Jasmine was in trouble. In a moment of weakness six months ago, sheÕd cheated on her boyfriend Ronald. But she loved Ronald terribly, and couldnÕt stand the thought of living without him. Her confession had a mixed response. On the positive side Ronald didnÕt leave her. However, ever since he learned the truth Ronald grew more and more distant from Jasmine. Now Jasmine feared that Ronald was losing interest in her, and she even suspected him of cheating on her.
She couldnÕt lose him! Jasmine was so desperate to keep Ronald, sheÕd agreed to role-play in one of RonaldÕs power tripping fantasies. At his request, she bought a magical key capable of turning its wearer into an obedient, life-size windup doll. The wearerÕs skin would be turned to plastic and she would be unable to resist almost any commands given to her by the owner. There were two exceptions. The eyes and the mouth remain untransformed. The former is a side effect of the wearer still being conscious and is able to move their eyes despite lacking control over the rest of their body. The mouth remains untransformed for safety and communication reasons. Should the wearer want to be turned back, they canÕt do it themselves so they need to be able to speak and request their owner to change them back.
Jasmine dressed herself in her favorite outfit, the pink latex one piece. She decided to play the submissive role and bound herself in chains to fuel RonaldÕs domineering fantasies and to rekindle the relationship. As a final touch, she touched the new magic key to her lower back. She could feel it spring to life on its own tightly adhering itself to her body, burrowing through the outfit. Jasmine was stunned by the sudden animation of the key and the feeling of it connecting to her spine.
Ronald didnÕt wait for the key's magical properties to take effect before he indulged in his fantasy. Seeing Jasmine, a girl with severe selfishness issues and a cheater, finally acting subservient to him was delightful. He immediately ordered her to clean the dishes on the counter top.
Jasmine gave Ronald a scornful look. ÒDonÕt you think we should move to the bedroom while the transformation takes effect? I want to be the focus of your attention, not spend my time cleaning dishes!Ó
ÒShut up and clean the dishes, NOW!Ó Ronald ordered.
ÒWell that isnÕt the fun kind of submission I want to do. If you donÕt want to play with me then IÕm taking off this stupid key and ending this game before it begins!Ó Jasmine tried to reach to her back, but her handcuffs prevented her. She squirmed to no avail. Her wrists were locked together and the key in her back was starting to transform the girl. She could feel her abdomen turning into plastic.
ÒYouÕre a doll. YouÕre a Barbie. Like a real Barbie, from now on youÕre going to be obsessed with keeping your house clean and making tea.Ó Ronald smiled an evil smile.
ÒRonaldÉ.youÕre scaring me. Let me out of the cuffs. I donÕt want to go through with the transformation anymore.Ó
ÒSorry Barbie, but whatÕs done is done. You may as well accept your plastic fate. I can already feel the transformation spreading through your shoulders.Ó Ronald caressed Jasmine where her skin became plastic. ÒNow we just need to gag you, because Barbies donÕt talk.Ó
Jasmine was terrified. Eyes wide, she shrank away from Ronald but there was nowhere to run. She was backed into a corner. The corner by the sink and the dishes sheÕd soon be washing.
ÒPlease! No! Not a gag! My mouth is the only thing I get to control while in doll form. Please! IÕm not a Barbie. IÕm Jasmine. Call me by my real name, Ronald! I donÕt want to be a doll anymore. I donÕt want to be called Barbie!Ó Jasmine pleaded.
But as the transformation swept through her body her chances of escape plummeted. Her new plasticized body would obey RonaldÕs commands. Jasmine couldnÕt run even if she had a clear escape route.
ÒPlease donÕt do this! Turn me back. I donÕt want to MMMMRRRGGPPPHH!Ó JasmineÕs cries were cut short as the ball gag filled her mouth.
ÒThere we go. ItÕs not a smile, but at least you're quiet. Now be a good Barbie and do the dishes like youÕre told,Ó Ronald beamed.
Jasmine, horrified at her new and completed predicament, could help but obey. Her doll limbs were no longer under her control and immediately set to scrubbing the dirty cutlery. Ronald watched her for a few minutes, enjoying watching the princess slave away.
ÒIÕm heading out,Ó Ronald broke his smug silence. ÒWhen youÕre done with the dishes, start cooking a nice meal for two, BarbieÓ
ÒMMRRGHPHH, Nnnrrmmm, Ronnnnrrrd!Ó Jasmine wailed into her gag. But it was no use. Ronald just left and poor Jasmine was forced to carry out her masterÕs wishes. No longer in control of her body, she couldnÕt help but think about her punishment and treatment. It was bad enough to be turned into a doll, but she really hated being called Barbie. The whole endeavor was supposed to raise RonaldÕs interest in her. THIS wasnÕt how it was supposed to go. He was supposed to see how sorry she was and how much she wanted to make it up to him. Now he was calling her ÔBarbieÕ and was being mean to her and that wasnÕt the plan at all.Ó She thought to herself as horrified realization and panic began to really sink in. ÒBarbie is a horrible nicknameÓ she thought to herself, ÒI am not an air headed toy.Ó She decided. Until she realized what an air headed move it had been to agree to this. ÒMay he is just toying with me. It will be alright. I can still make him love me.Ó Jasmine calmed herself with that thought, and finished the dishes and began working on a romantic meal, certain that he would come to his senses when he came home.
As she walked cross the floor she glimpsed at her reflection. Her flawless plastic skin is certainly a Barbie feature. The pink in the outfit suits a doll. Her blonde hair just screams ÔBarbieÕ.
Jasmine took another step. Her pretty little feet were now permanently arched for the high heels she was wearing. A classic Barbie doll trait. As she prepared food, her body seemed to contort itself into a sexy pose, bending on her new joints. A dollÕs joints!
Completely against her will she was forced to stick her butt out, presenting her smooth sexless groin.
The door opened and Ronald entered, accompanied by a girl Jasmine had never seen before. ÒWell Hannah, my new Barbie doll here will have our dinner prepared shortly,Ó proclaimed Ronald.
Jasmine was furious. Ronald wasnÕt playing out an intimate fantasy and forcing her to make a meal for the two of them. He was using her to make a meal for his new girlfriend! With Jasmine transformed and gagged, thereÕs no way for her to change back! SheÕd be this doll-slave forever!
Hannah gleefully skipped up behind Jasmine and inhaled deeply. ÒAh, smells delicious. Good job, Barbie,Ó she said as she slapped JasmineÕs protruding butt.
ÒDonÕt call me Barbie!Ó Jasmine nearly shouted, but didnÕt. It couldnÕt serve any point. She couldnÕt form intelligent words with the gag in her mouth. And her heart wasnÕt in it. Deep down Jasmine knew that the real her wouldnÕt stand for this treatment. Yet here she was, powerless to do anything about it. So she wasnÕt really Jasmine, not when she was transformed like this. The poor blonde doll had a crushing realization as she wobbled on her plastic arched feet.
She realized that Barbie really was a very fitting name.