(Caption) Doll Hypnosis

He had been under immense work pressure recently, staying late at the office every day, leaving him physically and mentally exhausted. He considered seeing a psychologist to relieve his stress, but the thought of expensive consultation fees made him hesitate. A few days later, unable to bear the discomfort any longer, he finally decided to visit a hospital and give it a try. The psychologist was a young woman with a gentle demeanor. After listening to his troubles, she suggested a new therapy called "doll hypnosis." She explained that it was still in the experimental phase and could be experienced by patients for free. Hearing the word "free," he immediately nodded in agreement.

The treatment began with the doctor asking him to sit in a chair, close his eyes, and listen as her low, soothing voice guided him to relax. Gradually, he felt his body become lighter, his limbs as if controlled by something, unable to move. The doctor repeated in his ear, "You are a doll, you are beautiful," and his consciousness began to blur, with only this thought lingering in his mind. He felt a strange urge to become prettier.

The doctor took out a set of makeup tools and began applying makeup to his face. She first used foundation to evenly cover his face, concealing the traces of exhaustion, then brushed soft colors onto his eyelids with eyeshadow. Next, she used a fine eyebrow pencil to draw delicate, curved brows and applied mascara to make his eyes appear larger. As she worked, she softly said, "You are now a doll, and you must be as beautiful as a princess." Listening to her words, he felt his willpower slowly fading, his body stiffening like wood.

After finishing the makeup, the doctor brought out a long black wig. She carefully placed it on his head, adjusting the strands to let them fall naturally. She used a curling iron to create soft waves, strand by strand, then secured the style with hairpins. She added a small red flower as a decorative touch. Looking in the mirror, his eyes were vacant, yet a faint sense of satisfaction welled up in his heart.

Next came the clothing. The doctor brought out an exquisite dress with layered ruffles, adorned with lace and bows. She helped him put it on, tying the ribbons at the back and adjusting the hem to make it fall more naturally. She placed a matching hat on his head, its brim decorated with lace and a flower. His body felt less and less like his own, his consciousness as if drained away.

After the dress, the doctor brought out a pair of white stockings with rose patterns. She helped him put them on, then slipped on a pair of shoes with bow details. Throughout the process, his hands and feet remained stiff, allowing the doctor to manipulate him as she pleased. Finally, she brought out a pair of gloves, slipping them onto his hands and fastening each button. His consciousness was nearly gone, replaced by an empty calm.

Once fully dressed, he stood before the mirror, a stiff smile on his face. The doctor nodded in satisfaction and led him into an exhibition hall. Inside, there were many other exquisitely dressed dolls, all patients who had undergone hypnosis. The doctor positioned him in an empty spot, adjusting his posture so his hands were clasped in front of him, his head slightly tilted, displaying a gentle expression. She closed the door and left the space.

In the hall, he stood silently with the other dolls, all wearing the same smile, their vacant gazes fixed ahead. He no longer had any thoughts, only quietly displaying his beauty, waiting for an unknown time.