"Now Baby Doll," Patricia purrs in your ear as she fondles your breasts, "as much as I would love to duck out what little brains you have left, I'm afraid we have to work for a living."
She gets out of bed and walks toward the bedroom's closet. You try to follow her but unexpectedly topple to the floor.
Patricia giggles."Silly me, I forgot to mention-look at your feet."
You glance down at end of your legs and see that your feet are smaller and more feminine looking than before.
And shaped in the tip-toe position.
"Put these on." Patricia hands you a pair of very high heeled platform sandals. "You're a living Barbie doll, for me to dress up and play with whenever I want."
You follow her to the dresser; she takes out a bra, panties and a slip. "We're about the same size; put these on."
"Can't I just-." You glance in the direct of your clothes.
"They won't fit you anymore. " Patricia quickly dresses herself in a pair of jeans and a frumpy grey sweatshirt, then ties her hair in a messy ponytail. "Besides, I wear the pants in this relationship, Baby Doll. From now on you wear nothing but dresses, skirts, and tights.
You nod in submission; you no longer have any true free will. You are Patricia's slave, to do with as she wills.
You manage to fit your rather large breasts into the bra and are about to put on the panties when Patricia thumps her head. "I almost forgot,"
In Patricia's hand is what looks like a nylon belt with a lock dangling from it.
"A chastity belt." Your new mistress slips it around your waist and secured the lock over you vagina. "To remind you that sweet honey in you pot is MINE. And nobody else's."
After pulling up the panties over the belt and donning the slip; you next sit down in a chair by the dresser. Patricia brushes your hair, then pulls it back into a tight conservative bun.
Nest she gives you dash of lipstick and mascara. "I wish we had time for more but we don't. We'll have to play dress up later."
Finally Patricia puts you in a full length floral dress with a lace collar and white shawl.
Looking at your reflection you pout. "I look like a mousy plain jane."
"A cute mousy plain jane." Patricia smirks. "And sometimes it's best not to look to attractive." Seeing your puzzles look she adds, "Why do you think I'm dressed like a frump? We're going to have to be out where there are MEN. Do you want horny, hairy guys staring at you greedily; undressing and groping you with their lust filled eyes?" You shudder at the thought. "We dress sexy for when we are performing live, or out on a date-or alone together."
And now you have a whole new fear. "Scott and Tyrone-can they be-?"
Patricia gives you a reassuring hug. "That man-phobia of yours is so adorable. Don't worry, Baby Doll, my brother and Tyrone are both homophobic enough that the fact you were male less than two hours ago will kill whatever attraction they might feel for you. As for Violet-she doesn't swing our way;even if she did she's not my type. I like submissive, stupid, timid bimbos-which is exactly what I made you into. Now come Dolly Barbera."
Seeing your puzzled look Patricia adds, "Your new name. Unless you'd prefer a different one.
You try to think; maybe a feminine version of your old name-only you can't remember what your old name was. You can't remember much about your old life, only that it was boring and pathetic and going nowhere.
Taking the small mincing steps causes by your shoes and the new shape of your feet you follow the blonde goddess whose property you now are out of the trailer and into the building for rehearsal.