Living Doll Girlfriend Pearl (complete)

    You’ve saved for years and have finally bought your first house. It’s small and had been abandoned for longer than you care to imagine. But it’s the perfect place for you to work your renovation chops. It’s the ideal place to make your dream home. 

    Heavy duty cleaning takes a little over a week, and then you’re able to move in bit by bit. For the time being, everything you own is in the living room, which will be the last place you renovate. You’ll work clockwise through the house, doing each room individually. It’s a lot of work, and most of it you’ll be doing by yourself, so you fully expect it to take a while.

    You start in the kitchen, and after having plumbers and electricians come in, you start by tearing up the floor. You peel back the linoleum revealing pristine wood floors that were to die for. In the final corner, where the dining room is, you discover a door. 

The handle has been removed, so you grab the crowbar, cracking it open and lifting the door up. Peering down inside with your flashlight, you see a small room. 

“Oh, this isn’t creepy at all,” you whisper to yourself. “This isn’t how horror movies start, no,” you grumble under your breath. 

You grab your ladder and ease it down inside. You climb down inside and shine your flashlight around the room. The whole room looks frozen in time. There’s a tall wardrobe in the back with glass windows. Inside you see sewing materials, baskets of fabrics, small stuffed animals that are ripped with stuffing coming out. Beside the wardrobe, there is a basket full of ragdolls.

“Not creepy,” you murmur. You turn, seeing an old sewing machine with dresses hanging beside it. Behind the ladder, there are several dress forms and a tall mirror. You then turn around looking behind you.

Your flashlight lands on a human face. You scream, lunging backward and hitting the wall. You grasp your chest, breathing hard as you stare.

It isn’t human, it isn’t even moving. You swallow your heart back into your chest, taking a step forward. It’s a life-sized doll. You reach out, swiping dust from her face with your fingertips. Her eyes are closed, and the lid has real lashes. Her lips are glossy and painted a pale rose. Her hair is platinum, styled into a sophisticated bun tucked under a rose adorned bonnet. She’s dressed in a black dress with a high white collar. The ribbon of the bonnet is tied into a box at her neck. Around her shoulders, she wears an elegant shawl that’s a dark mauve with touches of black and pink.

You step back, gazing at this strange creation. She’s beautiful and unnerving, certainly undeserving of staying in this tiny dark room. You know it may be a tad crazy, but you heft the poor beauty out of the little room. You set in a chair, posing her hands in her lap.

You’re clean her up, removing layers of dust and cobwebs from her. As you do, you notice ribbons binding her hands and feet. You remove them as you clean her. You’re not sure about the clothes, you feel if you remove them then they’ll disintegrate, so you decide to wait until you get a professional opinion. 

As you move her against the wall, something hits the ground at her feet. You stoop over, picking up a brooch with a name engraved on it.

“Pearl,” you murmur then glance up at the doll. “Maybe that’s your name,” you say as you attached the brooch to the ribbon of her bonnet. “Well, you are pretty,” you sigh as you look at Pearl, her eyes still closed. “Hopefully you won’t kill me in my sleep.”

After working all day, you get a quick shower and go out to grab something to eat. Once you get back, you notice that something seems different. Looking around, you realize you smell something lemony. You set your food down, looking around and trying to place what this feeling of difference is. 

You turn on the lights, and when you do you notice the walls seem brighter. Is that possible? The dingy tone they had before seems to be just gone. You then step into the kitchen where the lemon smell is strongest. The floors are polished and clean, looking brand new. 

“What the hell?” You whisper. You turn to fetch your food, and you see Pearl’s eyes are open. You gasp in shock. You stand still, waiting to see if anything moves.

After a few moments of holding your breath, you let out a sigh. “Oh well,” you walk over to Pearl. “Are you awake?” You chuckle nervously. You notice that Pearl’s eyes are a radiant violet color. The lashes are long and thick, and she looks so pretty.

“Are you the one who cleaned up the place?” You ask, tilting your head to the side. “Because if you’re a doll cursed to clean that’s ok. I can leave with it.” You sit down to enjoy your food, but you’re still perturbed. 

When you wake up the next morning, the curtains are open and letting in sunlight. You sigh, sitting up and stretching. You walk over to the window, gazing out at the beautiful morning. You then frown as you realize, you hadn’t put up curtains yet. 

You wrench away from the windows, gazing up at the beautiful material. It’s a heather gray with shimmering roses. You turn, glancing at Pearl sitting in her chair. She’s different too. Her clothes look clean, and her bonnet is off and laying on the ground beside her.

You walk over to Pearl and pick up her bonnet. You look it over and then back to Pearl. Her eyes are still wide open. 

“Hey,” you whisper to her. You then laugh nervously. “If you’re alive just say so. Don’t be playing this game because it’s starting to freak me out.”

Pearl doesn’t move.

You grimace and set her bonnet aside. “I don’t believe you,” you say and go to the bathroom.

You wash your face and sigh, you then realize the bathroom is scrubbed clean. You had been considering getting a new sink and bathtub, but looking around you see that the bathroom looks brand new.

You storm out of the bathroom, but Pearl isn’t in her chair. 

“What the fuck?” You squeak as your breath leaves your body.

The doorbell rings, and you scream. You clamp your hand over your mouth and see that outside the door there’s a man in a mint uniform. Opening the door the man smiles.

“Here’s your delivery,” he says. He holds out a box and has you sign a receipt. “Have a nice day.” He goes off, and you go inside, sitting the box down. Inside there are biscuits a small tray of bacon, a container of scrambled eggs, and a box of loaded hash browns.   

As you’re trying to figure this out, you hear the hissing and burbling of your coffee pot. You turn, seeing it’s full and ready.

“Pearl?” You whisper. 

You look back at her chair, seeing her sitting there. Her eyes are closed.

Walking over to her, you kneel down beside her. “Pearl,” you whisper to her. You take hold of her hand. “Wake up, Pearl.”

Her hand grasps yours, and your entire body goes cold. Pearl’s head tilts, and her eyes snap open. 

“Oh my god,” you whisper.

Pearl raises her hand, placing a finger on your lips. Her eyes blink, making a clicking sound. Her glossy lips part and purse. “Shh,” she whispers.

She slips her finger away and leans in, placing a soft kiss to your lips.

If you weren’t so shocked, you’d be enjoying the fact that the prettiest girl you’ve ever seen is kissing you. But since the girl happens to be a living doll, you’ll have to savor that moment after the shock and horror wears off.

Pearl pulls back, gazing into your eyes. “You need to eat. You work so hard.”

“I uh-I-you-” you clamp your hand over your mouth. “What’s happening?”

Pearl’s smile is sweet and soft. She runs her small fingers through your hair, brushing it back. Her fingertips then glide down your cheek. 

“I’ve been locked away for so long,” she whispers. “My mistress never came back for me,” she looks so sad. “She made me stay put and then I just waited, all this time.”

“Oh,” you gasp.

Pearl beams at you. “But you came, I just wanted to thank you. I didn’t mean to scare you, honest.” Her fingers touch your lips again. “I was happy just to see the sun again.”

You take hold of her hand. “This is...so strange,” you admit. “But, you don’t need to pretend to be a doll for me. You could have told me.”

“But you said you were scared,” Pearl murmurs. 

“Trust me, if you had seen the many years of horror movies I have, you’d understand.” You squeeze her hand gently.

Pearl furrows her brow. “Horror….? Movies?” She tilts her head to the side.

You shake your head. “Scary stories,” you tell her.

“Oh!” She gasps. “I understand,” she says with a pretty little nod.

You touch her clothes. “I’m surprised you never woke me. This dress must be hard to move in.”

Pearl smirks. “For you perhaps. But I am quite used to it,” she says proudly.

You chuckle, standing up. “True, but maybe some new clothes would benefit you.” You offer your hands and Pearl takes them. 

She rises from the chair, and she stands as high as your shoulder. “If you would like to dress me.” If she didn’t look so sweet and innocent, you might confuse her tone for being seductive. “But I am comfortable.”

“You’ve worn those clothes for over a hundred years. I think you deserve something new.” You chuckle.

Pearl beams, clasping her hands together. “Oh, thank you. But first, you really should eat.” 

She scurries over to the coffee pot, pouring you a mug and setting it on the table for you. She then pulls out your chair and pats it for you to sit. You smile, taking the seat and sitting down to eat the food she ordered for you. 

After eating, you get back to work on finishing your work in the kitchen. 

The following week you get the refrigerator and stove delivered. Pearl sits in her corner while the delivery men help you install them. Once they leave, she hops from her chair and rushes over to the oven.

“It’s so big!” She gasps, fidgeting with the controls and opening the door. “Oh! This is a marvel!”

You smile, enjoying how excited she is about the new appliances. Having Pearl around has made everything a lot more enjoyable. She’s helped with the work so much you feel like you have a team of people on hand. Somehow, she’s able to work a magic that restores the house to its original glory. You’ve barely had to do anything. 

“I’ll have to go grocery shopping,” you say. “Since the refrigerator is here.”

Pearl turns and smiles at you. “I can cook for you if you’d like!”

Your heart skips a beat. “Oh uh, sure, if you wanted.” Your cheeks are burning, especially as her soft smile blossoms into a grin.

“I would love to,” Pearl beams.

You leave to grocery shop, stopping first at a clothing store and picking out a few things for Pearl. She’s so tiny, you’re not sure what will fit her, so you grab a couple of cheap things. She can sew, you think, maybe she can alter them if need be.

After getting groceries, you head home. Pearl greets you at the door, helping you bring the bags in. 

“You got too much!” She gasps.

You start putting things away. “That white bag over there is for you,” you tell her.

Pearl gasps and she reaches in, taking out the clothes from inside. “You bought me these?” She asks.

“I thought you might enjoy something new. I also got your pajamas and a few other things.” You stand beside her as she takes out the clothes, laying them out on your bed. 

“I don’t know which one to try on first,” she murmurs. She runs her small palm on the fabric of one dress then looks up at you with a bright smile.

    Your heart leaps about and dances. Pearl is so sweet and pretty, your poor gay heart can barely stand it. 

    “I just hope they fit,” you say. “You’re so small, I was worried it would all be too big.”

    Pearl picks up the clothes, hugging them to her chest. “If so, I can fix them downstairs,” she then beams. “I’ll go change, and then I’ll cook you dinner!” She rushes off, going into the bathroom and closing the door.

    You sit back and sigh. Any more of this and she would kill you. You feel yourself sinking fast for Pearl, even if she is a doll. It is now you’re able to enjoy the soft kiss she gave you. You touch your lips, remembering how cool and slick her lips where. You sigh, growling as you cover your face with your pillow.

    “Ok,” Pearl calls to you. “I’m all dressed.”

    You remove the pillow and sit up, looking at her wearing the little pink wrap dress with lace trim. She poses then spins, the skirt flowing out and you catch a glimpse of her upper thigh. She then comes over to you, throwing her arms around your neck.

    “I love it, thank you.” Pearl presses her small body into you. She then touches your neck, pulling your down and placing a kiss to your lips.

    You put your hands around her tiny waist, pressing closer to her, deepening the kiss. You moan, and she giggles.

    Pearl steps back. “Forgive me,” she says. “I got too excited.” Once again, you can’t tell if her tone is supposed to sound so seductive.

    “I’ll go start dinner!” She goes back into the kitchen with a happy skip.

    You sigh and try to make your heart calm down. You finish up a few things around the house while Pearl cooks. As you’re fixing the closet in what’s going to be the bedroom, you smell something rich and delicious. You walk out, wiping your brow as you see Pearl taking out a dish from the stove.

    “What have you got there?” You ask, standing beside her.

    “This is pork chops cooked with apples,” Pearl answers with a proud smirk. “Go sit down, I’ll come serve you.”

    You smile at her. “You know, you don’t have to play the perfect little housewife.”

    Pearl’s smile fades slightly and her lips part. She gazes up at you then takes hold of your hand. “What if I want to?” She asks. Her fingers lace with yours. “Maybe I’m not playing.”

    You swallow, your throat going tight again. Is she really so innocent?

    “Now, go sit down,” Pearl scolds you and shoves you towards the table. “I’ll make your plate.”

    You giggle and sit down. A moment later, she brings you a plate with a slathered porkchop on it covered in cooked slices of apples.

    “This looks amazing,” you’re drooling as you cut into it.

    Pearl sits down beside you. “There’s rice pudding in the oven too.” She smiles as you start to eat. “What do you think.”

    You’re too far gone now. Pearl is beautiful and sweet, a good kisser, and an amazing cook on top of that. You chuckle, feeling your cheeks burn.

    “You know,” you start, “you’re going to make me fall in love with you.”

    Pearl’s eyes get wide and her lips part again. “Really?” She coos.

    You glance at her, seeing her starry-eyed expression. “Uhm...yeah.”

    Pearl stands up. “Let me go check dessert,” she says and skips back into the kitchen.

    She returns when you’re nearly done, a cup of the rice rubbing in hand as well as a cup of fresh coffee.

    “Oh, I shouldn’t,” you chuckle. “If I have that coffee, I’ll be up all night.”

    Pearl smiles. “That wouldn’t be so bad, would it?”

    You swallow and take the cup from her hand. “Oh well, guess not,” you murmur. Crap, you already can’t tell her no.

    “I’ll go run you a nice hot bath,” Pearl says. “Take your time.” She stands up and goes to the bathroom.

    “Why do I feel like I’ve fallen into a trap?” You murmur to yourself.

    You finish up your dessert then go to the bathroom where Pearl has you a tub ready. You sigh, undressing, and you submerge yourself into the hot water. You sigh as your entire body relaxes.

    “Comfortable?” Pearl peeks into the bathroom.

    You gulp and lay your arm over your chest. “Yes. It’s nice,” you say.

    Pearl strides into the bathroom, she’s wearing the pajama’s you got for her. A slinky camisole and shorts, all made from a pink velvet. Her legs are thin and long, ball joints make her knees and hips, just like her wrists.

    Her hair is down and tied into a long braid that hangs down her back. She looks at herself in the mirror, standing on tiptoe. She then turns around looking at you, and she smiles. She then leaves the bathroom without a word.

    You huff, slouching back into the tub. You dunk your head under the water.

    You get out of the bath and step out. You then see the bed is gone from the main room. You walk to the bedroom, finding the bed there with Pearl laying on it.

    “Did you move the bed by yourself?” You ask.

    Pearl glances at you, and she nods.

    You step into the bedroom and Pearl sits up on the bed. “Do you like it?” She smoothes her palm out over the duvet.

    Pearl raises her violet eyes to you. “I thought it might be nice.”

    “It is,” you murmur. “I’m just surprised you did it.”

    Pearl chuckles. “I can do a lot of things.” She then hands you your folded pajamas. 

    You step aside to change. You drop the towel, and you hear Pearl’s soft gasp. You dress and then slip into bed. The sheets are nice and cool. You sigh softly, curling into bed.

    Pearl slips under the blanket with you. She inches closer and places her hand on your hip. You open your eyes, looking into hers. 

    You swallow and touch Pearl’s cheek. “You really are beautiful,” you whisper.

    Pearl nuzzles into your palm and sighs. “So are you,” she whispers. “Did you really mean it earlier?” She asks. “That you could fall in love with me.”

    You nod. “I did,” you admit. “Is that strange?”

    Pearl shakes her head. “No,” she says. “Because I feel the same way.” She slides her fingers from your hip to your belly. “My mistress said it was wrong that I loved her,” she murmurs quietly. 

    You frown. “It’s not wrong to love,” you whisper.

    Pearl scoots closer. Her cool fingers slip under your shirt. “Then I’ll love you.” She kisses you and her fingers slip into your shorts. Her fingers rub to your panties, and you gasp.

    “You’re warm,” Pearl moans.

    “Pearl, wait,” you shudder.

    She sighs softly, her lips pressing to your neck. She pushes you down into the bed, straddling your legs. She pushes up your shirt, kissing your chest and toying with your nipples. She rolls the pads of her fingers around your nipples before kissing and gently biting.

    You whimper softly, gasping as her fingers slide into your underwear. “Pearl,” you mewl. 

    Pearl’s fingers rub along your slit and she giggles. “You’re very wet,” she purrs.

    You push up her cami, touching her body. Pearl sighs softly, watching you with a tentative gaze. Her breasts are small, barely little bumps on her porcelain frame. Small pink nipples are painted onto the surface and are glossy and pointed. 

    You sit up, so she’s sitting in your lap. You press kisses to her chest and small breast and Pearl mewls. She grasps the back of your head, panting softly as you kiss and lick.

    “Touch me more,” Pearl begs.

    You take off her top and yours, pressing your breasts to her. You kiss her hungrily, her small hands grabbing hold of your face. 

    Pearl sucks your tongue then pulls back, her long lashes fluttering. “This really is ok?” Her bottom lip trembles.

    You kiss her softly. “Of course,” you kiss down her chest.

    Pearl shoves you back down into the bed, taking off your bottoms. She rubs her fingers to your slit, slowly circling your clit and tapping it gently. She kisses your belly and thighs, slowly easing her fingers inside you.

    You whimper, biting your knuckles as she swirls her fingers inside.

    Pearl then grunts in frustration. “I’m too small,” she pouts.

    You chuckle, sitting up and kissing her. “It felt good,” you purr.

    Pearl frowns and nips your cheek. “I’m afraid my joints will hurt you,” she whimpers. “I don’t want to hurt you at all.”

    You think for a moment then get up. You find a box in the living room and bring it to the bed. You open it, taking out a harness. 

    “Come here,” you say. You guide Pearl’s legs into the harness and then fasten it around her. You kiss her shoulder and arms as you do. Once the harness is in place, you take the dildo from the box, attaching it to the front.

    Pearl gasps in awe, her hands fluttering around her face. “For me?”

    You giggle, kneeling down in front of her and licking the dildo. “It suits you,” you purr. You take the dildo into your mouth, sucking it slowly.

    Pearl whimpers, gasping as you suck it.

    You pull back and then climb onto the bed. You lay, so your legs hang over the edge. You reach back, spreading yourself for her. 

    “Go ahead,” you moan. 

    Pearl comes up behind you, grasping your hips. She gasps softly as she rubs the dildo to you. She pushes it inside, and you moan.

    “Anh-” Pearl then giggles. “Much better.” She shoves suddenly, pushing deep inside you.

    You grunt, moaning into the pillows. 

    Pearl thrusts her hips, moving inside you. She grabs you, squeezing your soft thighs as she studies what makes you moan the most.

    “I want to see you,” she mewls and steps back.

    You sigh and roll onto your back. Pearl climbs on top of you, kissing you as you wrap your legs around her. As Pearl reenters you, the two of you kiss. You moan softly, and she gazes into your eyes. Pearl moves slowly, watching your expression.

    You shudder and gasp, back arching slightly. Pearl picks up speed, looking down and watching as the toy moves inside you. You shiver, and your legs twitch. Your toes begin to curl as the overwhelming sensation floods you. 

    “Pearl!” You mewl as you crash.

    Pearl kiss you, moaning into your mouth.

    You go limp against the bed, panting hard as Pearl nuzzles between your breasts. “Was it good?” She asks timidly.

    You look up at her. “You know it did?”

    She smirks shyly and kisses you. “I know,” she pulls the toy out, and she stands up, removing the harness before laying back down beside you.

    “What about you?” You whisper, pulling her close. “Is there anything I can do for you?”

    “You already did,” Pearl murmurs. “When you’re pleased, I’m pleased.” She kisses your neck and chest, her hands kneading your breasts. “So I want what you want.”

    You giggle and wrap your arms around her. “You’re so wonderful Pearl,” you whisper to her. “I would do anything for you too.”

    Pearl beams and clings to you. “I love you.”

    You look into her eyes. “I love you too,” you whisper, pressing a sweet kiss to her pretty lips.