Regicide

I had hoped after my sister and ex-boyfriend had stripped me, shaved me, made me wet myself and forced a diaper onto my humiliation would be complete I looked pleadingly into Diana's eyes and I just knew this was only going to be the start.

“Hey, chat. Do you think I should go easy on my sister?” Diana taunted

With everything that Diana had done, I had forgotten that the stream was still live. If I even had a channel tomorrow, I would be surprised. I had spent months building this up. Crafting the persona of Ivanna the Goth Queen. Always there with a cutting remark, mostly at the expense of my ex-boyfriend's micro penis, but still. They came to me for that. My sister had brought that all down in about ten minutes.

“I like that idea,” Diana said, reading the chat message. “I came prepared, in fact. I had a suspicion it might end up like this.

How long had Diana and Raphael been planning this? This didn't feel like it was spur of the moment. I saw Diana had a bag and dreaded to see what else was inside it. She pulled out a small blue bonnet.

“Look at this cute little bonnet for baby Ivy.” Diana taunted.

Raphael made sure I stayed still while Diana tied it around my head. I already looked ridiculous with my tubular tits on display and pancake-like aureoles. The blue, frilly bonnet I was now wearing just made my humiliation even worse.

“I'm sorry I was misleading everyone. I'm a big baby wearing a diaper and a bonnet. Is everyone happy now?” I pleaded.

“Babies can't talk, Ivanna. They can cry, scream for momma. But they can't talk.” Diana said in an evil tone.

She reached into the bag once more and she was holding a pacifier. Before I could say another word, she forced it into my mouth. I saw that this had caused a new flurry of activity in the chat.

I saw in the space of a few minutes there were now about a dozen different clips of me in my new attire. Honestly, I was kind of surprised at how quickly my chat had turned on me. Diana and Raphael's actions were one thing, they had both teamed up against me and chosen to be spiteful. But I had spent months developing relationships with the people who frequented my channel. Friendship wasn't the best description, I had cultivated an identity as an ice queen who delivered witty quips about the people I had chosen to mock. Now it was me being mocked, which is a small irony.

Raphael grabbed the mouse from me and pushed me to one side. I saw he was going through the admin panels on my Twitch channel. He was changing my username. I saw what he was doing and attempted to stop him. Diana grabbed my hands to stop me from interfering. My username, which had previously been IceQueenIvanna, had now been set to BabyIvy.. He confirmed the change, and I saw the chat reacting to it almost instantly.

“Are you guys sharing those clips to social media?” Diana asked.

I tried to say something to stop her, but it was just muffled noises due to the pacifier.

“I fucking love you guys. Share it everywhere. Fly my pretties.” Diana cackled.

Diana gave them a moment and then brought her phone up. She started browsing various sites she looked on Instagram first. I was horrified at seeing my face reflected at me like that dozens of times. They had started tagging the accounts of other streamers I had been friends with. There were short GIFs of me on TikTok of Diana forcing the pacifier into my mouth. Facebook was almost worse; they had starting tagging all of my friends and family with pictures. I saw a message up from another streamer I was good friends with.

Half an hour ago I had been a Queen. My kingdom was now in flames, and my channel was clearly a Republic. I was utterly humiliated by Diana's actions. This was regicide, plain and simple. Why was it that I was excited by it all. The only saving grace was that Twitch had fairly strict policies on nudity. If my channel survived after this, I would be really surprised.