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Olivia had never been a very big Barbie fan, or even dolls in general. Besides the fact that something about their lifeless eyes freaked her out, she simply thought the whole perfect blue eyed blonde girl who could do anything she wanted just seemed really childish.

There were Barbie astronauts, and princesses, and scuba divers. While it seemed like a fun dream scenario, at some point every little girl needed to grow up and go to college and get a real job. They couldn’t be childish dreamers forever.

Even when Olivia had been a kid she had always made fun of any other girls who played with Barbie dolls despite the golden blonde hair she shared with the thing. “You might as well be toddlers,” She would say. “Only babies play with things like Barbie’s.” Despite all of the arguments that Olivia had gotten into over the year over the issue, her beliefs in her opinion only increased rather than decreased over time. Even now that she was nearing the age of 20, she still found herself laughing at anyone who would even show a slim interest in Barbie dolls. She’d chuckle or roll her eyes at them, and in a very pompous voice say, “Whatever, while you are off playing with your little Barbie dollies, I’ll be out there working a real job and getting towards my next promotion.”

Unfortunately for her, Olivia’s little sister Nancy was no exception to her teasing when it came to Barbie’s. Despite knowing her older sisters opinion on the dolls, 7 year old Nancy had always found the little blonde dolls exciting and pretty. Going against her sister’s wishes, Nancy had asked for one of the dolls for Christmas and to Olivia’s annoyance, had received one. As the younger girl unwrapped the thing Olivia looked on with almost amusement on her face. She had always known that her sister was nowhere near the maturity level of herself, but this was clearly a new low for the girl.

Even though her sister loved the doll, Olivia’s teasing over the next several weeks were harsh. “Oh come on,” Olivia yelled out, after one argument. “I’m telling you. It’s just a stupid doll! What are you gonna cry about it? Listen to me Nancy. No one will ever be able to take you seriously if you play with dumb things like that. I’m doing you a favor.”

“No! Give it back!” Nancy cried out as her sister carried her precious doll to the sink. With one little flip of a switch, Olivia had turned on the garbage disposal and ruthlessly shoved the doll down the drain. “No!” Nancy cried out, but Olivia held her back as the doll was destroyed.

“Trust me, you’ll thank me for this one day.”

*****

That night, their Mother heard all about what had happened, and even though she screamed at Olivia, she could tell that nothing was getting through to the stubborn girl. After shouting at her older daughter, their Mother had sat and thought for a while. She knew that she could always just make Olivia buy her a new Barbie, but what would that solve? Nothing. The girl needed to learn a lesson. She had once heard about a unique punishment for children who ever acted to childish. She had always thought of it as too extreme of a measure for her daughters, especially her older one who was almost two decades old. Then again, at this point, it might just be the perfect solution.

*****

Needless to say, things quickly changed around the household. The day after the garbage disposal incident Olivia had woken up to get ready for work and had found something very strange. All of her clothes had been replaced with new ones. She looked in her drawers and her closet to find a vast array of very colorful and childish clothes. Olivia never wore dresses, (Too childish.) but now in her closet the things that were hanging up were almost exclusively dresses.

She walked into her Mother’s room wearing the only adult-like thing she still had, her pajamas, and demanded an explanation. Her Mother calmly explained to the girl that for punishment for destroying her sister’s doll and for making fun of her, she would temporarily replace the girl’s doll. “I’m lucky you haven’t grown that much. Most of your old clothes should still fit you.”

Olivia was left baffled as her Mother led both her and Nancy back into her room and explained to both of them the new situation. She told them that for the foreseeable future, Nancy would pick out her sisters outfits for the day and Olivia had no choice but to obey her sister’s choices. “You haven’t even seen the best part yet.” Her Mother said. Olivia did not like the sound of that.

Both girls were left baffled as their Mother pulled a package of pull-ups out of a Walmart bag. “What the hell are those?” Olivia said, astonished.

“Watch your language, young lady.” Her Mother warned. She then proceeded to explain to them both that as part of her outfits Olivia would be wearing the pull-ups on a daily basis and would be expected to use them for their intended purposes.

This broke the camel’s back for Olivia as she began to scream at her Mother and refuse the whole thing. “There is no way I’m gonna fucking wear these, much less use them.” Olivia found out pretty instantly that saying something like that was a sure fire way to find oneself over their Mother’s lap no matter how old they were.

After a merciless spanking, Olivia whimpered and rubbed her sore bottom as her Mother explained. “My house, my rules! You’re 19 now, if you don’t like it then you can find someplace else.”

After that, Olivia had been miserably following her Mother’s rules without question. She had expected the punishment to only go on for a few days at the most, but it was already nearing two weeks since she’d been in this stuff. The first time she wet herself had been horrible, and she didn’t think she’d ever forget having to do the other thing.... after having held it for 3 days. Olivia hated the fact that she had actually started getting used to the warm soggy feeling of them after she’d been forced to use them. The worst part was that she couldn’t change her own pull-ups. Her Mother would change her in the morning and when she got home from work. If neither of her changes were happening for a few hours she was forced to wear a wet pull-up for the rest day until her Mother got home at 7pm.

Several days into her punishment, Nancy could only giggle as she watched her sister getting taken to the bathroom for a change again. “You were right Olivia,” Nancy said to her red faced sister, standing there in a soggy pull-up and the cute new shirt that her Mother had bought for her. “Thank you. This is way better than some little doll. Having a real life Barbie doll is so much better.”

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