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Subject: Barbie Doll (TG) <pt I of III>
From: chrisd@tiac.net (Christa Dyne)
Date: Mon, 23 Dec 96 03:06:10 GMT
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Warning: This story contains sexual, transgendered themes, and strong
language. Persons bothered by such are hereby advised to hit the 'next',
'forward', or 'whatever' key so they won't have to read my crazy and
hopefully
fun loonieness.
Copyright 1996, Christina Marie Dyne (Myria), all lunacy reserved.
Christa
____________________________
I used to have a clue,
But I traded it for a vowel...
http://www.tiac.net/users/chrisd
<story follows>
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Barbie Doll
--------------
Trying not to appear uninterested, he glanced down at his PDA. The
modified scan function had just finished and the results were coming up on
the
display. Bingo! She was perfect! a 98% match-up. He'd been looking for two
weeks now, and finally, after having wasted god knows how much time in this
dive, he'd found her. Now to hook her...
"You're a very pretty girl, Mandy," He smiled as she blushed, "but I
can make you prettier."
"Oh?" She asked, her guard obviously up.
"I can make you gorgeous beyond your wildest dreams. And, more
importantly, I can make you a real girl."
She laughed. "Honey, no one can make me a real girl, just very, very
close. It's called SRS and it's very expensive, why do you think I'm turning
tricks in this cheap dump?"
"No one else can, but I can. And the results will be much better than
any primitive surgery. When I'm done you'll be a woman in every way. You'll
have a vagina, uterus, and ovaries. You could even get pregnant."
She lit a cigarette, watching him. "You're serious?"
"Very."
"Okay, I'll bite. How, and how much is it going to cost me?"
"The how is simple. An injection that will, over the span of three
days, rewrite your entire genetic code and morph your body into that of an
eighteen year old girl. The how much is a little more complicated."
"What, like I have to be your love slave or something?"
"Something like that, yes."
"Honey, if you can make me into an eighteen year old girl I'll be any
damn thing you want."
"I thought you might say that. So are we agreed?"
"Call me stupid, but lead the way. If this is a come-on I'm going to
be so pissed."
"Trust me, it's not a come on."
"Hun," she said as she stood up and grabbed her purse, "if you had
any
idea how many times I've heard that line you wouldn't use it. You're the
first
one to offer to really make my dreams come true, though."
He stood and helped her put on her coat. "My dreams too, Mandy, my
dreams too."
She really was a very pretty girl.
+++
His house was huge, more like a mansion than a house. When he led her
into his basement she was expecting something like a b-movie version of a mad
scientist's lair. Instead it looked pretty much like any doctor's office.
"I'll need you to undress so I can do a full examination," he said as
he donned a white lab coat. She looked dubious. "I am a doctor, Mandy, and I
have to make sure that you're healthy enough to go through the
transformation.
Besides, you have to be nude for the change anyway."
She turned her back on him and slipped out of her slinky dress and
lingerie. Turning back to face him she shyly had one arm covering her breasts
and the other hand covering her nether regions.
"Put your hands down, dear, and stand still while I run the scanner
over you."
With obvious reluctance she obeyed. Despite himself he stared. From
head to toe she looked like a very pretty girl somewhere in her early to mid
twenties. If you ignored one particular thing, that is. The dichotomy was
fascinating.
Turning red, her arms resumed their previous location.
"Sorry," he said, genuinely, "it's just that I've never seen..."
"You've never seen a transsexual?" She sounded angry. "I take it
you're not a chaser?"
"Chaser?"
"Yeah, a TS chaser. Most of the guys who go to Jackie's like their
girls with a little something extra."
He motioned her to move her hands again and then slowly ran the
scanner over her. "And how do you feel about that?"
"I hate it, but they pay the bills."
"I gathered." He looked at the display. "You're in very good health,
young lady, and apparently you've managed to avoid getting any STDs. Unusual
in your line of work."
"I'm a very careful girl."
He smiled. "If you'll come with me we'll get this show on the road."
He led her into the next room. Aside from the sheer number of
monitors
set up, it looked pretty much as any hospital room would. He motioned for her
to lay down on the bed.
"Why the straps?" She asked in a worried tone.
"Huh? Oh, those. I have to restrain you so you don't hurt yourself."
She didn't look like she liked that thought at all, but laid down
anyway. He put the restraints around her waist, wrists, and ankles.
"Why me?" She suddenly asked as he preped her arm for an IV.
"I needed someone to test my serum on. Someone like you."
"You mean a transsexual?"
"Well, yes," he said as he slipped the IV needle into her arm. "But
not just any transsexual. Someone who had been on hormones for a while,
someone with the right kind of genetic code and mental processes. Basically
someone who was somewhere in between the genders, like you. If I gave this to
a man or a woman it would kill them, give it to you and it changes your
life."
"How do you know it would kill them?"
He said nothing as he injected his serum into the IV line. She didn't
notice as she was almost instantly asleep.
He knew because he had tried it. The results hadn't been pretty.
She really was a pretty girl.
In three days she'd either be a lot prettier or she'd be a pile of
goop on the bed.
+++
He got almost no sleep for the next three days, her sleep was
restless
as fever raged through her changing body. For a while he thought it was going
to kill her, though in a different fashion from what had happened to his two
other experiments, but by the end of the second day it was clear she was
going
to live.
On the third day she woke up.
"God, I feel like a train ran over me!"
He smiled at her shock as she heard her new high girlish voice.
"My god, did it work?"
He rubbed the sleep from his eyes. "Perfectly. And now you, my dear,
are perfect."
"Oh my god! Can I see?"
"No, you're still far too weak to get up. You need at least another
good night's sleep."
"Looks like you could use some sleep yourself."
"Most definitely." He got up and went to the door. "I'll be back in
the morning, the monitors will alert me if there's any problems."
She'd forgotten to ask him to undo her bonds, but it didn't really
matter as she was quickly back to sleep herself.
The next morning he gently woke her up and let her sit up. Taking the
IV out, he brought in breakfast and they ate in silence. It was funny to
watch
her, so entranced with the changes in herself. She stared down at her boobs,
now much larger than they had been, at her hands, every part of her body
seemed to fascinate her. Obviously wanting to explore the changes, she also
obviously felt shy about doing so in front of him.
"I suppose you'd like to see your new self," he asked, smiling.
"Yes!" She practically screamed, and then broke down in giggles.
He took the giggling nude girl's hand and led her upstairs to a
bedroom. With a flourish he pulled the sheet off of a full length mirror and
smiled at her stunned expression as she saw herself for the first time.
"Oh... My... God..."
Her face was angelic beauty. Long thick golden blonde hair reached
almost to her knees, wide blue eyes, high cheekbones, and pouty bee-stung
lips. Her body was equally gorgeous. Large high set breasts with large pointy
nipples going down to an impossibly small waist and full round hips and butt
followed by legs that seemed to go on forever. She was a stunning beauty.
"You are a vision, dear, if I do say so myself."
"Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod!" Her hand slowly reached down to the nude
mound between her legs. "I am a woman! Oh god, you did it!"
"Yes I did, and yes you are," He said, smiling almost as broadly as
she was.
"Do you have anything nice for me to wear?"
"Not yet, I wasn't sure what your sizes would be."
"God, wait until my friends see me! No one will believe I'm me! This
is so fantastic!"
"Well, there is the small matter of payment."
"Payment?"
"Yes." He picked up a glass from the nightstand and handed it to her.
"I want you to drink this."
"What is it?"
"Nothing that will hurt you, I promise."
She shrugged and drank it. "It's very sweet."
"And very fast acting." He said as he took the glass from her. "It
immobilizes your body, but leaves you conscious. That's important."
She tried to move, but couldn't.
"You see, I've got plans for you, Barbie."
Barbie? She thought, my name is Mandy.
He easily picked up the immobilized girl and carried her to what
looked like a small ballroom. Setting her down, her frozen eyes could see a
stone slap with a pole coming out of the center of it. At the end of the pole
was a rather large phallus.
"This is going to be your new home, Barbie. Your display stand, if
you
will. You see, you're my perfect creation and I couldn't very well have you
running around. You might hurt yourself or something. This is much better,
here you'll always be perfect. My little doll always on display."
He picked her up and set her on the pole, she could feel the phallus
invading her rectum. She wanted to scream, but could do nothing.
"Sorry about the dildo, but I needed something and that seemed
appropriate. Inside that thing that's now inside of you are sensors and the
stasis device. This is so much better, Barbie, you'll understand. You'll
never
grow old, you'll never change, you'll always be here on a pedestal on display
for me."
He walked into a side room and typed some commands into a computer.
Stasis mode engaged.
He smiled as he walked back to see her now permanently frozen
mindless
body.
"Yes, this is much better. Now you'll always be my Barbie doll,
always
on display for me."
She was a very pretty girl. Gorgeous, in fact.
+++
"You kind of over did it, dontcha think?" The older woman asked him.
"What do you mean?" He replied, annoyed.
"Well, you got the height about right, but those boobs! I think
Barbie
would probably be like a D-cup if she were human sized. This one, well I
don't
know what she is but she's a hell of a lot more than a D. And that waist!
Small is one thing, but she's tiny. I think her hips are too big too."
"She's perfect to me, Madge, okay? When can you have the dress
ready?"
"Tuesday."
"The party is Monday."
"Okay, okay, I'll work overtime but it'll cost you."
"I don't care how much it costs, just have her ready for the party.
You'll take care of the other details?"
"Sure, no problem. I'll have to pierce her ears, though."
"Why?" The thought made him nervous.
"Enchanted Evening Barbie is wearing pearl studs, silly! You asked me
to make her an exact replica, didn't you?"
"Oh, yeah. Okay. Send the earrings over as soon as you can and I'll
do
the piercing."
She looked at him quizzically. "You sure?"
"Yes, Madge, I'm sure!"
"Okay, you're the boss, doc." She started taking the doll's
measurements. "God, how did you get her to be so lifelike? If I didn't know
better I'd swear this was a real girl up here." She pinched Barbie's left
nipple. "But obviously not."
"Trade secrets, Madge. I've got mine, you've got yours. You'll make
sure she's ready?"
"Sure, no prob."
+++
"Great party, Doctor Johnson," The annoying young man said. "And
this,
well she's incredible! She looks so lifelike, so real!"
The doctor smiled. His beauty in the pink satin ballgown was perfect
and would soon be the talk of the town.
"May I touch her?"
The doctor nodded.
The annoying young man hesitantly touched Barbie's gloved hand. "God,
she even feels real! And warm, like a real human being." The annoying young
man quickly reached up and felt up Barbie's boobs. "Very real! God, what a
set
of tits on her!" The annoying young man smiled evilly at the doctor.
The doctor was not amused, not in the least. The next day the
annoying
young man found himself unemployed. The doctor had many friends in high
places.
+++
Over the years the doctor made himself nine more Barbies, each of
them
different. Different races, different looks, but each of them similar. There
was only one problem. He had figured out how to get them to survive the
transformation but the stasis was a problem. Except for his first one, they
were all brain dead, if he took them out of stasis they would die
immediately.
For some reason the first, and in his mind still the best, still remained
viable. Her brain, like the rest of her, was in stasis, but it seemed to be
undamaged.
He became well known for his parties and for his doll collection.
People probably thought him odd, the rich old eccentric with his lifesized
doll collection, but they marveled at how beautiful and realistic they were.
His parties became events, at each one they were dressed in different outfits
with different poses. His unvieling of a new Barbie was always a momentous
occasion.
He cared carefully for his collection. He paid for a staff that would
pose them, do their hair, and change their makeup on a regular basis. Their
clothes were done from the inside out, and though the staff knew that these
dolls were anatomically correct in every sense, they kept quiet. He paid them
well.
He would often come into the ballroom alone at night and sip a glass
of sherry while staring at his girls. They were all so beautiful, so angelic!
And they were all his, completely his.
But as the years went by it wasn't enough. It wasn't enough to pose
them and put them in beautiful clothes, to have his friends and strangers
ogle
their beauty. He was getting older and lonelier and he wanted them by his
side.
But even if he woke up the only one who could be woken up she
wouldn't
be his anymore, would she? She wouldn't be Barbie, she'd be Mandy, and
probably a pretty pissed Mandy at that. No, that wouldn't do at all.
Wait a second! What if...? One night, in a stroke of genius, he got
an
idea. Rushing to a computer, he started typing. It took all night to work up
a
model and he left it running while he went to bed.
The next morning the answer was waiting for him on the screen.
Reprogramming possible. Success: 90%. Time required: Two years.
Two years?!? Still, she'd been in stasis for almost eight now, two
years didn't seem like that long to wait. He went to the computer that ran
her
sensors and stasis mode and entered the proper commands. That computer linked
with the network and downloaded his model.
Reprogramming initiated. Time to stasis end: 730 days 0 hours 0
minutes.
So he waited.
At 4 days 3 hours 13 minutes fate intervened. Doctor Mark Johnson was
in a fatal car accident. The front scanning radar on his Porche failed, he
never even knew what hit him.
+++
"Well, boys, it looks like we've got a lot of work ahead of us."
Doctor Sheila Nash was the late Doctor Johnson's niece. Her and her
brother and cousin, John and Rick, were his only surviving relatives. She was
executrix of his will, and they had to catalog his belongings for the court.
"Do we have to go over everything the old geezer had?"
"Yes, John, everything." She hated the way her brother whined.
"What about those famous dolls?" Rick asked.
Sheila had been wondering about that herself. How do you place a
value
on something that unique?
"Let's check them out."
Sheila nodded and they went to the ballroom.
"God," Rick said, "I think I'm in heaven!"
"They're dolls, Rick, silly male fantasies."
"Didn't you ever play with dolls when you were a kid?" Rick asked her
with a sly grin on his face.
"No, I did not!"
"Bullshit, Sis," Her brother chimed in, "you had a Barbie collection
just like this."
"I doubt anyone ever had a Barbie collection like this, Johnny," Rick
said. "I wonder if Uncle played with his dolls?" Rick went up to the blonde
Barbie and pulled up her dress. "Geeze, she's wearing panties." He pulled
them
down. "Jesus!"
"What?" Brother and sister asked simultaneously.
"She's... She's got a... You know! She looks perfectly normal, except
there's no hair. And there's something going into her bum."
"Probably the stand that holds her up," Sheila opined.
"Kind of an odd place to put a stand, wouldn't you say?" Her brother
asked as he walked around the beautiful Barbie.
"What can I say, Uncle was an odd bird."
"Hey! There's wires coming out of here!"
"Where?" Rick asked, dropping the Barbie's skirt and joining his
cousin.
"Right here," John said, pointing. "They go into the floor here."
Sheila joined them. "Odd, why would you need a bunch of wires for a
doll?"
"Maybe that's what keeps her warm?" John offered.
"Maybe," Sheila agreed. "Uncle must have had a control room
somewhere.
It didn't take them long to find it, though they had to break the
door
to open it up because none of the keys fit. John logged into the computer and
choose 'status' as the most logical option. A host of graphs sprung up on the
display.
"Oh my god," Sheila said, after studying the displays for a while.
"What?" John asked, turning to his sister.
Sheila took a step back, bumping into the wall of the small room.
"Those aren't dolls, they're people."
"Of course they're dolls, Sheila. You saw them. What, do you think
some girl is going to stand up there like that while I inspect her vagina?"
Rick asked.
"No, look at those displays! Look at the last entry for each 'doll'."
John and Rick studied the display, trying to see what Sheila had.
"Time in stasis?" Rick asked.
"Exactly. They're in stasis. Why would you have life function
displays
for a bunch of dolls?"
Rick stared at his cousin, trying to figure out if she was serious.
"You mean those are real women out there? They're just frozen somehow?"
Sheila nodded.
"He wouldn't..."
"He couldn't..."
"He did. The sick bastard did." Sheila said.
"How do we wake them up?" John asked.
"I have no idea, nothing like this has ever been done!"
"He really was a genius, wasn't he?" Rick asked.
"A sick genius." Sheila agreed. "This is state of the art, way beyond
anything anyone else can do. Look at that first one, she's been here almost
ten years!"
"Good lord," Rick said, "we have to wake them up!"
"How?!?" Sheila was feeling hysterical, the thought of some poor
woman
being frozen as a doll for ten years made her sick. "John, you're the big
computer expert. Go over everything in Uncle's system, there has to be a way
to wake them up without killing them."
John nodded and started typing.
+++
Four hours later he joined his cousin and sister in the dining room.
"That was one hell of a system to crack, I'll tell you." He said as
he
sat down. "I've got good news and bad news." They stared at him. "The good
news is that we don't have to do anything. In three days one of them will be
waking up all by herself. I wouldn't advise trying to hurry things."
"One of them?" Rick asked.
"What about the others?" Sheila wanted to know.
"That's the bad news," John said with a sigh. "They're dead already."
"What?"
"The blonde? The one whose dress you were lifting, Rick? She's alive
and is set to come out of stasis in three days. The other ones are basically
dead. Their bodies are fine, but their brains are scrambled by whatever Uncle
did to them. Turn the machine off and pop," John snapped his fingers, "they
die."
"Oh shit," Sheila said, burying her head in her hands.
"So the sick fucker killed nine people for his little collection?"
"Eleven, actually. He mentions two 'experiments' that didn't work. I
gather the results weren't pretty. He didn't just put these girls into
stasis,
he was doing something else to them too."
"What?"
"I don't know, I can't get into the protected archives yet. Something
about making them perfect. Evidently they didn't start out looking the way
they do now."
"What about this girl that's supposed to come out of stasis? Why is
she coming out of stasis?" Sheila asked her brother.
"I'm not entirely sure. He was doing something to her, something he
called 'reprogramming'. It was supposed to take two years, uncle didn't quite
last long enough to see it through. In three days the computer will wake her
up automatically. Until then I'm afraid to do anything more, I don't want to
kill her too."
"Great," Rick shook his head, "just great. What about the others?"
"I don't know, I guess we let them die peacefully. I can't think of
anything else to do."
"How?"
"Take them off of those poles. That'll bring them out of stasis and
then..."
"Oh great. What a fucking mess. Just what we need, a room full of
dead
Barbie dolls. We can't take them off of those poles, Johnny, how in the world
would we explain nine dead bodies? What, are you going to do, call up a
mortician and say 'Excuse me, but I've got nine dead beautiful girls here,
could you take care of them for me?'."
"Fine, then what are we supposed to do?"
"Leave them there," Sheila replied, "maybe we can think of something
later. But after the other one is back in the land of the living."
+++