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Chapter Two - Barbie Doll comes to life

Act I - Remodeling

"From now on, you may only address me as Madam, and speak only when I allow you to, or when business requires it." she started as soon as I put the pen down. "You will be tutored in the fine art of being a proper lady, and from now on, your only clothes will be women's clothes. You will begin living, breathing, sleeping, eating and thinking like a woman. Your body will be epilated, yes, everything removed so it won't come back. I don't like hairy dolls. You will also begin waist training, with progressively tighter corsets, so you will really look like a Barbie Doll, which is your name now, not just dress like one." A pause.

"Oh yes, Barbie, you will need a decent pair of tits. For now, they will be glued on, but you will be receiving hormone treatments so they can grow on their own. When they're large enough, you'll get implants to make them bigger. You're still young, so the growth potential is still good." I swallowed nervously at the potential fate of what remained of my masculinity. Madam leaned close, and said, with a wink, "Don't worry about your little soldier," pausing as she glanced down, "he will still be able to stand at attention like he is now. He'll just be confined to quarters until he's needed."

Straightening, she continued her lecture. "You will also be trained to serve this household as my personal assistant, fulfilling those duties I mentioned earlier. When you become presentable, I will also take you along in my travels." My eyes opened wide at this - going out in public dressed up! I was about to protest when common sense told me to stay quiet.

"Remember, darling, you signed and agreed to the terms, which I explained to you very clearly." She produced a tape, "And this is the proof. So you can't weasel out of this one. Seriously, I don't want you to escape. I like you too much. I just need something more and you're the perfect candidate to fill all the qualifications listed. All I want is for you to play along, and everything will be all right." She walked around her desk and pressed the intercom button.

"Templeton, Barbie is ready. You may come and collect her." she lifted her finger from the button, and said, "Strip to your undies, now." I was trapped. I said, in my best feminine falsetto, "Yes, Madam." and started removing my male rags. By the time I had finished, and was standing there, embarassed and clad only in a bra, panty and stockings, even the shoes came off, Templeton arrived and I saw a faint, mocking grin on her face. Madam said, "There is a lot of work to do, Templeton. Show Barbie to the spa." "Yes, Madam."

I was led, or paraded, in my girly undies, through the corridors - fortunately no one was around - until I reached the "spa", a kind of body shop for people, where they get made over and transformed. I was to get a major remodeling.

The first week, I saw little of Madam. I was thoroughly epilated, including my face and head, so a decent wig could be put on and look convincing. A woman doctor came to examine me, and she said that I would be getting my first hormone treatments by the end of the week, and that I would be taking them for the rest of my life.

I had fake nails put on, painted and glossed to perfection. My eyebrows were plucked and reshaped into an arching curve, very feminine. I was starting to enjoy this, especially after the makeup girls fixed my face up nicely and my first wig was perched on my head. My first glance in the mirror gave me a start, because it took me several seconds to recognize myself. The biggest tip-off was the chin hanging nearly to the floor. I was gorgeous! I had dreamed of going for a makeover and photo session, just for fun. But this was fantastic! Any doubts remaining in my mind vanished at that point.

My first corsets arrived too. They were as a set, progressively smaller, and to be supervised by Templeton herself in their daily tightening. I was sternly warned to comply. This was the first time I was laced into a corset. It wasn't painful, at first, but it was slightly distressing. I got used to it rather quickly, even felt very sexy in them.

Madam had a set of breast forms specially made for me, and they were attached to my chest with medical glue. It felt strange to have those weights on my chest, but compellingly pleasant, even erotic. Again, my fantasy of a transformation makeover returned.

My "little soldier", as Madam playfully called my cock, was "confined to quarters". A prosthetic set of female genitalia was delivered and likewise glued to my body. My penis was placed pointing downward, inside a tube that was connected to where a girl would pee. Now I even had to go to the bathroom like a girl. Because of this, one of the maids had to clean me, or make sure I cleaned myself, at least twice daily, to make sure nothing nasty took up residence there. There was an additional feature to my fake cunt: a built-in vibrator that stimulated me vigorously, but since I was more or less denied a proper erection, it just got me very, very horny.

And only Madam had the means to control it. I was totally dependent on her for any form of carnal pleasure.

My wardrobe was quite well stocked. I was fortunate enough to be about the same size as Madam, and with a few adjustments, I wore the outfits she no longer used. They were by no means worn out; her dresses, skirts and other clothing were in mint condition, meticulously cleaned by the in-house laundry service. For the first time, I wore a woman's slip. The silky fabric caressed my shaved and stockinged legs in a very erotic manner. I also wore frilly nightgowns for sleeping, a very different pleasure. I had never dreamed that being a woman was so... sensual. Now I understood why women loved their soft and frilly clothes...

I was also trained to speak and act like a woman, or more like a shy girl, and to obey unconditionally. I was taught how to walk like a girl, in my high heels and corset, which actually helped. Constricted and perched on those precarious heels (I had never even tried more than two inches before, and only once), I had to use my hips to walk and keep balance. It only took a couple of afternoon sessions to become proficient in sensually bobbing my hips left and right, and holding a normal pace, well, at a normal speed but with slightly shorter and quicker steps. I was made to practice in the long, cavernous corridor so I could hear the echo of my heels on the hard floor, useful feedback and very stimulating too.

Act II - Toy and Slave

After the first month of my transformation, Madam came to inspect me. I stood there in a dark grey ladies business suit, with a straight skirt ending just above the knee, and a form-fitting jacket over a beautiful white blouse. My legs were encased in silky black stockings, and I wore shiny black pumps with three-inch heels (with the prospect of going higher soon). She walked several times around me, in silence, as I stood there, nearly at attention, in the posture that was taught to me: shoulders back, chest out, legs together, arms hanging relaxed.

"Very nice." she began. She ran her hands down my sides, from the bust down to my waist, over my hips. "Excellent progress, better than I expected. But there is still more work to do. Fortunately, your original face is sufficiently androgynous to pass well as female with proper makeup." She was quite right there. Her makeup girls were real artists, and with my long blonde wig, I really looked like a woman. I smiled like I was taught, shyly. "You are really beautiful. But the best is yet to come." All of a sudden, I felt appreciated like I had never been in my life. Up to this day, I always tried to please people by doing things well. Now I pleased just by being someone. A spark ignited in my heart.

"Come along, Barbie Doll. I have something to show you." she prodded, smiling. I obediently followed Madam as she walked along. I watched her move as she walked, and tried to imitate her gait. I felt so... sexy! For a second, I wondered if I was going crazy, but then, I thought, damn it, I wanted this!

We returned to the study, and she ushered me into the doll collection room beyond. She ordered me to sit down, and I complied, obediently, partly because I was obligated by contract, and partly because Madam is so irresistible. I crossed my legs as I was taught, and clasped my hands on my lap, holding my arms close to my sides. The sensation was exciting, to be with Madam, to be so completely transformed as to be unrecognizable. My eyes were bright with joy.

"The clothes you are wearing now, or any clothes that I will allow you to wear during your work hours for me, will be for those hours only. When you will begin working for me for real, things will change." I had a small knot of apprehension. "Don't worry, dear Barbie, no harm will come to you." She opened some folding doors in the wall opposite the doll display, revealing a closet full of outfits, full-sized replicas of Barbie doll outfits!

A fairy costume with wings, a wedding gown, a gold lamé evening dress, a cheerleader outfit, a cowgirl costume, all sorts of costumes to make any live doll fantasy come true. They were all so beautiful!

"This is your special dressing room and these will be your clothes when you are not working, and when your figure will be ready for them. Of course, for sleeping, you will still wear nightgowns as necessary. From nine to five, you will be Barbie the personal secretary. From five o'clock to nine the next morning, changing included, you will be my Barbie Doll, my personal toy, playmate and mine to do with as I please. It's in your contract." Madam had come toward me and towered over me, both ominously and sensually. I smelled her perfume over mine, and it turned me on. The prospect of her having her way with me aroused me even more. I was desperately wishing that Madam would turn on the vibrator built into my fake cunt. I would have done anything at that moment to feel that wonderful tremor between my legs.

"Do you like what you see?" It was the first time she had asked me a question that allowed me to speak in her presence since my transformation began. Nervous as a schoolgirl, bright eyed, I looked up at her, and said, "Yes, Madam." She smiled slightly, a satisfied look on her face. But there was more in her expression. "Come with me."

I stood up, and followed her to the far wall. One of the doll display cases swung open. I was excited because it was like a secret door in a mystery movie. I was in a lavishly decorated bedroom, frilly and feminine, pink and white and purple shades, the wallpaper was a light lavender color and had little pink hearts all over. The bed was a four-poster with the overhead thing and the drapes. It looked like a full-sized replica of a doll house bedroom. "This is your new bedroom, and behind that door," she pointed at a door opposite, "are your working outfits, regular clothes. I had them moved there this morning."

I was turning around, excitedly, looking at the feminine decor. I had dreamed of redecorating my own bedroom like this, but I would never have snagged a girlfriend with that. Well, now that issue was resolved. Madam technically was my girlfriend, though my current appearance didn't suggest that. But Madam gave me all this! Behind me, she approached silently, despite her hard heels, and embraced me tightly. I shuddered in reaction to this, pleasantly. Madam was touching me, holding me, caressing me in a very erotic manner. I felt a hand under my skirt, and inside my fake cunt, my cock was starting to stiffen a little. Her hand reached its destination, and she started rubbing me gently. Then my earlier wish came true. The built-in vibrator turned on.

As I was distracted by the wonderful vibration in my groin, Madam quickly slipped some handcuffs on my wrists. While I recovered from the surprise, she pulled me over to the bed and pushed me onto it. In a second, she was on top of me, a veritable animal. I had never experienced this kind of physical relationship with a woman before, and I realized that it turned me on more than anything I had experienced in the past. The handcuffs made it even more exciting, the feeling of being exposed, vulnerable, helpless and as Madam had said, I was hers to do with as she pleased.

And I was pleased too.

Madam has opened my jacket and my blouse, and was caressing, kissing and licking me very sensually and passionately. One hand went up my skirt again, gently caressing my thighs with her long fingernails, in that sensitive area just below the crotch. Squirming in delight under her weight, pulling futilely but playfully against the cuffs, I was reaching a peak of arousal, as much as my restricted manhood could have experienced, when Madam turned off the vibrator and got off of me.

As I lay there panting, handcuffed, recovering from the intense stimulation, she said, her voice still erotically husky from the activity, her dark eyes reflecting the light in the room, "That is a sample of the kind of reward you will get when you please me." In my impossibly heightened state of desire, there was nothing more I wanted than to please her, to have more of her, to let her have her way with me as she just did, but to go so much farther, unimaginably so. My fantasies started running wild.

She buttoned up my blouse and jacket, and took the cuffs off, before leading me back to my training. In my mind, at that moment, I wanted to be Madam's toy, her lovely slave doll.

End of Part 1
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I'm posting some of Part 2 tomorrow :P