Ted's Dolls 51: Richard 2

Ted's Dolls was meant to be an anthology series of doll transformations. But the continuity has become very important. Please read them in the suggested order as found in this gallery on deviantArt or as listed on my Patreon.

Richard was introduced as part of the poker players group in TD14. He started dating Emily in TD23 and attending the D&D game in TD28. When Emily was tricked into become a Doll, he sold her to Stockton Perry in Interlude 6. Jemma is no longer caught in the web of Mr. M’s machinations.

“If you weren’t dating me, who would find most attractive on campus,” Jemma said.

“What kind of question is that? Why wouldn’t I be dating you?” Richard said.

“That’s so sweet of you to say. But, I’m curious. You could probably be dating anyone.”

“No, I could only be dating you.”

“Work with me here. I want to know who else you find attractive.”

“It doesn’t matter. I only have eyes for you.”

“Why can’t you just answer my question?”

“You will not ask me about this again.”

“Watch your tone with me.”

“I said, you will not ask me about this again.”

“I heard what you said and if you say it again you can sleep alone tonight.”

Richard looked very confused. “Okay.” After a moment he said, “Where’s the pendant I gave to you.”

“The pendant? Oh, I’m so sorry. I lost it last week. Didn’t I tell you? No, I suppose I didn’t. It wasn’t an heirloom, right?”

“No. It’s fine. It’s fine. I… I don’t even know why I asked.” He still looked confused. “I’m going to go lie down. I have a headache.”

“Okay.”

* * *

A couple days later, Richard returned to his dorm room. He saw Jemma on his bed and smiled, until he noticed Whitney sitting with her. “Hey,” he said. He kissed Jemma. He was a little surprised when she turned her head and he only kissed her cheek. “Hi, Whitney.”

“Hi, Richard. As I was saying, we would love it you could help out.”

“I could bake a few pies if I had access to the ingredients and a kitchen.”

“You could bake at the house. We’d love to have it filled with the smell of fresh baking.”

“What’re you two up to?”

“She’s trying to get me to join the sorority by asking me to make them some apple and cherry pies.”

“Well, if you were in the sorority you could bake whenever you wanted.”

“I suppose that’s true.”

“What do you think, Richard?”

“I didn’t know you could bake.”

“Well, yeah, it’s not like I can do it in the dorms. But, I was talking about me maybe joining the sorority.”

“Oh, whatever you want to do is fine with me.”

“Isn’t he great?”

“I’ve probably known Richard longer than you have.”

Richard sat at his desk and tried to do some homework. He was finding it difficult, though, because he wanted Whitney to leave. He didn’t think about why he wanted it. He just knew she shouldn’t be here. When she left, he immediately said, “You will not join the sorority.”

“What do you mean?”

“I said, you will not join the sorority.”

“I wasn’t planning to but with that attitude I might consider it.”

“What? Where is that pendant I bought you.”

“Oh, I forgot to tell you I lost it last week. Are you okay? Maybe you should lie down.”

He held his forehead. “Yeah, I think I will.”

* * *

“How is Maryanne?” Burke said.

“Great. I still feel like a fool when I think about how much I’m enjoying dating her,” Murat said.

“You’re still in the honeymoon phase,” Rob said. “Does she do anything that bugs you?”

“There is nothing I could say bad about her.”

“That’s not normal,” Earl said.

“I didn’t there was nothing about her I didn’t like. I just said I wouldn’t say them.”

“You are too damn nice, Murat.”

“It is my calling card. Right above, ‘bad at poker.’”

“Ah, but have you lost the ‘unlucky at love’ moniker, at least?” Simon quipped.

“Time will tell.”

“Not saying anything bad about your girlfriend is also part of the honeymoon phase,” Rob said.

“The whole point of playing poker with the guys is to complain to them about our girlfriends.”

“Yeah, you’ve heard us bitch about our girlfriends,” Earl said.

“Yeah. There must be something you can say.”

“Richard?” Murat said, hoping to deflect the request.

“Don’t get me started.”

“Oh?”

“Lately Jemma does a bunch of things I don’t like. She’s even considering pledging Eta Delta Tau.”

“What’s wrong with that?” Burke said.

“Nothing, really. I just came from out of the blue.”

Burke knew Whitney invited Jemma just to annoy Richard. “She’s just spreading her wings. You two spend a lot of time together.”

“We’re in love.”

“Of course. But you can’t go 24/7 with someone forever.”

“That’s what she said. She does other stuff too. She used to agree with me more.”

“Maybe you should seek counseling.”

“Naw. I’m sure I’m just being overly sensitive.”

* * *

“Last night he tried several times to initiate intimacy and I cock blocked him every time,” Jemma said. “I felt so bad about it.”

“Would he tell the guys that?” Whitney said.

They were in the sorority house dining room having lunch.

“He was almost livid when I wouldn’t let him tit rub me.”

Emily blanched. “I… Don’t mention that, please.”

“Oh?”

“Just don’t.”

“Okay.”

“You wouldn’t let him rub your tits?” Karen said.

“Karen, drop it.”

“Karen needs a tit rub herself,” Gianna said.

“I said, ‘Drop it!’” Emily said. She got up and stormed out.

“Is she okay?” Trish said.

“No.”

“I didn’t know it would get her mad,” Jemma said.

“Me, either,” Gianna said.

“Yes, well, please don’t anger the wizard living among us,” Whitney said.

“Okay, she’s gone. Can I find out why tit rubs are special?” Karen said.

“Obviously she use to do it to him,” Trish said.

Jemma shook her head. She looked at Whitney who nodded. “Not exactly. He has me lay on the floor under his desk topless then he rubs my nipples with the balls of his feet.”

“Oh, god, no, I can’t do feet,” Karen said.

“It’s actually rather pleasant.”

“I’m sure it feels even better for a doll,” Whitney said.

“Oh,” said a couple of the ladies who knew Emily better or who were experienced with being dolls.

“Well, hopefully he’s complaining to the guys at the poker game about you now.”

“I don’t understand,” Karen said.

Someone said, “How unusual,” just loud enough for a few of the others to hear it.

“Are you trying to break up with Richard?” Karen continued. “And when did Emily and Richard break up? She’s very friendly with you for someone who was dating him before you.”

Before Jemma could respond, Whitney said, “It’s magic stuff, Karen. Are you sure you want to hear about magic stuff?”

“No, no, okay, I’m good. If you’re going to talk magic, I’ll go,” Karen said.

“I’m trying to get him to go with me to couples therapy. That’s the mundane answer.”

“Well, that’s probably a good thing.” Karen got up and left.

Jemma watched her leave. “The real scary part of all this,” she said softly, “Is Richard keeps saying things in a certain way as if he expects them to affect my mind. I didn’t think he knew what the pendant I had worn did.”

She had to fill a few people at the table in on what the pendant was.

“Maybe he has a control that tells him to do that when you are expressing ideas that would cause the mentalist problems.”

“Oh, that’s interesting. Probably true since he doesn’t seem to be aware the mentalist existed,” Jemma said. “Still, I wonder how many times Richard had to put me back in line so to speak before my own rescue.”

“Is Karen more or less oblivious than Murat?” Whitney said.

“Should we have hooked them up?”

“No way.”

“She’d walk all over him.”

“Trample.”

* * *

Several weeks passed. The guys reported that Richard’s frustrations were mounting. But, whenever they suggested therapy, he would suddenly feel as though everything was going fine.

After one such episode, while Richard was using the bathroom, Murat said, “Is something wrong with Richard?”

“That’s a long story,” Burke said.

“Stick around after he leaves and I’ll tell you,” Rob said.

Earl and Burked nodded.

Simon said, “I might join you. I’m confused, too.”

“Sure.”

After the game, Burke left immediately and waited nearby. He returned after Richard left. “I didn’t want him to catch on that we’re talking about him behind his back.”

“We aren’t.”

“We are. But it’s okay. We’re trying to help him.”

With a few dead ends and some backtracking, the guys explained what was going on to Simon and Murat.

“You have a problem,” Simon said. “He seems to be programmed to avoid therapy.”

“We noticed that.”

“If you have a suggestion we’d like to hear it.”

“Invite the psychiatrist to the game,” Simon said.

“We should have thought of that.”

“I assume the psychiatrist is older,” Simon said. “Since she wouldn’t normally be hanging around near RCU, Beverly could introduce her as a family friend.”

“This sounds good. Ted knows the doctor’s number,” Rob said. “I’ll call him and suggest this to him.”

* * *

Dr. Morova was busy with other clients most Wednesday nights. She found a few potential dates in March. Between her, Rob, and Ted, they decided to confront Richard the Wednesday before spring break. If anything unusual happened, there was time off from school shortly after that night.

Beverley answered the door and immediately hugged the red-haired woman standing there. “Heddy, it’s been so long.”

The doctor hugged her back. “I see you’re in character already.”

“Come in. I figured we should speed up the process any way we can.”

“I’m sure the pretext for my being here will not need to stand up to a lot of scrutiny.”

“Probably true. I understand you have certain abilities many find unsettling.”

“That’s a fair assessment.”

“If you feel it would help to give me a little read, I won’t feel too violated if you make it part of your doctor-patient privilege.”

“That is very open of you. I will try to be worthy of your trust. And I hope I don’t need to do that at all.”

“That would be ideal. But, I’m more interested in Richard being helped than any embarrassment I might endure from you seeing something I don’t normally tell people.”

“You’re a good friend.”

“She’s better than that. I’m Rob.” He shook hands with Heddy. “I’m as open a book as she is.”

“I certainly should not need to read you. I hope you only said that to support your girlfriend.”

“I meant it as well. So, why don’t you two sit down and get to know your decades long relationship in the thirty minutes before the guys get here.”

* * *

Beverley and her “aunt” were on the sofa talking as the guys arrived. When Richard arrived he was apprehensive about someone unexpected being in the apartment. He noticed a few of the guys and Beverley were looking at him.

He sat down quickly and leaned quietly toward Murat and said, “Who’s Beverley talking to?”

“Her aunt. She happened to be in town tonight.”

“That’s nice,” Richard said.

They were still waiting for Simon and Earl when Burke said, “How’s Jemma, Richard?”

“She’s great. Never better.”

The guys exchanged glances. Their girlfriends told them several things Jemma had been doing to get under Richard’s skin.

Beverley and her aunt approached the table. “We’re going to get out of your hair. Good night, guys.”

“You look familiar,” Richard said to the woman.

“I do? It must be my flaming red hair.”

“No. I don’t think so, you vile traitor,” he said standing up. His face contorted in anger. “You will not save him.”

The men at the table back away from the two of them.

Heddy’s stance changed immediately to one of defiance and calm. “You are already dead, uncle.”

“Then, I have nothing to lose.” Richard’s eyes rolled up into his. He went completely limp landing on his side. Blood dripped from his nose.

“Crap. Call 911,” Heddy said. She rushed to Richard and put hands on his head. “Can’t stop it.”

Blood started to seep from his eyes. Blood dripped from Heddy’s nose.

“You will not win,” she said through gritted teeth.

The struggle was invisible to those looking on.

“What do we do?”

“I don’t know.”

Beverley spoke into her phone. “I think my friend is having a stroke. We need an ambulance at….”