A New Doll. Part 1 by Adhi Parts 2+ By 0dd0nez

A New Doll Part 2: Barbie's New Life

This story is a continuation of the story "A New Doll" by Ahdi on fictionmania. This first part is not my own work, from part 2 forward, the story will be my own direction on Barbie's story. Any feedback is appreciated. Hope you enjoy.

Part 2 - 6 months later.

Hello again everyone, I guess I should continue to tell my story as it progresses. In spite of how painful it is to remember, I have to not forget who I was. That I may be a diapered little girl from now on. But I wasn't always this. Writing it out helps me recognize the change and remember who I used to be, and how I got this way.
The next 6 months were mostly more of the same. Adjusting to my new body and position in the family. Plus having the entire community believe I voluntarily became a sissy.
The polaroids they took of me were seen by everyone in my old high school within the week. At first I appreciated how much my appearance had been changed by Catherine. You wouldn't know I was anything other than what I appeared to be, unless of course you were told of who I used to be. Like every person in our little town. The girls of any age loved to embarrass me by feeling my diaper for wetness, or asking to feed or change me.  Anytime my mother and sister were happy to oblige.
Every time it was a humiliating event. Like three 12 year old girls circled around a changing table and mocking the smell of my messy diaper. Taking turns to wipe, powder and change me. Most embarrassingly, commenting on how much of a real girl I looked like. That my puffy little vagina looked exactly like it "should."
If they learned I still had my balls and pubescent sex drive. It was even worse. As it motivated them to tease me with arousal, knowing I had no release. Once a former classmate of mine I'd always considered attractive Rebecca really got a kick out of it. After taking off my messy diaper and wiping me up, she left me undressed from the waist down. Then she tweaked my little clit. I squeaked in surprise before groaning in pleasure. Then she guided my hand into her pants and then inside of her. It felt amazing and so... I don't know, right. Like it was what should be natural to me as a straight cis male. In the moment I mindlessly brought my own hand to my groin. Only to be met with a void where I expected to feel my member. Instead all I was left with was furiously rubbing my little clit as my other hand experienced a girl I'd crushed on for years. Suddenly I felt a release of pressure down there and for a moment thought I'd had an orgasm but I've feeling kept going and I heard fluid splashing on the floor. I wasn't having an orgasm, I was just peeing all over the floor. Giggling like mad, Rebecca pulled my hand from her sweet honey pot and I opened my eyes, only to see her holding her phone . Recording me desperately rubbing myself before spraying out a stream of urine onto the floor.
"The whole school is gonna get a kick out of this." She said and happily taped a new diaper on and then buttoning my frilly pink onsie back on.
I think this going around was the beginning of the end of us living in my hometown. The more whispers spread about the sissy little boy-girl. The more my mother talked about pulling up stakes and resettling elsewhere.

She worked remotely and could live anywhere. Her employer was based in the UK and they had no idea about me at all. Her work was safe and profitable. But she didn't want social services knocking on our door and asking questions.

In the meantime my Sister took over most of my care and discipline. She usually changed me, fed me, bathed me, and spanked me when I misbehaved. She was now far stronger than me, so even if I fought back, it only made the spanking worse. Faster than I expected, my sister Angie was completely in charge. I obeyed her authority as an older sister without complaint. Because she would spank my butt raw and leave me with a nasty rash. I was undeniably the baby of the family. Completely under the thumb of my mother and 9 year old sister. It was degrading and humiliating, but I was safer being obedient. So I did my best to be a good little girl.

As a result I was treated accordingly more and more by the day. They spoke about me like I wasn't there, told me what was happening, not asking. And taking care of me on their schedule. Complaining about a dirty diaper just meant I'd be stuck. In it longer. Complaining about my food meant I'd eat it for the rest of the week. We we're one "happy" family and I was the baby. Angie also began to not really see me ever having been her older brother. I was just a little girl. So she'd treat me as such, she'd change in front of me, use the toilet while I was bathing. Do any gross typical thing girls usually hide from boys. Like farting or itching her butt or fanny. I on the other hand, still couldn't see her as anything but my little sister, even though she was completely in charge. It weirded me out seeing her nude and grossed me out if she used the toilet or farted around me. But I couldn't really complain. It would just lead to teasing at best and spankings at worst. So I simply acted like the good little girl I appeared to be.