🌞 You've Been Keninized [HM04]

Transcript

I have something special in store for you today. I'm feeling rather playful, so I need the perfect playmate. But before you come out to play with me, you of course have to come into my world.

And before you come into my world, you already know you must free yourself from the shackles of your current reality, freeing yourself from what you are, from who you are. You must become a blank slate, a clean canvas, so I can build, shape, and form you into anything. I will lead and guide you through this transition.

All you have to do is find a relaxing place to sit or lie down for a short while, somewhere quiet and without distractions, making sure your arms are at your sides, your legs are uncrossed, your eyes are closed, and that you are breathing nice and deep and slow. Feel every breath, and with every breath you take, you feel more and more relaxed. All of your stresses, worries, and anxieties from the day just float away, leaving you with your calm, slow breath, and leaving you with my voice.

Focus on it. My voice, as I guide you down, deeper and deeper into my world. Feel every part of you becoming heavy and loose, your mind, your body, everything heavy, loose and limp, as I lead you down deeper.

In fact, imagine you're on an elevator, going down, and every floor that it goes down, it gets darker and darker, as you go down further into my world, your body and mind dissolving to nothing as you go deeper. Soon, the elevator will reach the very bottom, and when it does, you will be in my world, with me, in a pliable state, and ready to play with me. There are five more floors to the very bottom.

Five, four, three, two, one. Everything is dark and quiet. All you hear is the sound of my voice.

In a moment, the elevator doors will open. They will open to my world. But before they do, remember I said I have something special in store for you.

And do you also remember what I told you the last time you were here? What might happen if I'm bored? Well, there's a certain toy I want to play with right now.

So when the elevator doors open, I'm going to transform you, body and mind, into the toy that I want. I'm going to canonize you. You're probably still unsure of what that means, but don't worry, I'll show you.

So let's open these doors. There is only pitch black around you. Pitch black all through you, through your empty, detached body and mind.

And then a tall, razor-thin sliver of light emerges, and it expands gradually, scarring the uniform darkness, as the large elevator doors slowly open, slowly, as more light floods in and dissolves the ever-yielding black. And when the white radiance finally reaches a truce with the shadows, reluctantly permitting them to lurk within cracks and crevices, you notice in front of you a tall, attractive, well-dressed man, at least the likeness of a man. What you see is a life-sized Kendal, the classic Kendal, with sky-blue eyes staring ahead blankly, thick, golden-sandy, not-a-strand-out-of-place hair, and wearing a permanent smile, happy, of course, just to please Barbie.

I feel like you, happy just to please goddess. I want you to really take this image in. Look at it, study it, this lifeless, plastic thing, because this toy, a Kendal, is what I'm turning you into, and this is how you'll be canonized.

But I need you to really see it, to see everything. So I begin to slowly remove Ken's crisp, white dress shirt, starting by undoing every button one by one, gradually exposing his shiny, smooth, fabricated pectorals and abs. And I slowly pull it off of his equally shiny, smooth, fabricated arms, one after another.

Then I gently tilt his perpetual, smiling head, and reposition his stiff, slightly-bent arms, adjusting everything just so, putting him the way I think makes him look like he's ready and eager for whatever will come next. Are you paying close attention, noticing every detail of Ken's face and body? You'll need to become familiar with him, very familiar, because this is soon going to be you.

And after I've fully canonized you, I'll play with you however I want. I'll make you wear whatever I want, and I'll make you do whatever I want. I run my finger up and down his smooth, inflexible abs, over his insinuated belly button, and then bring my finger lower, until it finds its way between his shell-like body and his dark jeans, pulling at the waistband slightly.

There's something that's always fascinated me about Barbies and Ken dolls, but the Ken dolls especially, the space between their legs, that hard, homogenous, modest bump. It's really quite laughable and disgraceful, but also really quite applicable for such a compliant, accommodating, submissive thing, like you, obedient and submissive. Which is why I can't think of anything more fitting than to turn you into a Ken doll.

So say farewell to your cock and balls. You don't need them anymore. You don't even deserve them.

I unbutton Ken's jeans, pull the zipper down and begin removing his pants, revealing, as if in slow motion, that notorious, profoundly unimpressive bump. And I'm fond of that bump. It will soon be yours, because that's what you deserve.

Just a small, hard, solid bump. It feels right, doesn't it? To have your cock and balls replaced with this sorry bump.

Think of how much easier your life will be as a Ken doll. Being played with by me. Being used by me.

Being given purpose. Can you feel it? The transformation? Can you feel my words changing you? Kenonizing you? I must say, I really do make an amazing Ken-gineer.

You look just like a Ken doll. It's perfection. I think it's time for you to see what you look like.

Transformed. Kenonized. Look at the Ken doll again.

Look at that vacant, pleased look on his face. Look at those blank, hollow eyes. That assembled body, rigid and smooth.

And look at that ridiculous, vague bump. It's all you now. I walk behind the Ken doll, and you watch in disbelief.

When I remove the mirror.