After seeing the new Barbie movie, your wife decided she needed a dolly of her own. 2 days later and you were sent off to the Sissy-Corp reeducation program. It only took 3 weeks and they had you completely transformed into the doll of your wife’s dreams.
Aptly named, “Chastity Barbie,” you were to always be kept in permanent chastity and were designed to pleasure, and serve your wife in any way she deemed fit. Whether it was eating her out, sucking her boyfriends off, making dinner, or cleaning the house; you could (and would) do it all!
The part you hated the most was the stupid grin that was constantly plastered onto your face. No matter how embarrassing or humiliating the task was; you couldn’t help but do it with the giddy and giggling persona a Barbie should have. What may have been even worse is that your wife had it programmed into your brain that you could only refer to her as mommy.
You were horrified; stripped of such dignity that you now were forced to call your former wife-now owner your “mommy”. You felt like a simpering toddler, and it didn’t help your mommy always kept you in the most ridiculous of dresses that were fit for a three-year-old.
After finishing your daily chores you pranced back out to the kitchen to meet your mommy. The whole time, fiddling with your chastity cage as it was always quite uncomfortable. One of the hypnotic suggestions they put into your brain made you constantly aroused at the thought of being forcefully sissified. You think this was done because it made you easier to control, and sadly it worked. It’s hard to rebel against your condition as a sissy when even the prospect of a new dress can turn you into the horniest of vixens.
“Sissy, stop fiddling with your cage. It’s unbecoming of a sweet, little girl,” Your mommy said.
You immediately stopped touching your cage, but had a confused look on your face. Little girl? That was a new phrase for you. Your mommy immediately noticed.
“Aww, sweetheart, did I forget to tell you? We’re changing you from a Barbie into a baby doll! I like you as a slutty princess, but I think you’re much more suited to be a big ol’ diapered sissy!”
You felt your heart sink, you wanted to frown so bad but all you could manage to do was giggle while tapping your feet on the ground, before curtseying. Mommy knew you well enough to see the anxiety in your eyes, though.
“Don’t worry about it, cutie pie. I promise it’ll all be okay. Soon, the only thing you’ll have to worry about is nursing from mommies tiddies while making tinkles in your diaper. And to sweeten the deal, we’ll even take your chastity cage off!”
This prospect made you quite excited, both emotionally and physically. You reached down to fiddle with your cage again.
“Given, it’s not like you’ll need your clitty cage anyways. Your motor functions will be completely stripped away so I doubt you’ll even have any way to get yourself off, and that’s if they weren’t going to hypnotically induce impotency in you!”