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Post by cheefyboy on May 3, 2005 4:15:49 GMT -5
hi,
very very nice little story!!!
can't wait for the next chapter!!
and even more for the corruption of the lovely innocent daisy... could she be the next totally fake totally nasty porn sensation!!??
now the barbie has gained power from her mom could daisy go to the limit??
hope so...
SL/CB..
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Post by day 5 on May 13, 2005 14:28:00 GMT -5
Great story but I'm twitching for the next part. This is the part of bimbo stories I really look forward to - the point where the formally normal woman becomes a complete and total bimbo-porn s.lut. Over the top sex-drive, implants, tattoos, piercings. The more she gets modified the more she wants it modified even more extreme and of course she'll want even more for her daughter...
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Post by whiterabbit on May 13, 2005 16:07:56 GMT -5
yeah, the next chapter is more or less Pay-off, which is why it's a b*tch to write..... still trying to work it out. Do have a nice idea to continue te story of Daisy, so, well, I'll do my best to write something worthwhile...
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Post by whiterabbit on May 15, 2005 9:18:22 GMT -5
Day 5 - part 1
Mandi woke up. Waking up had become, over the week, one of her favorite moments of the day. Every morning she felt like she was more alive than the previous day, though she couldn’t remember or focus on things that had changed, she simply had felt better every day. Maby it was the sweet little doll sitting next to her, the sexy barbie doll she had gotten from her wonderful aunt. Mandi momentarily felt a moment of sadness wash over her, knowing her favorite aunt had passed away, her inspirator, her role-model. Adrienne was such a wonderful, sexual, free and careless being, Mandi wished she could be half the woman she had been. Well, judging their cupsize Mandi was well on her way to approach that desire, her E-cup tits might not be as big as Adrienne’s giant jugs, they still were absolutely spectacular.
The thought made her touch her tits, pinching her puffy nipples with her long, fake, pink nails. That action resulted in the usual ritual of masturbation Mandi went through each morning. She shoved three fingers in her smooth and wet c.unt using her other hand to violently tug at her right boob. Her body slided up and down, across the pink silk encompassing her almost nude body. She realised she still wore her stiletto heels, as wel as her black fishnet stockings. She must have forgotten to take them of last night, probably because she was too high from all the drugs she took. Speaking of which, she could use some coke right now, just to get her up and running.
So after she came, she got up out of her big, heart-shaped bed, and walked towards her make-up table, sitting in the corner of her decadent bedroom. On it still lay a couple of lines of coke, maby leftovers from last night, she couldn’t really remember anymore...So mandi bent over the table, feeling the soft long curls of her platinum blonde hair brush past her face. Her fake tits almost touched the table as she put a tube in her nose and snorted a line of coke. The effect came almost instantly, as Mandi felt herself awaken. She immediatly felt amazing, as if she was the best and hottest piece of ass in the world. She giggled aloud and looked in the mirror, seeing her own spaced out face of lust smiling back at her. Her large, collageen lips were still covered in a thick coat of shining dark purple gloss and her eyelids still hung low because of the long fake lashes she had also forgotten to take off last night. She looked like an absolute s.lut, and she loved it!
She sensually swayed over to the bathroom, to take a nice long and hot bath in her large jacuzzi. The soft, almost, pink light that lit the bathroom bathed everything in a sensual glow and Mandi felt herself getting hot again, simply from walking around, naked & high. She let the jacuzzi fill with water as she took off her heels and stockings and then she let her naked body slide down into the hot, bubbling water. After only a little while she began to get so aroused she needed relief again. So she grabbed the large golden dildo lying next to her, a gift from one of her coworkers, and started to pleasure herself. She got so caught up in the moment, that she slowly rose out of the water, pushing herself against the marble wall, with only her legs in the water, as she rougly pushed the dildo in and out of her wet c.unt. She began to get vocal, began to scream obscenities as if she was performing. She began to feel more and more as if she was in front of a camera. It must have been the habit of work, she decided. Being a Pornstar had meant for Mandi that everytime she had sex, off or on the working floor, she felt like a performer, she had a hard time seeing the blurry line between work and simple pleasure, especially since she was under the influence of some sort of drugs so often.
As she came hard, the tiny bit that was left of her rational mind began to think more about work and after a while she remembered that she had a shoot this day, and she was already late. So Mandi lazily got out of the jacuzzi and began to prepare herself for work. An hour later she swayed downstairs, her make-up refreshed and her heels and stockings back on. The rest of her was still nude, as most of her clothing lay piled around in her large living room. A couple of thongs lay on a pink sofa, from which she picked a tiny, bright red thong to put on over her shaven c.unt, just covering her flame-tatoo above her clit. A pile of silk was located in front of the large plasma tv, covering most of her porn-dvd’s. Out of the pile she grabbed a thin, shiny silk, pink, top which she pulled over her fake tits. It came down just below her tits, not even close to reaching her body below her tits, but she loved the way it looked on her. “Maby I should pierce one of my nipples...” Mandi thought,”it would look wicked beneath this top” she said, giggling out loud.
Continuing to look for clothes, she stumbled on a pile of mini-skirts on which lay a half-empty bottle of tequila. She first drank a healthy amount of the liquor, after which she grapped at random in the pile and found a loose black miniskirt, that came down just below her c.unt. If she swirled around it would rise up and show her tiny thong to the world, not to mention her spectacular, surgically enhanced, big and round ass. She loved it. Finishing off, she put on some jewelry, a pair of expensive sunglasses, grabbed her leather handbag, and left the house, getting in her bright red cabrio corvette and racing off, not caring she was high as a kite from the drugs and liquor.
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As Mandi arrived on the set she saw four guys standing at the entrance, apparently awaiting her arrival. One of them was Steve, the director, and someone Mandi f**ked regularly. “Hi, Mandi” He said as she arrived. “Hi! Steve...giggle, hooowww are you today....?” She asked, sensually. “Well, we were waiting on you, you’re two hours late!” He said, sternly. “Oopsie, I’m soooo sorry steve! How can I make it up to you?” She said as she thrust her spectacular bust forward. Steve looked at the guys next to him and smiled,”Now, who wanted a ride on this b.itch?” He asked the guys. They all smiled and within moments all four of them were busy getting pleasure out of Mandi.
Mandi loved every minute off it. She felt so powerful. Even though she was late, she only had to wink at the right guys to get away with it. Sure, she also had to f.uck them, but since she enjoyed that part herself, she didn’t count it as something she Had to do, she would have f.ucked them even if they didn’t insist on it.
In truth, Mandi was a big attraction on the set. Everybody could have sex with her, if they only thought up a stupid excuse, she always bought it, ‘cause she was too stupid to see the set-up. She hadn’t always been this gullible or stupid, but the drugs she regularly took had destroyed a lot of her capacity to think straight. Nobody really minded this taking-advantage-of-Mandi, because besides being gullible, she also was know as a pregnant dog. An arrogant s.lut is how most co-workers would describe her. Because she had undergone so many surgical operations she had by-far the most spectacular body of everyone around her, which had made her incredibly succesful, which had given her an incredible ego. But well, as stated before, everyone used her, so everyone could cope with her big ego...
Her session of sex with the four guys was only the start of Mandi’s day. By the end of the day she had worked of a dozen of sex-scenes, all of which she enjoyed. She was insatiable and really got into every act. Half-way through the day, Mandi lay on a bed, in front of the crew. Three guys had just f.ucked her and she was now covered in sperm. The camera had stopped rolling but Mandi was still into it, and licked off the sperm from her big tits, partly encased by a too small lacy pink/black bra. The crew just smiled at the sight... “I soooo LOVE my job guys!” She said invitingly to everyone, but the crew went on to film another scene, without Mandi. Mandi shrugged it off,”I’m probably too much for them...” she thought. In her mind, she was the queen of the set...
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Post by whiterabbit on May 15, 2005 9:19:44 GMT -5
So when Mandi arrived back home that night, hand in hand with a female co-worker, Naomi, she thought Naomi had came along because Mandi requested it, while in truth Noami just wanted a good night of sex and drugs for free, which was exactly what she got at Mandi’s place. Naomi wasn’t such a fake-looking s.lut as Mandi, opting more for the natural look, with a tight, athletic body, small breasts and a natural sensual look. Mandi didn’t really thought Naomi looked beautiful, but didn’t care either, she knew Naomi knew a thing or two about sex and could be an amazing sex-partner.
The two started making out in Mandi’s livingroom, but ended the night in her bathroom. Mandi had pleasured Naomi several times and was now enjoying a good oral-pleasuring from Naomi as she lay down over the edge of the jacuzzi. “come on b.itch, f**k me harder with your tongue!” Mandi shouted out. Naomi would normally rebute too such verbal abuse, but was now too high from all the drugs to care. “Shut up you w.hore and just enjoy it!” Naomi shouted as she continued to lick Mandi’s c.unt. Naomi felt herself becoming more agressive and started to tug at Mandi’s t.its. She didn’t notice that her own breasts were slowly growing.
Mandi simply moaned in pleasure as Naomi began to grab her t.its. When she came, she took another hit of coke and lay some of the coke down on one of her fake tits. She them took Naomi’s head in her hand and forced her to sniff up the coke from her tit. Naomi was too high to resist and complied, after which she felt soo high she almost passed out. Mandi grabbed the golden dildo again to wake Naomi up again. Naomi began to giggle at that and began too rub her own big, fake, tits. She loved Mandi, loved her fake look, and enjoyed being her lover. They ended up 69’ing each other. This f.uckfest continued until, at the break of dawn, the both were exhausted and fell asleep on top of each other, in the hot, steamy, dimly lit, bathroom. Naomi had been changed, over the course of the night, into a carbon copy of Mandi, a fake-looking, arrogant s.lut. Neighter of them realised this had happened, and neighter of them realised this had happened because of a certain barbie-doll, which had glown again this night, in response to the arrival of new blood....
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Post by whiterabbit on May 15, 2005 9:20:17 GMT -5
Daisy sat on the bus on Friday morning, with a smile on her face. She had enjoyed her week at her grandparents house, but longed for her own home again. She had missed her mother the last few days, and eagerly awaited the moment she could hug her again. She thought it was odd that her mother hadn’t called her at all this week, something she usually did plenty, but decided not to worry about it. She was curious as to what her mother had been doing last week, and how she would react to seeing her daughter again. Sure, Daisy had only be gone a week, but her relation with her mom was so strong, that one week really made her miss her mom, and she was sure her mom would feel the same.
Daisy left the bus and walked the last part to her house. It was 10 ‘o clock and she imagined her mother was already awake and was already busy preparing lunch for the two of them. She remembered her mom had promised to take the day off and Daisy looked forward to a whole day just with her mom. She almost hopped along to her house, her short brown pony bouncing along with her, her backback swaying left and right. She wondered what her mom would think of her new sweater, made by her grandma for her, it was dark green with motives of flowers sewn into it, Daisy loved it.
As he approached her house, she slowed down. Something looked different. There was a big, expensive car parked sloppily across the driveway, some sort of shiny sportscar. “Who could it belong to?” Daisy wondered. As she came closer she looked through the front windows and saw the house looked messy inside. Daisy began to worry and quickly ran towards the door. She rang twice, but nobody answered. She then used the housekey, beneath the doormat. As she grabbed the key, she noticed it looked different, instead of the cute blue bunny attached to the keychain, she now saw a pink playboy logo attached to it. “What’s the joke?” She thought. She was too innocent to make the connection with playboy immediatly. She opened the door and went inside. What she saw shocked her. The whole room was a mess. There were bottles of liquor thrown around, weird, s.lutty clothes covered the floor, and there were signs of white powder everywhere. Also, the furniture looked different, more expensive. She quickly walked through the livingroom towards the stairs and climbed them. “Mom...Mooom!!” she called. “Mooom, where are you? What’s going on?”.
Daisy opened the door of her mothers bedroom and was shocked. It looked like a brothel. Everywhere there was s.lutty lingerie lying around, and her mom’s bed...it looked like a big heart, with mirror’s on the ceiling and on of the walls. She also saw a huge make-up table on one end of the room. “mom never used make-up...” she quietly said... She then heard a sound emitting from the bathroom, a moan. She quickly dropped her large backpack and went to the bathroom. When she opened the door she couldn’t believe her eyes, she was in shock. In it, she saw two woman lying on top of each other. Both of them looked like incredibly fake-looking hookers, Daisy thought. Their bodies were covered in deep tan, and had curves that couldn’t exist naturally. One of them had awakened and was looking up at the noise.
“O, hi Daisy...didn’t hear you enter. Please don’t start preaching, I was just enjoying the aftermath of an amazing night of f.ucking...” She said. It was her mother, Amanda...even though she was altered beyond belief, Daisy still recognized her.
Daisy screamed out loud and turned around back into the bedroom. “this is not happening... this is not happening... this is not happening...” she said repeatedly. “Come on, don’t be a b.itch Daisy, I’m still you’re mother, even though you hate my lifestyle..”. Her mother had followed her. “But mom,”Daisy said, as she began to sob,”I never saw you like this. Last week you were simply mom, now you’re suddenly this...this, this oversized...s.lut?!”,”is this a sort of midlife-crisis for you?” she asked.
“What are you talking about honey?” Her mother said, half coforting, half irritated. “Don’t deny who I am you little pregnant dog...god! How come you have grown up to be such a boring wuss. Why can’t I have a daughter who understands how to have FUN?!” Mandi said. Daisy just stared at her, not believing what she heard. “mom...I don’t know what is wrong with you, but I can’t take it! I, I have to leave” She said, crying. “Oh sure, leave again. I don’t care, ‘means that I can f.uck harder and longer and won’t have to mind you’re prude attitude!” Mandi said with a wicked smile on her face. She loved it when her daughter argued with her own lifestyle, Daisy never could stomach the remarks Mandi made to her, she was too innocent and too much a prude to talk back about the subjects Mandi came up with.Daisy ran downstairs to her own room, which had somehow remained the same, leaving her backpack in Mandi’s bedroom. She quickly grabbed some personal things, like her diary, and returned to Mandi’s room.
Mandi had taken the opportunity to put something in Daisy’s backpack. She hadn’t understood what it did, how it worked, but she somehow knew that the Barbie doll had made her feel better than ever. Maby Daisy should take it with her and she will begin to feel better soon. She always liked those dolls, Mandi remembered. Daisy was a really irritating daughter, and Mandi often didn’t want her around, but still, she did feel a certain love for Daisy and often wished she could be more like herself. Maby the doll will help.
When Daisy returned to Mandi’s room, Mandi had already stuffed the doll inside her backpack. Daisy put the diary and some other stuff in the frontcompartement of her backpack and grabbed it. “Mom, I’m going back to grandma & grandpa! If you’re over this weird mid-life crisis, call me!” Daisy said with mock-strength. Inwardly she was crying...she just couldn’t comprehend the situation, what had happened...it was too weird.
Mandi laughed at her daughter as she left the house again,”Prude little b.itch...” she mumbled. She then returned to the, still hot, bathroom, where she found Naomi, still lying next to the jacuzzi. “Nomi...wake up..wake up, you little s.lut” Mandi said sweetly. Naomi streched at that and opened her eyes. “Hi, mandi, goooddd, I still feel hiiiigghh, giggle” She said. They both laughed and started to f.uck each other again.
Mandi loved her life. Her work gave her pleasure everyday, and at home she always had Naomi, her lover, to please her. Naomi was almost like Mandi’s sister and they were inseperable, often being called the TwinQueens of porn, famous because of their amazing, enhanced bodies and insatiable lust. If only her estranged daughter would someday see the world as Mandi saw it....
Meanwhile, Daisy was sitting in a guestroom next to her bed. Her grandparents had recieved Daisy again with open arms when she arrived back at them in the evening. They heard her story and promised to call Amanda the next morning to question her behaviour. Daisy was glad for that but still felt terrible. She had quickly gone to the guestroom and secluded herself. She slowly unpacked her backpack. She read the last chapter of her diary, dated thursday..."...Had a great time here with my dear grandparents. I wish I could stay longer to help them with small jobs around the house, and maby we could go to the zoo together. But I also miss mom, and look forward too seeing her again tomorrow!..." Daisy began to cry as she read it and decided to put the diary down. As she unpacked the rest of her things she noticed a doll in her bag. She didn't remember putting it there. Hmmm, she thought, did mom put it there for me?
Even though she felt a sort of hate for how her mother treated her this morning, when she looked at the doll, and thought of her mom, it seemed like a sort of connection with her, so Daisy decided to put it next to her on the nightstand. Afterwards she quickly undressed herself, folded up her jeans and sweater, and put on her white nighty and white socks, and quickly crawled beneath the cotten sheets. Soon, sleep overcame her and she didn't notice anymore that the doll had begun to emit a strange glow....
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Post by whiterabbit on May 15, 2005 9:28:13 GMT -5
well, that's it for me. This is more or less the story I had in mind when starting to write. I hope it came out ok. especially the last part was tough to write. I also hope someone will pick up where I left off. Daisy is now the character to be changed. I had designed a sort of rule that the house in which the doll is located will change, and everyone inside it during the night, will change with it. But the outside world will be more or less immune to the change. I know I cheated on this rule sometimes by altering the workenviroment of Amanda, but in general this was my approach. What the change encompasses is left in the grey. In amanda's case, she became an arrogant, dim-witted, fake-looking pornstar-s.lut. but that doesn't mean everyone will change accordingly, at least, that's how I looked at it.
The fact that reality only changed inside the house, so the changes were not all encompassing made interesting because you could have a real conflict between Amanda and Daisy in the end which can now be solved. I would be interested to see what direction other people will want to steer Daisy into, how she might rebel against her grandparents etc...will she become a bad-girl, a coke-sleeper, a pornstar like her mom, or simply a vacant bimbo... Will they reunite in the end?
So all who feel like writing, please continue the story!
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Post by cheefyboy on May 19, 2005 7:25:46 GMT -5
hi wr, a fabulous transformation!! can't wait to see that happens to little miss innocent!! would love to see her slowly become a mega glam goth very *friendly* person, all bleached blonde and blue black with shaved and tattoed sides to her hair style, lots of piercings and tats.. smoker, drugs, latex, fishnet, lycra, massive platforms and heels... sort of marlyn manson's dream pornvery *friendly* person... loves her moms hardcore porn job and helps out with a mom and daughter combo... moves away from gran and granddad to become apart of a satan worhipping, drug selling, porn financed goth band as lead singer/very *friendly* person... ? leaving the doll for granny??? anyway great story!! can't wait for the next chapters!! SL. ;D
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Post by whiterabbit on May 26, 2005 9:27:02 GMT -5
thanx for the feedback cboy! anyone else want to give some feedback on it? or maby start up the next chapter?
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Post by TrippCollins1 on May 26, 2005 10:44:17 GMT -5
I am very impressed, it was a great story... I hope you decide to continue writing, if not barbie doll, then, someother story....
Are planing on submiting this to mcstories.com. or is one of those members privilages?
-Tripp
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Post by danavery *friendly* person on May 27, 2005 5:36:41 GMT -5
Every one who has touched this project has done far better then I could have ever suspected. I am one of those type who can come up with a concept but has not been given the tools and patience to build from there. I liked the way you reshaped her reality to suit the "Barbie's" curse. I so wish we could get some art work to go with this project I loved the idea Cheefyboy came up with about her daughter becomming a Nasty Goth S*ut. Especialy if she become a Junkie ride high on Horse. hehe At that point she can come back home to Mommy S*ut and find her behavior acceptable and even brings it up a notch.
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Post by scramblerj on May 29, 2005 14:13:14 GMT -5
Well the Barbie Doll Tale was a blast! I loved the changes made and would like to see more of Daisy as well. The Goth or Glam-Goth idea sounds nice as does the drug additction and wild life she would have. I'm a little lost when it comes to goth or glam-goth (guess I'm out of touch) to me I picture a gal with pale white skin, tons of black clothing and dark make-up. Seeing her with tattoos and tons of earings sound wicked, but if I was to try and write her that way I'm not sure that I could get the feel for her right. So any tips on a goth would be nice. I picture her waking up after that first effect of the doll with her tan gone and rather pale skin. She digs around for clothes and rather than her normal wear stuff finds a dark color long sleve shirt. As the day goes on she favors a dark mode of dress and her taste in music has changed from say pop to manson stuff. No her other mental changes are lost to me as I don't understand gothish. But I would see her maybe dying her hair or something, then the next day wake up with a few more earings. As time goes on she sets more and more very *friendly* person goth and fake looking until she is the drugged crazyed goth very *friendly* person with fake boobs like her mom, nose ring, nipple rings, clit ring and the whole works. Gets kicked out of grandpa and grandma's house leaving behind the doll by mistake and returns to her mom and a job as bimbo, porn goth very *friendly* person.
Any help woud be great!
-j-
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Post by Wuffy on May 30, 2005 15:28:12 GMT -5
I too like the idea of Daisy's transformation and like you I am not exactly sure of the whole goth thing. What I do love about the idea is Daisy being transformed into an almost opposite personality and body. Changing from a girl next door, tan teenager look to someone with pale skin, tons of piercings, extremely lewd tattoos, black hair, permanent 'evil' looking makeup, and perhaps a desire to be the butch and make her mother her lesbian sex slave. I imagine their videos would sell very well. Whatever you write, I'm sure we'll all like it, just be over-the-top as much as possible with Daisy.
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Post by whiterabbit on May 31, 2005 12:14:24 GMT -5
Hi everyone,
nice to see some replies and ideas for the continuation of the story!!! Thanx for the compliments! Enjoyed writing it more than I thought!
to tripcol1: nah, i'm not planning on putting it on mcstories.com. The idea was more or less to make the boards more interesting and take a bit of the pressure of of Grey (when I started the story he was struggling a bit with updates as we all know) by posting a story. I really think this board can become one of the main reasons for staying member, besides the grey-stories, as you might get a lively comminity in time who all can post something interesting. Because this board is for members only, it's also much less visited than mcstories.com for instance, so I think people will post a story more easily here, than on mcstories.com etc. I know it works for me!
Besides, Barbie doll works better in the theme of this site than as a real mind-control story.
As for the new ideas for Daisy's transformation. I like em! Just one comment; be careful with making Daisy a sort of dominant Goth who wants to control her very *friendly* personty mom as a sort of slave. It reminds me too much of a mother-daughter-dynamic we've seen before: Jamie's new Job. Not that that was a bad story, it's just, it's been done before, so why not try another road. Also remember, that in my story-line (though others may create alternative storylines of Amanda's descent) Mandi ends up as someone who is dumb, very *friendly* personty, arrogant etc. But she is not really a happy-giggling-simple-bimbo. I saw her more as someone who just doesn't comprehend the world around her, and doesn't care, she's too proud of herself too see that she's being used and is, by normal levels, pretty vacant. It's more about her not caring for thinking then the idea that she has a peanut-sized brain and basically is a moron.
O well, yet again, if someone wants to write some alternatives for this character, feel free! it's a free board as far as I can see so by all means! Just, if you want to continue the story, just wanted to explain a bit about where I think Mandi is at now.
Making Daisy a goth-very *friendly* person sounds interesting. In my story she was basically this: A loving daughter. Someone who was still a virgin, and didn't want to have sex yet. Someone who wasn't interested in appearances. Someone who was generous and always listened to her elders. Someone who was altruistic in a sense (would be interesting to focus part of the change on Daisy changing from Atruistic to Egocentric!). If she ends up as exactly the opposite, PLUS a heavy visual change, count me in!! I'd be thrilled to read it!!!
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Post by lovebarbievery *friendly* persons on Sept 9, 2011 10:15:07 GMT -5
Hi everyone, nice to see some replies and ideas for the continuation of the story!!! Thanx for the compliments! Enjoyed writing it more than I thought! to tripcol1: nah, i'm not planning on putting it on mcstories.com. The idea was more or less to make the boards more interesting and take a bit of the pressure of of Grey (when I started the story he was struggling a bit with updates as we all know) by posting a story. I really think this board can become one of the main reasons for staying member, besides the grey-stories, as you might get a lively comminity in time who all can post something interesting. Because this board is for members only, it's also much less visited than mcstories.com for instance, so I think people will post a story more easily here, than on mcstories.com etc. I know it works for me! Besides, Barbie doll works better in the theme of this site than as a real mind-control story. As for the new ideas for Daisy's transformation. I like em! Just one comment; be careful with making Daisy a sort of dominant Goth who wants to control her very *friendly* personty mom as a sort of slave. It reminds me too much of a mother-daughter-dynamic we've seen before: Jamie's new Job. Not that that was a bad story, it's just, it's been done before, so why not try another road. Also remember, that in my story-line (though others may create alternative storylines of Amanda's descent) Mandi ends up as someone who is dumb, very *friendly* personty, arrogant etc. But she is not really a happy-giggling-simple-bimbo. I saw her more as someone who just doesn't comprehend the world around her, and doesn't care, she's too proud of herself too see that she's being used and is, by normal levels, pretty vacant. It's more about her not caring for thinking then the idea that she has a peanut-sized brain and basically is a moron. O well, yet again, if someone wants to write some alternatives for this character, feel free! it's a free board as far as I can see so by all means! Just, if you want to continue the story, just wanted to explain a bit about where I think Mandi is at now. Making Daisy a goth-very *friendly* person sounds interesting. In my story she was basically this: A loving daughter. Someone who was still a virgin, and didn't want to have sex yet. Someone who wasn't interested in appearances. Someone who was generous and always listened to her elders. Someone who was altruistic in a sense (would be interesting to focus part of the change on Daisy changing from Atruistic to Egocentric!). If she ends up as exactly the opposite, PLUS a heavy visual change, count me in!! I'd be thrilled to read it!!!
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