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

A Chance at Freedom

The next two weeks were difficult for Barbie. They went on vacation to an all women's spa. Where their mother and sister spent the time relaxing and getting pampered while Barbie was treated as though she was mentally handicapped by indifferent staff while being left in the children's creche all day.
They got a nice tan, manicured nails, beautiful hair. Barbie got the worst diaper rash possible. 10 hours in the same diaper can do that. Also, the "caregiver" who forgot to change Barbie spanked her for leaving a stain on the carpet.
During this "vacation," Barbie retreated into their own mind as much as possible. Dreaming of a life with Sarah, a life where she can be treated like a human. By this point Barbie was so beaten down that even in her dreams she still stayed in diapers, still had a lisp, still had no penis. These were things that were never going to change, so thinking about it just hurts. Instead Barbie dreamed of her own autonomy. Being able to choose when to eat, stay up late, watch adult television, communicate with real human beings on the Internet. Meanwhile the feeling of mess around her empty crotch constantly reminded Barbie that at best she would still be a little girl in diapers for the rest of her life.

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to Barbie, Sarah was putting together a plan. She knew that she'd be back to watching Barbie after their vacation. She also knew that the people who ruined Barbie and turned her into... Barbie, wouldn't hesitate to come after her too. If Sarah wanted to get Barbie out, she needed to make her situation public immediately after getting her out of that madhouse. As everything unraveled, Sarah needed to be looked out for just as much as Barbie. So Sarah called Mark, her old boyfriend. Things ended on amicable terms. He simply realized or admitted to himself that he was attracted to men. It hurt her, but Sarah never blamed him for trying to be happy. Mark's father also happened to be a doctor at the local ED. So Sarah roped her ex into the plan. Telling him some things about Barbie, letting him know to tell his father about Barbie's situation. If Sarah could get her there under the auspices of an emergency. She'd have a doctor in place to gather all the evidence needed to prove Barbie was a boy and had been turned into this against their will. A medical exam will prove that Barbie's vagina was a surgical hack job, that the makeup was tattooed, possibly that her incontinence was medical or surgical. It would be enough to get Barbie under police protection and an investigation started. Hopefully it would be enough to get at least Cassandra locked up. If not, Sarah wouldn't be safe. Nor would her family be for that matter.
That's why this has to happen as soon as Barbie got back, Sarah's father was taking her brother and sister along for his business trip to Washington, DC. Originally Sarah was going along as well, but convinced her parents she had too much going on with a fabricated new boyfriend, school and her new babysitting job to take the time off. That left just her mother possibly in harms way. Sarah wasn't too worried about her. She'd spent 6 years in the army and to this day made extra income for the family doing firearms safety courses and women's self defense courses. She never went anywhere without a pistol in her purse and knew how to protect herself without a moment's apprehension.

So the plan was as ready as it was going to get. Now it was merely waiting to take the next step. During that time, I took what I've written here since meeting Barbie and gave it to my ex Mark. Telling him if he couldn't get in touch with me to post it all on my social media accounts. It might be too little, too late. But if I couldn't do this, I could at least make those two little psychopaths pay for their actions.

Finally the day came it was challenging to remain nonchalant as the vile duo mocked and belittled Barbie as they happily described their lavish retreat. By this point I knew that relaying stories like this are all about belittling Barbie, nothing more. So I feigned the usual interest, smiled and nodded when necessary. Interjecting when appropriate. All the while suppressing the rage and anticipation boiling inside of me.

Finally they left, as usual I'd purposely ignored Barbie completely while interacting with her tormentors. Giving the illusion I was indifferent to her. Once they were gone, I went to Barbie. Ignoring the smell from the diaper I life's her face to mine with a finger under her chin.