"Oh my I think that would be absolutely perfect!" She grins as she directs you to take out the outfit she was referring to. "I'm sure you'll look just darling!" As you look at the ensemble, your eyes widen in abject horror. "Oh come on Sis you can't be serious.. I'll look like a complete idiot!"
"Well that is sort of the idea." She giggles. "Now strip down and i'll help you put it on."
You blushingly do as she commands as in a manner of seconds you find yourself laying down on the ground butt naked.
"You little lady are going to be the cutest doll there ever was." She begins to hum as she gets to work, beginning by taking out a nice and fluffy white diaper from the outfit, lay it under you, apply a good amount of baby powder, and finish off by taping the humiliating garment over your crotch.
"There now, doesn't the little baby feel so much more secure?" Isabel teases as she patts the Disney princess decorated front. "Time for the rest of your outfit!" She grins as she proceeds to stand you up and work her magic once more. Her humming ringed throughout the household as she lavishes you in all manner of embarrassing attire. First come the bright pink tights that went up each leg and stopped at the diaper, along with matching tightly locked Mary Janes. Next come the hair and makeup. You wish so badly that you could just go off and hide someplace as you find your face being done up to look like a barbie doll, your lips and cheeks decked out in a nice dark shade of red while your eyelashes are curled and extended like some kind of cartoon character. But the face-paint alone was not nearly enough to distract from the most humiliating part of the upper section. Your hair had been mangled in the worst ways possible. Your once manly and messy long rocker hair has subsequently been groomed into a mess of ridiculousness. Your hair now goes down your head in long tube that stick off your head and into the air via large
But all of that paled in comparison to the Coup de gras that your dignity has suffered because of the worst detail of the lot. The dress. The dress you had been forced to wear was an oh so adorable pink party dress with big puffy sleeves, an uncountable number of petticoats layering the incredibly revealing skirt, and a huge bow tying
"Oh dear you may be the most pwecious wittle dolly i've ever laid my eyes on!" She cooed as she pinched your ever growing redder cheeks.
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