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

The Hospital

I was laying in the bed, nude except for a hospital gown with a bedpan under me. The diaper had been off for a long while now. Though this entire process was embarrassing, this was the longest I had been out of diapers in years. The constant examination of the void between my legs was preferable to being encased in my own waste for hours on end.

Sarah had told me her plan as soon as we drove away from my home... Or prison. That this was my one and only opportunity to talk to an earnest third party about what has happened to me. That Sarah was risking her own life just to give me this chance. I hugged her tightly and cried openly the entire way to the hospital.

My doctor had been told to take my statements seriously. Not to trust me at face value, but that my torment and mutilation could be verified by him with ease.

The doctor was a handsome older man in his late 40's I could see the resemblance to his son Mark. Who was staying in the waiting room very close to security.

I had no idea how long I had before my vile jailers learned of my escape. So I didn't hold back. I told the doctor everything. Being forced at 16 under the knife of a mad surgeon named Catherine. Who removed my penis and embedded my testicles into my false vagina. That she'd paralyzed my bladder and anal muscles to the point where I couldn't use a toilet. Given me facial surgery, Tattooed my face, stopped my ability to grow any bigger, weakened me to an adolescent's strength, hardened my tongue to give me a lisp, tightened my vocal chords to make my voice so high pitched and squeaky.

I was surprised how calm I remained, no tears, none of the childishness that had been ingrained into me over so many years. I simply stated the facts as I knew them and waited for an eyebrow on the doctor to raise in skepticism. It never did.
"Okay, let's take a look at you then" he said simply. I nodded and didn't protest as he took off my diaper and placed a bedpan underneath me. Then he tossed the soggy garment in the trash and changed his gloves.

The first thing he examined was my face. Confirming that my lustrous, puffy, red lips were indeed tattooed and inflated artificially, that the tip of my tongue was hard as a rock. Then he took out a small plastic device that looked sort of like a duck bill.
"This may be a little uncomfortable" he said as he spread my legs and inserted it into my vagina and I felt it spread the little hole out as the plastic made a clicking sound. Then I felt the unpleasant pressure of his fingers pushing into the testicles embedded in the sides of my vagina.
"Hmm... Okay... Thank you for being patient." He said as he closed the device and pulled it out. Then looked at me, there was something in his eyes, trying to show through the professional stoicism. "I can see for myself that you've been telling me the truth about your experiences. I need to go talk with some people. I'll be back, in the meantime, security will be posted outside your room."
I nodded and lisped a quiet "Thank you" as he departed.
I realized as he left, and I heard my bladder release into the bedpan, that he never used any patronizing language. No, "young lady" or "baby" or even my name... My... He only knew me as Barbie. I hadn't thought of my old name in years, let alone spoken it out loud. I'd been Barbie for so long that the thought of myself as Riley wasn't even a consideration... Riley... Was I going to get to be Riley again?
I could never be a boy again. What had been done couldn't be undone. But maybe, just maybe, I could finally go back to being a person instead of a little plaything for my vile family to abuse and humiliate.  Even as my mutilated body again betrayed me and my bowels released into the little metal pan below me, I couldn't help but smile a little. I didn't have to be Barbie anymore. I didn't have to be a plaything ever again.

It was a long day, more poking and prodding and tests and exams. At least  4 different medical people looked inside of my privates. But it was all vindication, people were finally seeing what had been done to me. No one laughed, no mockery, not even pity, just patience, compassion and clinical professionalism. A nice older nurse showered me and put me back into diapers. I wish I could just use the bedpan forever, but that wasn't practical. After hours of examinations and interviews with police, social workers, doctors, finally I was rolled up to my own room.

"Sarah!!" I squealed with delight as I was rolled in and saw her reading in the recliner in the corner of the room. She came over and hugged me tight once we were alone and I finally let the tears flow again.
"You saved me Sarah... You saw me... And you saved me." I said between sobs.

Sarah was crying too, but all she said was. "It's okay Barbie, you deserve some love for once in your life"

"Riley" I said "My name is Riley, not Barbie"

"Nice to finally meet you Riley. I'm glad your safe." Sarah said. Then she got into the bed with me and held me to her until I finally fell into a peaceful sleep for the first time in ages.