No Shrimp on This Barbie Pt. 2 (Barbie TG)

“Mark, I had a nightmare. Can I come in?”

“Shit shit shit...” Was all Mark could mutter, the true weight of the situation dawning on him. This was either a fucked-up dream or somehow, he had actually become Margot Robbie’s body double. He couldn’t let Becca see him like this. Leaving the poor girl scared and alone would have broken Mark's heart, so she devised a plan. She got out of her chair, legs quivering, not fully recovered from the orgasm, and shakily made her way to her wardrobe, a new center of balance throwing her off with each step.

“Y-yes Becca, Mark’s out crook at the mo'... but guess who it is? Barbie! Let me just throw on a jumper-“

“BarbieBarbieBarbie!” Becca burst through the door, ignoring her poor sister’s warnings. Mark’s face flushed a deep red, her kid sister seeing her stark naked. Hands flew down to her crotch as she mumbled something out. “Becca just give Barbie a moment to chuck some clothes on, go get yourself a lollie in the meantime.”

Becca stared incredulously, crossing her arms petulantly as she declared “You’re not Barbie! You’re a faker! You sound like a kangaroo, and everyone knows Barbies don’t pee!’

Mark sighed, of all times for her sister to suddenly develop deduction skills, now was not the time. She tried to put on her best American accent, which was difficult considering she was forced to talk through an Aussie filter. “Like, what are you talking about babes?! I sound totally perfect like always! And of course, I uh don’t do girls business-” She had somehow managed to replace the filter, but it was hardly an improvement. She now sounded like an obnoxiously vapid valley girl. But that was the least of her concerns, faced with a sudden lack of feeling downstairs. Her newly constructed sex that had still been dripping with need suddenly went dry. Her hands grasped at it, feeling only smooth skin. “Aiiiiiiiii-LIKE O.M.G!!!!!” Her cringe inducing reaction was warranted, her crotch was no more.  The same was true for her rear, hole stitching up as her two bulbous cheeks jiggled.

“Why are you freaking out so much? You’re a really weird Barbie. Why are your feet flat and is your skin dirty or something? I though Mark was getting me a new one” She grumbled, her complaints bringing on yet more changes.

Mark’s feet jutted upwards, perched into a perfectly poised permanent arc. What should have been a painful alien experience instead felt natural. What did feel strange was a pleasurable tingling across her body, Margot’s already perfect skin becoming unnaturally perfect. Her faint cellulite was a thing of the past, stretch marks fading into nothingness as she took on an almost plastic like sheen.

“Y-yeah, I’m a new Barbie, but you know it’s not very nice to like, insult me. I just want to be your friend!” Mark pleaded, hoping if she stopped insulting her the horrifically absurd changes would stop.

“Ok I’m sorry, you’re really pretty Barbie! But where are your clothes and makeup? I don’t know if I can do it as good as it looks in pictures, can you show me how?” Becca blushed, embarrassed at her lack of skill.

Barbie Mark was overwhelmed by a flurry of new sensations. A slight tickle on his shoulders as he found himself in a flowing pink and white sundress, panties snug against her non-existent privates. It pressed in slightly around her widened hips, a strap fastened by a perfectly tied bow that she could somehow remember exactly how to do. Her ears tinged in slight pain as seashell earrings clipped on to her lobes, matching a beaded necklace and bracelet that now adorned her bodacious bod.  Bright pink heels fastened themselves to her feet, pushing her heigh up a few inches, the outfit topped off by a gloriously fabulous sunhat, matching the checkerboard pattern on her dress.

“Well, I’m already dressed silly~ But let me show you how I get my makeup and hair done every morning” Mark wasn’t sure if she was gaslighting herself or Becca. She was both sure these clothes had suddenly appeared on him, but another increasingly loud voice in her head insisted she dressed herself like she did every day. After all, she reasoned, who else but Barbie could have picked out such a perfect outfit.

Mark Barbie made her way to a vanity mirror that she only just noticed. But that was a silly thought, her vanity had always been right next to her pink queen bed.  She sat down, looking intently at the empty mirror frame. “Just watch and you’ll be an expert in no time!” Barbie said with a giddy smile. She pulled out some lipstick, applying it by placing it just an inch above her lips and delicately tracing her kissers. Perfectly applied lipstick appeared, as Becca stared awestruck. Barbie continued in a similar manner, blush, mascara, eyeliner all applied flawlessly through childish imitations. “Now for the trickiest part, my hair! I use lots of conditioner so it’s always perfect” She babbled on, pulling out a brush and stroking the mane. Despite her hat, Barbie’s hair moved itself into a perfectly styled ponytail, bangs contouring her immaculate makeup.

“And ta-dah! I’m ready to hit the town with all the Barbies!”

Becca was awestruck “Wow that was amazing, I wish Mark was here to see you…”

Barbie’s eyes went wide. Mark found himself back in control, utterly petrified. He had suddenly lost himself, acting on autopilot like a perfect Barbie.

“N-no Becca I’m Ma-jorly excited for my beach day tomorrow!” No that’s not what he wanted to say. His brain panicked, he tried to move his body but once again it was out of his control. He felt his thoughts grow slow and heavy, eyes fluttering as a pink haze began snuffing out any hints of icky boy thoughts.

“Me too Barbie!” Becca exclaimed, before being interrupted *Knock Knock Knock* “Becca, I know you’re having fun with your new Barbie but it’s bedtime soon” an all too familiar voice rang out. The door opened revealing Mark, Barbie’s eyes glazing over.

"No that’s the real Mark! I’m Barbie! No that’s right! I’m a totally amazing  girl and Becca’s  best friend. I can’t wait for our beach day together!" Barbie fluttered her eyes once more, a smile plastered on her face as she forgot whatever had been bothering her. She was such an airhead sometimes, lucky for her she had smart friends like President Barbie! Barbie took a deep breath, as she made her way to her super comfy bed. She hopped on the covers fully clothed, falling asleep almost instantly. Her last thoughts were of how excited she was for her perfect day tomorrow.

Becca put her new Barbie away on the bed of the dream house her brother had just bought her. “Thanks soooo much Mark, you’re the best brother ever! This barbie is the best, we’re gonna be best friends forever!”

Mark chuckled as he tussled his sister’s hair. “Thanks sis now let’s get ready for bed, you brush your teeth and I’ll move Barbie’s house over to your room.”

“Okay!” She ran off as Mark turned his attention over to the Barbie doll. A knowing smile creeped on his face as he leaned down and spoke to her.

“I’m sorry but I needed a taste of real life. But trust me, life in plastic it’s fantastic!”