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

Barbie's second day in her new home.

*Author's note: thanks to all for your patience. This is a side project so updates will be sporadic, but generally long enough for the wait. I also stopped writing Barbie's lisp for clarity's sake.

Also I will mention again that this story is extreme, dark and certainly not for everyone. I'm starting with the work of another author and I hope my expansion on the original fits it's initial dark tone.

Thanks for reading!!*

The day started as bad as usual. I was roughly shaken awake by my bratty sister who unceremoniously placed me on the changing table and did a sloppy job cleaning me up. Then lead me to the bathroom. Did I mention she sleeps in the nude and never bothers to dress before getting me ready for the day? Just... Ew...

In the tub It became quite clear that she hadn't bothered to thoroughly wipe me as little flecks of my waste floated to the top. Then the nasty brat let out a fart.

"Ohh that pizza didn't agree with me" she whined.

We all knew she was lactose intolerant, but it didn't matter to her. So she plopped on the toilet and I was the solo audience to a serenade of farts runny diarrhea and groans as the bathroom became a toxic death chamber.

After she finished she held her nose and said "no, not dealing with this. I'll be back. Then promptly disappeared for awhile.

I'm not good with time, but I'm guessing a half hour at least. Worse yet, I couldn't call out to her that I needed to go #2. So half that time I was stuck in fetid brown water filled with my own waste.

When she finally returned, dressed and ready for soccer, she had the audacity to call me disgusting as she drained the tub while turning on the shower head. After the water drained, she took a clean wash cloth, lathered it with soap and roughly scrubbed my privates as I cried in pain. "Serves you for being so nasty!" She exclaimed.

After this disaster she yanked me back to my room and threw a massive pink diaper on me. Nothing else. "Looks like the neighbor girl can look after you today, she does school from home. So me and mommy don't have to deal with your stinky butt at all today. Hopefully you'll already be in bed before we're home." She smirked, then plopped me back into my crib.

"She'll be here soon. You get to eat then. Me and mom are going shopping to get me ready for my new school. I'll even let you see all my cool new stuff tomorrow... If you're a good little girl." She said

Joy, just what I wanted, a fashion walk from my bratty sister. It's worse than boring, she gets to wear jeans, tank tops... Not to mention UNDERWEAR! I'll admit it, I'm jealous my sister wears panties and would give anything to have the undies of even a four year old. Anything was better than the thick padding there now.

As my mind drifted as if to reinforce that fact. I felt my crotch grow warm. God I hate my body. No only is my manhood gone forever, but so is my adulthood. I can barely remember what it was like to stand to pee and have something between my legs. At first it was so foreign to have the diaper press against me so flatly. Now it's... It doesn't feel right, but I can't remember how I used to feel before I was turned into a little girl.

I don't know how long I wallowed in my own self pity. But I suddenly heard a light tap on my door and She walked in. Sarah. She was beautiful and kind
... I hope...

She was about 5'6 with auburn hair in a braid and kind blue eyes. She didn't seem to wear much makeup other than lip gloss and eyeliner that made it both hard for me to look at her, and harder to look away.
She was well proportioned, not very curvy, but fit. Like she runs track or something to give her her toned legs and... Belly apparently.

She was in shorts and a midriff today. It was painful to see her with the mind of a guy and the body of a pathetic Sissy imitation of a doll. I wasn't attractive, certainly not handsome. I was adorable, a precocious, pretty little girl. Nothing she would ever see as anything more than something to take care of, not something to care ABOUT. At least not in the way I desperately wanted her to see me.