed I was lying in. I opened my eyes and was blinded by the sudden light. When my sight cleared up I could see the last drop of an infusion drip making it's way into my vein. Then I heard Cathryn say: "Good! Eventually our little princess woke up!" Then she moved into my line of sight. "You must be very thirsty." she said and brought a baby bottle with water to my lips. I greedily began to suck. "Slow down. You can have as much as you want," she said. After I finished the bottle at least two things were better: my throat wasn't sore anymore and I wasn't thirsty any more. That just left the strange feeling in my crotch. I tried to speak: "What have you..." was the only thing I could get out. Then I tried again: "What have you..." The same result. The voice that spoke sounded completely unlike mine. It was a ridiculous high-pitched girl's voice that simply couldn't be mine. "What..." I tried again. The only thing I heard again was this ridiculous voice, which seemed to be mine. I felt tears welling up. She had altered my voice, this bitch. "I want my voice back!" I yelled and began to cry. It sounded like a little brat having a tantrum, because she didn't get what she wanted. Then I felt Cathryn stroking over my forehead. "Calm down, little princess. It's done and it can't be undone..." she stated. This only made me cry harder, but after a while I managed to calm down. Then Cathryn spoke again. "Good, now I can begin to explain what was done. The first thing you already noticed: I altered your voice a little. You can't look like a girl and speak with a boy's voice. That would be ridiculous. Second I flooded your body with a special drug while you were asleep. It deteriorated your muscles. You're now as strong as a 5 year old girl should be. No more weight-lifting for you, I'd suppose." she said with a little grin on her face. "Ah, and as you may have guessed, this also can't be undone like everything I did." I began to cry again. To be as weak as a 5 year old girl... This couldn't be real! "And now let's see how your crotch has healed. I worked a little on that, too, as you may have noticed." Then she pulled back the blanket that covered me. My crotch was heavily bandaged and a catheter was coming out of the bandages. She began to unwrap the bandages. I couldn't believe what I saw when my crotch was unveiled. There was no sign of my cock or balls! They were all gone! Instead I could see 2 little labia where previously my cock had been. This couldn't be true. I would have cried harder if I could, but I was totally exhausted. "See, now you nearly are a proper girl," she said. Then she put a finger into my new vagina. I shuddered by disgust when I felt her finger inside me. "But only nearly proper." Cathryn smiled. She put another finger into my new and very unfamiliar vagina and began to feel up something. Then she found what she had searched for. "Can you feel this two little lumps?" she asked and squeezed something what was embedded into the flesh on each side of my labia. I yelped because it was a little painful. "These are your balls... They're to precious too cut off. They prevent you from growing tits. If I had cut them off you would have eventually grown tits, but you are to be permanently 5 years old and are not allowed to grow up. And five-year-old girls don't have tits." Then an evil grin came across her face. "There's only one little side effect you have to deal with: These two little thingies will make you very horny I think. The problem with this is that there is no way for you to get off. Nearly all of the apparatus for this is gone," she said while caressing my vagina all the time. Then she pushed away a fold of flesh and tiny pink knob appeared. "You see, this is what's left from the head of your penis. I molded it to be your clitoris. But I doubt there's enough sensibility left to get you off." Then she began to massage it. It felt very odd. It felt a little like masturbating, but only like teasing me to get a hard on. But there was nothing left to get hard! While she continued to massage I felt a tingling in my groin and I became horny. It doesn't take much to make a 15-year-old teenager horny, you know. She closely monitored me while fingering me. I desperately waited for the familiar pressure to shoot a huge load of cum into freedom to build up. But it never happened. I only got hornier the longer she touched me down there. Nothing else happened. Only the tingling that tells you your shot was almost there, but nothing else happened. I cried out loud in sheer frustration when she stopped. "Good!" she said satisfied when she stopped. "I think I got it right. You can't get off anymore, and, because 5-year-old girls don't cum, it's not a pity!" she smiled. I began to cry again. "This simply cannot be true!" my mind screamed. But it was. Then she gently pulled the catheter out of me. "I see the new opening of your urethra has healed well... There's only one way for you to pee left now: by sitting down, I'm afraid. And that's the only thing your new crotch is good for: peeing. It's not a place of joy anymore. I doubt that you are interested in that, but it is far to narrow for a real man's penis to enter. If it's possible at all there would be a great deal of pain involved. Besides, who wants to be together with a five-year-old girl? It would be child molesting and would have to be punished severely," she stated with an evil grin on her face. It seemed she was really and utterly enjoying to humiliate me by all means. "And as we are talking about this: I also worked on your bladder and anal muscles. I weakened them so you won't be able to hold your eliminations for very long. I don't know for exactly how long you can hold it but I'll doubt you'll ever leave the house without at least training pants. Maybe you're full time diaper dependent, but that, I'll assure you, we'll find out soon," she said. When I heard this I began to sob again. Training pants? Diapers? "I'm a 15-year-old boy God damn it! I don't need diapers or training pants!" I yelled with my new high-pitched voice, which made this statement sound quite ridiculous. "Now let's get you ready for the final steps in your transformation. I've made an appointment in a beauty salon for you. Your face and hair has to be made up. It's quite a mess right now," she said and opened my restraints. Then I literally exploded. When she freed my arms I tried to hit her hard to get out of this hell, but I was too weak before her treatments and now I was much weaker. I didn't harm her. She easily blocked my miserable try and overpowered me. "Huh? What was that? That's not an appropriate behavior for a little girl. I think I'll have to teach you a lesson about your position," she said with cold eyes and dragged me into another room. "I'm a boy! I don't want to be a girl. I don't need to wear diapers or training pants! I don't want to go to a beauty salon, you fucking bitch. I want my old life back, you fucking bitch!" I yelled. "YOU will do exactly as I told you. Little girls like you can't make decisions on their own, they need to be made by adults for them, and right now I have decided to give you a very thorough spanking," she spit back. Then she took a hair-brush from a nearby shelf and put me over her knee. When she hit my back the first time I was shocked. I have never before been spanked. It stung like hell and every hit hurt more. After three hits I was crying like a baby. "YOU ARE A 5 YEAR OLD GIRL NOW AND WILL DO WHATEVER ADULTS TELL YOU TO DO!!! IS THAT CLEAR?" she shouted. I didn't think long and cried, "YES!" I only wanted her to stop the spanking. "WHAT ARE YOU?" she asked while hitting my derriere the 15th time. "I'm a 5-year-old girl!" I sobbed. "PLEASE STOP!" After 20 hits with the brush she stopped. "Let this be a lesson to you. Don't dare to contradict me again! Every time you do you will get another spanking. And that's a promise!" she said angrily. "Now let's get you dressed up for the beauty salon," she cheered in anticipation of my humiliation. I wiped the tears from my face and waited for the things to come. I wouldn't make the mistake again to raise my voice against her. I didn't want to get another spanking. I'd learned my lesson. Then Cathryn became busy and laid out my clothing on the bed. "Let's see. I think we can give the training pants a try. If this doesn't work out we'll have to switch to diapers," she stated and took the thickly padded pink panties from the bed. She told me to step into them and pulled them up. I again felt tears welling up when I felt the humiliating piece of clothing engulf my bottom. 'Training Pants! This can't be real!' I thought but didn't dare to say a word. Then followed white ankle socks and a petticoat. To top this, next came a puff-sleeved little girl's frock all in pink with some silly embroidery on the front. After she had put me into my baby-style shoes she began to fuss around with my hair. After a while she seemed to be satisfied and said: "Now take a look at yourself in the mirror." She led me to a mirror. I couldn't believe what I saw. An image of a girl's playing doll looked back at me and every time I moved, this ridiculous figure in the mirror also moved. Cathryn didn't tell me, but she had worked on my face as well. She had rounded my features, made my nose smaller and widened my eyes. All this made my face look much more feminine, but it still was my face. I began to cry again. "Don't you like what you see? You will be far prettier when we are finished in the beauty salon," she cheered. "Now lets have a little breakfast and then get the show on the road!" Then she dragged me into the kitchen and we had breakfast. When I smelled the fresh bread I realized that I was starving. I devoured my breakfast. After Cathryn had finished cleaning up she began to ready herself for going out. Then I realized that she would make me leave the secure walls of the house where nobody could see me in my current state. "Please don't take me out. People will see me...," I gently pleaded. "Of course they will see you! You're absolutely admirable. When we are finished in the beauty salon you'll be even prettier! There's nothing to be ashamed of. And now come on. Or do I need to remind you of the spanking?" she threatened. She didn't need to say more. Whether I wanted it or not, I left the house with her in order to avoid another spanking. "We will go by car, won't we?" I asked hopefully. "No, you silly, the beauty salon is only about half a mile away. We can easily do this by foot," she answered and destroyed all my hopes. "Now take my hand, we don't want you to get lost, do we?" she said and so I took her hand like a little girl. Walking now felt somewhat strange without my penis and my balls between my legs. Technically my balls were still there, but not where they meant to be and used to be, thanks to this bitch Cathryn. I was beet red and totally ashamed of my appearance, hence I wished to vanish into thin air when other people passed by, but they didn't really notice me. I seemed to make a nearly perfect 5 year old girl. When we were right in front of the beauty salon it happened. I suddenly felt the need to pee very badly. "I need a bathroom!" I cried and pressed my hands into my crotch to avoid the inevitable. Then I began to step on the spot to hold it back. I couldn't remember having felt such an urgent need to pee ever before. Cathryn began to laugh. "And you wanted to tell me that you're not a 5 year old girl? If you could see yourself! It's a sight for the gods! Perfect!" she chuckled. Then I got a grasp of how ridiculous this had to be. "Pleeaasee!" I pleaded when it happened. I felt the pee flooding into the waiting training pants. It felt really weird with my penis gone. But the oddest of it was that I could do absolutely nothing to hold it back. I really tried hard but it didn't work. When I felt the pee running down my legs I began to cry hard. This was all so humiliating and frustrating. A few weeks ago I was a healthy 15- year-old boy and now I was standing in front of a beauty salon peeing my panties. "I think that eliminates training pants when going out. Next time you'll be in diapers," she stated still laughing. Then she led me into the beauty salon right to the reception girl. "Hi, I'm Cathryn and I have an appointment with Olga for our little princess in about 10 minutes." she told the receptionist. "I see, I think you know the way. Olga will be with you then," the girl answered. "Our princess had a little accident, I'm afraid. Her bladder control isn't what it should be." Cathryn said. I felt my face become even redder than it was from shame and humiliation while thoroughly examining my shoes. I didn't want to see the grinning face of the receptionist. I was thoroughly humiliated. "There's a changing room right next to the women's restroom, here's the key. There should also be diapers. I think you'll need lots of them." I heard the girl giggle. "How old are you?" she asked me. "Five..." I murmured. "Five years old and still in need of diapers? My 3-year-old sister can use the toilet. Ridiculous! You're not the brightest one, are you?" she laughed. Then I couldn't hold back the tears anymore. My high-pitched whimpering was heard all over the reception area. "That's not fair! It's all Cathryns fault! I don't need diapers!" I sobbed. "I think the puddle right at your feet proves otherwise. And don't blame me for your lack of control. Ive been toilet training you for 3 years now but you still didn't learn. I think we're back to full-time diapers now. This seems to be fruitless." Cathryn stated while I was still sobbing. Then she took my hand and led me to the changing room. In the changing room she ordered me to lift my frock and petticoats while she stripped off the thoroughly wet training pants. Then she took a bulky looking and loudly crackling diaper from the shelf that seemed to fit my size. "Pleease! Don't put me into diapers!" I pleaded. "Don't be silly." she answered. "We don't want you to mess up the whole beauty salon, do we? I think this little incident is proof enough that you need diapers. And that's the END OF THIS DISCUSSION! Am I clear?" she threatened. I didn't forget the spanking earlier this morning so I dutifully answered "Yes." Then she put me onto the changing table and fastened the diaper around my crotch. When she put me to my feet again I realized that the diaper was even bulkier and louder than it looked. I couldn't really get my legs together so I somehow waddled like a toddler a bit. And since Cathryn didn't have panties handy which could prevent the diapers from crackling so suspiciously, everyone near me could realize that I was in diapers. And I very much doubt that it would have fit into Cathryn's plans to prevent the diapers from crackling. When she led me out of the restroom I once again went beet red and prayed that nobody would realize my predicament. The receptionist was looking into our direction and was smiling broadly knowing my situation. This was all so humiliating. Cathryn led me into a separate room filled with all this beauty stuff like rollers, makeup and that kind of things. A big breasted but otherwise very well proportioned woman was awaiting us. If I'd still have my penis I'd have a raging hard on from seeing her. But now all I felt was deep desire and lust. As I said, it doesn't take much to get a 15 year old boy horny. "Hi Olga!" Cathryn greeted her. "Hello Cathryn! Nice to see again. Long time no see!" she answered. "Yea, I was a little busy with our little princess here. I'm here to eventually get the job finished." Cathryn told her. They were talking about me like I wasn't there. "Nice job you did there! It won't be difficult to finish her with this excellent spadework." Olga said. "Yeah, I think so... Unfortunately I overdid a little on her bladder, maybe on her anus also. We didn't find that out yet, fortunately. So she's fully diaper dependent, as far as I can tell, but you can't have anything, can you?" Cathryn said. She was talking about some spoiled toy. It was my life she destroyed, damn it! But I didn't dare to speak up. "Now get onto the chair, little princess!" she ordered. With the permanent present crackling of the bulky diapers I got into the chair. "Are you wet, my little?" Olga asked. 'Do these humiliations ever end?" I asked myself and then dutifully answered, "No." Then Cathryn jumped in: "She had an accident right in front of the beauty salon. She flooded her training pants thoroughly. It was quite a sight. Excellent performance from her side!" I felt tears welling up and wasn't able to hold back. "Look, she's crying from shame. I would be ashamed if I'd still need diapers being 5 years old," she added to my humiliation while strapping me to the chair. "Now lets get started. I'd suggest a light perm. With some make up she'll look like a perfect princess." Olga said. "I had something similar in mind. I'll leave it to your capable hands." Cathryn answered. Then she began working the rollers and perm lotion into my hair. It took ages until she was finished. Then she put a hair net onto my head to protect her work. "Now that's the first job out of the way. Now comes the face." she cheered and fetched a trolley with some odd looking instruments from the corner. "A pair of black, nice long eyelashes will look great on her, I think." she said. Then she took an strange looking plier from the trolley and carefully inserted the false lashes into them. "You see, this is quite new. These eyelashes weld themselves to the real ones permanently. No need to fuss around with them once they're attached." Olga explained. Then she carefully inserted my real eyelashes into the false ones and pressed the pliers together. When she was finished on both eyes, some very long dark fake eyelashes somehow hindered my sight. "I think we need to work on your lips a little bit." she stated. "They could be fuller." Then she took a syringe filled with a clear liquid from the trolley. "A little silicone will fix this." Then she began to squirt the stuff into my lips. With each injection I winced with my new high-pitched voice. When she was finished, my lips felt awfully full and bloated. What else could she have in mind to further humiliate me? I didn't want to know but Olga already knew her next step. "Now open your mouth and show me your tongue," she ordered. I obeyed and stuck out my tongue. She took another prepared syringe and began to prod my tonguewith it. After a short while I felt the front of my tongue stiffen. I tried to bend it like I used to but I couldn't! Furthermore I suddenly felt an urgent need for a big mess. It hit me like the need to pee in front of the beauty salon. "Pweeath... I need a bathroom fatht!" I lisped. Then Cathryn began to laugh. "Really nice!" she cheered. "Where did you learn this one?" "I worked it out some days ago. I haven't tested it on anyone yet, but it seems to work out quite fine." Olga answered. First I didn't realize what they were talking about because I was to busy holding the big mess back, but then it hit me. Not enough to have a ridiculously high-pitched voice, my partially paralyzed tongue also left me with an even more ridiculous lisp! "Pleeath, a bathroom fatht!" I cried when I suddenly felt myself peeing and messing my diapers. It felt absolutely horrendous. I couldn't do anything to hold it back, my body simply let go without asking my mind. I felt the squishy and smelly mass spread in my diapers. I felt thoroughly dirty. I couldn't even remember when I messed myself last. I couldn't stand to be in diapers. It was so humiliating, dirty and disgusting. I began to sob. "Thith ith not fair. I'm not a wittle girl! I'm a thixteen year old boy!" I yelled. "Now don't be ridiculous! I think you've just proven yourself wrong, if my nose is not mistaken," Cathryn said. "What kind of sixteen year old boy messes themselves and have such a pretty lisp?" "It'th not fair... It'th not fair... It'th all your fault..." was all I could sob while the tears were running down my cheeks in torrents. "I think you really overdid the bladder and anus a little, but still, she will be constantly reminded of her state. So there's something good in everything." Olga stated while wiping the tears from my face. "Do you want to change her before I start with the make up?" Olga asked. "No, no need for that. Our little princess would probably mess herself again before finishing the make up." Cathryn said to my sheer horror. I didn't like to be in messy diapers for this short time, and I definitely wouldn't like to be in them for some more hours. "Pweeath change me. I can't thtand thith." I said, but to no avail. "I think you'll have to. This is how it will be. Remember, all changes are permanent." she said. Then Olga went on. She fetched another trolley with some color pots and an evil looking, tapered device on it. "Some bright red would be appropriate for nice full lips, I think." she said and dipped the device into the respective color. Suddenly the device angrily buzzed to life and she began to work on my lips again. Every time she hit my lips with this device it stung a little. "You know, your mom won't have time to make you pretty every morning so we're doing this job by simply tattooing the make up onto your face." Cathryn explained "You will be really pretty, and envied... no annoying make up sessions in the morning, since, of course, this will be permanent. Maybe you'll need a session to fresh it up in ten years." Cathryn said to my sheer horror. After what seemed to be an eternity this task also was done. Then she took the rollers out of my hair and fussed around with it until she was satisfied. Finally they released me and led me to a mirror. With every step I took the big mess in my diapers moved around and made me aware of my state. I felt totally and utterly humiliated. When I took a look at myself in the mirror I didn't believe what I saw. This image in the mirror couldn't be me. A well pampered doll looked back at me. The problem was, every time I moved the image in the mirror also moved. But this couldn't be me! They made me into a living doll with full red lips, ridiculously long eyelashes and a blonde perm! I thought I didn't have any tears left, but again I began to cry and felt tears running down my face. "Why do you cry? You're so pretty now, there's no need to cry. Don't you appreciate the work Olga did?" Cathryn asked. "Thith ith not fair.. not fair... I don't want to be a wittle girl... I'm a big boy..." I sobbed. "I think the mirror proves you otherwise. This is how you look like and it's not probable that your appearance will change any soon." Cathryn said with a big smile on her face. She really seemed to enjoy humiliating me. "Say thank you to Olga for her really great job." This got better with every moment. Now I had to thank my tormentor for blemishing my face. But on the other hand I didn't want to find out what Cathryn would do if I did not comply. So I dutifully said: "Thank you Olga for making me pretty." This was utterly and totally humiliating. "I think you are ready now," Cathryn said. "Let's go home and call your mother so she can pick you up. Thank you very much for the wonderful job you did on our little princess here, Olga." "You're welcome come again." Olga answered with a big grin on her face. Then Cathryn took my hand and led me out of the torture chamber. At the reception Cathryn paid the bill. "My, my, what a pretty girl have you become!" The receptionist cheered. "But as I smell you're really not very bright. Maybe Cathryn should teach you some intense toilet training lessons." I went beet red again fully aware of the mess in my diapers. "It'th all Cathryn'th fault. She made me into thith ridiculouth doll!" I cried. "Sh, sh... Is our little princess getting a tantrum? I hope not, I don't want to spank you twice in one day." Cathryn threatened and then she turned over to the receptionist. "Keep the change. And you're right, she's really not very bright. I don't know what to do with her." "Thank you, and have a nice day!" the receptionist answered. On leaving the building Cathryn turned into the opposite direction. "Thith ith not the way home...." I howled. "I need to be chwanged..." I couldn't believe what I was saying, but I desperately wanted to get out of this dirty diaper. "Yes, but we need to buy diapers so I'm able to change you." Cathryn answered to my horror. "It's just a quick visit to the mall and then we can go home." And on we went to the mall and with every step the mess distributed some more in the diapers. In the mall it was all the same game again. She enjoyed deeply humiliating me. Certainly she had to ask a salesgirl for the shelf with the bigger diapers and the salesgirl almost immediately smelled the state I was in. Then she showed Cathryn the way to the changing room. I prayed for it to be empty, but as all evil comes all at once there was someone else in there changing her 2 year old daughter. "My, aren't you too a little old to be in diapers?" she commented and all I could do was turn beet red again and shamefully inspect my shoes. "I don't know what to do with her..." Cathryn dispraised while putting me onto the changing table. "She's almost six now and still doesn't get it. It's a shame." Then she opened the diaper and the foul smell of my elimination immediately filled the whole room. "Look what a mess you did," she reprimanded me again. I couldn't stand this any longer and began to cry again. And my ridiculous high voice made me cry more. While cleaning me she chatted with the other woman. To add to my misery the other woman explained that this was only a little accident of her little daughter, but that she was otherwise quite well toilet trained. When Cathryn put the new clean diaper onto me I could finally stop myself crying. Then we made our way to the cash desk. While waiting there paying for the diapers it hit me again. I had to pee badly! "Pweeath Cathryn, I need a bathwoom fatht!" I lisped and began to step on the spot again. "Don't be ridiculous. That's what the diapers are for." Cathryn answered. And then it was too late as I felt myself letting go without wanting to. This was so frustrating. And to make the whole thing worse than it already was, peeing felt so different and somewhat unpleasant without my penis. This definitely made me aware of what was missing between my legs. I couldn't stop it until my bladder was empty. And because of the comment of Cathryn everyone around me immediately knew what I had done. "Thith ith not fair...." I whispered. But finally we made our way home to Cathryn's house and I was inside the protective walls again. Hell, you can't imagine how glad I was about that. The first thing Cathryn did was to call my mother and tell her that she could pick me up. It didn't take long until the doorbell rang. "Would you go and answer the door? That will be your mother!" Cathryn ordered. I did as I was told and opened the front door. "Hello Mom..." I said. She was totally shocked by surprise. "Is it you? I can't believe it..." was all she could say. "Wook what Cwathryn did to me! She thkrewed up my wife and made me into thith! How could she do thith?" I cried. Mom still couldn't believe it. "Is it really you? I can't..." Then Cathryn jumped in. "Believe it. It's you new 5 year old daughter." she grinned. "But, come on in and I'll give you some instructions on how to look after her." They went into the kitchen and while having a coffee they talked about me like I was not present. "Now, tell me, how do you like your new daughter?" Cathryn asked. "It's absolutely amazing! She's beautiful, gorgeous! I really like it. What you did is beyond my wildest dreams. She almost looks like a real doll. Amazing... Her voice, this cute lisp... How did you do that?" mom asked. "I didn't know about this until today either. Olga, a friend of mine in the beauty salon, figured it out. She stiffened the tip of her tongue, and the result is this cute little lisp." Cathryn said. "But there's one thing I fucked up a little. Pull down your pants and lift your skirt, little princess." Cathryn instructed me. I winced, but did as she told me and my diapers came into sight. "As you can see, she's in diapers, and they are also quite wet at the moment. When I worked on her bladder I must have overdone it a little, and unfortunately I also overdid her butt. I think she can't hold back longer than half a minute at best. So I think it would be best to keep her in diapers all the time. I tried training pants this morning and she got them thoroughly wet even before we reached the beauty salon," she explained. "Hmm... I didn't think that I would have to change diapers again, but I think I like it. I will always make her aware of her state." Mom said much to my dismay. "Good, I thought you'd think so. Her make-up is tattooed on her face, so you won't have to tamper around with this that." Cathryn went on. "I also gave her a vagina and a clitoris, but it's only there for the looks. The package is not functional and she can't get any satisfaction or pleasure from it. It's a pity, for her since her balls are still there to make her horny, but there's no way for her to get off. She'll be stuck in super horny mode forever." "Good, I like that. I didn't really like his masturbation sessions on the toilet. He wasn't able to clean up properly afterwards." Mom said coldly. "Anything else I need to know?" "No, nothing, just don't forget to buy lots of diapers." Cathryn answered with a big smile on her face. "Okay, thanks very much for the wonderful job you've done. We have to go now. It's time to introduce our little princess to her new life." Mom said. I wondered what she meant by this, but then I thought that I'd rather not want to know. "And before I forget... You may baby sit our little one whenever you want." Mom added. "Thanks very much for that offer. I'd really like too!" Cathryn cheered. Great! Now Cathryn would babysit at our place, but she would be babysitting ME! That's the one thing I definitely didn't have in mind when I first saw her in our kitchen. Then Mom grabbed my hand and led me to her car. She was well prepared for this first day. There was a child safety seat in the car, into which she put me before fastening the belts. "Now, how do you like being a little girl?" Mom asked while we drove home. "I hate it! And I hate you and I hate Cwathryn for what she hath done to me! You fucked up my whole wife!" I spat back. It was supposed to sound quite angry and menacing, but instead due to my new lisp and high pitched voice it sounded like a child having a tantrum. "Wook at me. I wook totawwy ridiculouth with thith frock and the make-up, and I reeawwy hate the diaperth!" I cried. "Don't blame me for this... All you had to do was to babysit your little sister once in a while, but you chose not to. Now have to bear the consequences." Mom answered coldly. "But thith ith not fair..." I wailed. "You're right. It was not fair of you. And now stop crying." Mom spat back. I grew more and more nervous the nearer we came home. What I someone I knew saw me? Would they recognize me? No, certainly not. I didn't even recognize myself when I saw me the first time. But what if Mom told them. I was quite sure she would. When we drove past someone Mom greeted, I felt a rush of pee entering my diapers because of being so nervous. I couldn't hold it back. This was so humiliating. I'd never get used to this. When we turned into our driveway I saw a friend of mine passing by, but fortunately Mom didn't notice him. But for me it was too late. First I felt another rush of pee entering my diapers and shortly after I felt how I messed myself without being able to do anything against it. I felt the gooey mass spread between my ass cheeks and instantly smelled the stench. I began to cry. "Pweeath, chwange me back. I can't thtand thith!" I wailed. Then Mom smelled it. "My, did my little princess have an accident? Huh, there must be quite a mess in your diapers. I didn't think that I would ever change diapers again, but I think I've no choice now. And didn't Cathryn tell you that your transition is a one way road?" Mom answered while grinning broadly. She also deeply enjoyed humiliating me. Did the whole universe hate me? When Mom got out of the car luckily my friend was out of sight. Then Mom led me to our front door, I felt the mess shift around in my diapers. It was disgusting. As soon as Mom put the key into the lock, my little sister ripped the front door open. Mom must have told her what to expect. I tried to hide behind Mom but there was no escape. When my little sister saw me she was totally amazed and her jaw dropped nearly to the ground. "Hi..." she said inert. "Are... Are you my brother?" she asked. "Yeth." I winced. "No way you are my big brother! And you're stinking!" she exclaimed. Then Mom jumped in, "Yes, this used to be your big brother, now she's your new 6 year old playmate, or should I rather say, your new doll." Now my little sister grew excited: "Now he... she has to play with me and has to do what I say?" "Pleath Mom, don't do that to me..." I interjected. But Mom ignored me, "Yes, my little one. She will be your living doll from now on. She will play whatever you want. And you have to take great care of her. You see, she's not really toilet trained." Then Mom turned to me, "Now, come on, my little one. Lift your skirt and let her see!" I lifted my skirt so my little sister could clearly see my dirty diapers. She began to almost laugh hysterically. "Look at that! My big brother.. eh sister is in diapers! He messed himself! Look!" she shouted. "Yes, I'll show you how to change her diapers soon. But now let's get in." Mom stated. I didn't believe it. She would let my little sister change MY diapers? This couldn't be true. "Pleath, Mom, I can change me mythewf!" I pleaded. "Don't be silly." Mom answered. "When you can't control yourself you definitely can't change yourself. That's a job for grown-ups like me or your sister. And don't you ever dare to touch your diapers! They're off limits for you!" she threatened. I began to cry again. This was all so humiliating. Then my sister jumped in again, "I like her voice and her lisp. Can't she speak right? Say: 'Suzie has a silly sister," she ordered me. "Thuthie hath a thiwwy thishter." I whined and my sister again began to laugh hysterically. "Enough of this now!" Mom demanded much to my liking. "It's dinner time and then it's time for our little princess to get some sleep. It's almost 7 o'clock." She couldn't be serious. 7 o'clock is a ridiculously early bedtime. "But Mom, pweathe, I want to watch tv! There'th a new Thtar Trek epithode airing tonight!" I pleaded. "No way!" Mom laughed. "Star Trek is for grown ups and little girls like you need lots of sleep! Your bedtime is at the latest 7 o'clock." Then she shooed us into the kitchen where she prepared dinner. After that she actually began to prepare me for bed. After she removed my silly clothing she put me onto the new changing table in the bathroom. I was totally horrified when she called my little sister. "Now I'm gonna show you how to change her diapers." she explained when she arrived in the bathroom. Then she opened my diapers. "Uh, that's quite a mess you're in." she stated. I again began to cry. "First you have to clean her very thoroughly. And take care that nothing enters her little vagina. We don't want her to get some nasty infections." she explained while she wiped me clean. That she referred to my vagina made me cry even harder. "Then you have to apply the baby powder and baby oil. We don't want her to get a diaper rash since she's now in diapers permanently." Mom went on while she treated my butt. "Then you can put her into the fresh diaper. Now lift you cute little derriere." she ordered me. She put the new diaper under my butt and then fastened it around my crotch. "That's all the magic." Mom told my sister. "That's easy. I can do that for sure." my sister said. Then she put me into a silk nightgown and led me to my room. I had to waddle like a toddler because the diaper was immensely thick. With every step I took it made a treacherous crackling noise. When Mom opened the door of my room, I was shocked with what I saw. She had totally redesigned my room. It was pink all over! Pink wallpapers, pink curtains and even a pink carpet! I instantly hated it. Where formerly had been my bed there now stood a large crib with pink sheets. She had removed my computer and my desk and replaced it with a large dollhouse with lots of dolls in it. "Where'th my thtuff? My cwomputer?" I demanded to know. "I see you still have to learn much. 5-year-old girls can't operate computers, they play with dolls." Mom stated. "But I don't want to pway with dollth. It'th boring! I want my computer back!" I demanded. "No way! You will play with your dolls as all 5-year-old girls do." Mom simply said. "Now get into the crib before I get angry." After I got in Mom gave me one of the dolls from the doll's house. "This is your favorite doll. She will be with you all the time. You will sleep with her, eat with her and take her with you anywhere. You wont don't dare to be seen without her." Mom said sternly. "Oh NO! Pweathe! Thith is ridiculouth! I'm a thikthteen year owd boy! I hate dollth!" I whined still not beleiving what was happening. I hoped that she couldn't be serious! "DO AS YOU ARE TOLD OR YOU'LL REGRET IT! I heard you've earned your first spanking today from Cathryn. I won't hesitate to put you over my knee either," she threatened and made me shut up. I certainly didn't want to be spanked again. Then she covered me up and turned off the lights. "Sleep well, my little princess." she said before she left the room. Finally I was alone. How did I get me into this mess? This MUST be a dream. It couldn't be true that I was lying in a crib thickly diapered and with a silly doll in my hands. But this strange feeling of emptiness between my legs reminded me that it was indeed all very real. At first I didn't dare to explore my new privates. But then I steeled myself and put my hand into the diaper. I shuddered when I put a finger into my new vagina. I was totally puzzled when I touched my clitoris. It felt like touching the tip of my former penis right at the underside where it was most sensitive. It felt a little pleasuring but mostly it just made me horny. I played a little with the tiny knob. I couldn't stop because it felt good to some degree. But, as I said, it also made me horny beyond belief. Soon I was in dire need to cum, but it didn't happen! I was at the brim of cumming but the releasing shot didn't happen. This was so frustrating. I rubbed my clit until it hurt but I didn't cum. I felt my balls being eager to shoot a huge load of cum into the diapers but there seemed to be no way to trigger the release! This was utterly frustrating! I began to cry silently when I gave up. I was extremely horny and there was no way for release! Damn Cathryn! Finally I cried myself to sleep. The first thing I felt when I woke up next morning were my dirty diapers. I had messed myself without waking up! Could it get even worse? I wondered what my mutilated body had in store for me next but then I decided that I was better not knowing. When I got out of the crib to go to the bathroom, I felt the mess shift and spread all over my crotch. A cloud of foul smelling air surrounded me. I really couldn't stand this. This was utterly disgusting and humiliating. I had to get out of the dirty diapers. In the bathroom I opened the diaper and let it fall to the ground. Some of my waste hit the carpet. I sat down on the toilet and began to wipe myself when Mom stormed in. "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING? LOOK AT THE MESS YOU MADE!" she yelled. "You're not old enough to change yourself as you can clearly see. You have to wait until an adult changes you! I think this has earned you a spanking!" She was very angry. Then she put me onto the changing table and finished wiping me. Then she took a stool and put me over her knee. "Pweaathe Mom, I won't do it again!" I wailed but to no avail. "I'm sure you won't!" she said and then took a hair brush and hit my derriere with it 15 times. After the 4th hit I cried like a baby and it hurt like hell. "And another five for not having your dolly with you!" Mom said and then hit me another five times. "Hopefully you've learned your lesson," she said still angry. After that she diapered me and sent me back to my room. "I'll dress you when I've cleaned up this mess." My butt burned like hell and the diaper didn't make me more comfortable either. On the contrary, the heat that developed from the spanking couldn't escape and after the pain wore off it was itching like hell. First thing I did when I entered my room was grab the fucking little doll I was supposed to have with me. I didn't want to earn another spanking for this but nonetheless it was absolutely ridiculous and humiliating. But I think that's it what this is all about: to deeply humiliate me. Soon after Mom entered my room and began to dress me. She again dressed me with this ridiculous pink dress but this time instead of socks she put me into a pink pantyhose which was to some degree transparent, so everyone could see my diapers when I lifted the frock. Then she fussed around with my hair for about a quarter of an hour until she got it right. This whole procedure was quite tedious but there was no escape. While having breakfast Mom dropped another bomb, "Why don't you take our little princess out to the playground this morning?" she asked my little sister. "Uh, I'd love to! Then I can show her to my friends and we'll have lots of fun!" she cheered happily. I became deathly pale and had to swallow some times before I could say anything. "Pweaathe Mom, you can't be theriouth... peopwe will thee me. I can't go out wike thith! Pweathe...." I whined but to no avail. "Nonsense!" Mom unceremoniously dismissed my arguments. "You're such a nice little girl. There's no shame in being seen!" Then she turned to my sister: "Since you are older than her you're in charge. She has to do anything you tell her. If she doesn't, tell me afterwards and I'll take care of that." Great. So she would spank me when I wouldn't do what my little sister tells me to do. After breakfast my sister called her friends to meet her at the playground and then took my hand and my journey of misery began. I was nervous beyond belief. As a consequence my already very weak bladder didn't obey my orders anymore. With every step I made I felt a rush entering the diaper and there was absolutely nothing I could do about this. At least I hadn't had a mess myself yet so the way to the playground went smoothly. Fortunately we met no one I knew on our way. When we arrived there was already a horde of 7 to 10 year old girls eagerly awaiting our arrival. After a gushy greeting ceremony my sister began to show me around. "This is my new playmate, erm, my new doll." She introduced me. "Who is she?" one of the girls asked while she was thoroughly mustering me. "She is.. was my big brother. But he was rebellious and didn't do what Mom said and so she made him into this girl." My little sister freely explained. I went beet red and wished that I would vanish into thin air, but of course, this act of mercy didn't happen. All the girl's eyes widened and than began babble all at once. They couldn't believe it. Neither could I, but nevertheless, it was true. After the horde had calmed down a little my sister spoke again, "Believe me, it's my naughty big brother who's standing here. And best is she has to do all I want. I'm in charge of her!" she said with an evil grin on her face. I had a strange feeling about this because I hadn't always treated the little brat decently. I played some nasty tricks on them in the past. But how could I know that the roles would be reversed some time? My sister began to parade me. "Now go around in circles so everyone can see you," she ordered and I did it. When I was quite dizzy she said that I could stop. She went on: "We don't have an appropriate name for you. Since you look like a doll, we'll simply call you Barbie. Or what do you think?" she asked the girls. All the girls agreed and from now on I would be called "Barbie". This couldn't be true. Barbie was a ridiculous name. "Now Barbie, tell me, are your diapers already wet?" she asked me. I froze and became beet red. The girls began to giggle. "She's in diapers? Can't she control herself? That's ridiculous. Even my 2 year old brother can control himself!" she yelled and laughed hysterically. "Indeed she is in diapers and she uses them. I'll show you!" she said. Then she lifted my frock and pulled down my pantyhose so everyone could clearly see my diapers. To add to my misery the wetness indicator clearly showed that my diaper was quite wet. I could barely hold my tears back. This was all so humiliating. After the girls had calmed down a little one of them asked me. "Do you also poop into your diapers?" This was too much for me. I began to cry. "Yeth!" I cried. "I can't hold it back anymore. It's aww Cathryn'th fauwt.. It'th all her fauwt..." I wailed. Now the girls had another good laugh on me. It was the first time I had spoken. When they heard me lisping with my ridiculously high-pitched voice they all broke in hysterical laughter again. Then one of the girls put it together: "Wow, that's quite a little sissy you have there. My brother wouldn't let that happen to him! You're a pathetic little wimp!" Then they began to play with me. They put me onto every single part of the playground. When they were finished with that they gathered into a circle with me being the center of it and debated what to do next. Then the urgent need to poop hit me. I went beet red, pressed my knees together and began to cry. "What is it, little princess?" my sister asked me. "Pweeathe I need a bathroom fatht!" I whined. I tried to hold it back but it was too late. First I heard a loud fart and then I felt myself filling the diapers with my poop. I wished for a Jeannie from a bottle that would transport me somewhere else but that didn't happen. So I began to cry. "I think our little sissy has just messed herself, haven't you?" she asked me. "Yeth...," was all I could get out during the sobs. "How disgusting this must be," one of the girls said. She had no idea. "I think I'll have to get her back home now to change her. Even that she can't do for herself," my sister stated. "Come on Barbie, let's go!" she ordered and then led me home. Somehow I was glad. At least the horror trip with the girls was over for now. I couldn't make myself stop crying until we arrived home. This was all so humiliating! Mom already awaited us for dinner. "Did you have fun?" she asked my sister. "Yes! She's great! She did everything I wanted. And we decided to call her Barbie!" my sister cheered. "Barbie, I like that. Certainly she looks like a Barbie doll. "Pweeathe someone change me..." I interrupted. "No, there's no time for that. Your sister has a doctor's appointment this afternoon and I'm going to go with her. Cathryn will come over to babysit you." Mom said. "I don't need a babythitter. I can wook after mythewf." I objected. "Don't be silly, Barbie." Mom answered. God, how I hated that name, how I hated my new life! "How old are you?" she asked. "Thikth." I answered dutifully after a pause when I knew that I better play along. "And who's going to get you out of these dirty diapers and put you into new ones? Who's going to put you into bed? You know you can't do that for yourself. Otherwise you wouldn't have asked a grown-up to change you. And that's the end of the discussion. Cathryn will baby sit you this afternoon. Period." I felt tears welling up again and my lips began to tremble. This was all so mortifying. After a while Cathryn showed up and Mom and my sister left in a hurry. "Hello Barbie! Nice name you chose. I really like it." Cathryn greeted me. "I hate thith name! I hate you aww!" I spat back. "Hmm, be careful with what you say, little lady! Or otherwise...," she threatened. I knew too well what that meant and so I shut up. "Now lets get you out of the dirty diapers," she said and led me to the bathroom. When she bent over me to grab a new diaper from the shelf, my hormones kicked in. I could clearly see her gorgeous tits. I couldn't get my eyes off them and Cathryn noticed. "Wow, you must be quite horny by now." she stated. Then she looked at my crotch. "The precum is literally flowing out of your little vagina." Then she began to play with my little clit. This made me even hornier. "Pweeathe make me cum!" I pleaded. Instead she took off her top and her bra. Then she put her tits into my face. "Do you like these?" she asked. What a question. "Yeth. I reawwy wike them...," I whined and began to caress her aureoles with my fingers. She seemed to like that. She began to tremble a little. "Hey, you seem to be a natural." she whispered. Then she removed her panties, climbed onto the changing table and positioned her pussy right above my face. Her musky smell was really gorgeous and made me want even more of her. She was quite wet and really turned on from my tit fingering. "Lick!" she ordered. When I got a drop from her juices I couldn't stop myself. She tasted soo good. I hadn't done this before but I seemed to be good at it. While my tongue caressed her clit I played with my own little knob. Soon I felt like I was on the brim of cumming but my body again betrayed me. This made me even hornier and lick more intensely. You can't imagine how desperately I needed to come. She had come three times in the meantime while I desperately tried to get my first shot. After she came the fourth time she stopped me. "Wow, that was great. You're quite a talent!" I desperately tried to get me over the brim while she dressed herself. "Stop this now... You won't cum! I took care of that!" she stated while she watched my futile attempts. "But that'th not fair.. I need to cum... I reawwy need to cum!" I whined in pure desperation. "Sorry, no cumming for you any more. And now let's get you dressed again." I began to cry again while she cleaned my face from her juices and diapered me. "We definitely have to do this again!" she cheered. "The hardened tip of your tongue really does the trick. You're great," she said in the afterglow of her orgasms. "And what do I get out of thith? Why shouwd I do thith again? I also want to cum!" I cried. "You will do this because an adult tells you to. It's simple as that." she said coldly. When she finished dressing me suddenly the doorbell rang. "Would you please answer the door, sweetheart?" Cathryn ordered me. "Oh no... Maybe it'th someone I know. Pweathe not..." I pleaded. "Now go answer the door. Do I have to tell you everything twice?" Cathryn demanded. I went downstairs and with trembling fingers opened the door. When I realized who it was I froze on the spot. A girl-friend of mine with whom I have been somewhat close at school and the football-team quarterback looked at me. I hoped this wasn't real but it was. Their jaws dropped simultaneously when they saw me. Elizabeth, my girl-friend, first got her speech back. "Wow! Is that really you?" she asked in pure disbelief. "Who is it, Barbie?" I heard Cathryn shout from the kitchen. "Barbie?" John, the quarterback exclaimed and began to laugh uncontrollably. When I got control back over myself first I felt a rush of pee entering my diapers. God, how I hated that! Then I answered to Cathryn: "It'th some friendth of mine!" Then Elizabeth began to laugh when she heard my lisp and my high-pitched voice. I simply began to cry. Eventually Cathryn joined the scene. Like a little girl I tried to hide behind her. This was so embarrassing. After the situation had calmed down a little, Cathryn could finally ask: "Who are you and what can I do for you?" Elizabeth first got herself under control: "I just wanted to see with my own eyes. I couldn't believe when my little sister told me that he is now a Barbie doll! But he surely is! Quite a sight!" "Oh, I see, please, come in, may I offer you a cup of coffee?" Cathryn said. This couldn't be true! She was inviting them into my safe haven! "We'd love to!" Elizabeth said. In the kitchen they chatted about me like I wasn't present while having a cup of coffee. "Now tell me, how could this happen to him?" Elizabeth wanted to know while barely being able to hold back her laughter. I was still crying when Cathryn suddenly produced a pink pac