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The Truth - Chapter 4

“Debra, to stop being rigid you think to yourself ‘I am flesh’ three times.”

After a pause, Sandra said, “Do it already.”

Debra took a deep breath. “Oh, that was exquisite. And I enjoyed the show. Bravo to you both. I’d go rigid again right now except I’m so turned on by the mannequin discussion you just had. Thank you, roommate, for keeping my secrets safe.”

“Even if I wanted to keep that secret for you, he could have forced it out of me.”

Jon sat at his desk. “Okay, before we can do this at the level Sandra described we need to find out if you can be turned into an inanimate object and back again. I’m extremely nervous about that. So I have a plan – a partial transformation. Just sit tight while I write this. And don’t turn rigid. Actually take off your top. You’ll understand in a moment.”

Debra removed her blouse without hesitation. She was wearing a pink bra underneath.

Sandra looked at her funny. “I didn’t know you were so open?”

“So says the naked woman with the dildo sticking partially out of her pussy.”

“I’ve given up on ever having clothes in this apartment. Besides he won’t let me touch it and it doesn’t seem to want to drop out.”

Jon interrupted, “Okay, Debra, pose your left arm in a manner typical of a mannequin. We are going to make it no longer flesh. If it won’t turn back to flesh you’ll be stuck with however it looks as how it always looks. When it’s how you want it, say ‘Ready.’”

She bent the elbow slightly and cupped her fingers as if they were caressing a child’s cheek. “Ready.” Suddenly her arm felt funny. It was made of plastic. All the blemishes, all the hairs, all the folds of skin around the joints vanished. The plastic stretched from fingertip to the middle of her upper arm. She tapped against her forearm and it sounded solid. There was a break by her wrist. “What’s this?”

“Sandra, give her hand a good tug.”

Sandra grabbed the plastic hand and tugged. The hand separated from the wrist and after another tug, came off.

Debra squealed with delight. “Oh, cool. Do all of me.”

“Slow down,” Jon said. “Put the hand back on her. We still need to see if you can turn back to flesh.”

Once her hand was back in place, Debra asked, “Now what?”

“I made it easy. It’s the same command as returning from rigidity.”

“Oh,” Debra said. “I am flesh. I am flesh. I am flesh.” Instantly her arm was once again flesh. “So I’ll think I am a mannequin three times to transform into one?”

“In due time. First you need to describe how your mannequin self is constructed so you’ll be the exact mannequin you want to be.”

“Oh, that’s easy. Give me a paper to doodle on. It’s easier then describing it.”

He gave her a blank piece of paper and a different pen than the one he was using.

She quickly sketched out a standing mannequin and drew dashed lines across the neck, upper arms, waist, upper thighs and ankles. “The dashed line shows all the points where I can be separated into parts – both arms at the shoulders, both hands, both feet at around mid-calf, both legs at the crotch, at the waist forming an upper and a lower torso and the head midway down the neck. The connection points for mannequin parts are standard by maker.” She sketched a quick interlocking ring. “The release would be a recessed button near the attachment point. The rings on me should be unique to me so they can’t accidentally hook up a real mannequin part to me. This dot here is an indentation in the ass where a standard mannequin stand can be placed for poses requiring external balance.”

“Mannequins are lot more complex than I thought,” Sandra said.

“Oh, and one last thing. My hair should turn into a wig, my mannequin head being bald. Now, I’ve considered this transformation for a long time and here’s the weird part.”

“There’s a weird part beyond all this?” Sandra exclaimed.

Jon looked at her in annoyance. “You should turn the vibrator all the way up and just bask in the sensations. I insist.”

Sandra reached down a spun the dial and said, “That sounds great.”

Debra just looked at Jon, “Remind me not to anger you over something serious.”

“Sandra, tell me truthfully, were you hoping I’d do that to you?”

Sandra looked at him, “I was a bit bored.” Then she looked away with a smile on her face. She lazily licked her two index fingers and had them turn circles around her areolae.

“I thought so,” Jon turned to Debra. “See, she wants me to be in control but she wants to control that control. I don’t mind though. Although I hear now I need to make that vibrator run silently. Now, what is the weird part of all this?”

Debra looked at Sandra with amusement then looked back at Jon, “Right. The weird part is if I return to flesh with a different wig on I want it to become my natural hair, assuming the wig is made of human hair. So in theory I could go out and buy a wig; transform; have someone swap out my hair for the store-bought wig; and transform back to go from brunette to blond without all the dyes and roots growing back in a few weeks.”

“I had most of that covered by just writing ‘as you described’ but I think I need some tweaks for the hair to work correctly. So give me a minute. It’s funny. This is a much bigger test that I had had planned for you.”

“What was the plan?”

“Instant boob job.”

“Oh, no, my breasts are basically the right size for modeling work. I prefer this much more.”

“I know. I need to find someone who wants big boobs just so I can do it.” He continued writing for a moment then said, “Okay, be sure to face the mirror so you get a good look at yourself. You already picked the trigger. So, go ahead.”

She turned toward the mirror and a second later she was a mannequin.

“I’m going to undress you. If you don’t want me to, return to flesh.” He waited a few seconds before attempting to remove her bra. “Now, I remember,” he said to no one. He grabbed an arm and rotated in on her shoulder. Lifting it back to an unnatural angle revealed the release trigger. He pressed the trigger in and rotated the arm down again. With a click, the arm separated from the torso. He held then end up to her face. “How’s that look?” He repeated the process with her other arm. He reaches around her to unclasp the bra and pulls it off her torso easily with the arms missing. “Wow, from now on I only make out with double amputees.”

After a moment he said, “I think I have to lay you down to remove the jeans but I want to make sure you can still watch.” He snapped his finger. He turned her head around backward until he found the recessed trigger. He took her head off easily and set it down on the kitchen counter, facing the mirror. He picked up the arms and put them on the kitchen table in view of her. He reached into her pants and found the depression for her torso. It twisted off with just a quarter turn. He placed the upper torso on the table. He picked up the rest of her and lay her across the sofa. He found the depressions for her feet and removed them. He walked to the kitchen where he removed the sneakers and socks from the feet. “Just jeans and panties left, I guess.” He unzipped her jeans and easily slid them off what remained of her body. Then he separated the legs from the lower torso. In the kitchen he held her lower torso up to her face. “And the final part is to remove your panties.” They easily slid down off the few inches of leg on the lower torso. He put the torso down on the table. “There you are.” He announced with amusement. “Oh, I almost forgot.” He picked up her head and removed the wig. He put her head back on the countertop where she could see all of her bits and pieces. He draped the wig around her neck setting the hair to hang over her breasts. “I call it ‘Deconstruction of Lady Godiva’. I hope you are enjoying it.” He walked back to the living room where he found Sandra gyrating and rubbing herself. “Now, where did I leave my other plaything?”

“Please take this out of me and fuck me.” Sandra begged.

“What’s the matter?”

“I can’t fucking cum, you bastard.” She screamed. Her eyes went wide as she realized what she had said. “No, no, no, I mean, please, please, let your poor plaything cum just a little.”

“You are so close, aren’t you?”

“Oh, yes, please, let me cum.”

“That’s not what I meant.” His voice raised in volume.

She looked at him confused.

“Who am I? Who are you? You called yourself my plaything. What does that make me? What does that make you?” He grabbed her by the upper arms and forced her down to her knees. “What are you begging for? Who is begging?”

“Why don’t you ask me to tell you truthfully?”

“I don’t need to.” He reached down and tweaked her nipples hard. “Who are you? What are you asking for?”

“Release. I need release. Let me cum.”

“Not ‘Let me go’?”

“Yes, I wish to stop. I want release.”

He opened his robe revealing his firm erection. “Do you want this?”

“Oh, yes, please fuck me.”

“So, damn close. So close.” He bellowed. “You win. Take out the vibrator and stand against that wall.”

She pulled the dildo out of her lightly wet pussy and stood where he had indicated.

He removed the robe and grabbed her by the waist. He shoved his erection deep into her, pushing her back hard against the wall. She lifted her legs up around his waist and crossed her legs behind. She grabbed his shoulders and held on for dear life. He pounded her into the wall over and over and over. She bit her lip and blood welled on her lip. Seeing this he mashed his lips against hers in violent frenzy, their first kiss, sucking the metallic taste into his mouth. He thrust into her with all his body could deliver. Some of the thrusts knocked her head hard against the wall. She screamed at some point and came. Her legs contracted attempting to pull him further into her causing her to cum again and again. He continued to thrust into her pussy a moment longer before his body clenched up and he released his cum into her. Her pelvic muscles, silent up until now, massaged all his cum from his dick. He stepped back and raised her up off his fading erection. She unhooked her feet from behind him just before he dropped her to the floor. She landed on her feet and staggered at the feeling of land beneath her. In a sweeping motion she did not see coming, he pushed the dildo back into her only slightly moist pussy. “No,” she moaned.

Ted's Dolls Interlude 5: Alumni Weekend

If you haven't read any of the Ted's Dolls stories before, you should start with Ted's Dolls 1: Jane before reading this one. And if you are current with the stories, you might want a refresher by reading Ted’s Dolls 26: Elliot’s Dummy.

The alumni stood in the vestibule catching with old and new friends. The ballroom doors opened and they filtered in. The tables were set for dinner and were covered in fine linen in the colors of the university. Wait staff started helping people to their seats. Up near the podium if they were on the preferred list or to the generally available seats if they were not. They also were taking dinner and drink orders. There was a raised stage along the far wall with a closed curtain.

As dinner was served an announcement was made that the President of the university would be speaking shortly. The President managed to keep his speech short, thanking the alumni for attending, talking about the talent show that was about to take place, and encouraging them to tour the grounds the following day. He mentioned the exhibit that would be display in the gymnasium when the doors opened at ten o’clock.

Elliot stood mostly relaxed in the wings. Mike however was a nervous wreck. “Where’s Tanya?”

“On stage.”

“Why?”

“Her idea. The audience is going to see her standing on stage through the first three acts before I go on.”

“Oh.”

“If you look to the far side of the stage there are some tall plants and a woman who seems to be frozen in the act of watering them. From the audience’s view, she is mostly obscured by the plants. But, when they rearrange the stage for the dance troop, she’ll be moved somewhere else. And so on.”

True to his word, the stagehands would move Tonya’s ventriloquist body to a different location between acts. For the dancers, she was sitting on a sofa that would move around the stage and the dancers would even leap over it a few times.

For a rock band’s performance, she was standing in front of a tower of amplifiers. The driving beat of the music would cause her hair to pulse. For a poetry recital, she was sat down in front of the poet to listen. And after that act, she was stood up and placed down at center stage.

The master of ceremonies announced, “And now we present, Real Talk, with Elliot Wiser.” Elliot walked out to polite applause. He adjusted the microphone in front of the dummy before putting his hand inside.

“Have you been enjoying the show?”

“Um.”

“Are you okay?”

“There’s a lot of people looking at me.”

“We can’t ask them to leave. That wouldn’t be polite.”

“I just didn’t expect there to be so many of them.”

“It’ll be fine. Here, look at me.” He grabbed the dummy’s chin and turned its head to face him. “Have you been enjoying the show?”

“Sure. Standing in front of the amplifiers when the band played was awesome.”

“Well, now, you’re part of the show.”

“I am?”

“Yes. You’re going to assist me for my hypnosis act.”

“I thought you were a ventriloquist.”

“I’m both.”

“Seems unusual that you’re doing two acts at once. Did you end up bumping someone else from the show?”

“No, I was always doing both things.”

“Well, it won’t work. Hypnosis is fake.”

“How do you know?”

“Do I look like a dummy?”

“Um.”

“You know what I meant.”

“Right. Of course not. You attend the university. You can’t be a dummy.”

“Hah! I am a dummy. Got you.”

“Fine. Still, let’s start the act. It’s already been nearly five minutes and all we’ve established is you’re a dummy.”

“And that I got you.”

“Of course. Now. Let’s do this the traditional way.” He pulled a pocket watch from his pocket.

“Seriously? A pocket watch?”

“You never mind that and just follow the watch with your eyes.”

He swung the watch and the dummy’s eyes swung side to side in an exaggerated manner.

“This isn’t going to work.” Her eyes moved side to side in lock step with the watch.

“Just relax and follow the watch. Your eyes will start to feel heavy. That’s perfectly normal.”

“My eyes are made of wood. They’re never heavy.”

“Perfectly normal. You can feel them starting to close on their own.”

“That’s just you pulling the things in my head.”

“You are getting sleepy,” he said forcefully, then whispered, “C’mon work with me here.”

She whispered. “It’s not my fault you aren’t very good at hypnosis.”

“You can barely keep your eyes opened.”

Her eyes opened wide. “I can.”

“You cannot.”

Her eyes were nearly closed.

“I…” she yawned. “… can.”

“They are too heavy. You are asleep.”

The dummy’s body slumped forward slightly, it’s head down.

“There we go, one hypnotized dummy.”

The dummy mumbled something about not being a dummy.

The act continued as Elliot ran the dummy through its mouth being stuck open or close as Tanya had experienced in real life. When the hypnosis part was done, Elliot wrapped up the act.

“Now, do you believe in hypnosis?”

“No. I was just humoring you.”

“What do you mean?”

“I was never hypnotized. I just held my mouth open.” As she continued speaking, her mouth was wide open, “Whenever you said I should. It’s not like I need to move my mouth to talk.”

“No, I suppose you wouldn’t.”

Her mouth closed and stayed closed halfway through saying, “The audience isn’t made of dummies either. They know you’re doing all the talking.”

“That is true. There’s only one thing left to do.”

“What?”

He pulled his hand out of her back and waved to the audience. He picked her up and walked off the stage.

The audience applauded and the master of ceremonies announced the next act.

Mike was waiting off stage. “Well, done.”

“I couldn’t have done it without Tanya.”

“I’m sure someone else would have done it. But, I don’t know if they’d have enjoyed as much as Tanya.”

“Is Ted stopping by?”

“No, he said she’d return to normal in the morning. I’ll just take her back to the dorm.”

“Okay. Thanks for giving her the chance to do all this.”

“Our pleasure. G’night, Elliot.”

“Good night, Mike.”

* * *

Mitch, Burke, Richard, and a few members of the theater department were let into the Gymnasium around 9:30 the next morning. Twenty minutes later, Ted received a text from Mitch, “All systems normal.”

There was a small line of people gathered around the gymnasium door. The maintenance man from the night before was standing off to the side talking to another maintenance team member. Ted went straight to the two university employees when he and Paris arrived together.

With an exchange of nods, the maintenance man climbed to the three steps up to the door of the gymnasium and unlocked the doors. The doors were propped open to allow easy entry into the building.

Some people immediately rushed in while others looked around as if expecting someone to say something. Paris started to walk in but noticed Ted wasn’t coming. “You aren’t coming in?”

“I’d rather see how people look as they’re leaving. And I don’t want to have to answer questions.”

“Okay,” she said and she walked in alone.

Once through the doors, there were black curtains forming a small room. There were two openings in the curtains, one on the wall to the left and one straight ahead. Burke stood in front of the opening to the left. She waved at him and he pointed to the opening straight ahead. Through the opening, the curtains snaked right, left, and right so one could not see from the exhibit entrance into the exhibit. There were no lights here as well except for a dim glow ahead. At the end of the snaking corridor was the first set piece of the exhibit. It appeared to be an airlock on a spaceship. “Please step into the airlock,” said Richard.

“How’s it going?” she said.

“Great. Can’t talk. I’m on duty.”

When there were six people in the airlock, Richard put his hand out to prevent more from entering and pressed a button on a panel next to him that rolled a door across the opening, separating those six within the airlock. A recording played. Paris recognized Whitney as the speaker, “Welcome to the Generation Omicron Long Distance Starship, or GOLD for short. Beyond the airlock is the remains of the doomed starship recreated for you. It is as accurate a representation as can be determined by our historians and scientists. Please stick together and do not linger in any one of the rooms too long so other may enjoy the exhibition too. Thanks for you patronage.” The door on the opposite side opened and the six visitors could hear the low thrumming sound of a machine in the distance. As they exited, the door closed behind them and six more people were loaded into the airlock.

Ahead of them, was a room that might have been an engineering room of a starship. Four figures stood rigidly at the various panels. Lights were flashing wildly. In one corner there was the gory remains of one, no two bodies that were dissected as if by several laser scalpels. A third person was standing over the bodies silently screaming. A computerized voice said, “… Reactor meltdown imminent... Evacuation recommended… Reactor meltdown imminent...” Presumably the chief engineer was giving orders to one of the other engineers while one of them is openly panicking.

“Hey, check this out,” one of the other people in Paris’ group of exhibit viewers said. He pointed to a wall where a crack widened and a hand tried to reach out before being pulled back and the wall sealing shut again.

“Think it will happen again?” someone else said.

They waited a moment. The lights dimmed in the room and a light above the exit turned on.

“I guess we have to move on.”

Through the next curtained off room they traveled and ended up on in a medical ward. Every bed was filled and other injured people were leaned up against walls, seated in office chairs, and some obviously dead people were lying on the ground. There was a couple doctors posed as if performing surgery right in the ward.

The computerized voice continued to announce the imminent meltdown.

Some of the visitors were feeling the dolls. “These look extraordinarily real.”

“You haven’t rented a doll?”

“No. I don’t have the money.”

“I’ll get you one next week. They are amazing. Don’t you agree, Paris?” The other student said.

“They are extra special,” she said.

“Check out this view port.”

On the left side was a view port into the interior of the ship. Looking through it, one could see several humans, naked, standing in rows and columns.

“There must thousands of them,” said one of the students who was looking left and right to try to determine the extent of the rows and columns.

The next two rooms were people fighting to get into escape pods. The voice over had dialog mixed into the computer warning about imminent destruction:

“Please remain calm. Panic will lead to more injuries.”

“Get out of the way!”

“Mary, no! I need to get on that pod.”

“That pod is full.”

“My daughter’s on that pod without me.”

“She’s lucky. There are no pods left.”

“What?”

“What?”

“Do you know who I am?”

“Dead. Now shut up and go find a place to die.”

The tour group rounded a corner to the left, implying they were half way around the gym. In front of them was a long flat wall of the ship to their left and black curtains on the right and above them. As they reached the midpoint, there was an opening in the wall and the large numbers of naked figures standing in long rows and columns were broken up by the sound of whooshing air. In the ceiling and painted on the black curtains were human bodies floating in space outside the ship.

“This isn’t a hull breach. Why was the door opened?” Said one of the visitors.

“Why were they just standing there, so tightly packed together?”

“Look, some of them are still standing in tight rows.”

“There are definitely thousands of them.”

“Can Ted make that many dolls?”

“I think there’s a matte painting in there.”

One of them reached in and there are a transparent barrier. “Force field?”

“Plastic. But I think it’s supposed to be a force field.”

“Cool.”

Traveling around the last bend, they heard the computer voice again before they passed through the next curtain.

“—eltdown imminent… Evacuati…”

“Someone shut that fucking thing off. I can’t think.”

Paris smiled. That was Ted’s voice.

“Sir, someone opened the cargo bay door.”

“What? What about the passengers?”

“We’ve lost about two hundred of them.”

“Given they were in stasis, they should survive in a vacuum indefinitely.”

“Are we going to mount a rescue?”

“They’re probably better off not being on the ship when it explodes.”

“None of that talk. Get me engineering,” the captain said.

A few beeping sounds played and several screams were heard over the intercom.

“Engineering! Compose yourselves. Status?”

“It was horrible, sir. A pulse of energy just sliced Higgins and Parker into several pieces.”

Distant, “Another spike.”

“Down!!”

A loud noise and more screaming played over the intercom.

The captain said, “Send reinforcement to engineering. They need to shutdown that reactor without getting sliced in half.”

The lights dimmed in the room and the tour group continued through the curtains. They emerged in the lobby, coming through the curtains behind Burke. Burke said, “If you are going to talk about the exhibit, please do so away from those who haven’t had a chance to experience it.”

Paris left the building and walked over to Ted. “Well?” he said.

She kissed him. “I had no idea you were a budding science fiction writer.”

He laughed. “Neither did I.”

“How much of that was people and how much was stage props?”

“Most of the figures in the rooms are people you know. The rest was made by the theater department.”

“Are you going to stand here all day?”

“I’ll probably sit down eventually. I’m actually waiting to see what Dean Wolch has to say. She did commission the exhibit.”

“How did the moving stuff work?”

“I’ll tell you later.”

The Truth - Chapter 3

“Just tell her you met someone new.”

“I spent the night out she’ll want details.”

“I could make sure she isn’t too curious,” he proposed. “Or I can add her to my harem?”

“Harem? I have to share you?”

“I’m afraid so.”

“By the way, why did you go after me before her? She’s basically as pretty as I am.”

“She works weird hours. I knew you would be home around 5:30.”

“Great, I’m predictable.”

“You also have a nicer rack.” He joked.

“A nicer rack?” she exclaimed trying to sound indignant. She ran her hands over her bare chest in what she probably thought was a seductive manner had she actually been wearing clothes.

“Yeah, I’ll experiment on her to see if a boob job is possible.” He stared at her as she rubbed her breasts. “You know. What you are doing is so hot because you’re still naked.”

Her hands stopped as she suddenly realized she was fondling her breasts in front of him. “My clothes!”

“Relax, you’ve been naked since the straightjacket came off. I just made you imagine you had clothes on.”

“What a dirty trick.” She turned sideways to cover herself.

He stared at her strangely, “You still have even a modicum of modesty left?”

“Well, yeah, this is still just a first date, sort of.”

“Okay, wear it for real.” As he spoke the outfit she thought she had been wearing appeared on her body.

“It’s really here this time?”

“Yes, you are wearing actual clothes now. And I must say they look good on you now that I’m finally seeing them. I had a feeling I’d like the look of your breasts in a sweater.”

She went over to the bag of wet clothes and fished out her other purse. “I actually saw this outfit at the store Debra works at.” She looked at her phone. “Oh, there are four voicemails and eleven texts.” She went through the texts before listening to the voicemails. “Most of the texts are from Debra asking where I’m at? Or why don’t I respond? The voicemails too, I'll bet. What should I do?”

“Go to sleep.”

Her chin drooped to her chest and she slept standing where she was.

Jon observed her for a moment before starting to write: “When asked, Sandra’s roommate Debra will come to Jon’s apartment without question.

“When engaged in sexual activity, Sandra’s pussy instantly becomes perfectly lubricated to maximize the pleasure felt by all participants engaging in the sexual act.

“Debra has all the same wards against injury and has the same ability to self-lubricate that Sandra has during sexual activity.

“When I start or finish a question with the words ‘tell me truthfully’, Sandra must answer the question immediately, truthfully and without leaving out any important details.

“While Debra is in my apartment, Sandra is free to talk to her about anything I’ve previous made it impossible for her to talk about.

“Debra has all the same verbal triggers Sandra has, substituting ‘Debra’ for ‘Sandra’ where appropriate.

“Debra and Sandra cannot become pregnant without my permission or until one year has passed since we last spoke.

“The next time I wake Sandra up she will not realize she was just woken up.”

Satisfied he said, “Wake up, Sandra. Call her and invite her over here.”

“But she’ll want to know why.”

“I’ve taken care of it. Just call her.” Before she could nay-say again he added, “I command it.”

“Oh, my,” she said in surprise and she started dialing her phone. “I- you- when did…?” She stopped mid-sentence as Debra answered the call. “Hey, Deb.” She listened. “No, you weren’t home when I got home and I forgot my keys so I’m in Jon’s apartment. I got soaked in that freak rainstorm.” She listened. “No, hey, why don’t you come on over? You gotta’ check out his apartment.” She listened. “No, I want it to be a surprise. Just come over.” She listened. “Okay, see you in a few.” She hung up. She turned to Jon, “Where did ‘I command’ come from?”

“I needed something that didn’t warp your sense of reality like the insist one does. Tell me truthfully how you feel about it?”

“I’m totally turned on. I’m quivering on the inside waiting for another command,” she immediately replied. “What? How did I blurt that out?”

“When Deb knocks, you will open the door for her, step back, and twirl in a circle while asking her if she likes your outfit. I command it.”

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“Then don’t do it.”

There was a knock at the door. Sandra was racing toward the door. “I can’t.” She opened the door and stepped back. Before Deb could respond, Sandra spun around and asked, “What do you think?”

Deb stepped in and said, “That looks just like the outfit I was modeling at the boutique last week. Except that one was blue.” She reached out and touched the sweater sleeve. “It’s cashmere, nice? The boutique doesn’t have this in green. Where did you get it?”

Jon stepped forward, “Please come in. I got it for her.” He closed the door.

“Sandra, that’s a $900 outfit. How did he get it for you?”

Sandra ushered Deb into the living room area. “Do you like how he keeps his apartment?”

“Wow, this place is spotless.” She turned to Jon, “I thought you were straight.”

“Funny,” he said. “Sandra said you were going to work later. What do you do at the boutique?”

“I model the clothing. Basically I stand around most of the day pretending to be a mannequin.”

“Really? Please sit down.” Jon had a thought. “Sandra, you should tell Deb about your evening last night. Don’t leave anything out, I insist. Debra, you must listen to whole story without interrupting, I insist. And you’ll forget I’m even in the room while Sandra tells her amazing tale, believe me.”

As they moved over to the couch to sit down, Sandra begins her tale with her trip home on the subway. While that goes on, Jon takes out the pen and writes: “Debra’s body can attain a state of absolute rigidity. While in that state, she does not need to eat, drink, or excrete. Her body maintains itself at a steady temperature regardless of the temperature around her and she will not perspire. Regardless of how she is posed she cannot become cramped or sore and could maintain any pose indefinitely. No force can modify her pose, including the position of her fingers or the expression on her face. She is immune to all damage. She is fully aware of her surroundings, hearing any sound she would normally hear, seeing anything that moves into her field of vision, etc. She can place herself in this state by thinking ‘I am rigid’ three times. She returns to normal by thinking ‘I am flesh’ three times or by my saying to her ‘Debra, return to flesh’. If I say, 'Debra, become rigid.' she becomes rigid as described except that she cannot return to normal by thinking 'I am flesh'. I can also make Sandra rigid and return her to normal by saying her name instead of Debra's.”

By the time he had written that out, Sandra was finishing the part about the blowjob. “Perfect,” he thought. “Now I’ll find out what happened after I fell asleep.”

Sandra continued, “I continued to lick his dick for several minutes before I realized he had fallen asleep. I lay there for a while with my face in his crotch unable to do anything because I was waiting for a command. It must have been around 9pm when he fell asleep because I lay there for at least three hours. And you know my fantasies. The whole time I was hoping he’d wake up and tell me to do something. Around midnight I thought I should get up and do something, so I got up. The evening was over and I was no longer his. I was wet from anticipation all that time so I masturbated for about an hour. It is amazing how incredible masturbating is when you can’t become sore.

“When my lust was fully sated, I got up and came into here. The floor was still a mess so I cleaned up the wet towel and floor. When I was done with that I went over to the desk. Jon had been glancing toward it all night. In the center drawer I found papers with the strangest writing on it. It had sentences that said things like ‘Sandra will do anything I say if I start or end the sentence with “I insist”’ He’s used these triggers on you and me a few moments ago.

“Shortly after that…”

Jon interrupted, “Shortly after that I woke up, caused breakfast to appear, encased Sandra in a straightjacket and made her think she was dressed when she wasn’t as well as making the outfit she’s now wearing appear from nowhere. Then I commanded her to get you to come down here. What do you think?”

Debra blinked, “I think most of that is fucking awesome. Sandra’s told me about her mind control fetish. She hasn’t called you Master so I see it didn’t go that far.”

“I’m not really into that,” Jon replied flatly. “I am curious what you are into. Suppose you could maintain your pose at work for hours.”

“Really? Do it.” She said standing up.

“I already have. Just think to yourself, ‘I am rigid’ three times and your body will…” Before he could finish her body obviously froze in place. “Interesting.”

“Debra?” Sandra stood up and wove her hands in front of Debra’s eyes. They did not blink.

“She’s immune to all damage. You can probably tap your finger on her eyes without harming them.” Jon explained.

“How does she turn back?”

“She didn’t ask me that. Did she?” He laughed. “She likes to dive in headfirst, I see. I want to leave her like this for a while so when she can move again she’ll see she’s perfectly fine.”

“What if I pushed her?”

“I suppose she’d fall down, no worse for the fall.”

Sandra gave Debra a shove and her rigid body fell over and rolled onto its right side.

“Couldn’t help yourself, could you?” Jon said as he crossed the room and picked up Debra.

“Take her in the bedroom and put her in front of your mirror. She’ll love that,” Sandra said.

Jon stood Debra up where she was and faced her toward the mostly blank wall in the room. He went to the desk and wrote: “When I finish this sentence, a floor to ceiling mirror will appear on the wall to my left. When I finish this sentence, Debra’s body will pivot so that she can see her reflection in the mirror.”

Sandra gasped, “Oh, that’s very nice. Did she move?”

“I turned her so she’s facing the right way to see herself.”

“I bet she is wet.”

Jon laughed. “Probably not. Remember your request for self-regulated lubrication. I did that to you and to her. So she’s probably bone dry unless someone is fondling her down there.”

Sandra purred, “That explains why I’ve been dry all this time. If you were hard and tried to enter me, I would become suddenly wet?”

“I believe that’s how it would work. And only wet enough to maximize our pleasure.”

“I am extremely horny. Are you going to do anything about that?”

“I thought you were impressed that I didn’t fuck you – how’d you say? – six ways to Sunday?”

“I’m passed that now.”

“Okay, I command you to prostrate yourself in front of me and beg for sex.”

Sandra dropped to floor in front of him. “Oh, please, fuck me. Fuck me any way you want. I am begging to feel your manhood inside me.”

“Stand up and remove your clothes. Then kneel with your ass resting on your feet and your hands resting on your lap. Wait like that to receive my manhood.”

As she practically tore her clothes off, he noted she had not been compelled to comply. She settled on the floor as requested and waited.

“Close your eyes and open your mouth slightly.” After she complied he continued, “Sandra, become rigid.”

As her body locked in place, Sandra became even more horny by her lack of control.

He opened his robe and shoved his partial erect dick into her mouth. He grabbed her head with both hands and proceeded to fuck her mouth like it was a sex toy.

She so wanted to lick him or suck him but she could not move a muscle.

When he was fully erect, he picked her up under her arms and lay her over the back of the sofa with her face on the seat and her legs hanging in mid-air bent in a kneeling position. He shoved his dick into her unprepared dry pussy. After less than a single dry stroke, her pussy was suddenly perfectly wet. He tried not to cum too quickly but every time he tried to slow down, her pussy became slightly drier, increasing the pleasure of friction to the point that he had to speed up his stroke again. Not too long after it started, he felt the head of his dick explode with pleasure. The surge of adrenaline made him pump into her harder, driving his seed deep inside her. Finally the rush subsided and he pulled out of her.

She remained unmoving, her legs bent hard at the knees, her face planted in the sofa cushion.

He went over to the desk and sat down. He wrote: “When I finish this sentence, an eight-inch long vibrating dildo, gel-style is fully inserted into Sandra’s pussy. An adhesive safe for use in human orifices holds it securely in place. The adhesive only releases when I give Sandra permission to remove the dildo. The adhesive reattaches automatically when the dildo is fully inserted. She cannot modify the intensity level of the vibrations without my permission. The batteries on this dildo never die. The moving parts on this dildo cannot break. When this dildo is inside her, Sandra cannot orgasm. When I finish this sentence, the dildo will turn on at 25% full power and Sandra is no longer rigid but she cannot move until I say she can.”

Sandra's slumped over the back of the sofa. But she still could not move.

Jon remembered she still could not move. “Sandra, you may speak only to respond to my questions. I command it. How are you feeling?”

“I was feeling lonely until something filled me up. Then it started humming and I didn’t feel so lonely.”

“Any questions?”

“This position would be perfect if I wanted to get pregnant. Is there anything you can do about that?”

“You don’t want to get pregnant?”

“With a guy I’m not even really dating? Not especially.”

“Fear not. When I modified your pussy earlier I also took the liberty to temporarily make you incapable of becoming pregnant.”

“How temporary?” she asked with a hint of alarm in her voice.

“Well, you could ask me to remove it at any time. Or we could not see each other for a year and the restriction would go away on its own. Okay?”

“Very thorough and I suppose thoughtful as well. One more thing.”

“What?”

“Not that I mind now that I have a friend, but how much longer will I be hanging like this?”

“I haven’t decided. I kind of like how your voice sounds muffled by the pillows.” He laughed, “Anything else?”

“I had something you might want to try with Debra.”

He let her hang for a minute before saying, “Okay, I’m curious. You can move.”

Sandra’s knees unflexed shifting her center of mass so it took her a bit of effort to extricate herself from the couch. “Wow, that thing didn’t move.”

“What didn’t move?”

“The vibrator.”

“Oh, so what am I to do with Debra?”

Sandra looked over at her friend who had not moved since she basically arrived. “Like mind control for me, she’s always fantasized about actually being a mannequin.”

“Like that?”

“No, as in made of plastic, remove my arms to take off my clothes. As in, take off my head and leave it in the back room while my body is out on display type of mannequin. As in, break me down, stuff my parts into separate shipping boxes and mail me to Hong Kong where they put me together for a trade show then break me down afterward and mail me home. That kind of mannequin.”

“Make her an inanimate object?”

“Well, yes and no, even though she’d be made of plastic she’d still be fully aware of her surroundings.” Sandra reached for her crotch and stopped short. “Um, Jon, why can’t I touch the vibrator?”

“Of course you can, turn it up to half, I insist.”

She reached down and turned the exposed knob. “Woah, that’s getting intense.” Her hand waved around just short of her crotch. “I still can’t touch it.”

“You like it when you lose control, I thought.”

Sandra’s eyes widened. “That settles it. You are evil. Please may I take it out or at least turn it off?”

“Okay, you may turn it down to 10% for the next three seconds.”

Her hand quickly turned the knob down. She sighed. “That’s not what I asked.”

“That’s what I’ve permitted.”

Five Minute Girl, Chapter 1

I haven't finished writing this story. I'm not sure how it ends, really. We might get to chapter 5 a couple months from now and then chapter 6 takes a few months to follow. My apologies if this happens. I will be interleaving these stories with Ted's Dolls releases at least through the end of January.

John was finishing episode umpteen of a program he promised himself he wouldn’t binge. When he glanced at the clock he considered watching another episode. It was after two in the morning. Though the clothing store he owned didn’t open until ten in the morning, this was the third time this week he was up so late. Summoning some willpower he turned off the television and got up.

Turning around he was shocked to see a naked woman standing behind his sofa looking past him. Suppressing a shout of surprise he blurted out, “Who are you?”

She did not answer. He realized she didn’t seem to be moving or even breathing. Turning on a light it became apparent that she or it was a mannequin. How had a mannequin gotten there? he wondered. That show is far too absorbing.

It was a fine looking mannequin, natural skin color, natural proportions. It didn’t seem to have any obvious way to take it apart. How could one dress it if it could not be taken apart, especially given the way the arms were out from its sides? He wondered.

Maybe this is a dream, he thought. He walked past the mannequin and went to bed.

The alarm sounded promptly at nine o'clock. He got up, used the bathroom, showered, and got dressed. As he left his bedroom he saw the mannequin standing right where it had been the night before. “I guess it wasn't a dream,” he said to no one. He glanced at the clock in the kitchenette and muttered about the lack of time before grabbing his wallet and keys and leaving for work.

He arrived at work around ten o'clock as he usually did. Shelly, his assistant manager and top employee had already begun prep for the day. “Sorry I'm late. I've been binging that show and I completely lose track of time.”

“Don't apologize to me. You're the boss.”

“Well, that doesn't mean I shouldn't be more responsible.”

“Sure, John.”

The day fell into a familiar rhythm and soon he returned home that evening with some take out Chinese food. This time he was not surprised to find the mannequin in his living room. After eating, he finally took the time to really look at it. The face wasn’t one he’d seen in any mannequin manufacturer's catalogs. The mannequin's proportions were also a bit more realistic than usually found in a mannequin. And the fact that it couldn’t be disassembled made him wonder how anyone could use such a mannequin.

He picked it up to remove it from the middle of his living room, putting it in a corner facing the living room. Soon, he was eating dinner and continuing his show, taking breaks only to use the bathroom and to throw away the trash dinner created. This night, he managed to drag himself away from the television by one o'clock in the morning.

* * *

The next afternoon at work he was in his office when Shelly knocked on his open door frame. “Yes?”

“John, do you want me to change the dummy in the window? We just got the nice blue dress in that might look good in the window.”

He shook his head and said, “Oh, wait. Did I tell you about the new mannequin?”

“No.”

“The strangest thing. I was watching my show and when I was ready for bed there was a mannequin behind me in my living room.”

“What?”

“I know. It's a great looking mannequin. I keep forgetting to bring it in.”

“Should I wait until you bring the new one in?”

“Yeah. No reason to wrestle with those things twice trying to get them dressed.”

He returned home that evening with some take out and a plan. He spent a few hours on the web trying to find what company manufactured this kind of mannequin. While searching it for any kind manufacturing markings, serial or product numbers, anything that would give him a clue, he noticed the hair on its head was real and attached to the head individually.

Who would pay for such detailed hair on a mannequin? As he pondered this, his hand brushed across a small square bump where the top of its neck met the hairline. Spreading the hair away from the top of its neck, he discovered a silver colored, squarish, unlabeled push button, about the size of a dime. He could not think of a reason not to press the button. So, he did.

The silver button glowed brightly and vanished. In an instant, the figure was no longer plastic. In its place stood a woman, living, breathing, and unclothed. “Where am I?” She asked.

“You're in my apartment, Miss...?”

She nonchalantly reached over to shake his hand, only then realizing she was naked. Smoothly, she turned sideways, cutting off his view of her crotch and covered her lovely breasts with her left forearm. “I'm Erica Pullman.” She looked around the apartment. “Nice place you have here. You are?”

He was gentlemanly enough to keep focused on her face, “I'm John Herrick and I have no idea what you are doing in my apartment. Do you?”

“Do you have anything to cover me up with?”

He went over to a closet close to the bathroom and pulled out a couple fluffy towels and handed them to her. He turned around, “Have a seat on the sofa.”

“Thanks,” she replied. After a few seconds she added, “You can join me now.”

He turn to find her wrapped in the one towel, with the second one laid across the sofa. He sat down and asked, “How did you end up in my apartment?”

“I don't know if I'll have time to tell you before something else strange happens.”

“I have time.”

She smiled, “Well, the short answer is a mischievous genie interpreted my wishes incorrectly.”

Crazy dangerous or crazy delusional, he wondered. He decided to play along. “They tend to do that, from what I've heard. Though, I wasn't aware they actually existed.”

“Well, I'm fairly sure I can confirm their existence. When I arrived I was a mannequin, wasn't I?”

“Well, yes,” he replied, intrigued by the possibility that genies might really exist. Mannequins don’t generally come to life.

“Well, that was my first wish. I wished I could turn into a mannequin and be turned back to normal so I could dress myself. See the problem?”

“No, you turned back to normal when I pressed that button on your neck.”

“Yes, but I wanted it to be so I could turn myself back to--” She did not finish her thought as in an instant the flesh and blood woman was replaced by a nearly identical replica. She sat immobilized on his sofa, once again made of plastic: a mannequin.

He waved his hand in front of her face and felt foolish for doing so. He leaned forward and pushed the button on her neck.

After turning back to flesh, she sighed, “See? You can turn me back to flesh. I can't. I wanted to have a bit more control over when I'm a mannequin. It seems I'm destined to be at my owner's mercy.”

“Owner? Are you calling me your owner?”

“I can't really do much for myself since I turn into a mannequin five minutes after I’m restored to flesh. My second wish was that I would attract clientele to the shop I was in when I modeled the clothing there. I thought with my first wish I could command a decent salary from a high end store just working weekends. But apparently I can only get five minute breaks.”

“None of that explains how you ended up here?”

“Oh, to prevent total abuse, my final wish was to have the ability to leave my current employer and be taken to a random women's clothing store owner who would be interested in having a living mannequin for his or her store front who had not already been my owner. My last employer was such an ass. She would never change my clothes. I would be dressed up in the most expensive thing in the shop and stand in the most boring poses in her window. When they ran out of that design, she'd put me in the next most expensive thing and repeat. The second time she did that I had been there over a year and the whole time had been spent in a window with dirty glass and yellow lights. When the second most expensive thing finally sold out I had my chance to exercise my third wish.” She looked John up and down, “You do own a clothing store, right?”

“Yes, it’s been my family’s store for forty years or so. I took it over from Mom a few years ago. I can see how you could be useful in creating some unusual displays since you have a full range of human motion unlike most mannequins. But, after that story...” He stopped as she turned into a mannequin again.

“Are you aware as a mannequin?” he asked before pushing the button.

“Yes, I'm normally fully aware. When I change owners I become disoriented. I was unaware until you became my owner. That's why I was surprised I was somewhere else when you first pushed the button.”

“So each button push only lasts five minutes.”

“Yes,” she sighed. “I'm the five minute girl.” After a short awkward pause, she added, “So, here we are.”

“Yes, we are.” John said, “I was planning to take you, the mannequin, to the shop tomorrow. I doubt you find spending all day here in my apartment at all interesting. I'm not sure what to do with you now.”

“Can we just watch TV or something?” She crossed her legs and sat back on the sofa pointing toward the television. “That black, flat panel is a television, right? I haven't watched anything in ages.” She settled back in the chair.

“Okay,” he replied hesitantly. As she turned into a mannequin, he added, “That wasn't five minutes was it?” Then he realized what happened, “Oh, right. You can turn yourself into a mannequin any time.”

He continued the show he had been watching the night before. “I guess since you turned yourself into a mannequin you don't care what we watch.” He pressed the button and she nodded.

“Yes. You can put anything on. I haven't watch TV in ages.” She leaned against him and transformed back into a mannequin. He had not shared his couch in a while.

His mind wandered as the show played. If she had not watched anything in ages she probably was not up to date on this show. But, being a mannequin, if she had questions, she could not ask them.

After a couple episodes, he became tired. When the third episode ended he stopped the show. “I'm going to bed.” He said as he pushed her button.

“Okay. That was an interesting show. I think I get who everyone is now. Thanks for describing how they're all related when they each first appeared.”

“Not many storefronts face televisions, do they?”

“No, but I am very good at making up stories about the people who walk by in front of me.” She laughed.

“I'd love to hear them sometimes.” John said, though he wasn't sure why. “Do you sleep? I suppose you don't need a pillow.”

“No, sometimes I don't notice the passing of time. But, it never really feels like sleep.”

“You could watch the show I was watching from the beginning if you like.”

“It's on?”

“On? No, but I can restart the series from the beginning.” I went through the menus and started the series with its first episode.

“Even TV has changed all these years. That's cool. Thanks.” She said as she settled down in the sofa and transformed herself into a mannequin.

“Goodnight,” he said. He put the remote down within reach before realizing how silly that was and went to bed.

* * *

In the morning, the living room was just as he had left it. A mannequin wrapped in a towel was sitting on his sofa watching a streaming video. He grabbed a cup of coffee before pushing her button.

She turned, “Can I have a sip? I haven't had coffee in ages.”

“I can make you your own.”

“I won't finish it in five minutes and it'll probably end up getting cold. I just want a taste.”

“How about you put this on so you don't have to wrap yourself in that blanket?” He handed her an oversized T-shirt. She nonchalantly dropped the blanket and pulled the shirt over her head. It hung down to mid-thigh and was only stretched a bit at her top and hips. She reached for the cup and took a sip, “Mmmm.”

“I was thinking,” he began. “I don't have anywhere to put you in the store today. I could leave you here in front of the TV and then you could start at the shop tomorrow.”

“Really?” She asked. “This show is so good. I should be caught up by the time you get home.”

“And it will give me a chance to pick up some clothes for you. Not that women's sizes mean anything, but what are your sizes?”

“My dress size averages around 2. I wear size 6 shoes. And my bra size is 33B if you can find it. 34B will work otherwise.”

“Height?”

“Five foot, eight inches. When I tried runway modeling they always complained I was too short.”

“Are you sure you don't want anything else before I leave?”

“I'm good,” she replied. She turned back toward the television, resumed the show she was watching, and turned herself into a mannequin.

“Okay, see you later,” he said, feeling only a little silly when she did not react.

The Truth - Chapter 2

Jon woke with a start. The room was dark and he thought he had been dreaming. “Sandra?” he looked around for her. She was not in the bedroom. He grabbed his robe and put it on as he stepped out of the bedroom.

Sandra sat on the couch. She turned to him as he entered and said, “Can we talk about what happened tonight?”

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“Trust me. I’m not mad. I’m actually turned on,” she stopped. Seeing the confused look on his face, she held up a few pieces of paper. “I know what you did, sort of, and I want to talk about it without you commanding me to forget or something. Just please sit here so we can talk.”

He sat down cautiously at the end of the couch.

“After I read these pages, I thought about the number of times you said ‘I insist’ or ‘believe me’ last night and it all started to make some sense. It’s no longer evening so technically I no longer need to quote please the man I’m with end-quote.” She laughed. “I have always fantasized about being under a man’s total control and you fulfilled that fantasy like a gentleman. So, I thank you.”

“Um, you’re welcome. You’re not upset?”

“Why didn’t you just fuck me six ways to Sunday? Or turn me into a lustful bimbo?”

He didn’t answer.

“I don’t know why either and I don’t know how I feel because some of your controls are still in place. I was hoping you could release them so we could talk honestly. I can’t promise how I’ll feel after you remove those controls but I think after I digest everything that happened last night I’ll see you as the decent man you are.”

“Why didn’t you leave once you knew what happened?”

“Two reasons. I didn’t want to forget being under your control. According to this paper I will when I leave. And two, I can’t leave until I drink a second hot drink because of one your ‘I insists’.”

“Go to sleep,” he said. She immediately slumped back in the sofa. “This is unexpected,” he told no one. Looking around the room for the first time, he noticed she had cleaned up the puddles by the front door.

He went to the desk and took out the pen. After a moment collecting his thoughts, he wrote: “The next time I say ‘be yourself’ to Sandra, her emotional state will return to the state it was in as she walked into my apartment last night. Her mental state will also return to how it was when she walked in last night except she will remember everything that happened last night.

“When I next wake Sandra up, she will sit up straight where she is. From that point on she will be unable to move from that spot on the couch until I say ‘you are released’.

“Whenever I precede a command with the words ‘I command you to’ or follow a sentence with the words ‘I command it’, Sandra will immediately obey the command. She will be fully aware that she must obey the command and that she is unable to resist the command.

“Sandra will remember what happened in this apartment last night. This command overrides the prior command for her to forget when she exits the apartment. Regarding anything that has or will happen brought about by the pen, she cannot discuss what happened, write down what happened, or answer questions about what happened in any way, shape, or form with anyone other than me.”

Satisfied, he got up and returned to the sofa. After settling himself, he said, “Wake up, Sandra.”

“What did-” she stopped mid-sentence. “I still remember. I don’t feel any different.”

“Be yourself.”

“Oh, my- Oh, God, I’m naked.” She shimmied slightly.

“Calm down.”

“I can’t get up,” she wailed, panic entering her voice.

“No, you can’t. Now settle down and calmly think rationally about all that happened last night. Don’t make me insist.”

“You- you-” she took a deep breath.

“Do you feel like yourself again?”

“Why am I still naked?”

“After all that happened last night, that is what you want to focus on?”

She pouted but it was a fake pout.

He looked straight at her, “You said you wanted to talk about last night. So now you are free from all the compulsions I made last night. Let’s talk.” Before she could point it out he added, “Yes, I’ve added some new compulsions but none of them affect your emotions, just your ability to jump up and punch me.”

She laughed. “Well, if I’m going to sit here naked in the flesh I may as well sit here naked in my soul. Last night was amazing.” She tilted her head back in reverie of the evening then just as suddenly looked right at Jon and said, “It was also extremely rude to basically kidnap me and have your way with me.” She paused. “Of course that was also part of what made last night amazing.

“I’m very controlling in a relationship,” she continued. “All beautiful women have to control their men or they get treated like crap. Deep down I’ve always wanted a man to utterly dominate me. But, there’s a big different between pretending to be under someone else’s control and actually being under someone else’s control. Last night, you were in total control and my subconscious must have been doing cartwheels.

“That’s why, as your words made me horny, I also became easier and easier to manipulate. You could have had me calling you Master and myself Master’s Slave if you had wanted. Oh, that is so frightening and so delicious at the same time.”

He waved his hands in front of her. “Wait, let me get this straight. The woman I decided to test out my ability with on a lark happens to be a closet submissive who wants me to keep her?”

“I didn’t say that but it is worth considering,” she pondered. “How does this work? Is the paper special? I know the pen I’m not supposed to touch is involved. Does it work on any paper?”

“I don’t really know. I only received the pen from my late uncle yesterday.”

“I was your guinea pig? You haven’t been planning to take me for some time now?”

“Well, yes. You’re the hot chick in my apartment building. Who else would I test out my new found magic pen on?”

She laughed. “I suppose I should feel complimented.”

“You certainly should,” he also laughed. “Just be glad I didn’t turn you into a prude or something.”

“Oh, that would be worse than death,” she cajoled. “I thought you were a nice guy.”

“Okay, so now what do we do?”

“I don’t think I really want to be a slave. That’s just a fantasy but I don’t want to forget last night either.” She looked at him earnestly. “I want you to take control again but I also want to know that in the morning I’ll still be me.”

“I’ve already fixed the forgetting thing,” he said. “Actually, since you are willing, I wonder if you’d be willing to let me experiment some more. As I said, I received the pen yesterday and there weren’t any instructions about its limitations.”

A look of shock crossed her face, she whispered, “You caused it to rain out of nowhere. What kind of limitations could there be?”

“Well, I’ve tried to change myself a few times but they didn’t work.”

“Well, that must have something to do with you being the writer since obviously the pen can change people. I must have given you a two-hour blowjob and neither my mouth nor my jaw were tired afterward thanks to what you wrote on one of those pages. I wonder what else you could change about me.”

“You don’t need a boob job.”

She knitted her eyebrows in mock disgust. “How about something simple like a manicure?”

“Describe what you want.”

“I want natural fingernails hanging three-quarters of inch long with French tips and a manicure.”

Jon went to the desk and wrote something with the pen. “Okay, say perfect manicure.”

“Perfect manicure,” she said questioningly. Suddenly her fingernails were as she had described. “Oh, my God. That just saved me a hundred dollars.” She squealed with delight then stopped. “Can I get up now?”

“You are released.”

She stood up quickly. “Whoa. Give me a little warning next time.” She zeroed in on his eyes as they watched her breasts jiggle. “Okay, can you magic up some clothes?”

He grinned, “Okay, one moment.” Then, he wrote: “When I finish this sentence, Sandra will be securely strapped into a standard straightjacket with one modification: on the crotch strap are vinyl protrusions placed and shaped perfectly to massage her clit and her anus whenever she struggles against the jacket.” He placed the period with a flourish.

“Hey,” she yelped, finding herself wrapped in a straitjacket. “What did you do?”

Jon could not help himself from laughing at the look of shock on her face. Then he spoke seriously and overly strict diction, “I shall note that I can indeed magic up a garment.”

“This is not funny.” She walked toward him and stopped. “What is between my legs?”

“A straightjacket has a strap that goes between your legs so you can’t pull the jacket over your head.”

“I know that.” She squirmed. “It’s rubbing my—What did you do?”

“Struggle and find out,” he stuttered out between laughs. “I believe you wanted clothes so I would stop looking at your boobs. I barely notice them under all that canvas so I don’t understand what the problem is.”

“You know exactly what the- Those things down there feel even better when I try to escape.” She shook her head. “Regardless, get this thing off me.”

“How good do they feel?”

“Get. It. Off. Me.”

“Watch your mouth or I’ll gag it.” He grinned evilly.

She glared at him then asked evenly, “Would you please remove this straightjacket from me, dearest Jon?”

“That’s better,” he replied. “Magically or should I undo the straps?”

“Whatever’s faster.”

“Magic it is.” He wrote: “When I finish writing this sentence the straightjacket on Sandra will appear on a kitchen chair, no longer encasing her.

“The next time Sandra says, ‘That’s what I want to wear’, she will believe with all her senses that an outfit she has just described has magically appeared on her body although in reality she will still be naked. She will not realize the outfit does not exist until I remind her she is still naked. At that moment she will realize she was tricked into thinking she was clothed. Once the joke has been revealed, I can say ‘okay, wear it.’ And she will become clothed in the outfit described.” He put the pen down and noticed Sandra fingering the crotch strap of the straightjacket. “We could put that back on you.”

“No, thanks.”

“Okay, fully describe an outfit and when you are done say, ‘That’s what I want to wear.’ It will then appear on your body.”

“Any outfit?”

“I suppose. Don’t cause a famous outfit to suddenly become missing from some museum somewhere. Just describe something nice.”

“Okay, as foundation I’m wearing a perfectly fitting black lacy bra and panty set. The outer top is a tight, dark green, cashmere sweater. The matching bottom is a knee-length pencil skirt with a black lacey pattern on a hunter green background. It is complemented by noir knee-high tights with a hint of green tint in them. A pair of hunter green, four-inch heeled patent leather pumps with matching clutch having black trim accessorize the ensemble. Gold hoop earrings and an emerald necklace on a gold chain finish the look. Oh, and touch up my makeup. That’s what I want to wear.”

“Wow, nice,” he guessed.

She looked down at herself. “Oh, it looks gorgeous. Do you have a mirror?”

“In the bedroom, on the closet door.”

“Oh, yeah. Be right back.” Her voice trailed away as she ran out of the room.

“It’s just perfect.” She called from the bedroom. “Oh, I should have added a ring to compliment the French manicure.”

“Maybe next time, Sandra.”

She strutted back into the living room, unaware of how walking like that made her breasts sway even more than usual. He silently sighed.

“Let’s make you an outfit and go out.”

“It’s only 7:30 in the morning. I think the clubs are closed.”

“It’s Saturday, too, so I can’t even show this off at work.” She complained. “At least I have this outfit. That mess I was in last night is probably ruined from sitting in that bag all night.”

He laughed. “We can whip up a whole wardrobe if we need to. I don’t think you can complain about last night’s outfit.”

“How about breakfast? I’d love a short stack of caramel apple pancakes with two eggs over easy and glass of orange juice.” She glanced at the pen hopefully.

He wrote: “An expertly prepared version of the breakfast Sandra just described, for two, appears on the kitchen table with appropriate plates and flatware the next time I put this pen down.” He sets the pen down and the room is suddenly scented by apples and caramel. “That smells good.”

She stepped over to the table. “Oh, it’s perfect.” She sat down and cut into the pancakes. She bit into it and moaned, “Oh, that is divine.”

They eat quietly until there is little more that crumbs left. “We didn’t eat all night, did we?”

“No, you were too busy showing off how you can give two-hour blow jobs.”

“It’s not my fault you turned me into some kind of sex machine.”

“If I commanded you to do nothing but masturbate forever and hooked you up to an I.V. food drip, I bet you would play with yourself until you died of old age.”

“I’d prefer not to find that out.” She replied. “Besides at some point I would not be properly lubricated.”

“I can fix that.”

She was about to admonish him when she stopped herself. “Make it so I’m always lubricated exactly at the level needed to maximize pleasure when I’m sexual aroused. And make me immune to yeast infections while you are at it.”

“If I wrote you were immune to cancer, how would we know if it worked?” Jon wondered aloud.

“We wouldn’t,” she said. “Wow, you could change the world with that pen.”

“Um, probably but that is not a good idea,” Jon said. “My uncle said subtlety is the best way to use the pen. He noted that obvious use of the pen might attract undo attention. It’s not like I could stop someone from shooting me if I didn’t plan ahead for it.”

“Subtlety? You made it rain on a clear day.”

“I wasn’t really thinking about subtlety at the time,” Jon admitted with a leer. He got up and said, “I’ll take care of the dishes.” He went to the desk and wrote: “When I finish this sentence, the apartment will be totally clean with everything that belongs somewhere where it belongs and objects lacking a designated place left where they are.”

“Woah,” Sandra exclaimed. “That was more than the dishes. Can you clean my apartment to?”

“What about your roommate? Won’t she notice?”

“I forgot all about Debra,” Sandra gasped. “What will I tell her about where I’ve been?”

CAP - Forgotten

Who is this? Who did this? Does anyone else remember? *shrug*

Transcript:

Nick: I'm telling you, Jim. There's someone sitting right there.

Jim: I don't see anybody.

Nick: The spell that makes them unnoticeable also makes them immobile and forgotten. It's positively evil.

Jim: If they're forgotten, how do you know about them?

Nick: I created a memory charm so I don't forget she's here.

Jim: She? Is she hot?

Nick: Yes. But she's also wearing a school uniform that's from like the 1980s. You know the ones in the display cases in the main entrance hall? She's weaing one of those uniforms.

Jim: Let's say I believe you. What are you going to do about it? Maybe there's a reason she was forgotten.

Nick: That's the thing. She been forgotten. Whoever cast the spell on her might not even remember her. No one is going to dispell the spell. She'll just sit here in Lecture Hall 2 forever.

Jim: That's kind of hot, too. How can you see her?

Nick: With this charm. Here, take this.

Jim: Wow, she is hot.

Nick: Who's hot?

Ted's Dolls 32: Ted 4

If you haven't read any of the Ted's Dolls stories before, you should start with Ted's Dolls 1: Jane.

Ted watched Jane and Emily head back to their own dorm. He said to Richard, “How was it fucking for three days?”

“I don’t really remember much of it. It was a blur. I had never blissed before.”

“Did you bliss immediately?”

“No, at first I was confused and then I could feel the ecstasy coming from Emily and it overwhelmed me.”

“You could feel her ecstasy?”

“Yeah, like we were sharing feelings. I hope she gets better control. I really want to feel that again.”

Ted’s phone indicated a text message had arrived. He ignored it.

“Well, right now, she’s playing with fire. And my casual attitude has not prepared her for life as a wizard. I should probably give her some tutelage.”

“I’ll push her in that direction.”

Ted looked at his phone. “I should respond to this text. See you later, Richard.”

“Take care.”

Ted left Richard’s room and was not fully surprised by who had sent him a text.

* * *

Ted entered Professor Tiddle’s office. She stood as he entered. “You wanted to see me?” He said. He sat down in the chair opposite her desk.

“Ted. Yes, I was told by some of my students that you hired them to paint some mural pieces for your exhibition.” She closed the door to her office and sat down at her desk.

“When you told me you were disappointed none of your students received the grant, the least I could do was employ them to work on my exhibit.”

“Employ?”

“Yes, I’m paying them part of the grant money.”

“That’s fabulous. It’s awfully generous of you to share that money with other students.”

“I have another source of income. Besides, the exhibition would suck without those murals.”

“I would suggest you could share your design with me if you needed a second opinion. I’m sure you know that and since you haven’t shared, you don’t need me.”

“Well, don’t make it sound like I’m tossing you away like an old shoe. That’s the kind of thing they do in the Drama department.”

She laughed. “I was hoping to get a sneak peak.”

“I would ask you to participate but I’m sure you need to be available during Alumni Weekend.”

“No. I don’t. Not really. If you wanted to ask me to participate I would be glad to make myself available…”

“To be turned into a doll and displayed to the campus like a piece of artwork.”

She shuddered. “Yes.” After a moment, she opened her eyes to find the biggest Cheshire grin on Ted’s face. “You’re going to make me ask you.”

“Yes. I am.”

“Ted, I would be indebted to you deeply if you were so kind as to include me in your Exhibition three days from now.”

“Close enough. Although three days isn’t a lot of lead time. Maybe you should have asked me sooner.”

“You could turn me into a doll and use my mouth however you like. Would that sweeten the deal?”

“You would have sex with a student?”

“Certainly not. I would also prefer that students not have sex with dolls in my office. But, I could make an exception for the latter this once.”

“What would Mr. Tiddle say to that?”

“That cuck? He’d probably want to watch.”

“Really? How about you and Mr. Tiddle be my dolls sunset to sunrise on weekdays and all day on weekends for a couple weeks? I can do anything with you both during those times. Fuck you, rent you, ignore you, etc.”

“Only if Mr. Tiddle always has a vagina during those times. And sometimes I have a cock.”

“You don’t get to dictate anything about how you are treated. But, you are welcome to decide how Mr. Tiddle – Steve, isn’t it? – how Steve is treated.”

“You won’t let me bone my cuck? What if you could have us for all of winter break?”

“I will allow you to bone Steve and you both will be mine until February.”

“Deal.”

“Be at my dorm room Monday by five. Sundown starts early this late in the year.”

“Monday?”

“I’m too busy this week for other shenanigans. You’ll spend the weekend in the exhibit.”

* * *

Ted wasn’t sure what he had just done. Nor did he have time to really think about it. He returned to his dorm and made a video call to his grandmother.

“Is that you, Teddy?

“It is, Nana. How are you feeling?”

“I’m fit as fiddle. I was just going to go visit Tilly.”

“Bring me along.”

“Oh, right. I can do that. Let’s go.” She got up and left the house. The garden behind her home was vast. “To whom do I owe a favor for getting you to call?”

“I called you before Thanksgiving and I saw you on Thanksgiving.”

“True, you do reach out to me more than Henry.”

“But, you do owe a woman named Emily for this call.”

“Oh.”

“She turned herself into a doll.”

“She’s a wizard.”

“She is now. She probably doesn’t descend from the Ionescu line. But she doesn’t know any other wizards but me.”

“Good afternoon, Tilly,” Nana said, looking away from the phone. Tilly’s stony visage appeared on Ted’s phone. The left corner of her mouth was turned up to give her face a playful smile and Ted always thought he could see a twinkle in her eyes. “Can you see her, Teddy?”

“I can. Good Day, Aunt Tilly. I promise to stop by before New Years. It’s December sixth today.”

“Did you hear him, Tilly? I’ll just have to hope you did. How does she look, Teddy?”

“Aside from her childhood photographs, she looks the only way I’ve ever known her, Nana.”

“I suppose that’s true.” She sat down in a chair set not far from the statue. “So, about this Emily. What’s her last name and can you get any information about where her family hails from?”

“Scarborough. That’s really all I know. I’ll ask her and get back to you.”

“Scarborough? That name is in one of my books. I’ll find it before you get back to me.”

“It’s a race then, Nana. Good luck.”

“Oh, you. Not everything is a game.”

“It can be.”

“You get that from my brother Bart. He would bet on anything and he’d usually win. People stopped betting with him I think it drove him to drink.”

“You’ve told me about Bart before.”

“And I’ll tell you again many more times. Eventually I won’t be able to and you’ll have to settle with telling the stories yourself.”

“I could ask Tilly.”

“Like she’ll tell you anything.”

* * *

Friday night, Ted was in the gymnasium directing traffic. He had audio technicians from the communications department trying to install a temporary sound system. Carpenters and seamstresses from the set design group of the Drama department were installing backgrounds. The artists from the Art department were making sure the mural panels were laid out in the proper order and right side up.

As each section was completed, Ted had people wheel in the paid volunteers who had been transformed the night before to conserve his not-truly-boundless energy reserves. They were all covered in sheets and once they were set in place, he had the section evacuated so he could take the sheets off. He had closer friends there to help. Friends he knew would not reveal anything about the transformations.

As the last few sections were ready, the volunteers who had not already been transformed were brought in one by one to take their place among the other set pieces. Mr. and Mrs. Tiddle arrived and were brought into a room where nothing else was set up.

“This room is bare,” Professor Tiddle said.

“I didn’t want to ruin the surprise. Stand over there. And you there, Mr. Tiddle.”

“How should we pose?”

“3… 2… 1…  Doesn’t matter.” And they began a transformation process that would take nearly half an hour. These were not simple doll transformations.

As the setup neared completion and many of the production crew were leaving, Ted saw Tamara.

“You look like hell,” she said.

“Pleased to see you, too.”

“You asked me to come here tonight.”

“Yes. The exhibit is ready. I’d like you to go through it and photograph it in its pristine condition. I can trust you not leak any photos to the Internet between now and Sunday, I think.”

“Of course.”

Ted was tired when he finished. Standing by the exit was a maintenance worker. “Ready to lock up?”

“Waitin’ on you, Kid.” They stepped outside and the man put a key in the lock. “That is some impressive shit in there. You make all that?”

“I designed it. Had a lot of help making it.”

“Cool. There you go. Aside from your crew, no one’s getting into the gym until I unlock the doors at ten tomorrow.”

“Thanks a lot.”

* * *

Ted headed over to the auditorium. The show had just ended and the Alumni were slowly exiting. He stood near an exit until he spotted his father. “Dad?”

They met in the middle of the slow tide of people leaving the building. His mother hugged him. “How are you, Theodore?”

“I’m a bit tired. I just finished my exhibit and came to catch you before you went back to the hotel.”

“I heard you called Nana a couple days ago.”

“I’m sure she told you why,” he said as he embraced Catherine.

“Is Emily around?” She said.

“She’s in the exhibit hall at the moment.”

“Of course. How about Jane? I’m guessing she’s part of the exhibit as well.”

“She is.”

“We saw Paris earlier. She said she had to be human this weekend.”

“Yes. We haven’t really seen each other this week. Next week won’t be crazy.”

“Just studying for exams.”

“Just that. Yes.”

* * *

The door to Ted’s dorm room opened slowly. Candles were lit on his desk and along the shelf where the milk crates were stacked. All the crates were empty. The volunteers had stored their clothing in the gymnasium lockers. Smooth, slow jazz played softly in the background.

Paris was on his bed, her face illuminated by her phone. Her body mostly in darkness. White lingerie was easily visible against her unlit skin. She put her phone down on the shelf and gave Ted a come hither gesture with one index finger.

Ted unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall off behind him as he dropped his jeans to the floor. He slipped into bed beside her. Her lips were warm as they pressed against his. Her nipples poked his chest through the thin demi-bra she wore.

His hands ran up her thigh and squeezed her as she pressed herself against him. The kiss turned sloppy and his mouth escaped to suck gently down her neck.

Her hand reached into his boxers and pulled him free of them. She wore stockings and a garter belt, but not panties. She guided him between her thighs. His tip pressed gently against the walls of her womanhood. He didn’t immediately push inside, instead rubbing against the entrance playfully. His teasing stroke ended when she pushed him down and inside her.

They continued in relative silence, the occasional moan or squeak of flesh weaving into the rhythm of the smooth jazz.

The Truth - Chapter 1

He spent some time in thought. He wondered about the pen’s limits and just what was and what was not subtle. Precise writing was probably important. He did not want to destroy mankind because he forgot a comma. Was that possible?

He shook his head in disgust. That line of thought can only lead to madness. Just like belief in magic pens, he amused himself with the thought.

He had his idea. He wrote:

“When my neighbor Sandra reaches this block on her way home from work, heavy rains will pour down until one minute after she enters this apartment building. No matter how quickly she makes it into the apartment building every article of clothing she is wearing will be soaked through with water. Her apartment keys are in her apartment. She is unaware of this until she tries to get into her apartment. She will notice my apartment door is open and will enter my apartment hoping to borrow a towel. She will close the door behind her. Whatever I tell her she should do preceded by or ending with the words ‘I insist’, she will do so because she believes whatever I insisted was the most obvious thing she must do. Anything I tell her starting with or ending the words ‘believe me’ will be impossible for her to disagree with. No matter what happens while she is here tonight, when she leaves my apartment, she will only remember coming to borrow a towel and my loaning her a robe to take back to her apartment.”

He started to clean the apartment when he stopped and went over to the desk. He took out another piece of paper. “Every piece of dust, dirt, lint, and garbage in my apartment is now in the dumpster. Anything that needs cleaning or laundering is now completely clean. Anything that is out of its designated place in this apartment as I write this will now be where it belongs neatly. Anything that does not have a designated place as I write this will now be on the kitchen table.” Suddenly the room looked spotless. A stray sock in the corner disappeared. The kitchen sink was empty and shining. The sofa cushions straightened and fluffed themselves. That was not subtle, he thought. He went to the kitchenette and found a few items he had borrowed from friends and never returned. He stacked them neatly and stated, “This is your designated place.”

There was a sudden flash and clap of thunder as rain pelted the street. He hurried to the apartment door and opened it then returned to his desk. There he slipped the pen and papers into a drawer. A moment later he heard footsteps in the hallway.

“Hey, Jon, can you believe that rain out there?” Sandra poked her head around the door before walking in and closing the door. “Can I borrow a towel? I feel like a drowned rat.” Her long, dark hair looked like a ragged mop and her blouse, jacket and skirt were soaked through with water. Her shoes squishes as she moved.

“Yeah, that rain came from nowhere.” Jon got up and went to get a towel saying, “Stay right there to keep your dripping all over my floor in one place.”

“Oh, my God, Jon, I’m sorrow about the mess,” she said trying to stay near the door. “I can’t find my keys and I don’t want to look for the super looking like this.”

As he returned to the room with the towel in his hand, a look of shock crossed his face and he said, “Oh, you are soaked. I insist you remove those wet clothes this instant. You might catch a cold or something. You can borrow a robe later.” He held the towel out to her.

She started to reach for the towel but stopped and a confused look crossed her eyes before she removed her jacket and handed it to Jon. She unbuttoned her blouse. As she removed it, he took it from her and placed it in a plastic bag he had previously stuffed into one of his pockets.

“This would be faster if I helped. Let me help you out of the clothes, I insist. It’s not like I’ve never seen a naked body before. Believe me, after a moment you’ll completely forget you are naked in front of me.” He squatted down and reached for her shoes. She let him remove them while she unzipped her skirt and removed it. He reached up and pulled her hosiery down without a complaint. When he stood up she handed him her bra and started drying her long, dark hair with the towel. He put the clothes in the bag and moved over to the kitchenette.

“Are you cold? I insist you have a hot drink after you towel off.” He started heating a tea pot.

“Do you have any hot chocolate?” She asked nonchalantly. She had one of her legs up on a chair and was drying off as if it were perfectly normal for her to be naked in his living room. She was obviously a bit chilled as her nipples were visibly hard.

Tearing his eyes away from her full breasts he replied, “I sure do. I insist you drink down two cups before you even think about leaving.”

She looked down at all the water in my living room. “Sorry about the mess.”

“Oh, I’ll take care of that later. Just drop the towel there in the biggest puddle.”

She seemed to shrug mentally. Then she spread the towel out over the biggest puddle on the floor and sat down in the kitchenette, crossing her legs. She looked around the apartment. “Wow, I’ve never seen your apartment so clean, other than the water over there. I just realized now how spotless it was as I entered.”

“Yeah, I decided to clean up my act. Believe me, smart women like you are turned on when they know a man keeps things clean.” He emptied a powder mix into two cups and poured some hot water into each cup.

“I’m a smart woman, hmmm?” She purred. “I thought guys liked their women dumb.”

“Guys’ tastes vary widely except for one thing. Guys want any woman they are with to put out whenever he wants sex. Sexy women like you hate to disappoint the man they are with, believe me.”

“And I’m sexy?” She uncrossed her legs and crossed them the other direction. As she took a sip of hot chocolate she looked Jon up and down over the rim of the cup.

“Of course. I enjoy rescuing fair damsels in wet clothes. You know how those stories end. The damsel is always turned on by her rescuer, believe me. And the sexier she is the more turned on she is, believe me. You are extremely sexy, aren’t you?”

“I don’t know if I’m extremely sexy.”

He cut her off, “I insist. You are extremely sexy. Believe me.’”

She immediately squeezed her thighs together. She tried to cover a gasp by putting the cup to her lips. One of her hands dropped under the table. He could only guess where she had placed it.

“Did you plan this?” he asked. “Believe me, I know you’ve wanted me since you entered my apartment dripping wet. Let’s stop this charade. I insist that you continue pleasuring yourself with your right hand. You know you want to, believe me.”

“Oh, yes,” she cried and started freely moving her fingers inside herself no longer worried Jon might notice.

“When you are done pleasuring yourself you will service me just as willingly without question and without hesitation for the rest of the evening, believe me.”

“Oh, yes,” she cried. “Yes, I will.”

“Turn your chair and spread you legs wide so I can get a good view, I insist.”

She paused only long enough to turn the chair and spread her legs.

“Something tells me this will be a massive orgasm that will last for several minutes, believe me.”

Each time he spoke she would look at him as if noticing him for the first time watching her. “Oh, God, I hope so.” As he said believe me or I insist the look would become darker, smokey and she would bite her lower lip suggestively. Then the pleasure would ramp up and her eyes would flutter closed.

Suddenly he proclaimed, “Orgasm now, I insist.”

Her body flexed, breaking out in perspiration all over. “Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.” She repeated continuously for over a minute as her body convulsed with pleasure. Her head rolled back against the back of the chair, her whole body seemed to melt into the chair. For a few seconds she just breathed deeply. Then she lifted her head back up and breathlessly stated, “I- I- I’ve never made myself cum like that before. That- that was incredible.” Her eyes locked onto his. “Thank you.”

He was slightly surprised by that. “For what?”

“For telling me to cum like that,” she replied. “Give me a minute to catch my breath and then I will service you for the evening. I hope I don’t disappoint you.”

“An interesting choice of words.”

“What?”

“Nothing, forget what I just said, I insist.”

She gulped down some her now luke-warm chocolate. “I’m ready now. How may I service you?”

“Go to the bathroom and clean yourself up. Then go into my bedroom and sit on the end of the bed. I insist that you wait there doing nothing else until I tell you what next to do.”

Wordlessly she got up and exited the room.

He watched as she walked out. He was not quite sure but thought she was swaying her hips a bit more than usual. He went to the desk and got out the pen. There were a few details he had not considered when this started. He was most intrigued by her attitude toward servitude. There was more going on there than just what he had said to her. He heard her leave the bathroom and enter his bedroom. He took a few moments to gather his thoughts and he wrote: “Sandra cannot cramp up, become sore, pinch a nerve, suffer from a repetitive stress injury, or have a lose of blood circulation to a body part while performing sexual acts.

“When I say the words ‘Go to sleep’, Sandra will immediately drop into a dreamless sleep-state unaware of anything that goes on around her. If she is standing, she does not fall down while in this state. When she is sleeping and I say to her, ‘Wake up, Sandra,’ she wakes up unaware that she was put to sleep. If I do not wake her after 24 hours she wakes up on her own unaware that she was put to sleep.

“Sandra cannot pick up or in any way affect the magic pen.”

He put the pen and the pages in the drawer of the desk before getting up and heading into the bedroom. As he entered the room she did not move from her perch at the end of the bed, not even turning her head as he walked past her. While naked, her pose suggested she wanted to hop off the bed and do whatever he asked.

“Undress me and put the dirty clothes in the hamper over there.”

She practically leaped off the bed and immediately pulled Jon’s shirt over his head. Then she pulled open his belt buckle and whipped it out of the loops with a snap. She grinned at him as the belt made the cracking noise. She bent down at the waist and lifted his left leg to remove his shoe and then his sock. Then she stood up, turned slightly to his right, and bent over again to repeat the process on his right shoe and sock. As she stood up, she stopped with her head level with his waist, leaned forward and took his pants zipper in her teeth and with a quick tug pulled the zipper down. Using her hands to get the top of the pants off his hips she continued to pull the pants down using just her teeth on the zipper. She left his pants around his ankles and lowered her backside to the floor so she could look up at him. Then she reached up and grabbed his boxers from the bottoms of the outer side of the leg and whipped then down. As he looked down at her his manhood seemed to be hanging right over her face. She smiled and without taking her eyes off his eyes, lifted his legs out of the pants and underwear. She then stood up and carried the clothes to the hamper.

She stood next to the hamper without moving for a moment before he realized that was the end of the command he had given her.

He said. “Don’t move a muscle. I insist.” He walked over to her and placed his hands on her back. He then rubbed his hands slowly over her back, up to her shoulders, down the top of her arms and up the underside. His hands continued down her sides, down to her hips, down her the side of her thighs and calves and to her ankles. He rubbed the tops of her feet spreading his fingers between her toes then slid his hand back, running his fingernails up the back of her calves. He turned his hands over to run his fingertips up her thighs. He stopped suddenly at her ass to give it a good squeeze. He was standing behind her, his stiffening manhood poking her ass gently. His hands ran around her waist to her stomach where they slowly rubbed their way up to her full breasts. He groped them firmly for a moment before lightly tracing circles on her hardened nipples. He reached up under her arms rubbing her upper chest, tracing her collarbone. Next his left hand was tracing the curve of her chin and cheekbones while his right hand lifted her hair from her neck. He blew cool air across her neck. He exhaled hotly onto her ear. He switched hands to trace her brow while on left side he nibbled the exposed earlobe.

Then he stepped back and stood there quietly letting her wonder what was next. He got into bed and wondered if he would find her standing right there, right like that if he fell asleep and woke up in the morning. His erection twitched as if demanding attention. “Come here and give me the best blow job you’ve ever given, I insist.”

She turned suddenly until she spotted his dick. She slinked toward the bed, her eyes focused on his manhood. She crawled over the length of the bed until her face was almost in front of his. She licked her lips lasciviously lowering her torso toward the bed. She pushed him backwards and as his dick levered upward slightly she sucked it into her mouth.

She spent a few minutes bobbing up and down on his dick sucking or licking his rock hard shaft. That was mere prelude to what followed. She expertly sucked, suckled, and/or tongued his dick. She could make him catch his breath at will or slow down the action to tease him and all sensations in between, deftly switching between them to his maddening delight.

Several times he considered commanding her to bring him to a finish but her control was so good he decided to see how long both of them could stand it. After a half-hour of exquisite torture she did not seem likely to slow down any time soon. A fleeting thought crossed his mind, “No signs of cramping or soreness in her jaw, I wonder how much the pen can modify a person’s physiology.”

More time passed and he had been driven to the brink of orgasm twice before she yanked the rug out from under him. He had asked for the best blowjob ever and she was delivering. He was now lying back on the bed unable to move. She could not get sore but his manhood was screaming for release. With a lustful gaze, she sucked and sucked again and did not relent until his inflamed dick burst in a sticky glob. She swallowed hard and milked him for what seemed like forever. When he stopped leaking cum she delicately licked at his flagging member cleaning up all the stray bits of cum, easing him down from an incredible high slowly and steadily.

DollFace - Drones

The mansion sat on a hill. They all do. That’s why they’re called mansions. Or not. At the gate a quarter mile away a young lady pressed the buzzer and after exchanging words without whoever was at the other end of the security phone, the gates hummed and opened for her. She walked to the front door of the mansion where a man was waiting for her. With a nod he directed her to enter and closed the door behind her. A balcony hung over the foyer and a man in a velvet bathrobe watched as she entered. He made eye contact with her, he drained her image into his eyes like a man dying of thirst. He looked at the man who had let her in and nodded. The other man nodded back.

She was led to a staircase descending to a basement area. The stairs ended at a pair of doors. He touch a lanyard to a card reader and with a beep the door on the right opened into a rather large room, maybe thirty feet square.

Standing in rows, five on the left, five on the right and ten rows deep were female effigies encased in white latex. None of them had actual faces. Faint protrusions where a nose would be, shallow dips where eyes would be, barely a pair of bumps where the ears would be were as close to facial features as they came. They weren’t completely uniform in design, varying in height and with a few slight differences in build.

They had no hair though the shape of their smooth heads implied a short bob that flipped up slightly at the neck line. They were all naked and sported breasts of unnatural fullness and roundness. No nipples blemished these orbs. Just below the left breast of each drone were letters etched into the surface of their skin: FP00083, FP00005, FD00040, etc. Their waists were also a bit narrow for their build.

They stood with their arms down at their side but with their hands at least a foot away from their outer thighs. There were no orifices at their crotches. The legs were as smooth as the rest of their bodies and ended in four inch heels. Not that they were wearing shoes or footwear of any kind. Their feet were shaped like there were chunky high heeled shoes welded to their toeless feet. They stood with their feet separated the same distance as the width of their shoulders.

The woman drank in the sight before her. She stepped up to one and ran her finger along its arm, then its stomach. She had traced a circle around the drone’s breast. It was only then she realized she was alone in the room with the drones. Her escort had departed without her noticing.

She was trailing her fingers across another drone’s thigh when the drone next to this one suddenly animated and left the room. One moment it was inert. The next moment, it stepped to the central aisle of the room, turned abruptly, and walked out the door. The door to the room opened and closed automatically to allow the drone to exit unimpeded.

The symmetry of the room was off. The missing drone made the room feel off to the young woman. She looked around as if someone might be watching. Given the size of the mansion it was entirely possible, she thought, that she was on camera somewhere.

Still, the room felt wrong. She lined up with the four drones to the right of the gaping space and placed her feet where she thought the drone had been standing. She looked straight ahead and held her arms away from her legs. The stillness of the room seemed to soothe her. It no longer felt like something was missing.

She stood there motionless for five, maybe ten minutes – she wasn’t sure – when the door opened and a slightly older women entered the room. “Oh, look at you. You’re a natural.” She walked up to the non-drone and took some measurements with a tailor’s tape.

“A fine addition you’ll make. Don’t move. I’ll be right back with my kit.”

It had not occurred to the drone-to-be to respond to the woman. There really had not been anything to say. This was why she was here. This was what was supposed to happen. It was something she had craved for a long time. It was really happening.

A man entered after the other woman left. He unbuttoned the drone’s blouse and removed it along with the bra. He placed a metal ring around each of its breasts and pressed it against its flesh. The ring stuck to its chest. He opened a jar that looked like a mayonnaise jar but the unguent inside was clear. He liberally spread the goo on the drone’s body and face. When he finished covering every inch of its upper body, he took a towel and wiped it away. Every small hair on the body was wiped away by the towel.

He removing her skirt. Her panties he cut free with safety scissors. He repeated the process of applying the goop and removing it. When he was done, the drone was naked, except for the sandals it wore, and hairless aside from the hair on its scalp.

The drone-to-be thought it should feel cold but the air in the room was warm enough.

After a time the same woman from before returned. “Ah, I see Martin was here. Good. I don’t have to wait for him. I’m Annie, by the way.”

Annie set down a small TV tray and laid a kit bag of makeup on it. All the makeup was DollFace brand makeup. She started with a foundation pad, brushing white powder on the drone’s forehead, temples, and cheeks. She applied a white lip gloss to the drone’s lips and made a face to show the drone to press its lips together to even out the gloss. Soon, the face was a white hairless mask.

She took out some scissors and cut the drone’s hair, shaping it into a bob similar to bob seen on the other drones. Martin returned as she was finishing the face. She took two round coin-shaped disks, slightly larger than quarters, and placed them over the drone’s eyes. Spirit glue held them in place. She also put what looked like in-canal hearing aids into each of the drone’s ears. Finally she placed round orbs on the drone’s chest and screwed them into the metal rings.

Martin handed Annie what appeared to be strapless sandals and with a little work the two of them removed the drone’s old shoes. Martin coated the tops of the sandals with an adhesive and stood the drone up on the four inch heels.

Annie stepped back and Martin stepped forward with an airbrush gun. He adjusted the nozzle and sprayed a coat of white latex at the drone.

The drone-to-be wondered if it could stop the process at this point. Its face was frozen in place and its mouth would not move. That answered its question.

The spray was thicker than spray paint and coated the drone’s body quickly. He applied ten coats of latex, waiting about five minutes between coats. When he was done, aside from having a slightly wetter look, the new drone’s body was indistinguishable from the older drones in the room. Even the heeled sandals seemed to have always been a part of the drone. Annie, with gloves on, ensured the saturated hair was shaped like all the other drone’s hair.

Annie chatted with Martin throughout the process but the drone could not see or hear her. The drone-to-be was unaware of the number of coats of latex covering its body. After the first coat had plunged it into darkness and silence, the disks covering its eyes lit up and patterns of light floated from left to right and right to left.

The drone-to-be could not help but follow the lights. Up. Up. Down. Down. Left. Right. Left. Right. The letter B. The letter A. The word Start. It repeated over and over, sometimes flashing by faster or slower. At the same time, tones played in her ears. The tones were light and lyric or harsh and guttural and they moved in opposition to the lights causing the drone-to-be to feel like it was floating.

The sound in its ears grew louder and more insistent. As it passed from one ear to the other it seemed to grab at parts of the drone’s former mind as it passed though its head. At first the drone-in-progress was surprised that memories were disappearing. But it could not complain as the first memories were the worst memories. When the guy she liked stood her up. What was his name? What had she like him? No matter. The embarrassing time its boobs were exposed to the entire eighth grade class by a pair of boys who didn’t get in trouble for pulling the shirt off. The dates with one of those boys in in eleventh grade when the taste of cock became familiar to her.

One by one the memories were torn away until the last one. It came as a surprise after their life passed before them: emerging to the light crying, the warmth of the womb gone, being handled and placed on a warm chest, the face of someone. Who was she?

The noise abated. The drone was empty of thought. As it always should be.

Martin returned several hours later with a hot metal plate on a stick. He pressed the hot metal into the chest of the new drone, just below its enormous left breast, branding it: FP00101.

The drone was not sure when the other two had left the room. The sound and light show ended and it stood in place. Waiting.

* * *

It did not understand how the instructions were imparted to it. But, it knew it had to follow them. No other option existed. In front of its eyes a wire frame of a corridor appeared. Walls to the left and right, a ceiling and a floor. No other details existed. The drone walked forward, unaware of the door to the storage room that opened and closed at its passing. The wire frame turned into a staircase that the drone ascended before the wire frame returned to a corridor look, guiding each step the drone took. It walked unaware past a bust of a man on a table, artwork hanging on the paneled wall, doorways, openings into room the drone did not know it passed.

It passed various people who were in the corridor, they did not appear in the wire frame. Whatever was guiding the drone simply turned the corridor image left or right as the drone needed to walk around something. And it did. Without question. The drone stopped. The outline of a man, without unnecessary details appeared in place of the wire frame. An exact image of his penis and balls were there but the drone could see nothing of the man’s face, his clothes. Only his genitals were detailed. An opening appeared in the face of the drone and it knelt down in front of the man exactly as instructed. The drone took the penis into the orifice on its face and performed fellatio in the exact manner it was instructed. This method maximized the man’s pleasure and ensured he would not ejaculate until the appropriate amount of time passed.

Unknown to the drone, the man conversed casually with two other men who were also being pleasured by drones. None of the drones were aware that anyone other than one man and the drone itself were in the room. None of the drones heard any of the conversation.

After the man came, the drone ensured not a drop of cum escaped its orifice, as instructed.

Events such as these became routine. Not that the drone had a reason to care one way or another. It did as it was told. There was no other option.

Once, the drone arrived in a room with a man and words were spoken to the man from speakers in the drone’s breasts. The breasts commanded the man to lie down and the drone placed it left foot on his genitals and pressed down. Every time the man complained or begged the breasts would chastise him and the drone would apply a little more pressure, as instructed.

The drone was oblivious to what this meant. When the man stopped whimpering, the drone knelt down with its crotch over his face. Its legs pinned the man’s arms beneath them. The drone leaned forward and pleasured the man penis. The man tried to lick the smooth crotch on his face but it did not seem like the drone cared. It didn’t. His eyes stared at the heart shape of the drone’s ass as it held him firmly in place. The drone was unaware when he lost consciousness.

Instructions stopped being delivered to the drone and it remained still. There was nothing to do without instructions. Eventually it stood up and returned to the storage room. The man completely forgotten and no longer appearing in the wire frames displayed on the coins that lay across the drone’s dead eyes.

The drone was used frequently by the first man to fuck its face. At some point the drone discovered he was the owner of the mansion. Not that this produced a reaction – joy, pride, satisfaction, etc – in the drone. It was superfluous information the drone forgot almost as soon as it learned it, each time it learned it. That he was the man in the bathrobe was a fact the drone could never know as the drone was never shown the man’s face in its head’s up display.

* * *

A young woman was led into the room where she saw at least a hundred white latex drones standing neatly in rows of five on either side of an aisle that ran from the front to the back of the large room. She wanted to touch them all. She could not wait to join them. She turned to say something to the man who had escorted her to the room, but he was gone. Alone, she put her hand on the breast of one of the drones: FP00101, apparently. The latex skin was smooth and silky.

She was caressing the drone for a moment or two when without warning, FP00101 sprang to life and left the room, the door opened and closed automatically as the drone passed through it. The space it had vacated seem to draw awkward attention to itself. A drone should be standing there. The space, the gaping hole, it needed to be filled. The woman ran a finger along another drone’s arm acutely aware of why she was agitated. She made a decision.

The vacant space gnawed at her very soul. She filled the space. She lined herself up with the other drones in the line, placing her feet where she thought FP00101 had stood. She stood up straight and stared straight ahead, holding her arms away from her outer thighs, and waited.

File Folder: Internal Testimonials/Female/Pleasure Drones
File: Drone Initiation Operations
Status: Eyes Only, CEO Kenneth Yagger

BTS: Not "In Progress" Just an Idea

Warning: this is an old post opened up to the lower tiers. I meant to do this a while ago but forgot. 12/24/24, the rest of this post is from Nov 23. This story idea eventually became I'm Dating A Mannequin.

This just popped into my head. Needs Development.

“Yes, that’s my boring job. What do you do for a living?”

“I’m a mannequin.”

“A mannequin? Like in a store?”

“Yes. The store I work at has this machine that turns people into mannequins and back again. I work most of the month. On the third Tuesday of the month, they turn me back to normal and I have off until Friday morning.”

“Today is Thursday.”

“Yes, I have to go back in the morning. I won’t be available for another date until next month. I had to tell you so you don’t think I’m ghosting you when you don’t hear from me the next four weeks.”

“You think we should have another date?”

“Sure. I’m having a great time. And you seem to be into me. Why shouldn’t we have another date next month?”

“I’ve never scheduled a second date a month in advance before.”

“Here’s my number. If for some reason you need to cancel, you might meet someone else in the next month, I’m totally fine with that. It’s happened before. Just text me that you have to cancel so I don’t waste time preparing for a date that won’t happen. After all, I only have three days off.”

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That's it. Maybe I'll finish it someday. Maybe it'll get a title someday.

The Truth - Prologue

Jon had last seen his Uncle Matt a few weeks ago. Technically Matt Brower was his great uncle, brother to his maternal grandfather. Growing up, he had always known him as Uncle Matt.

The meeting had been very unusual because Jon just arrived at Uncle Matt’s mansion as if he were expected. At the mansion gate, the gate was opening as he arrived. Before announcing who he was, the gate guard said he was expected and waved him through. Jon drove up to the front door and was ushered into the ground floor library by a well-endowed woman in her early 30s wearing a traditional French maid’s outfit. After Jon sat, the first servant left and another equally gorgeous and similarly dressed younger woman carried in a tray of with tea and biscuits.

Uncle Matt’s wheelchair entered the room a few moments later. Uncle Matt seemed many years older than the last time Jon had seen him. Jon had no idea how old his great uncle was. His grandfather had died over 20 years earlier at the age of 72 so Uncle Matt had to be in his late 80s to early 90s he guessed.

The servant nodded to him and left, her hips swaying tantalizingly as she walked. Jon leered after the servant as she left, snapping his head around as his Uncle said, “How’ve you been, Jon?”

“Fine, Uncle Matt,” Jon replied recovering his wits.

“Isabella is a touch more beautiful than Sonya, don’t you think?” His Uncle postulated.

“That would require a lot of painstaking research,” Jon joked. “Is that why I’m here?”

“I’m not commissioning a beauty fellowship. But, seriously, why shouldn’t you be here? You are always welcome.” Uncle Matt replied just before a coughing fit took hold.

Jon started to panic, not knowing what to do. The fit subsided before he could do anything. Finally, he picked up a teacup and offered it to Uncle Matt.

“Thank you,” Uncle Matt said taking the cup and drinking some it. “You are here because I asked you to come.”

“But that’s why I am confused. I don’t remember you asking,” Jon noted, settling back in his chair.

“All in due time, my boy,” Uncle Matt said in a majestic manner. “What do you know about...”  he paused, looking around conspiratorially, before he continued, “... The Truth?”

Jon almost laughed at the absurdity of the question before he realized his Uncle was serious. “I’m guessing you don’t want a philosophic ‘What is truth? What is beauty?’ response.”

“No, I don’t.” Uncle Matt continued, “Actually my question is more related to my life’s work. As you know, I was a journalist for many years always trying to expose hidden truths. Eventually I discovered certain truths in the stock market and grew a portfolio large enough to retire to this extravagant mansion. Filling that mansion with beautiful servants took a few more years of stock market luck.

“But it is that luck that comes to the heart of my question. Is truth fluid or absolute?”

“I’m not sure I understand the question. Again, I fear I’ve taken too many classes in philosophy, Uncle. Plato would say truth is absolute. Modern philosophers would be less sure of themselves. Why don’t you tell me which you believe and maybe I can argue for or against it?”

“You have taken too many philosophy classes.” Uncle Matt said with harrumph. “I would say that truth is fluidly absolute. Confusing, right? Consider, what if you could influence the truth to the point of changing the ‘truth’ about a prior truth? Would there be anything you could not do?”

“There is no what if about that. If you can make night day and black white you can do anything. Those are absolutes if I understand you. Though, that is but a mental exorcise, isn’t it?” Jon replied. He put his hand to his mouth, obviously deep in thought. Uncle Matt did not interrupt. Jon continued, “But, you’re talking about influence and fluidity. You don’t want night to be day. You’re saying early evening twilight is now a little after dusk. You asked me here to your opulent mansion to discuss subtlety?”

Uncle Matt laughed. “You drill down to the essence of my point expertly, Jon. I like to think you get that from your mother. She was always my favorite niece.” Uncle Matt paused for a coughing fit shorter than the previous one. He cleared his throat and continued. “This opulent mansion, as you call it, will be dedicated as a museum after I die. I am not leaving any of my wealth to my various nieces, nephews and their brood. And I'm doing you the favor of not leaving it all to you. They would just hate you and you would lose your family. But, I do want to give you something. And the truth is you can rebuild this mansion with my gift if you master the subtlety of truth. Now, our meeting is over and you will not understand any of this until I'm gone, I’m afraid. I think it's better that way.”

* * *

Jon was late for work as usual. As he pulled on his pants he noticed there was something in the front pocket. He reached in and took out a nondescript pen case. “How’d that get there?” he wondered. He had the feeling he had seen the case before. Upon opening the case, he found a scrap of paper wrapped around an old-fashioned fountain pen.

As soon as he saw the pen he knew his Uncle Matt had died. Jon shook his head and realized that the meeting at his mansion a few weeks ago was not something he had remembered a few moments ago.

Looking down at the pen again there was nothing unusual about it. It was a fountain pen in a cheap plastic box with faux-velvet lining. The pen was probably nickel-plated, not even silver or gold. The paper contained a list of instructions: the first two lines in black ink, the rest in blue.

The black text read: “When I die, the Pen of Truth will return to its case with this piece of paper wrapped around it. The case will become located in the pants pocket of my great nephew Jonathan Williams. Should he not be wearing pants with pockets at the time of my death the case will appear in the next pair of pants he puts on with an appropriate pocket. Unless he is alone, Jonathan will not notice the case in his pants. No one can reach into the pants pocket to take the case out except Jonathan. Once Jonathan finds the case, these instructions are voided. No one but Jonathan can see this piece of paper.”

Following that in blue ink, he read:

“Jon, it was with the pen you are holding that I have influenced the truth. Guard it well. Use it subtly lest your actions be discovered by those who would use the pen aggressively. I know you will do the right thing. And don’t be afraid to have a little fun with it. Love, Your Recently Departed Great Uncle Matt.”

Jon read the message several times before looking at the pen again. He got up and went over to his desk, removing a piece of paper from the computer printer. After a few moments thinking, he wrote, “This desk is made from real birch.”

He looked down at the birch desk and wondered why he would write something so obvious. He crossed out what he had written. “As I finish writing, this desk will become an oak desk.”

The desk changed before his eyes to oak. He remembered it had been birch but now it was oak. He had no idea what the desk might have been before he had written it was birch.

He could not go to work now. He sent an email to his boss and HR that he would be using a sick day today.

Returning to the pen, he wrote, “I remember what the desk was made of at six o’clock this morning.”

Nothing happened. “The nail on my right hand pinky finger will become an eighth inch longer right now.”

Again nothing happened. “I can change my desk but I can’t change myself,” he thought. “I guess that explains why Uncle Matt wasn’t immortal. Or maybe I can change inanimate things but not people.” After a few moments he remembered his uncle had caused him to forget and remember something based on when he saw the pen so obviously he can affect people just not himself. He thought about how the trigger worked.

He wrote, “My desk will become birch the next time I say ‘birch’.” Nothing happened to the desk. After a moment passed he said aloud, “Birch.” The oak desk was now made of birch.

Over the course of the morning he made a few minor changes to his apartment. He remembered that his uncle had mentioned the stock market several times while they spoke after glancing at his watch and noting that it was 9:30, he wrote, “Between 9:42 and 9:52, the common stock of these three companies will climb 5 points.” He chose three companies in totally different fields and waited. He surfed to a stock tracking website and created a watch list with the three companies. The stocks were basically steady until about quarter to ten when they slowly started climbing. After a few minutes it was two dollars higher than it was at 9:42. They each gained about 5 dollars in value before dipping and returning to their original values. This was amazing. But he was also disheartened. “With the number of computers hunting the market for trends, how long would it take for someone to figure out I had benefited from all of these unexplained surges? I’m sure when Uncle Matt did this there wasn’t one-ten thousandth of the market monitoring in place.” He thought. “Subtlety, he told me.”

“Perhaps instead I should focus on some fun.”

The Truth: Introduction and Index

Another novel length story. This one was started far too long ago to still be unfinished now. Actually, it isn't finished. I need to get it finished before the releases catch up with me writing it. Just like what happened with It Suits Me. Summary:

What if anything written with a magic pen was always true. Someone could do a lot of damage with such a pen. Or they could have a lot of fun. This is a story where mostly the latter takes place. Scenes in the story include: objectification, mannequins, statues, bdsm, body alteration, mind alteration and one or two tg tfs among others.

The prologue has none of those things. I'm not expecting rave reviews of the prologue. :)

• Prologue

• Chapter 1

• Chapter 2

• Chapter 3

• Chapter 4

• Chapter 5

• Chapter 6

• Chapter 7

• Chapter 8 

• Chapter 9 

  First Hiatus

• Chapter 10

• Chapter 11

• Chapter 12

• Chapter 13

• Chapter 14

• Chapter 15

• Chapter 16

• Chapter 17

• Chapter 18

• Chapter 19

• Chapter 20

• Chapter 21

• Chapter 22

• Chapter 23

• Chapter 24

  Second Hiatus
  

Ted's Dolls 31: Jane 4

This is the original version of TD31. It was revised and released again just before part 2 of season 3 came out. Link.

If you haven't read any of the prior Ted's Dolls stories, you should start with Ted's Dolls 1: Jane before reading this one.

Jane came awake slowly until she wasn’t sure where she was. Quickly more alert, she recognized the hotel room she was staying in. Relieved, she looked at her phone. It was after two in the afternoon. She was feeling a little sore in her private parts but it was that best kind of sore. There was no sign of Stockton.

No, that was wrong. There was a handwritten note. “I hope you had a good time last night. And I hope this won’t dissuade you from investing in my fund. My private phone number is…” The note was signed Stockton T. Perry.

She dialed her phone. “Mark?”

“Jane, so good to hear from you. I understand you met Mr. Perry.”

“You call him Mr. Perry.”

“No, I call him Double Dip or Dubs. But, only in private,” Mark laughed. “Long story. Are you going to invest?”

“I really haven’t thought about it. I just woke up.”

“Did he get you drunk?”

“No, we just had a latte at a place called Rizzo’s Cafe.”

“Fancy. That place is the kind of place Dubs can just waltz into and they treat him like gold. In any case, I think he’s a good guy and I hope you’ll invest with him.”

“He seemed awfully interested in Ted. Did you tell him about Ted?”

“He was aware of your background so he must have found out about Ted. He is very resourceful. That’s why he’s rich.”

“Well, I’ll think about investing. I need to get up and get to the show.”

“Okay, call me when you decide and we can see about structuring your income to feed a portion of it into his fund if you like. Bye.”

Jane entered Stockton’s number into her phone as Dubs.

* * *

Walking into the show Jane was accosted by a few photographers and a paparazzi reporter asking her about Stockton. Ivan appeared out of nowhere and brushed them aside. Jane just stared at him nonplussed. Ivan shooed her into the building.

Inside, the woman at the gate recognized her immediately and tapped someone standing next to her on the shoulder. “That’s her.”

The older woman rushed to greet Jane. “Ah, Jane, so nice to meet you. I’m Silvia and I’m the production coordinator for Rose Adder. We are so happy you will be walking our prime design this evening. Come with me.”

She led Jane to an area that was similar to the space she was in the night before. They walked right past that bedlam, through a doorway into a room with a large mirror, vanity, and stuffed loveseat and matching chair. A large bouquet of roses was on a table. “Please have a seat. Martin will be here momentarily with your dress. You’ll be anchoring the show. Would you like something to drink? Coffee? Mimosa?”

“Um, just a water would be fine.” She sat on the loveseat and waited.

A man entered with a mannequin wearing a dazzling, sequinned, Kelly green dress with various cutouts and mesh panels as was fashion of the day. “Hi, I’m Martin. This is your dress. And these are the shoes that go with it.” He held up a pair of very high heeled stilettos in the same color and beading. “Try not to bump into anything while you’re wearing it. The diamonds on it are worth more than even your boyfriend can afford. We’ll help you get into it in about an hour.”

“My boyfriend?”

“Mr. Perry. I saw the photos.” Martin left before she could explain.

Jane got up and examined the dress. What she had thought were beads and sequins were actual diamonds with some emeralds mixed in. This was only her second runway and she was anchoring a show wearing a priceless gown.

Her phone rang and she didn’t recognize the number. “Hello?”

“Jane, hello. Congratulations on anchoring Rose’s show. I’m so sorry I couldn’t be there. I hope you haven’t noticed Ivan.”

“Stockton? I wouldn’t have gotten into the building if he hadn’t been there.”

“Oh, well, then it’s fine that you noticed him. I’m told you’ll be wearing a dress worth over fifty million dollars. Welcome to the big leagues.”

“I’m not sure I deserve it.”

“You hush. You deserve anything the world is willing to give you and don’t you forget that. I can’t talk long. I’m on a plane to Singapore. Just wanted to be sure you were alright. Did you get my note?”

“Yes. It was very nice.”

“And I hope you like the flowers.”

“Are they from you?” She checked out the flowers.

“Backstages are so drab. Gotta run. Break a leg.”

“You, too.”

The phone disconnected. She held her head in her hand. “You, too? Why would I say ‘You, too?’”

* * *

She arrived back at her dorm room well after midnight. She was tiptoeing around until she noticed Emily wasn’t there. She got undressed and flopped into bed.

At lunch the next day, Ted sat down at the table she was sitting at and said, “How’s it feel to be a star runway model?”

“Very weird. I met this hedge fund wizard.”

“Stockton Perry.”

“You know?”

“Mark sent me a link to a couple articles.” After she told him about the shows, he said, “What’s it like knowing one of the richest men in America?”

“He’s almost normal. And then, he isn’t. It’s like he knows how to put on the show of just being normal. But, that’s an act, I think. He even asked about you.”

“Seriously?”

“He knows about magic and how your family’s brand of magic isn’t well suited to spying.”

“He’s rather narrow minded. Why are you looking around?”

“I’m hoping Emily comes in. I haven’t seen her yet.”

“You haven’t?” He picked up his phone and selected a contact.

“No. She wasn’t in our room last night and I don’t think she stopped by in the morning for, like, clothes or books.”

His phone was playing an answering service message. He hit cancel. “Mind coming with me? You might want to see this,” Ted said getting up and bussing his lunch tray.

* * *

Days ago, Doll was looking at the ceiling. Doll was happy. Doll did not care why. Then Doll remembered human had turn herself into Doll without Owner’s help. No, without Ted’s help. Ted was not its Owner. Doll noticed two men talking quietly in the room.

“I think it’s done.”

Doll heard one of the men get up and stand above it. It was Owner. Not Ted Owner. This was Richard Owner. Doll hoped Owner would fuck it. Maybe other human could also fuck it.

“Emily?” Owner said. “You’ve turned yourself into a doll.

Ted was also standing over her. “Congratulations. Yer a wizzard, Em’ly.”

Doll was not wizard. Doll was Doll. No, Doll had turned itself into Doll. Doll was Wizard. Doll could turn back but could not imagine why it would.

“It took you at least eighty minutes to transform. If you keep doing this, that time should get down to something reasonable. I’m going to turn you back as I want to talk to Emily,” Ted said. “3… 2… 1...”

The next thing Emily knew she was human again. “Did that really happen?” She said sitting up. She clutched her head and took a sharp intake of air. She fell back on the bed with a groan. “Did a bus run me over?”

“It did. You cast a spell. What you’re experiencing now is backlash. How did it feel being a Doll?”

“It felt just like when Ted does it. And please speak softly.”

“Just like?”

“Yes, why?”

“Were you you or were you a doll?”

“I was m--- No. I was Doll.”

“Was afraid of that,” Ted said. “You might find yourself stuck if you aren’t yourself after the transformation. Was I your owner?”

“No, Richard was.”

“I was?”

“Of course, you were my Owner.”

“Well, you need to make it so that you’re your own owner or you might end up stuck as a doll if I’m not around. Also, your head is pounding because you cast the spell like I would. You aren’t an Ionescu. I don’t know what the source of your magic is. But, you need to find out or you’ll always have this backlash when you cast a spell. When you’re feeling better and I’m not busy with Alumni Weekend preparations, I’ll help you discover what your magic is.”

“Maybe,” she said, finally able to sit up. “Maybe, I’ll refrain from spell casting for a while.”

“You aren’t going to do it again?” Richard said.

“Who am I kidding? Of course, I will.”

Ted laughed. “You probably should practice. And while you’re her owner, you should tell her to turn back to Human Emily frequently.”

“Okay.”

“I hereby relinquish ownership of Emily Doll to Richard,” Ted said.

“Why did you say that?”

“Consistency. And I can now turn you into a doll and it will be just like you had done it to yourself. Just faster. I suspect you both wish Emily were a doll at the moment.”

They were looking into one another’s eyes and just nodded.

“3… 2... 1... I’ll be leaving.”

* * *

Owner removed Doll’s clothing before removing his own. He mounted the doll and began fucking Doll. As he reached orgasm, Doll wanted Owner to be a doll too. And he started transforming. Doll was so happy Owner was becoming a doll that Doll blissed.

* * *

With the help of Burke, they managed to get into Richard’s room. On his bed were two naked dolls, one male, one female, frozen in the act of fucking.

“You said Emily first did this Sunday night,” Jane said. “Today’s Wednesday. Have they been like this since then?”

“Probably.”

The three of them separated the dolls and got them dressed as best they could. Ted restored them. A few moments later Richard grunted and Emily yelled, “Fuuuuccccckkkk!” before cutting it short as she realized they weren’t alone.

“What happened?” Richard said.

“Jane? Shouldn’t you be at the fashion show?”

“Been there and got back. It’s been three days.”

“Three days?”

“I warned you about getting stuck. Why did you dollify Richard?”

“I was wondering if I could and then it became the most important things for me to do.”

“And then three days passed.”

“My head isn’t exploding.”

“Spending three days as a doll probably allowed the excess energy to bleed off gently.”

“I was blissing.”

“That probably helped.”

“I think I was blissing as well,” Richard said. “Emily, Emily Doll, I forbid you from dollifying me until I instruct you otherwise.”

Jane mouthed the word “until” to Ted. He shrugged.

“Yes, Sir.” She saluted. “It’s Wednesday? Cool, I can walk with you to Rob and Beverly’s place for poker and transform there.”

“As long as you don’t try to transform anyone else.”

“Party pooper.”

* * *

Jane and Emily were in their dorm room as Jane finished telling the story of being a runway model.

“I’m surprised you had sex with him. I mean he’s hot, he’s rich, and he was offering to make you rich. Okay, maybe I can see why you had sex with him. But, it still feels a bit out of character for you.”

“I’m not really sure why I asked him to stay the night. One moment we were talking and I wanted to get to sleep and the next I thought it would be fun to see if he’d come up to my room.”

“And since you said you two fucked at least three times, I suppose it was fun.”

“He was unstoppable. And I hadn’t had sex since Ted Dolled me the first week of the semester.”

“You hadn’t?”

“Unlike you, I don’t spend a lot of time as a sex doll.”

“I could remedy that.”

“What did you promise Ted?”

“I didn’t actually promise anything.” Emily said. “How about it? I could use the practice. I turn you into a doll and then go to the poker game. I’ll restore you in the morning.”

“I don’t know. You could get stuck again.”

“I promise you. I will not get stuck. You won’t miss any of your Thursday classes.”

“I suppose you can’t make me a mannequin.”

“I have no experience as a mannequin. Even I don’t think I should try that experiment. Dolls I’m familiar with.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

* * *

Mannequin stood looking out the window. Doll knew it wasn’t actually a Mannequin. Doll had not seen Owner leave but Doll knew Owner would be back after sunrise. Doll waited. People walked in and out of the building outside the window where Doll stood. Doll wanted Owner to fuck it. Doll waited. Some of the people outside had cameras and were taking pictures of the building. Doll wasn’t sure why it thought that was peculiar. Doll waited.

Doll waited.

It Suits Me: Epilogue

Winter break was over and classes for the spring semester started tomorrow. Several months had passed since Gerald’s arrest. I had a great time spending the break with Barry’s family and visiting my family. I couldn’t bring Barry to my family —they would freak out if they knew I was dating so he wore my body suit the whole weekend I was there. It was fantastic not having to make small talk with cousin Evelyn, though I did have to listen to her. Barry seemed to enjoy the challenge.

Barry commanded me to give him a few commands and then he had me doll­ify him and issue the commands. I’m not sure exactly what the commands were as he had me forget, but they involved making him more open to wearing my skinsuit. I’m not sure why but Barry has been wearing me since I saw my family two weeks ago.

When he – or I suppose when I  – returned to campus driving his car, I dropped my luggage off at my dorm and then dropped off his stuff at his dorm. Joel was already there when I arrived and he could not tell that Barry was wearing me. Barry’s harem trickled into Barry’s dorm room over the next few hours.

One thing we did over winter break was test how long his cum remained potent. I loved that. Barry ejaculated into a condom and then we found just a small dab of it was enough to dollify me. Barry and I had sex to restore me and we tried again with cum taken from the condom a couple hours later. Over the course of thirty-six hours, we had sex maybe a dozen times. Barry removed me before leaving for campus for a few hours. I don’t know exactly what happened during that time, but he prepared a condom for use when he arrived on Campus wearing me.

Amy showed up first and she was disappointed when I said I had a condom full of cum for her to take a small sample of. Barry opened the suit and I don’t know what he said but Amy was standing in a corner at attention when I was aware again. This also happened with Maya a half hour later. And again, I did not know what he said to her when the suit was open.

Kenneth arrived and he was eager to talk to Barry about being turned into Candace again. When I, technically Barry, asked him why, he just said he preferred sex as a woman. Barry got a bit freaky at this point and I think it was part of the commands that he gave himself. He ended up giving Kenneth a blow job using my mouth. Barry loved the feeling of sucking Kenneth’s dick. And by extension so did I. Barry opened the suit afterward and when I was again aware I gave Ken commands to turn into Candace, triplet to the Feldon twins. Apparently one of the things Barry was doing when he opened the suit was telling his new dolls to obey me as well since Barry was never able to command his dolls when he wore a bodysuit.

Candace joined Maya and Amy standing at attention.

Libby and Laura arrived together and were soon a part of the harem. The five of them were just standing there inert when Barry had us leave the dorm. I knew Amy and probably Maya were into being treated like objects but I wasn’t so sure about Libby, Laura, and Candace.

We went to my dorm room. Danny and Sandra were there. I was unpacking and it took over an hour before Sandra asked if I was really Jessica. Barry admitted he was wearing me and they asked him why. He said, “She likes being out of control. This is the easiest way to leave her out of control for long periods of time. She’s been a bodysuit for over two weeks now.”

“Two weeks, that’s so cool,” Sandra said. “Would you wear me for two weeks, Danny?”

“What about going to my classes?”

“Just take her off and leave her hanging in your closet until you can put her back on. Or at least that’s my plan.”

This was the first time I’d heard Barry might continue to keep me as a bodysuit. I was both terrified by the idea and turned on by it, too. He couldn’t be serious, could he?

“Ooo, please Danny, we should do that, too.”

“Are you serious, Barry?”

I shrugged.

“We can talk about it later. You couldn’t be a doll if I was going to wear you.”

“True,” Sandra said. “Maybe later in the semester. C’mon, Danny, let’s head over to your place. Give Barry some space here.”

* * *

Sandra and I walked over to the frat house. Gene was in the living room talking to Marc. Marc said, “Hey, Danny, Sandra. You gonna doll again this semester?”

“I might,” she said.

I didn’t say anything since she was a doll right now. With the secret blown, it wasn’t a problem that folks knew she could become a realistic sex doll. We had talked about her doing this and she assured me that since she was inert when other guys fucked her that it wasn’t a big deal. She only participated in sex with me, when I didn’t command her to be inert for me, of course.

“Are you running for fraternity president, Danny?”

“Me?”

“You did help depose Gerald. A lot of guys were being blackmailed by him. You’d win easily.”

“I haven’t considered it at all.”

“Vote is next Monday. You should think about it.”

“Yeah, after we kicked out those idiots who were keeping the kidnapped girls in the basement, everyone left in XPE probably has a reason to be thankful to you,” Marc said. “It’s either that or convince Barry to pledge. I think only he could beat you.”

Gene’s phone buzzed. “Tina’s in her dorm room. I gotta go.”

“Happy shrinking,” Sandra said.

“You know?”

“I talk to Barry frequently.”

“I think everyone knew,” I said. Marc just nodded.

“That makes my life simpler. See you later.”

Marc also left and as we headed upstairs more of the brothers mentioned they were hoping I would run for president. When we got into his room, he closed and locked the door.

“Do you think I should?” I said.

“If you end up being busy, I can just spend more time as a doll.”

“I’m glad this would be convenient for you.”

“Oh, don’t be silly, Danny. Of course you should run. President of a fraternity as a sophomore is a great resume talking point.”

* * *

“Restoration Time,” the owner of the clothing store said.

I could feel my hollow body filling in and filling out. I was human once again. Technically, I was still a doll. The Restoration Time trigger made me look fully human and able to move and act on my own. The Decoration Time trigger would turn me back into a mannequin. Only Maxine, the owner of this store, could trigger my changes. “So soon?” I said once I could move.

“Diana, you’ve been a mannequin for over a month.”

“I know. I’m going to miss it.”

“Well, remember what I told you. Once the semester starts I don’t want to see you in that window except on an occasional Sunday.”

“I know. I feel really great now. I shouldn’t want to be mannequin for a least a week.”

She had already dressed me in my own clothes, clothes I had not worn since just before winter break started. She had also charged my phone. The number of texts and emails wasn’t too insane. I hired a car to get to the sorority house and read through the texts and emails on the way. At the house, I was greeted warmly by Sophia and the others. Although I was told several of the girls were here earlier and then said something about finding Barry. Maybe I could get him to give me a trigger I could use on my own. I went to my office and Sophia followed.

“How was your display gig?”

“Fabulous. I am so relaxed now.”

“Well, I’m ready to give you the reins to the sorority back. Winter break didn’t require a lot of Presidential work for the sorority but there are a few items starting to pile in the virtual in-basket that I saved since the actual President should preside over them.”

“I’m sure I’ll slip into the groove easily after my awesome vacation,” I said. “I saw you walk by yesterday. Worried I might have had Maxine box me up and hide from you?”

“Only a little.”

* * *

It’s funny. The more I treat Roxy like a sexdoll, the more turned on she gets. Barry is fucking awesome. He basically told her to obey me unless it stops being fun. And initially I was careful to treat her like a person. The only time she said No to one of my commands was when I was being respectful of her as a fellow human being. She wanted to be my toy, she said. Since that day, she spends most of the time sitting on the bed, inert, unmoving. When I went out on the road with the band for a weekend, she spent the weekend doing nothing.

I worried that I’m pushing too far sometimes. She sometimes seemed reluctant when I tell her she can act freely because I needed her to be my girlfriend sometimes. Sexdolls are fun. But so are real human interactions.

At one point we had this conversation:

“I know you like the bondage aspect of being unable to move. But when I’m not around, don’t you get bored?”

“I’ve told you before,” she said. “Not having a choice turns me on. Aren’t I the best bed toy after you leave me alone for days. You tell me I can act freely and I pounce you hard until you can’t get hard any more.”

“What if I left you as a doll while I was home? Would that annoy you?”

“Why would it?”

“What if I brought some other chick home and we fucked in the bed while you just had to watch?”

She didn’t answer at first. “Do I know the woman? Or she just someone you met at a gig?”

“The latter.”

“That would be so fucking hot.”

So I did. I’ve done it a few times. The most recent time, Sable – I doubt that was her real name – was really into the Roxy doll. She French kissed the doll and fondled it and when I said, “What if that doll came to life?” Sable said, “I’d fuck her and you.” I commanded Roxy to fuck the two of us and Sable was into it. Sable still thinks Roxy is some kind of advanced sexdoll. Roxy and I had a good laugh about that. We should show her Roxy’s a person but Roxy wanted to keep it a secret. Or should I introduce Sable to Barry?

The doorbell rang and Sable entered. She had two suitcases. “I’m taking classes here this semester. Can I crash with you?”

* * *

Tina let me out of my cage and I stretched my cat body out before stepping out.

“Sorry to wake you but we’re back on campus, Izzy.”

I looked around. The room looked weird through my cat eyes. I had spent a lot of time small in this room. But as a cat, it was a still unusual. Sometimes I found myself forgetting I was human. Somehow Tina could sense this and would turn me back into a human for a while to prevent me from becoming fully a cat.

“You know you really aren’t a cat,” Tina said.

It was like she could read my mind. Technically, I was one of Barry’s dolls. Tina could turn me into a cat or back into a human with a command. I was immune to her shrinking power as a doll. That helped our continuing relationship a lot. I don’t know why I allowed Tina to be my owner when I was a cat. But Barry said he could not care for me over winter break.

Thankfully, it didn’t matter. Tina was more aware of my well-being after Barry did whatever he did to her mind. She was still a little cuckoo but she was now a diligent pet owner.

There was a knock at the door. Tina touched my collar and said, “Human.” The transformation lasted about fifteen seconds at my request to Barry. When I was human she said, “Gene’s outside. I’m guessing you’ll want to leave.”

I quickly got dress. “Yeah, I should go eat some human food. It’s been a few weeks.”

* * *

Gerald was led into the visiting room by a guard. He was escorted to the table where I was sitting. “Do I know you?” He asked.

“No, but I know you,” I said. “My name is Veronica Henley but you can call me Ronnie. I was so sad that you got caught. The misery you were creating was so delightful.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it however that works.”

“Oh, I’m here to restore some of it. You’re clash with Barry ruined two of my sources of misery. Your blackmail victims and Tina’s shrink victims. Maria is more miserable but not sufficiently. You owe me a lot of misery.”

“I owe it to you?”

“Maybe not legally. But I’m still going to make sure your misery makes up for the misery I lost.”

“Who are you?”

“I’m the Empath. Didn’t Dr. Pritcher tell you about me?”

“I know the Empath is one of the seven archetypes. I was not aware an Empath was on campus.”

“I’m a grad student. And I do believe I’ve stayed off Edwin’s and Saul’s radar. They only know about you, Barry, Maria, and Tina, I think.”

“Well, that’s great for you. What does it have to do with me?”

“Nothing. Nothing any more. I’m just here to look you in the eye as you receive some bad news.” She picked up her phone and dialed a number. “Hello?” “He’s right here.”

She turned the phone toward Gerald and video conference started with an older gentleman.

“Dad?”

“Gerald, I am so disappointed in you. I’m not paying your legal fees any more.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Your mother will disown me if I pay to get you out of jail for kidnapping charges. She lost her younger sister to kidnappers and she draws a hard line against kidnapping.”

“What sister?”

“Don’t play dumb. Goodbye forever, Gerald.”

The connection ended.

“What did you do?” He asked me.

“I didn’t kidnap anyone,” I said. “I also had a wonderful lunch with your mother. She told me about her sister being killed after a kidnapping. She was only eight. Tragic.”

“That never happened.”

“No, it didn’t. But she thinks it did. Sucks to be you.”

“Why?”

“I love misery and you were my best source for it. When the well ran dry, I had to improvise.” I could smell the despair wafting off him. I inhaled deeply. I stood up. “Ta ta. Guard?” The guard opened the door so I could leave without looking back at Gerald.

* * *

I fell asleep with Abby, Buffy, and Candy sharing my bed. We had fallen asleep after they had taken turns see who could best eat me out. I don’t know about them, but I believe I won. I woke up as Abby was trying to get out of the bed and take Buffy with her.

“I didn’t want to wake you,” Abby said.

“It’s okay. I wanted to go to breakfast before class,” I said.

It was after eight. I don’t know when Candy left. After the twins left, the room was empty. I got up and took off Jessica. I hooked Jessica up to a portable automatic inflation pump and within 20-30 seconds she was ready to plug up. I sealed the suit and she took a deep breath.

“You inflated me? I thought you were going to keep me as a suit forever,” she said.

“You sound disappointed.” As I was putting the hose back in the closet I jabbed my hand on something.

“Only a little.” She took my hand and blood dripped from my finger. “Did you get a boo-boo?” She sucked my finger into her mouth to make it all better.

“It’s nothing.” I handed her some of her clothes that I had taken with me from her room.

“Is it hot in here?”

She was sweating. Her forehead and temples nearly dripping but it wasn’t clear. It was skin colored.

Her hand was still holding mine but it looked like it was melting. “You drank my blood!”

“Oh, my goddess. What does your blood do?”

“We don’t know.”

“Am I melting?”

I grabbed a garbage bag and spread it out on the floor. “Stand in the middle.”

As she stepped over, parts of her foot dripped behind. Once she was in the middle of the bag I pulled the drawstring up slightly. As I did she seemed to shrink as her lower legs gave way and turned into a fleshy slurry. In less than a minute, Jessica had turned from a living person into a garbage bag of liquid flesh.

I poked at the mass of flesh in the bag. It was not a viscous fluid. More of a gelatin that was now molded into a bag shape. The drippings of her foot were also gelatin and I picked them up and dropped them into the bag where they merged into the rest of her mass.

“Jessica? Can you hear me?”

The bag of flesh quivered.

Mannequin Reality

“What’s in the box?” Kelly said.

Troy looked up from the book he was trying to translate. He first looked at a velvet lined box on the chair next to him before pointing to a box shipped from a popular online store on the table. “That box?”

“Yes. What did you order?”

“That should be the party favors for your birthday party in March.”

He attempted to resume his study of the book that had been in the velvet lined box.

“You bought party favors? What are they?”

“You can open the box and find out.”

She rushed into the kitchen to get the shears. She nattered on about each favor as she went through the box. But, Troy was use to her needing to hear her own voice. He let her fill the room with it, offering a “Hmm?” or a “Really?” as needed to keep her going.

An hour later, Troy removed his white gloves and got up to use the bathroom. When he returned, she was in the seat he had been sitting in. “Troy? Is this right?”

“What is it, Kelly?”

“This book you had open on the table. Is it supposed to be some kind of spell book?”

“Yes.”

“You don’t really believe there are spell books?

“I believe there is at least one spell book and you are sitting in front of it.”

“I thought you studied real ancient texts. This is just gibberish.”

“It is Phoenician with margin notes in Greek and occasionally Latin that was hand copied from an earthen jar full of scrolls discovered in the twelfth century.”

“Fine. Is there a spell here on the open page? I made sure not to touch the page with my bare hands like you’ve told me.”

“There is a spell there. Though I’m having trouble with the translation. It apparently turns a person into some kind of effigy of a person. Like a doll or perhaps a wooden mannequin. But, I’m not aware of such artifacts existing in Phoenician society.”

“You have a spell that would turn someone into a mannequin?”

“Something like a mannequin.”

“Do it to me.”

“What?”

“Wouldn’t it be cool, assuming you could turn me back?”

“Some of the spells have counter spells but this one just ends after four sunsets, it says. Yes, theoretically I could turn you into a wooden dress form or doll or something. I just don’t know why you would want me to.”

“Because, it’s a spell. Like, an over 2000 year old spell. And I would be a beautiful doll. Maybe you can make sure I look sexy. Dress me up in a revealing toga.”

“Togas are Roman.”

“Whatever.”

“You’re serious?”

“I am. What do we need to cast the spell?”

“Well, most of the materials are readily available. Although you will need to bathe in an olive oil based aromatic concoction.”

“Slathered with olive oil? Kinky.”

“Are you going to be serious?”

“I will.”

“The spell isn’t specific about how much of this concoction is needed nor how long the bathing should last though. I know someone I can ask about that though. If you really are serious, I will get the materials together and we can cast the spell Friday night. You might want to get time off for Monday and Tuesday of next week since it lasts four days.”

* * *

Friday, Troy’s phone rang as he was setting up the ritual. He glanced at his watch and it said the call was from KT, Kelly’s middle name was Taylor. “Yes, Love?”

“Can I invite Sarah to observe the spell? She was fascinated by the whole concept: ancient spells, mannequins, olive oil.”

“I suppose. She might even be able to help me with parts of the ritual. You realize you’ll be naked while the ritual takes place.”

“Not a problem. See you later. Mwah.”

“B-bye.”

Kelly and Sarah arrived a few hours later. Sarah sniffed the air. “Are you marinading something?”

“No, that’s the oil we’ll be rubbing all over Kelly.”

“We’re marinading her?”

“I suppose.”

“The ritual says you should wash before the oil is applied, so go take a shower while I tell Sarah how she can help.”

“I get to help?” Sarah clapped her hands together and smiled gleefully.

An hour later, Kelly was standing in a wash basin in the living room, all the furniture had been moved out of the way. She was covered in an oily unguent that smelled like some curries do. Troy was chanting verses from the book in a slow, steady cadence. Sarah watched in silence, still as a statue, worried that her breathing my harm the spell.

Troy tapped her shoulder. She seemed surprised and then remembered what to do. She crawled over to one of four candles set at the north cardinal point. When Troy nodded, she blew it out and moved the east candle. Troy’s watched as she did this, nodding when she should extinguish the candles. His voice rose in pitch and volume until the last candle was snuffed and he spoke the final word of the ritual.

The room was plunged into unnatural darkness for a moment until the light in the kitchen resumed spilling into the room.

“Did it work?”

Troy turned on the flashlight on his phone with shaky hands. He waved it slowly around the room. In the center of the dry wash basin, devoid of any curry flavored ointments, was a wooden mannequin that looked like Kelly.

“It did.”

None of the lamps in the room worked.

“Next time, don’t forget to remove all the light bulbs in the room.”

“Next time?”

“Oh, well, assuming she turns back, you’re doing this again. Yvette will flip when she finds out she missed witnessing Kelly turning into a mannequin.”

“Of course.” He took a step and nearly tumbled over. Sarah caught his arm and helped him sit down. He felt exhausted.

Sarah took some pics with her phone. “You look like hell. I should leave. Have fun with her. She really hopes you’ll put different clothes on her each day.”

“Really?”

“Didn’t she tell you?”

“Perhaps she did. I was focused on the spell the last couple days.”

“Go to bed, Troy.”

“Good night, Sarah.”

* * *

He moved the mannequin out of the tub Saturday morning. The tub showed no sign that the unguent ever existed except for a pleasant lingering odor. Though he felt a bit foolish, Troy dressed the mannequin each morning in an outfit that was labeled in Kelly’s closet for what day it was. Tuesday night, as he was watching a show, he heard some cracking sounds behind him. The mannequin cracked and Kelly said, “Help, I’m stuck.”

He got up and helped Kelly escape from what was essentially a thick paper-like cocoon.

“Show me pics.”

“I have it all documented in your phone.”

She talked and talked about each photo and how boring being alone overnight had been. “You could have spent a few minutes every now and then talking to me.”

“Like a houseplant?”

“No, like a boyfriend talks to his girlfriend.”

“When she’s a mannequin?”

“Yes. I gotta call Sarah.”

* * *

It took almost four months to get the women coordinated and get the spell components together for the next spell. Troy explained that the spell he used the first time only worked on one person and he wasn’t casting it four times for her and her friends – along the way, a third friend, Marisel, wanted in on the mannequin spell after hearing about it at Kelly’s birthday party a few months earlier. There was another spell a few pages after the former spell that could do group transformations. He never could figure out why someone needed a spell to change several people into inanimate objects. Perhaps girlfriends wanting to be mannequins together is a universal truth. He doubted it.

This time, they would cast the spell in the garage as there were less furnishings to move and more space to turn four women into mannequins. That, and they didn’t have four wash tubs for each of them to stand in. Marisol was disappointed about spending four days in a garage. Sarah was going to have her husband pick her up the next morning, he was going to be at a poker game the same Friday night as the ritual was to be performed.

The ritual was longer for this spell. And the fragrant oil concoction slightly altered for this spell. He spent the last few weeks before the ritual reminding the women they would be naked in front of him for at least ninety minutes while the ritual was in progress. None of them expressed any concerns.

Friday night, the ritual was in full force. The women had to lend their voices to the spell at regular intervals. Troy had to blow out the candles himself at the ritual rose to its climax. When the final candle was snuffed, he felt the ground shake and the air rushed toward the women before exploding outward. Troy was thrown to the ground where his head struck the concrete floor hard and he lost consciousness.

* * *

“Honey?” A woman’s voice said. “Honey? Are you all right? You have bruises on your arms.”

The sound of her voice pierced through his head like a hot poker. His first attempt to open his eyelids failed as the light felt like a physical object smashing into his eyes repeatedly.

“Shhhh,” he whispered.

“Are you hung over?” She shouted. “I go out for one night and you end up drinking yourself silly? Did you forget the birthday party is tonight?”

“SHHHH.” His head drooped and he fell asleep.

“Men.”

He awoke hours later, relieved that the light in the room was no longer trying to slice his head in two. He vaguely recalled crawling into bed the night before but he had no idea why. “Kelly?” No one answered. He got out of bed and got dressed. He felt mostly okay now. Downstairs, he spotted his girlfriend putting up birthday decorations.

“Finally. Grab that other box and start over there. People will be here,” she said looking at her phone, “in four hours and we have a lot to do.”

“Wasn’t your birthday in March? It’s July.”

“Yes, it’s July and July eighth has always been my birthday. How could you get that wrong?” She walked up to him and touched his forehead. “You never forget birthdays. Are you okay?”

Troy hadn’t really been looking at her until she got close to him. The woman she could have been Kelly’s sister. But this woman was not Kelly. More important, Kelly had no sister. The resemblance was uncanny. But, this was not his girlfriend of four years.

“Who are you?”

“What do you mean, ‘Who are you?’ Is this some kind of prank, Troy?” She touched his head and said, “You got a good lump there. What did you do last night?”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

She stared at him, “Karla. Karla Taylor Schmeid. Look me up in your phone.”

He unlocked his phone and there was a picture of him standing next to Karla as his background image. In the contacts section, he found the entry for “KT”, but the number wasn’t his girlfriend’s number. It was different.

He became unsteady on his feet and dropped onto the sofa.

“Should I call an ambulance?”

“No, no. Let me think. Did Brad show up to pick up Sarah?”

“I don’t know either of those names.”

“Do you remember the spell book?”

“Of course, we still need to get the stuff together to cast the spell again. I loved being a mannequin the two times we did it.”

“I cast the spell last night with you, Sarah, Yvette, and Marisol.”

“Who are those three people? You were turning other women into mannequins without me?”

“You were there. Well, not you, someone who mostly looks like you. Kelly Taylor Schmeid.”

“What did you say?”

“Kelly Taylor Schmeid.”

Karla sat down. She looked as shell shocked as he did.

“What?”

“How did you hear that name?”

“I’ve known Kelly for four years. We met at the Jolly Roger.”

“That’s where we met four years ago.”

“What?” Troy said. “Hold it. What is it about Kelly’s name that has you confused.”

“My mother had a miscarriage about four months before I was conceived. She always told me the unborn girl would have been named Kelly Taylor, Taylor for Mom’s…”

“Maternal grandmother, Greta Taylor.” Troy finished.

“I’ve never told you that.”

He stood up. “Follow me.” He led her to the garage.

“Were we robbed?” The garage looked like a cyclone had hit it. A bag of lawn fertilizer must have broken open as there was dark brown fertilizer everywhere. Laying on their sides in different parts of the room were four mannequins. “What were those names you mentioned?”

Troy picked up one of the mannequins. “This is Kelly’s BFF, Sarah. Over there is Marisol. Yvette seems to be in that corner. And this, this is Kelly.” He picked up another mannequin that looked almost identical to Karla.

Karla stared at the effigy of what was not quite herself. “I almost believe you.”

“Almost?”

“This is the most amazing birthday prank ever. The little details about Yvette and Sandra.”

“Sarah.”

“Like that. Well done.” She put her arms around his neck and kissed him. It felt familiar. It felt different. He knew he had kissed this woman before. And yet, he hadn’t.

“It isn’t a prank.”

“Oh, come on, you told me yourself we couldn’t use the spell to do multiple mannequins when I mentioned Barbara might want to be transformed. And then you found the other spell. But, you said it had a terrible side effect. And it could only be reversed with another long ritual.”

“I did? I never saw a side-effect in either spell.”

“You never explained it. But, you said you couldn’t do it.”

“I cast that spell last night. These four mannequins were living breathing women” – he looked at his watch – “fourteen hours ago.”

“Where is the spellbook?”

He looked around and blanched. He saw it under some of the fertilizer on the floor halfway under a workbench. “I need my gloves.” He said before reaching out to touch it.

She grabbed his arm as he made to leave. “We don’t have time for your prank. Show’s over. We need to prepare for my birthday party. You were supposed to go out and get chips, dips, veges, and pick up my cake an hour ago.”

He gave her a look that had her take a step back. “You don’t understand. This isn’t how the world is supposed to be.”

“Now, you’re just being dramatic.”

“No matter how huge a prank you think I’m doing, do you think I would have allowed that ancient book to be covered in dirt as part of a prank? Those mannequins are people.”

She looked at the mannequins. “If they’re people, and the one named Kelly was your girlfriend, presumably born from my mother less than four months before I was, what happens when you counter the spell?”

He calmed down. “You’re right. I can’t just jump into this willy-nilly. We’ll throw your party. And tomorrow, I can read the spell book and see what your Troy noticed that I didn’t.”

* * *

The party was a success. Troy knew most of Karla’s family already. Her friend Barbara was unfamiliar. That they were best friends was obvious. She even showed up an hour early to help with the decorations and stayed an hour late to help cleanup. Most of the garbage was in garbage bags when Troy heard Barbara whispering with Karla.

“What are you two getting up to?”

“You have to cast the counterspell,” Barbara said.

“I believe that too. But what about Karla.”

“She’ll be fine. The universe will find a home for her.”

“Are you some kind of quantum engineer?”

“No. But, I read a lot of science fiction.”

“I’ll take that under advisement. I still need to see what I missed in the spell that Karla’s Troy warned her about. So, we won’t be casting any spells any time soon.”

“Well, that could be bad. The longer we let this timeline exist, the stronger it will become.”

“Barbara, you weren’t Kelly’s best friend. I never met you before today. For all we know, you might cease to exist in my timeline.”

“Yes, but in this timeline, I’m also your friend. And we both study ancient texts together. The Universe will make it all right.”

* * *

“That is a pickle,” Gerold said. Troy was visiting a colleague who could help with the translation of the book. The book was now scanned into an online repository so he wouldn’t have to risk walking around with the actual book. “You visited me a month ago asking this same question. If you hadn’t, I wouldn’t have believed you came from an alternate timeline.”

“From my perspective, this is the alternate timeline.”

“A natural thought, and worthy of debate at some other time. Getting back to the text of the spell, I agree with you. The group ritual you cast didn’t just turn the women into mannequins. It erased their existence as people from the universe, the terrible side effect discovered by this timeline’s you. They were never born in this timeline. I don’t think you can cast the reverse spell and have it only effect the other three mannequins. As long as you leave your Kelly a mannequin, the other three are stuck as well.”

“And if I cast the reversal spell on Kelly, Karla probably ceases to exist since her mother can’t carry Kelly to term on March sixteenth and Karla to term on July eighth. Both of them cannot be born of one woman within four months of each other.”

“So what do I do?”

“I don’t know, Friend. I’m just glad I don’t have to make the decision.”

* * *

Troy arrived home after four in the afternoon. There was a light hint of a familiar East Mediterranean smell in the air. “Karla?” He searched the house top to bottom and could not find her. The last place he looked was the garage, mostly because he didn’t want to find her there. An envelope was taped to the door to the garage with his name of it. He opened it and read the letter inside.

“I can’t watch you dithering over what to do. I had Barbara cast the spell on me. If I’m a mannequin, maybe the universe will restore me after you restore the other women. It’s worth trying.

“Love, Karla”

He entered the garage and found five mannequins lined up. The two at one end could be sisters. Barbara wasn’t around. He found the book open to the second spell. Did Barbara cast the second spell on Karla? Before he could think further about that, his phone rang. He looked at his watch and the call was from... “Katie”? He answered. “Hello?”

“Hey, Troy, it’s me. I’m leaving work early today and thought today would be a good day for us to get decorations from the party store for my birthday in September.”

It Suits Me: Chapter 24

Jessica did not want to stop being a doll so she left with Isabella to find the professor. Tina wanted nothing to do with Greek issues. I gave her orders not to shrink anybody without calling me first for permission. If she ended up shrinking someone for any reason, I had to be informed as well. After that, I sent her back to her life.

Danny, Sandra, Joel, and Ken started spitballing ideas for a rescue. They came up with over a dozen scenarios and shot holes into them all as a way to give me ideas while I tried to figure what the actual plan was.

After a few hours, Jessica returned, “We found the professor. He’s going to help. I took Isabella to the caff for human food since she’s been living on scraps for weeks. She called her mother and she came and picked her up. I had to explain to her mother what had happened. I don’t think she understood. But she believed me that Isabella had not been ignoring her for six weeks.”

“Do you think she’ll return to campus?”

“I don’t know. She asked Pritcher if she could withdraw and get her money back and he said that would be more difficult but he could help if that was her decision.”

I said, “Okay, I have a plan. And it does not need speed. We’ll reconvene before dinner here tomorrow. Danny, I suggest you sleep in Sandra’s room tonight. Ken, you can crash here or take your chances out there. How’s you ankle?”

“Tender. I should probably sleep on your couch since you’ve offered it,” Ken said.

Joel said goodnight to us and disappeared into his bedroom.

My room was finally empty except for Jessica.

“So, what’s the plan?” Jessica said.

“Ha, ha.”

* * *

In the middle of the night, I woke up to sound in the common room. I got out of bed without waking Jessica and opened the door to my room. Ken was getting dressed.

“What’s up, Ken?”

“Oh, Barry. I couldn’t sleep. The couch looks comfortable in theory but in practice, not so much. Sorry if I woke you.”

“Arctic Armadillo.”

Ken’s head drooped forward as he entered a trance. “What’s actually going on, Ken?”

“I was going to go find Gerald.”

“Did he command that of you and the girls Maria hypnotized?”

“Yes. When you were ready to make your move, we were to report to him.”

“What were you going to tell him?”

“That you had a plan you were going to enact tomorrow.”

“What else?”

“Not much. I was going to tell him how you were going to distribute the plan and see if he had any instructions for me about that.”

“I hope you are in the mood to give me a blowjob.”

“I never did get to do that. I had been looking forward to it.”

“When I wake you up, you will forget about seeing Gerald for now and you fulfill your promise to Maria about giving me a blowjob. Understood?”

“Yes.”

“Wake up when I count to three. 1.. 2.. 3.”

“Barry,” Ken said as if just noticing me.

“Hey, Ken. Trouble sleeping?”

“No, no. Although I was wondering if you would like me do you a favor.”

“What kind of favor?”

“I never did give you that blowjob.”

“That’s a kind favor.”

“Have a seat.”

He was good. Really good. Not sure if I should ask him about that later. “You can speak freely and move from the neck up.”

“Why did we do this?”

“Why were you about to leave?”

“How did you know I was leaving?”

“I used Maria’s trigger on you.” I said. “I have a feeling Gerald did as well before you were given to Tina. Remember everything he told you and tell me it now.”

“Oh, oh,” he said. “I was about to go tell him your plan.”

“What else did he plant within you?”

“Just general instruction to disrupt your plans. I don’t think they would have worked because you already had given me instructions to do what’s best for you over my own desires.”

“Let’s remove all of this.”

I spent a good twenty minutes making sure Ken no longer reacted to Maria’s trigger, no longer had any programming from Maria or Gerald lurking in his mind, and reinforced my instructions that my desires are more important than his own. When I was done, I said, “Do you want to stay as a doll or should I restore you now?”

“Actually, I’ve been really curious about your powers since I heard about Diana and Roxy turning into mannequins. Have you done anything else like that?”

“Maya was the first mannequin. Amy was turned into a statue. Jessica was turned into a weird sex toy.”

“What if you turned me into a woman?” Ken said.

“Really?”

“You can turn me into a mannequin, the mannequin could be a female figure. Why couldn’t you turn me into a woman?”

“I never thought about that.”

“If it works, you can probably turn Isabella into an actual animal pet.”

“You want me to do this now?”

“Yes, make me look like a triplet to the Feldon twins.”

“Buffy and Abby. You want to stand out.”

“If I’m going to be a woman, I want to be a hot woman.”

“Fair.”

“Turn into an exact duplicate of Buffy Feldon.”

Kenneth’s form shifted and he got slightly shorter. It looked like Buffy was sitting across from me, wearing the clothes Joel had given Kenneth earlier that evening.

“How do I look?” She said. “Oh, my voice!”

“You wanted hot. Hot you got.”

“Am I still a doll?”

“Technically, but your body is fully human at the moment. I didn’t tell you to turn into a Buffy Doll.”

She stood up and went into the bathroom to look in the mirror, “I am hot.”

“No arguments here.”

She returned to the room and sat next to me, close to me. “You do good work. Good work should be rewarded.” Her lips met mine and I kissed her back. We made out like teenagers for a while. When I came up for air, she was completely naked and my shirt had disappeared. She was sitting with her back pressed up against me. My hands were casually supporting her breasts. She said, “Were you holding out on me because I was a guy? With your powers, you should embrace bisexuality.”

“Isn’t that what I was just doing?”

“I didn’t say embrace a bisexual, although I certainly enjoyed it. I meant you should be able to do what we were just doing with guys and gals.”

“Maybe someday.”

After a moment, she said, “What do you think the odds are that Gerald is awake around three in the morning?”

“Hopefully in the zero range but given his paranoia, probably fifty-fifty.”

“So, I’m indistinguishable from Buffy, normal height, and not trapped in the basement of Kappa Xi,” Kenneth said. “Should I attend her classes later today?”

“That’s an interesting thought.”

“Or I could go to the police and say I escaped from the Kappa Xi house.”

“But when they find a bunch of short people, they might wonder why you weren’t shrunk.”

“If you can turn me into this, shrinking me should not be hard for you,” Kenny said.

“Shrink down to eight inches tall.”

“Whoa,” she managed to say as she shrank down.

I went to my closet and got out a washcloth. I picked her up with the wash cloth. “You should be able to wrap this around you like a normal towel.”

It took Kenneth a few tries but he managed to turn the cloth into a sleeveless dress. “What are we going to do now?” She said. She had to shout a bit to be easily heard.

“I’m taking you to the police station. You just escaped from the house and you can tell the police there are still people there.”

“Okay, let’s go.”

* * *

Just before dawn, the police arrived at the Kappa Xi Epsilon fraternity house in full force. The house was surrounded and all entrances were guarded as a search warrant was served. Twelve shrunken people were found in the crawlspace under the house.

When it was discovered that Gerald was not there, I handed Kenneth to Jessica and said, “Handle getting the others unshrunk for me. I need to find Diana.”

“I’m coming with you,” Joel said.

We went to the clothing store Maya had told me Diana was at. When we arrived, she was still standing in the window and an argument could be heard coming from behind the store. I hurried around the corner to find Gerald arguing with an older woman about collecting his mannequin.

“So, you admit you stashed her here, Gerald?” I called out as I got closer.

“You. YOU!” Gerald shouted. “I’m going to destroy you.”

“You sound like a comic book villain,” Joel taunted as he rounded the other corner, penning Gerald between us. He was holding his phone up, recording the encounter.

“How did you get restored?” Gerald said. “That stupid bitch let you go?”

“No, I was rescued. Just like your other victims were rescued.”

A siren sounded from about a block away.

“Did you call the police, Joel?” I said.

“I did.”

Two officers appeared from around the corner. “Gerald Avignon? We’d like to ask you a few questions downtown.”

“You can talk to my lawyer.”

Ted's Dolls 30: Paris 2

If you haven't read any of the prior Ted's Dolls stories, you should start with Ted's Dolls 1: Jane before reading this one.

Paris spent the weekend at the sorority house. She asked Ted to give her space. He was glad to do it as he was also prepping for Alumni Weekend in one week.

Saturday morning her phone rang around five in the morning, waking her up. Her eyes lit up when she saw who it was. “Daddy?”

“Hey, Pumpkin. I just wanted to tell you Priscilla and I will be in Greece through New Years. You’ll have to make other plans for Christmas.”

“I assumed you wouldn’t be back in time, Daddy.”

“That’s my independent girl. Have you heard from Randall? Neither your mother nor I have heard from him in about a month.”

“You usually go a month or more without contacting me.”

“Yes, Pumpkin, but you’re responsible. I don’t have to worry about you getting yourself into trouble.” A smile played across Paris’ face. “Randall is a bit flighty. I fear he’s gone to some backwater country in search of a legend so he can make one of his damned films.”

“Sorry, I haven’t heard from him in several months and he didn’t mention any plans to leave the country. But, you really have to stop putting down his film making. He’s really talented.”

“Paris, if you know any of his friends, could you reach out? You’re probably right that he hasn’t done anything insanely stupid.” Her eyes rolled. “I just want to know where he is.”

“Okay, when the sun is up, I’ll call Francis.  I think they’re still close.”

“Sun is up? Did I wake you? You should have said something.”

“I was already awake at that point. And it’s not like you call me every day, Daddy.”

“I’m sorry about that. You know how it is.”

“Of course. I need to get dressed and face the day. Homework always seems to pile up.”

“Ha ha, I’m sure you have everything done weeks ahead of time. You were always on top of your school work.”

“Yes, of course. You know how I am.”

* * *

“There you are,” Whitney said from the door to Paris’ bedroom. “I was looking all over for you.”

Paris was sitting on her bed, holding her cellphone to her ear. “What do you mean he doesn’t live there? He’s lived there for the last three years.”

“I’ll come back,” Whitney said. Paris waved her into the room. Whitney wasn’t sure she should stay or go but ended up sitting down on the chair at Paris’ desk.

Paris listened to the other speaker, then said, “When was the last time you spoke with him?” She picked up a sticky note and wrote ‘Brother is missing’. She tossed the sticky pad to Whitney. “A month ago? How about Simon, do you think he might have a clue?”

Whitney whispered, “Be right back.” She left the room.

“Do you know if he met someone recently and that might explain his behavior?” She jotted some notes down on a notepad.

“Do you have my number? If you hear anything, call me. If you see Randall, tell him to call me and then don’t let him out of your sight until you hear him say hello to me.” She gave her number to the person on the phone call.

Whitney returned with Trish. They stood in the doorway.

“Thanks, Terrance. Call me if you learn anything.” She put the phone down.

After a moment of silence, Whitney said, “Randall’s missing?”

Paris looked at the two women in her doorway as if she had not noticed them before. “Oh, my father said something about not being able to get Randall on the phone. And I tried calling him and it went straight to voice mail. I called one of his friends and they hadn’t seen Randall in a while. I called four more friends. None of them have heard from him. I’m worried.”

“Haven’t you said in the past your brother is a bit scatterbrained?” Whitney said.

“Yeah, I’m sure it’s just Randall being Randall.” Trish said.

“That’s actually not very reassuring,” Paris said.

* * *

Ted rushed through the hallway to the dormitory exit when he saw Paris coming the other direction. “What are you doing here?”

“Ted? Oh, I just wanted to say hi,” she said. “Hi.”

“I thought my room was off limits until after the vote,” he said, stopping in front of her. “The vote that takes place tomorrow, I believe.”

“It is off limits. I had a moment of weakness.”

“Come with me. You’ll be able to keep your promise if we go to Richard’s dorm room.”

“What’s in Richard’s dorm room?”

“A doll, I’m told.”

Richard let the two of them in and pointed at the bed. It looked like Emily was lying on the bed. A closer look revealed the tell-tale signs that she wasn’t quite human.

“I hope there’s a reason we’re looking at this doll,” Paris said.

“It’s Sunday. Last time I turned Emily into a doll was Wednesday. She’s been human between then and now,” Ted said.

“What? Who did this?”

“She did,” Richard said. “I had just joked she should know by now how to do it given how many times she’s been a doll. I went to the bathroom and when I returned, she was turning into a doll.”

“Frequency of being affected should not lead to the ability to practice magic,” Ted said. “How long has it been now?”

“Fifteen, twenty minutes, I guess.”

“The first time my sister turned herself into a doll, it took over an hour. And she was studying to use the family magic.”

“You mean Catherine? I thought your magic was specific to your bloodline.”

“Yes. Magic bloodlines exist which limits the kinds of things a practitioner can do. I could never cast a spell that allows someone to fly, for example. Even if someone who could cast such a spell were to try to teach me how.”

“So, is Emily a distant cousin?”

“If she is, we’re probably talking from over five hundred years ago or more. I’m not a scholar on the history of familial magic lines. She might be a practitioner from a dormant family line that was thought to be extinct. I won’t know anything until her transformation is complete and I can compare what she did to what I do.”

“But, if she were copying your magic, wouldn’t she have to have your magic.”

“No. Magic is a game where you press your will against the universe’s will and win. And some practitioners exist outside of the familial magic lines. Emily wanted to be a doll so much, she made the universe bend to her will. The backlash when she turns back to a human should knock her on her ass. And the fact that she thought she was copying my magic could have been the exact opposite way she should practice magic. And that might also contribute to the backlash.”

“Fascinating,” Richard said.”

“In any case, this is going to take some time. You have a vote tomorrow and should probably be doing something related to that.”

“I should,” Paris said. “I’ll be going. Good to see you, Richard.”

“Take care.”

As Paris left, the thought that magic was just a matter of willpower would not go away.

* * *

“You were with Ted, weren’t you?”

“Yes, but at no time was I a doll. We were actually paying a visit to Richard.”

“Rob’s friend Richard?” Trish said.

“Yes. Now, I think we have most of the work that can be accomplished ahead of time completed for the Alumni Weekend events. That’s why I allowed myself to slip away. It’s been a week since I’ve been out of the house, Mom.”

“Don’t sass me.”

“You deserve sassing. I’m going to bed.”

* * *

“This meeting of the Eta Delta Tau Sorority full membership is now in session. Since the first order of business is the no confidence vote against me, I will step aside and turn the meeting over to our recording secretary, Patrice Bubon?”

“I will have to ask you to leave, Paris,” Trish said.

“Of course,” she said and she left the meeting room and closed the door behind her. She went to the kitchen and sat at the table to wait. She wasn’t nervous. She realized she didn’t really care if she were ousted or not. Life existed outside the sorority house.

And it didn’t hurt that she was preoccupied with what Emily had done the night before. Paris had purposefully not reached out to Ted to find out what happened so she wouldn’t be tempted to try it herself. What would she do if she could doll herself? Probably, she would do it once and be bored by it. She wasn’t like some of the other dolls. It wasn’t being the doll that turned her on. It was being helpless in front of a lover that she desired. As she thought about Ted leaving her posed in various lewd ways in his dorm, her face flushed. Beads of sweat broke out on the back of her neck and she started fanning herself with her hands.

Absentmindedly, she squeezed her right hand with her left. As she did, she said, “I am the president of the Eta Delta Tau sorority.” She did this several times before separating her hands. No, she thought to herself. She had had the chance to spend every night as Ted’s plaything. Instead, she had come back to ΗΔΤ. And she felt she was discovering Ted was more interesting as alover than as a rival.

Twenty minutes passed. She wondered if that was a good sign or a bad sign. Trish must have opened the floor for discussion before the vote. Paris had asked if she would do this but Trish wouldn’t tell her. She was poking her phone, playing a time wasting game when one of the new sisters, Tiffany,came to retrieve her.

When Paris returned to the room, Trish announced, “The votes have been tallied. Paris Chaplain is our President for the 2023-2024 school year.” The room was filled with applause and people shouted congratulations to Paris.

She walked up to the podium Trish was standing behind and Trish gave her a hug before stepping aside. “I don’t know what you all said before the vote and I don’t need to know. Thank you for the confidence you’ve shown in me. I won’t let you down. Now, I believe we have six young women to induct into our sisterhood.”

* * *

The rest of the evening was spent welcoming the new sorority sisters and celebrating another year of the chapter’s existence. The next night Paris, Trish, Whitney, and Gianna had an officers meeting to finalize details of the Alumni Weekend.

“Final order of business. I regret that I might have to step down as President.”

“Spent an entire week in the sorority house and decided you’d rather be Ted’s doormat?”

“What the fuck, Gianna?” Whitney said.

“You should talk. We use to have this meeting on Wednesday nights until you decided it would more fun to get groped at a poker game.”

“That’s enough,” Trish said. “This is about Randall, isn’t it, Paris?”

Paris was just staring at Gianna. “Yes, my brother is missing and I believe dealing with that is more important than the sorority.”

“That’s your excuse?”

“I would have said something Monday, but I didn’t want to make the day the new sisters were welcomed all about me.”

“Meeting adjourned,” Trish said. She got up and physically removed Gianna from the room.

“I can’t believe she hates you so much.”

“Don’t care. She got her vote. She lost.”

“Are you resigning immediately?”

“No, if Randall hasn’t turned up by the Monday after Alumni Weekend, I’ll consider resigning then.”

* * *

The sorority sisters were standing outside the cafeteria, before the Alumni dinner started,handing out goodie bags to everyone going inside. Paris was digging the last bag out of a box that was rather large when she felt a tap on her shoulder. Turning around she was delighted by whom she saw.

“Paris!” Catherine said.

“Catherine? I don’t think you’re an alumni.” They hugged.

“Mom is. Her and Dad didn’t notice you and I slipped away. I’m surprised you aren’t part of Ted’s secret event.”

“No, I’m here greeting the Alumni and I have to be human tomorrow too.”

“Bummer. I could hook you up if you like.”

“I told you it was an addiction. Who’s this?”

“Trish, this is Ted’s younger sister Cat.”

“He has a family?” Karen said, joining the conversation.

“What does that mean?”

“Nothing at all,” Karen said. “He has a reputation on campus for being enigmatic.”

“I see.”

“Ted is a bit odd,” Trish said. “Nice to meet you, Cat.”

“Where’s Libby?” Paris said.

“She’s staying with Aunt Deanna. Ted warned us his display is probably not suitable for her.”

“Oo, what else did he say? Paris won’t tell us anything about it.”

“Because I know nothing about it.”

“He didn’t tell you?” Cat said.

“On my request. If I can’t be in the exhibit, I want to experience it like everyone else will. Tomorrow.”

“I’m hoping to sneak in there later, but Dad already said I can’t.”

* * *

After dinner, Paris was in the main room of the Sorority house. Alumni Weekend was just as much a sorority event as it was a university event. Alumni of the sorority lovedvisiting the house and telling the women living there now all about the antics they got up to when they were their age.

“Paris Chaplain, you are the spitting image of your mother. Where is she now? Venus? Mars?”

“Close. She’s wintering in Adelaide. She hates the cold, Mrs. MacArthur.”

“How many times do I have to tell you we are sisters? Call me Jennifer,” said the older, former President of the sorority.

“Let the poor girl be, Jenny,” another alumni of a similar age said. “You won’t feel young just because other young women use your first name. She’s just being respectful.”

“Of course, Mrs. Toliver.”

Mrs. Toliver continued, “I heard you were dating the artist of tomorrow’s exhibition. What can you tell me about the exhibit, or him?”

“Now who’s torturing the girl?” Jennifer said.

“Ted and I have only been dating officially for a week. As for the exhibition, I can’t wait to see it when it opens tomorrow as I’ve been far too busy with the Alumni events to go visit Ted.”

Another woman joined them, “My Katie tells me this Ted is some kind of wizard. He turns people into sex dolls and rents them out to lonely men.”

“Quite the entrepreneur if that’s true.”

“Turns people into sex dolls? What like hypnosis? There are no wizards.”

Paris slipped away as the older women debated the existence of magic in the ‘real’ world.

It wasn’t the last time an Alumni knew she was dating Ted. She eventually got to the bottom of the rumor: Gianna.

It Suits Me: Chapter 23

Turning Tina into a doll was easy. Giving Tina instructions not to shrink people unless there were one hundred percent on board with the idea was easy. Telling Tina to never do anything for Gerald again was easy. Requiring her to restore anyone she shrinks as soon as they ask was easy. Making Tina obedient to me was easy, human or doll.

Tina’s kisses did not work when she was a doll, as expected.

Making Tina human again was awkward. The others spent time in the main room while I did it. Tina kissed me as we finished up, but just like my kissed did nothing immediately after sex, neither did hers.

“That was nice,” she said. “And I was able to kiss you safely. When can I shrink you?”

“What did we say about shrinking people?”

“I thought you liked it.”

“Whether I did or did not, I didn’t ask.”

“Okay. No shrinking. “

“Good, get dressed. You need to restore a few folks.”

Ken was brought into the room by Jessica.

“Tina,” he shouted.

Tina seemed not to notice.

“Did you hear Ken shout?”

“Not really?”

“Pay closer attention.”

“Restore me.”

“Restore you? Okay.” She took Ken from Jessica’s hand and kissed him. She then set him down on the floor.

Restoring Danny and Joel worked similarly. Though, those times she was more alert to the pleas of the little men. Between my wardrobe and Joel’s we found clothes for the three naked men.

Sandra was holding Isabella  -- before leaving, they found from her ID that her name was actually Isabella. She said, “I’m ready to push in her valve.”

“Do it.”

Sandra made sure she had a good grip on Isabella and pushed in the tiny valve. The eight-inch tall woman reanimated.

“Isabella, tell Tina you want to be restored.”

We all saw her mouth move. But none of us could hear her.

“You have to be louder.”

She cowered in Sandra’s hand.

“Tina, what did you do to Isabella these past six weeks?” Jessica said.

“Just fun stuff. She was a good pet.”

“Be more specific.”

“She was always hiding in a corner of her cage. So, I got some itching powder and put some in the corner when she was asleep. She would wake up and I would say ‘Boo’ to her and she run into the corner. She’d spend the rest of the day scratching. I’d say ‘Boo’ and she run to another corner. That night I put the powder in all the corners. Afterward we’d both laugh about it. One time I covered the floor of the cage with the powder. She stood in the center of the cage afraid to move until she just collapsed from exhaustion. Where did I put that powder?”

“Tina, no more using itching powder on anybody ever,” I said.

“Fine. She enjoyed it.”

“Tina, Isabella is terrified of you. Terrified.” Sandra said.

“No, she isn’t. We’re BFFs.”

“Do BFFs keep their best friend from going to classes?”

“She asked me to shrink her.”

“And put her in a cage and keep her there all semester.”

“Kind of,” Tina said. “After she found out I could shrink people, she said she wanted to know what it was like being a pet. She bought the cage.”

“Even if that was true, did you ever ask her if she still wanted to be a pet?”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because she’s a human being and humans don’t like captivity generally.”

“Izzy likes being in the cage. Ask her.”

“She’s too afraid to tell you to restore her.”

“No, she isn’t. You aren’t afraid of me. Are you, Izzy?”

Izzy shook her head violently from side to side.

“See?”

“All I saw was someone so afraid of their tormentor they agreed with whatever the tormentor said so as not to provoke them,” Ken said.

“No.”

“Yes.” We all agreed.

“Izzy, really? Do you want to be restored?”

Isabella did not move.

“You just have to ask.”

Isabella nodded.

“You do want to be restored? Okay.”

Sandra lifted Isabella up to Tina’s face and Tina kissed Isabella. Sandra put the frightened woman down.

I handed Isabella a robe as she started growing but she did not seem to care about her nudity.

“Why didn’t you restore me sooner?” Isabella said.

“Why didn’t you ask to be restored sooner?”

“I did. You didn’t listen to me. Sometimes you would start humming or singing if you heard me shouting.”

“No, I didn’t,” Tina said.

“Is that true, Tina? You didn’t try to ignore her requests. Speak truly.”

“I may have playfully drowned her out when she tried to speak to me.”

“You will never do that again, right?”

“Right. I am to be attentive to shrunken people.”

“Okay, let’s wrap this problem up,” I said. “Isabella, when you leave, go to Professor Pritcher’s office. Tell him the Shrinker held you hostage for six weeks and you want his help changing dorm rooms and making up six weeks of lost work. If he says he can’t help you, tell me and I’ll talk to him.”

“I brought some clothes I assume are yours from your room,” Sandra said. “You should get dress in the other bedroom before you leave.”

“Your dorm room keys and ID are in with your clothes,” Jessica said. “Come back here if you don’t want to go back to your dorm room.”

“I can leave?” Isabella said.

“You’re no one’s pet,” Joel said.

“I need to call my mother.”

“Your phone is charging,” Sandra said. “It probably hasn’t been used in a while.”

“You don’t have to leave if you don’t want to. But, we need to talk about other things now,” I said. “Let’s find out where our friends are. According to my inside source, the girls are being held in cages in the frat house basement.”

“The basement?” Danny said. “That place is more like a crawl space, ceilings are only like four feet high. But, no one goes down there. I suppose that makes it the perfect place to hide a body or seven.”

“Tina, how did you turn the DEBs into dolls?”

“They were unconscious in a bedroom. Gerald told me to shrink them all. When I found out there were three guys in there, I demanded to get to keep them. Gerald seemed happy he didn’t have to pay me. Win-win.”

“What else happened while you were there?”

“I told Gerald he still had to feed them, bathe them, etc. Human pets get very stinky, very fast. And they eat more often because of the smaller tummies.”

“Danny, how do you get into the basement? Interior staircase?”

“No, it’s an outdoor basement door.”

“Who would Gerald trust to do the care and feeding of little humans?” I said.

“I don’t know. Maybe, Billy and Ivan. They’re a bit weird, loyal, and don’t have friends outside the frat,” Danny said.

“I wonder if they have a conscience we can convince that keeping people in cages is wrong,” Ken said.

“It’s been five or six days. I think that ship has sailed,” Joel said.

“Probably.”

“I think we approach this through them. I don’t think a frontal assault on the house works. Catching Gerald outside of the house is risky. Anyone could interfere while we try to grab him. And I don’t think we want to send the police into that basement.”

“Why not? Isn’t that what the police are for? If the university doesn’t want people knowing about magic on campus, they can deal with it afterward,” Ken said.

“According to Professor Pritcher, the police know about magic on campus.”

“Really?”

I told everyone what the professor told me about magic at TFU. During the exchange Isabella returned to the room to listen to the story. She seemed reluctant to leave.

“They should put that in the recruiting pamphlets,” Joel said.

“I don’t think they want it to be public knowledge.”

“Let’s move on to our next problem,” I said.

“I love how everyone just nods because, of course, we have more problems,” Ken said.

“Gerald is going to know something’s up if he sees you guys out and about.”

“Or in my bedroom in the frat house,” Danny said.

“Right. We have to keep you guys under wraps. Or we have to act before he finds out.”

“Danny could just walk in the front door and while that causes a buzz, we could be rescuing the girls from the crawl space,” Joel said.

“We who?”

“All of us. How are they going to stop us?”

“I fear he could be listening to all this right now,” Ken said.

“If he is, then we have no chance. All the cats are out of the bags.”

“Why did he have you shrunk, Danny?” Joel said.

“Because Sandra escaped or some nonsense like that. I have no idea. I was working against him. So now I’m the bad guy.”

“Any chance the frat would eject him?”

“No, anyone who would stir up trouble, he has dirt on.”

“Of course.”

“That would solve our problem,” Ken said. “No frat, no taking over the Greek council.”

“That doesn’t solve my problem. My end game is getting Gerald to never use his powers again.”

They stared at me.

“What? I have to do it. Just like I had to do it to her,” I said, indicating Tina.
“These powers are dangerous, especially when paired with people lacking a proper moral compass.”

“And who decides you have a proper moral compass?”

“Everyone else in this room not under my control.”

“That’s brutal, man,” Danny said.

“I can be stopped. Sandra knows how to do this. I’m sure the three of you can overpower me.”

“Okay, let’s also table the Batman scenarios for taking out Barry,” Jessica said.

“You made a Batman reference?” Joel said.

“Why do you think I’ve been dating her?” I said.

“She’s hot.”

“Can’t have a conversation with hot.”

“Yes, you can. It just involves touching and feeling a lot more than normal words and sentences conversations,” Ken said.

“So, what are we going to do?” Danny said. “We should act quickly. And how do we plan when Gerald is probably listening in right now.”

“I’ve got it,” Joel said. “Sandra, he sees and hears what people experience but he doesn’t read their minds, right?”

“I think so. I can’t be sure.”

“And when someone is being worn as a bodysuit, they know everything the wearer thinks, right?”

“Yes.”

“What if Barry turns someone into a bodysuit and then puts them on. Barry then thinks the details of a plan without saying it out loud. Take them off, restore them, rinse repeat with another bodysuit. Once everyone has gone through a bodysuit cycle, we all know the plan and no one has said anything out loud.”

“And after the first suit, two people can relay the plans to two suits. Then four can relay the plans to four suits,” Ken said.

“That could work,” I said. “But it only allows for me to be the strategist. No brainstorming. And we need to make sure we don’t leave anything out or we end up playing a dangerous game of telephone.”

“That just means you need to keep the plan simple,” Jessica said.

“And foolproof,” Danny said.

“Great,” I said.

Worn Out (Formerly known as "Wear It")

Melissa left the consignment shop with a few new garments and a pair of pumps. She could not wait to wear one of them later at the club she and her friends were going to that evening.

As soon as she got home, into the washing machine went the green, shoulder-less, mid-thigh-length dress, a shear purple bandeau bra, two bolero style jackets, one in black and one was a leopard print, a wraparound skirt an inch or two too short, and a pair of gray leggings. She used some sanitizer on a pair of fuck-me heels she had also purchased.

“Where were you?” Her roommate, Laura, asked as Melissa left the utility room.

“Shopping. Wait until you see the dress I’m wearing tonight.”

“You went to that shop again? I think your addicted.”

“Addicted to saving money? Why not?”

“I don’t know. I just get a weird vibe whenever I go in. Like I’m being watched and the place doesn’t even have security cameras.”

“I never felt that. Maybe it’s haunted and you can sense ghosts.”

“I hope not. I have enough problems without adding supernatural problems to my plate.”

As the sun set, Melissa was in her bedroom applying far more makeup to her face than she usually did. Her new dress was draped across the bed, freshly cleaned and ready to wear. Once her face was ready she put on a pair of black, open-crotch, shear stockings. She put on a black pair of panties over that.

The dress had a built in bustier so she needed no bra. It flowed down onto her body like it was made of liquid. She pulled the back zipper up and it felt like it had been tailored to her. One pair of emerald pumps later and she was dress to kill. She stepped out into the living room, spinning around twice. But there was no one there to knock dead with her look.

She knocked on Laura’s bedroom door. “Are you ready?”

“Almost. Five minutes, tops.”

Melissa knew that meant more like fifteen or twenty minutes. She opened her phone and typed into the group chat: “Laura says 5 minutes, so probably 20.”

Almost immediately, Gineen replied with two stopwatches and a poop emoji.

Ten minutes later, Laura called out, “Hey, I said five minutes. I meant it.”

“That was ten minutes ago. And if you aren’t done, why are looking at your phone?”

“I was touching up my nails and had nothing else to do.”

“Nails don’t dry in five minutes.”

Silence.

Within an hour the women were at the club. They were let in without any hassle. It was early and the club was a bit slow for a Saturday. That didn’t stop the DJ from dropping a sick beat. The pulse could be felt throughout one’s body.

They were sitting in a booth talking about life and work. Melissa heard a voice she didn’t recognize say, “Feel that beat? You should be dancing.”

She looked around but could not figure out where it came from.

“Dance. Ing.”

“Let’s go dance,” she said. “Before the gropers arrive.”

“I specifically came here for the gropers,” her friend Nikki said.

Most of them got up and danced.

A few hours into the night, most of the group were a bit buzzed from drinks purchased by men for them. Nikki was a bit more sloshed than the others. Melissa was still dancing as the evening drew to a close.

“Melll?” Nikki said walking out on the dance floor. “Me-e-elllll?”

“What, Nikki?” She said, still bopping to the beat.

“We’re leaving.”

“So soon?”

“It’s like three o’clock. If you’re staying you need to get yourself home.”

“No, okay. I’ll be right there.”

“That’s what you said at two o’clock. I’m not that drunk.”

“Fine.”

“You should be dancing,” said the voice.

“I should be dancing.”

“Dance at home.”

“That works.”

Twenty minutes later Melissa was home. She unlocked the door and danced into the living room.

“Aren’t you tired of dancing?” Laura asked, dragging herself through the doorway.

“Nope. I could go all night.”

“That dress must really get you going.”

“It thinks I should be dancing.”

“Of course it does. It looks great when you move. Good night.”

A few hours later, Melissa collapsed into bed. She was still dressed up.

She heard herself groan as she woke up. Her legs were like rubber. Mascara and lip gloss was smeared all over her pillow case. She wasn’t hung over. She was thirsty. Thinking about it, she realized she’d had nothing to drink all night.

She kicked off her heels and could almost see her feet start to swell. Standing up, she pulled the dress over her head and tossed it on the bed. Then, immediately her calves cried uncle and she sat back down on the bed. It took her several attempts before she could remain vertical long enough to take a step forward.

“Legs hurt?” Laura said, watching Melissa lumber into the living room like a slow motion zombie. Laura was drinking a bottle of water for her head.

“Ugh. I don’t know what got into me. Whenever I stopped dancing I would have this feeling I should be dancing.”

“Well, you won’t get that feeling again any time soon.”

“No. No dancing for a long time.”

The following weekend, Melissa was trying to decide on another outfit. The short skirt and the purple tube top seemed to be a good combination. Looking at them in the mirror, she thought she looked a bit desperate. But, then she heard a voice, “And the leopard print bolero.”

She put the bolero on and it softened the look of desperation, replacing it with a look of easiness. She put on the heels she bought at the shop and she agreed with a voice she thought she heard saying, “Let’s get fucked.”

Laura was out with her boyfriend Tony so Melissa had no ride. She was walking down the street when a car rolled up next to her. The passenger window came down and the guy driving said, “How much?”

She leaned into the window and saw him sporting an erection. The voice in her head said, “Suck it for free.”

“Since you started without me. Forty seems reasonable.”

“Hop in.”

She got in the car and he drove away. “Where are we going?”

“I’ll deal with that. You take care of this.” He indicated his dick.

She smiled and leaned over to get a good look.

“When we get where we’re going, I have two friends also looking for a good time.”

“Yes, more fucking,” said the voice.

Her mouth was already fully occupied so she just nodded.

He parked the car and came in her mouth shortly. She swallowed down his spunk. She sat up to discover she had no idea where they were. They were parked in front of a small bungalow style home.

He turned the engine off and got out of the car. He headed for the door to the house. When he noticed she was still getting out of the car, he approached her.

“I got four hundred dollars. That buys you for the night.”

“We’re gonna fuck.”

“We’re gonna fuck.”

“That’s the attitude.” He opened the door and there were two other guys in the living room playing a fighting game on a console.

“TAKEDOWN,” boomed a deep voice from the television.

“You lose,” one of the guys said.

The other was checking out the piece of ass following his friend into the living room. “I don’t think anyone’s losing tonight.”

“Kneel down here, girl, so we can prime your face.”

“A shame to cover it. Where’d you find her?”

“I’ll never tell.”

She knelt down and the three men surrounded her with their erections hanging over her face. She took turns sucking and stroking each of them until all three of them came on her face.

As she reached up to wipe it off, the man who hired her said, “Extra twenty if you leave it on your face.”

“It’s covering my eyes.”

“Fine, an extra fifty.”

She left it there.

One of them pulled her belt off and looped it around her arms, pinning them behind her back with her elbows in the small of her back and hands behind her neck. Two of them lifted her off the ground like she weighed nothing and she found her lower orifices being prodded by a pair of dicks. After a little rubbing the two dicks slid inside her.

Her bandeau was pulled down and the third man’s dick was rubbing her tits.

The evening played out like this with the guys changing position so each of them got a shot at each orifice or her tits. Many hours later she was trying to put the bandeau back into place in the car as the man who hired her drove her to the spot he had picked her up. It was only when he parked the car that he handed her a towel and said, “Now you can wipe your face.”

She did. He handed her a roll of money and pointed at her apartment building. “Till next time, girl.”

“We got fucked.”

“Sure thing.”

“We gonna get fucked again?”

Inside, she found Laura wearing the gray leggings from the consignment shop and not much else. She was vacuuming the living room. As Melissa entered, Laura turned off the vacuum. She turned away from Melissa and bent at the waist to pick up something on the floor. As she did this, her legs were close together and her ankles were crossed. Melissa was given a clear view of the leggings clinging to her ass and pussy. Laura had to have done that on purpose. “What are you doing?”

“Obey,” said the voice in Laura’s head.

“I’m cleaning. I just got back from seeing Tony and he told me I should cleanup when I got home.” She had not stood up.

“Fuck her.”

“I’m glad you’re finally contributing to cleaning the place.”

“Does that mean I’m a good girl?”

“Yes, you’re a good girl.”

“Good girl. Obey.”

Laura smiled and shook a little at the praise.

“Get over here,” Melissa said.

She obeyed instantly.

Melissa pulled the leggings down just enough to expose Laura’s dripping snatch. She shoved her tongue in and ate her out. Laura writhed with pleasure.

“Hold still,” Melissa commanded and the writhing stopped immediately.

Within minutes Laura was orgasming, she felt weak in the knees.

“Obey.”

She held still.

“I’ll be right back,” Melissa said. She went to the bathroom and washed her face of any residual cum. She used the toilet and got as much of the cum running down her legs off of them. When she returned to the living room, Laura was still bent over where she’d been left. Melissa sat down on the sofa and spread her legs wide. “How long are you going to stand there?”

“Obey.”

“I’m a good girl.”

“Now she can fuck you.”

“You’re a good girl,” Melissa said. “Now be an even better girl and fuck me.”

Laura jumped up and planted her face within Melissa’s thighs. Afterward, they went to Melissa’s bed and fell asleep cuddling.

Melissa woke first. She had slept in the nude and she wasn’t sure why Laura was in her bed. That had all been a dream, hadn’t it? She noticed Laura was wearing the leggings from the consignment shop. She pealed the sweaty leggings off Laura.

“What’s happening?” Laura said.

“I think you were right.”

“About what?”

“The consignment shop.”

“I told you not to wear those clothes. What happened?”

Melissa laughed. “You wore the leggings.”

“Those were from the shop? Wait. What happened last night?”

“I whored myself out to three men I’ve never met before.”

“You what?”

“I made over five hundred dollars. It must have been real.”

“I thought I was borrowing an old pair of leggings from you.”

“No, I just took them off you. They were from the shop.”

“No wonder last night made no sense. I did everything Tony told me to do. Even stuff he didn’t mean for me to literally do.” She looked around.

“What is it?”

“I was expecting to hear that voice again.”

“What did you expect it to say?”

“Obey.”

“Is that what all that good girl stuff was about.”

“I’m a good girl.” She looked aghast. “Those clothes are possessed. I don’t know why I said that.”

“Be thankful. My clothes told me to get fucked. So, I got fucked.”

“And you danced all night last weekend.”

“Yes, the dress wanted me to dance. I think the bandeau bra or the skirt wanted me to get fucked.”

“You wore that bandeau outside? Your nipples were probably on full display.”

“Nipple exposure was the tamest thing I did last night.” She opened her phone and found a new contact named Party Time. Opening it, the picture for the contact was of her get sprayed in the face by three dicks. She turned it so Laura could see. “As I said, tamest things.”

“Oh, god, Melissa. Burn those clothes.”

“I don’t want to.”

“What?”

“And you don’t either if you’re a good girl.”

“I’m a good girl. Melissa!! Why’d you make me say --”

“You’re a good girl and you’re going to finish cleaning the entire apartment.”

Laura’s mouth opened but instead of protesting she just said, “I obey.”

“She better obey.”

As Laura left, Melissa sat down and crossed her legs. The fuck me heels she had worn the night before clung to her feet. She thought she should buy a riding crop to go with the shoes. Remembering how it felt to have her arms behind her back, she wondered if the party time guys could come by later today.

It Suits Me: Chapter 22

That evening, Amy knocked on my door around sundown. She looked around the dorm room and said, “Do you have another maid-bot I don’t know about? This place is still spotless.”

“I’ve been out a lot the past few days,” I said. “And Joel was captured along with the other girls.”

“What do you mean captured?”

“They’re all missing. Joel, Libby, Laura, Ken, Buffy, Abby, Diana, Sophia, and Roxie. I don’t think I forgot anyone.”

“Ten people are missing? What are you doing about that?”

“Very little. I told the DEBs to report their missing members to the police. Roxie’s boyfriend reported her missing. I should report Joel missing but he usually goes home on weekends. I’ll have to wait before reporting him missing. I called a reporter and told her there were a bunch of kidnappings on campus. I’m hoping that will stir something up. Otherwise, I have no idea what to do. Gerald doesn’t leave the frat house without guards.”

“And if I hadn’t insisted on being a robot, I’d be missing, too.”

“Probably.”

“I was wondering where Maya was. I guess I should report her missing.”

“It can’t hurt.”

“Where’s Jessica?” She asked, changing the subject.

“Her dorm, I hope. She’s on a break from inanimate duty.”

“She did it. She became like me.”

“You are vanilla compared to her.”

“Challenge accepted.”

“Before that, I need you to blow me.”

“All you have to do is command me.”

I reached into the closet and pulled out Gene’s bodysuit.

“Who’s that?”

“A proper mole,” I said. I pulled down my pants and sat on the bed. “Blow me. But don’t swallow.”

She knelt down with a smile on her face and took my cock in hand. As she did her thing, I reinflated Gene’s bodysuit. I managed to get it mostly filled before her ministrations made it hard to regulate my breathing. When I came she just sat there. I finish blowing up Gene and said, “Take my cum from your mouth and put it into Gene’s mouth.”

She did as I said, leaving her hand pressed into the spot on the suit where the mouth would be. I pushed the inflation value back into place and pull the flap up. Gene barely reacted before he was turned into a doll.

“You can act freely, Amy.”

“What are you going to do with him?” She asked, swallowing.

“What I should have done in the first place. Instead of sending people into the Frat wearing the body suits, I should have just taken control of them and avoided suspicion. I think we went with the bodysuit plan because it was faster. I didn’t have time to issue commands, worry about forgetting to give proper commands, etc. So, I’m going to give Gene here some ironclad instructions and send him on his way.”

“So, you don’t need me for this part.”

I grinned. “No, enter robo-maid mode and clean the dorm room.”

“Of course, sir,” she said. She left my bedroom and started cleaning the kitchenette.

“Gene,” I said. “How are you feeling? You may speak softly.”

“You fucker. What have you done to me?”

“Nothing harmful if you cooperate. When did you become Tina’s pet?”

“That’s none of your business.”

“I could shrink you, too. I think.”

“I don’t think you have a pussy.”

“You wouldn’t be limited to Tina’s pussy. Assuming you could find a different girl who would put up with an eight-inch boyfriend.”

He did not make a snappy retort.

“Let’s move on from that. I’m going to issue some instructions. And then I’m going to let you go.”

“Why would you do that?”

“Because I’m not a prick who wants to cause a bunch of college students to flunk their classes over who is on the Greek Council. Do you like being used as a pawn by Gerald?”

“Gerald’s my bro.”

“Really? You and Gerald are tight? He would do anything for you if you asked?”

“Gerald will be important eventually.”

“And for that he can pretend to be your friend and you just take it? Tina’s not the only person who’s using you. Don’t respond.

“When you next leave my dorm, you are to follow these instructions in addition to any instructions I give you at that time. You are to forget being captured by me the second time. If anyone asks where you’ve been, you’ve been with Tina all this time. You are to go about your business as normal. You are to find out where Gerald is keeping the people who were wearing the bodysuits without making anyone aware that you are interested in finding out. You will send me a text about whatever you find out but only if no one is watching you. As soon as you send the text, delete it from your phone. If I send a text, answer any questions and delete both my text and your response text. All of these instructions apply whether you are a doll or human. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Get dressed.”

He put on his clothes and waited. “Okay, turn into a human. Go back to your frat house. You think you are leaving Tina’s dorm room. You will not notice that your are leaving this dormitory. Don’t get caught searching for the sorority girls.”

Gene turned and left without a word.

* * *

Wednesday, I received a text from Gene: Girls are shrunk. Held in cages in basement.

I sent back: What about Ken and Joel.

Gene replied: Tina probably has them.

I should have checked that cage. I went to pay a visit on Tina. I had not planned what I would say. Still, I knocked.

She opened the door and said, “Barry. I bet we have a lot to talk about. Come in. Have a seat.” She gestured toward her desk chair. She sat on her bed.

“You know who I am?”

“You know who I am.”

“True.”

“You’re probably here for your roommate. I’m not sure he wants to leave.”

“Actually, I want to know what Gerald is paying you.”

“Nothing really. I shrank his stupid girls and I get to keep the boys. Win-win.”

“So, you have Joel and Ken.”

“Among others, yes.”

“Such as?”

“Gerald gave me Danny Pruette, too.”

“And you just keep them in that cage there,” I said, indicating the cage I had noticed during my last visit.

“No, I don’t keep them in that cage. That’s a special cage.” She picked it up and spun it around. There was a naked woman in the cage. “Say hello to Barry, Izzy.”

“Who’s Izzy?”

“My roommate. Isn’t she cute?” Tina seemed to consider her doll-sized roommate for a moment and then put the cage back. She turned and smiled at me with a wide-eyed grin, the roommate probably forgotten.

My skin crawled. I tried to play along. “I should have thought of that for Joel.”

She looked at me funny. “No, you’re too nice for that. Have you fucked that Jessica girl, yet?”

“Yes.”

“So, she’s yours now.”

“I suppose. Hadn’t really thought about it.”

“You are like me. That’s wonderful. We should fuck.”

“Just like that?”

“Well, no, there’s foreplay, of course. Kiss me.”

I had kissed her before. I was wearing Gene at the time so my kiss did nothing to her. What will happen now? Fortune favors the bold. I stood up. She stepped right in front of me, her body touching mine. Her breath was warm, unlike her cold-blooded personality.

“You want to kiss a guy you just met?”

“I want to kiss every guy.” She grabbed the sides of my head and we kissed. I heard her laughing as I started to shrink. The laughter cut off suddenly. I guess both our powers worked. It took a moment to get out of my clothes, heavy as they were with my reduced size. When I could see her again she was slowly deflating. Her body was still upright but her legs were starting to buckle under the weight of her clothes.

I fished around in my clothes for my phone. With effort, I managed to get it to turn on and call Jessica. I told her where I was by shouting into the phone’s microphone. She said she would be here as soon as she could get here.

That was when I looked at the door to the room. It was locked. I needed help from my fellow Lilliputians. Izzy was on a shelf five stories too high for me to deal with. Hopefully the boys were not so high up. I checked under the bed: dusty, but no cages. There was a wardrobe. The door hung a few inches off the ground. I was able to use my entire body to swing the door open. A cage sat on the floor of the wardrobe.

“Guys, you there?” I said.

There was a rattling noise and stepping out of the darkness of the wardrobe’s interior was Joel.

“She got you too?”

“We got each other. Are Ken and Danny with you?”

“Who’s there?” Ken said from deep in the wardrobe.

“Yeah, he’s here. It’s Barry. He’s been shrunk.”

“Where’s the door to your cage?”

“Up top. Think you can climb up?”

“Hang on.”

The cage was easy to climb. I could see that from within the cage, it might be easy to climb up and across the top. Hanging under the door would make it hard to release the latch. On the outside, the top was a treacherous set of twisted metal tight ropes leading to the central door. It did not take long to reach the door. The problem was even if I could pull the latch up, holding the latch would mean I could not lift the door open.

Joel, Ken, and Danny climbed up and were hanging from the roof of the cage next to the door.

I walked back to the edge and climbed down.

“What are you doing?”

“Grabbing that sock. Get over to the side and help me get the sock on top of the cage.”

With a little ingenuity, and a few abject failures, we managed to get a sock from the bottom of the wardrobe to the top of the cage. They climbed across the roof of the cage like it was a jungle gym.

“When I pull the latch back, try to get the sock under the latch.”

“Sure,” Ken said. “Easy peasy.”

Once again, it took a few failed attempts to get the sock between the latch and the top of the cage. I got to the other side of the door.

“I’ll try to lift the door up while you try to pull yourselves up and on to the roof.” Joel tried first but I had very little leverage to reduce the weight of the door from holding him back. He dropped to the floor of the cage. Ken also failed and let out a yelp when he landed.

“You okay?” Joel said.

“I think I sprained my ankle.”

“Can you climb?”

“Probably.”

“Maybe if you all try to climb out together, you’ll be strong enough together to get the door off your backs.” I said.

Joel helped Ken hobble over to the side of the cage and they climbed up again. When they reached the door, Joel said, “How about we just lift the door and maybe that will give you enough momentum to pull the door open?”

“Worth a shot,” I said.

They hooked an elbow on the cage roof and used their other arm to try to lift the door. I pulled on the door from the opposite side. The door started to rise and I managed to pull it fully upright. I started walking backward to bring the door down to the top of the cage while they scrambled to get onto the roof of the cage. Joel then Danny got up on to the roof of the cage and lent Ken a hand. As the door started moving the other way, it started to get very heavy and I stumbled, my foot dropping through the mesh of the cage. The door landed on me and I was pinned down.

“A little help.”

“Coming.”

Joel and Danny walked around the opening and Ken crawled behind them. They managed to lift the door off me enough that I could get out from under it. We climbed down the outside of the cage. Soon, the four of us were out of the wardrobe trying to catch our breath.

“Is that Tina?” Danny said, pointing to the pile of clothes near the desk.

“Yep. Jessica is on her way. But the door to the room is locked. We need to find some way to get it open.”

“Why don’t we just find Tina’s key and push it under the door when Jessica gets here?” Ken said.

“Good idea. But the key is probably on a keychain and I doubt the keychain will fit under the door.”

“We can check.”

“Assuming the key isn’t in her purse,” Joel said, pointing to the purse on the desk.

“We only need to get up to the door and turn the lock. We don’t need to actually open the door,” I said. “Maybe we can roll the chair to the door?”

Before we could do that we had to drag all the clothes, mine and Tina’s, out of the way. Then, we had to get the chair in motion. That took a lot of effort. But, once it was moving, it wanted to keep moving. Joel got run over by the chair.

I boosted Joel, Danny, and Ken up and Joel and Danny boosted Ken up to the lock and they managed to turn the lock. A loud thump against the door shocked us all.

“Barry?” Jessica said from the other side of the door.

“Come in,” I screamed.

She knocked again. I ran to my phone and sent a text that the door was open. A few seconds passed and then the knob turned and Jessica sent the chair flying. Joel, Danny, and Ken were also sent flying.

“Oh, my god, you guys are so cute.”

Sandra stepped in behind her. “Oh, can we keep them like this?” She picked up Danny.

“Close the door,” I shouted. “And don’t joke. Tina is batty. Her roommate is in the cage on the shelf over there.

Sandra closed the door. Jessica picked up the bodysuit. “This is Tina?”

“Yes. Inflate her but don’t activate her.”

“I’m not afraid of her. She can’t affect me,” Jessica said.

“That’s true. I was wondering if I could do the cum in the mouth trick against her. Could I produce enough volume at this point for it to affect her?”

“What’s the plan? I strong arm her into putting you back to your normal size?”

Sandra picked up the cage on the shelf. “Are you okay?”

The girl in the cage did not reply at first. She was obviously frightened. “Tina’s going to be mad. Tina’s going to be mad. Please leave. I didn’t ask them to talk to me, Tina. I didn’t. I was good.”

Sandra tried to calm the girl down. But, it did not help and soon Izzy was silently sobbing in the corner of her cage. Sandra put the cage down.

“Your call, Jess.”

Jessica closed the valve. Sandra got behind Tina and grabbed her arms. Jessica revived Tina.

“What just happened?” Tina said. “Who are you? Get out of my room.”

“Not until Barry is normal sized. Danny, Ken, and Joel, too.”

“What? Who do you think you are?” She grabbed Jessica and kissed her.

“Why did you have to go and do that?” Jessica said.

Sandra twisted Tina’s arm.

“Why didn’t that work? You should be shrinking.”

“Well, I’m not. Now restore Barry.”

“Why didn’t that work?” Tina said again, louder.

“Pick me up. She has to kiss me.”

“He’s right,” Tina said.

Jessica picked me up and put me in front of Tina. Tina kissed me and I started growing. Sandra’s grip on her body tightened unnaturally as Tina started to deflate again. I laughed.

“I guess even tiny-sized, your kisses work.”

Once I was normal sized, I started to gather my clothes and get dressed. “We should not stay here.”

“What about us?” Ken called from the floor.

“We’ll carry you and Tina back to my room. We should probably take Izzy as well. We can’t take the cage and I don’t want to risk letting her out given the state of her mind.”

“Turn her into a bodysuit,” Joel said. “We can work on getting back to normal once you have Tina under your control.”

“That will be one small bodysuit.”

Ted's Dolls 29: Maddy

If you haven't read any of the Ted's Dolls stories before, you should start with the first one Ted's Dolls 1: Jane before reading this one.

“What the fuck is that?”

“That’s a penis, Jocelyn,” Wendy said, laughing.

“I know that. I meant the whole thing. Why would you bring one of those horrid dolls to my room?”

“The girls and I were thinking you needed to relax more.”

“So, of course, you rented a fuck toy for me because you know how much I love them.”

“Well, no. But, Maddy swears by them. And looking at that cock, I might give it a try too.”

“Perfect. You can take this one back to your dorm room and have at it.”

“No, you should…”

“Finish that sentence and I will never speak to you again.”

“Fine,” Wendy slammed her fists against the table and stood up. “Be the prim, proper, and fuckless ice queen everyone thinks you are,” She grabbed the doll. “This is college, Jocelyn. Not a convent. You should be having fun. Not acting like a fucking prude. I thought you shitting on people having fun with sex dolls was performance art for being the women’s club president. I guess I was wrong. People fuck, Jocelyn. Just because one of the people is a plastic doll doesn’t change the fact that ultimately you are saying you’re against two people fucking and enjoying it.”

“It’s demeaning.”

“Demeaning to whom? Who died and made you the savior of these poor, demeaned people who are having fun fucking? They don’t need you to save them. They don’t want you to save them.” The door to the room slammed as she left.

* * *

Jocelyn was alone in the cafeteria when Maddy sat down beside her. “I’m sorry.”

“What did you do?”

“I may have pushed Wendy a little hard to rent you a doll.”

“That was your idea?”

“Don’t give me any lectures. You are capable of being open-minded. I know you are. Would it have killed you to just try the doll?”

“There are no reports of the dolls being toxic so I suppose I would not have died.”

“Har har.”

“There was no way I was doing anything with that doll. I had no idea who it was or what they would do with the information that the infamous, doll-hating Jocelyn Meyers was using one of those dolls.”

“So, you didn’t do it because it might have damaged your narrow-minded, anti-sex reputation. Am I getting this right?”

“Well, like that it sounds stupid.”

“Because it is stupid. The loser guys who might have given you a little ribbing already mean nothing to you. Besides, did you think we hadn’t thought about that?”

“You did?”

“Yes. I can assure you. The doll last night wouldn’t have told a soul. Even Ted would not have found out.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“It was me. You... You...” she shook as she spoke. “I was the doll in your room last night.”

“You? Why?”

“You know why.”

“I don’t swing that way, Maddy. I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault. But, I figured I could get a taste of you as your doll,” Maddy stood up.

“Maddy.”

“And you wouldn’t have known if you had just…” Maddy turned and walked away.

Jocelyn was about to stand up when a hand on her shoulder convinced her to remain seated. “Let her go. I told her it was a bad idea.” Wendy sat down at the table.

“You knew?”

“Of course. How do you think the doll got to your room? And I’m sorry I unloaded on you last night. I just knew what last night meant to Maddy.”

“I probably deserved it now that I know. But, she has to understand. I just don’t see her that way.”

“Yes, I tried to convince her that turning herself into one of those dolls was probably not going to be a successful way to spend an evening with you.”

“But, she tried anyway out of some desperate hope.”

“Exactly. She originally wanted to do it on your birthday two days from now.”

“That would have been worse,” Jocelyn said. “Did you…?”

“I won’t kiss and tell. But, that fake cock was very enticing.”

Jocelyn did not comment.

“You... are blushing.”

“What?”

“You’re blushing. You wanted to try out that big, thick doll cock.”

“Keep your voice down.”

“Sorry.” Her volume dropped to a whisper. “Wouldn’t want anyone overhearing that Jocelyn ‘Ice Queen’ Meyers likes big, thick doll cocks.”

“Wendy!” She hissed.

Wendy laughed. “You’re so cute when you’re mad.”

“Please, not you, too.”

“Oh, no, I prefer big, thick dicks, dolled or undolled.”

* * *

Jocelyn did not see Maddy again that day or the next. Wednesday, it was her birthday and she really wanted to spend the day with Wendy and Maddy. She caught up to Wendy after classes ended for the day when she knocked on Wendy’s dorm room door.

“Happy Birthday, Ice Queen.”

“Did you have to say it like that?”

“No. Happy Birthday. How’s your day been?”

“Rotten. Maddy’s avoiding me.”

“Yeah, she didn’t think about what it would feel like to be rejected by you so vehemently. You had no idea you were rejecting her, so don’t blame yourself.”

“I know I shouldn’t. But, I do. I wish I could make it up to her.”

“Not sure how you could do that short of accepting her advances.”

“I know.” Jocelyn said. “Some twentieth birthday.”

Wendy smiled, “Or, we could get you a gag gift for your birthday?”

“Like what?”

“I dunno. I heard in the cafeteria on Monday that you like big, thick cocks.”

“Wendy…”

“Where could we get you a big, thick cock on short notice?” Wendy said with a sweet smile.

“Fine.”

“What?”

“I said, ‘Fine.’”

“Fine? Meaning I should bring Maddy to Ted and have him doll her?”

“Yes. I owe her.”

“I’ll meet you in your dorm room as soon as I can.”

A couple hours passed before Wendy knocked on the door to Jocelyn’s dorm room. When she got inside, she put a large sack down on Jocelyn’s bed. “See you tomorrow.”

* * *

The doll was so excited. It had taken Renter over an hour to convince the woman to be a doll. But, now that it was a doll, it could not wait to be used. The time spent in the sack seemed to last forever. Renter and the other woman, the woman the doll wanted to be Owner, talked briefly and the door closed. Doll would be out of the bag soon.

Or so Doll thought. Doll was still in the bag. What was taking Should-be Owner so long?

Finally, light shown onto Doll’s face and Should-be Owner was removing Doll from the bag.

“You have Maddy’s face this time. And boobs,” Should-be Owner said. She was naked. Just like Doll was.

Doll could see a tumbler with a brownish liquid in it on Should-be Owner’s desk. But, Doll did not see that as significant.

Should-be Owner was rubbing Doll’s cock with lubricant. Doll enjoyed the hand job. Doll wanted to be in Should-be Owner’s vagina.

“This cock is enormous. Sorry, Maddy. I need to get warmed up to put that thing inside me.”

Doll did not mind watching Should-be Owner masturbating. Doll was always turned on.

Should-be Owner laid Doll down on the bed and squatted over it. Doll’s cock pushed against Should-be Owner’s pussy and slowly entered it. Doll was so excited it blissed out the first time Should-be Owner’s ass smacked down against Doll’s crotch.

* * *

Jocelyn found it a bit hard to lift herself off the doll’s immense cock. She could not believe she had been able to get that whole thing inside her. She rolled off to the side and got up to sit down at her desk where she poured the remaining contents of the tumbler down her throat.

She noticed a piece of paper sticking out of the sack the doll had arrived in. It was care instructions for the doll before returning it. She was amused that they mostly involved removing semen from the dolls’ orifices. They was a part crossed out and writing in pen next to it read, “Doll will turn back to human around six in the morning.”

Did she want to be greeted by Maddy in the morning? She had not spoken with Maddy since Monday when Maddy ran off and that felt wrong to her. She looked at the doll with Maddy’s face and a huge erect cock. Was this so wrong? Maddy wanted to be a doll. Without being a doll, Maddy could not spend the evening like this with the woman she was in love with. Did she want to do this again with Maddy?

* * *

Maddy woke up wrapped in Jocelyn’s arms. Jocelyn had fallen asleep spooning up against the doll. Maddy wanted to squeal in delight but managed to maintain her composure.  She just lied there wishing Jocelyn’s embrace could last forever.

“You awake?” Jocelyn said a few minutes later.

“Do you want me to leave?”

“I wouldn’t still be holding you if I did.”

“Eeeee!”

“Don’t get too excited. Roll over.”

They faced one another.

“Were you drinking last night?” Maddy said.

“I was.” She pointed to a half-empty bottle on her desk. “I don’t know if I can deal with us as a couple.”

“I wouldn’t have expected you to change in a single night, especially if you start drinking because of me.”

“I doubt a hundred nights would help.”

“Was it so bad?”

“It was great,” Jocelyn said. “For what it was. I’ve never pictured myself with a partner with breasts. And I don’t think I would want to be reliant on Ted or other toys in order for us to have sex.”

“Those are problems for tomorrow,” Maddy said, taking Jocelyn’s hand in hers. “For today, can’t we try?”

Jocelyn sighed. “I suppose so.”

Maddy kissed her and after her initial shock wore off, Jocelyn reciprocated.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” Maddy said. “Happy Belated Birthday.”

* * *

Maddy entered Ted’s room. “You aren’t on the schedule.”

“I’m here for the same doll treatment as last time.” She held the door open. “Come in here.”

Jocelyn entered the room. She blanched when she saw two naked female dolls sitting on the sofa.

“Are you taking the doll to her Renter?”

“No. I am the Renter.”

“I see.”

Maddy gave Jocelyn a kiss before grabbing a crate and heading into the bathroom.

“I should probably apologize.”

“I have no idea why you should do that, woman I’ve never been introduced to before.”

“You are as charming as I’ve heard.”

“Tell me who calls me charming.”

“Apparently I do. Thank you for not making a big deal out of this.”

“Again, I have no idea what you mean, Ms Meyers.”

“Well, you see,…”

“Wendy told me everything.”

“She did?”

There was a knock on the bathroom door. Ted went to the door and said, “Ready? 3… 2… 1…”

“Is that all it takes?”

“After months and months of practice, yes,” Ted said. “Where were we? Oh. Yes, I’ve seen Maddy follow you around like a puppy. I asked Wendy who wanted to rent Maddy as a guy doll. The rest came to light over time.”

She extended her hand, “Jocelyn Meyers.”

“The devil.” He said taking her hand. After she laughed, he said. “Ted Ionescu. Pleased to meet you, Jocelyn.”

“And you are gracious.”

“You still were shocked to see these dolls.”

“I can’t imagine wanting to sit in some guys dorm room naked until some other guy, or gal, comes along to take you to their room and have sex with you.”

“People come back for more. There must be an upside you could explore yourself.”

“Pass. I also wasn’t expecting an audience when I came here.”

“I hope that won’t be a problem in the future, assuming you do this again. There’s always dolls lurking in my room.” His eyes glanced at a porcelain doll near his bed.

“That’s a person, too?”

“I don’t just make sex dolls.”

“This isn’t as tawdry as I thought it would be.”

“Sorry to disappoint you.”

He picked up a sack from the pile and opened the door to the bathroom. He efficiently folded the doll in half and put it into the sack in one motion.

“Perhaps you’ll play the doll for Maddy someday. She probably wouldn’t want you to have a cock.”

“Probably not. Not sure I’m ready for that.”

He handed her the sack. “There’s always next semester.”

* * *

Sentinel Opinion Page – December 5, 2023 edition

I retract all my previous statements regarding the sex dolls on campus.

Jocelyn Meyers

It Suits Me: Chapter 21

I woke to an earthquake. The basket was moving. She was saying, “… Not touching you till you’re clean.” She dumped the basket into the bathroom sink. The sink had warm, soapy water in it and I immediately started bathing. She used her pinky to scrub my back and spank my tiny ass.

“Hey,” I shouted.

She just giggled. After a moment she opened the drain and I had to dance away from it to avoid getting pulled into it. When most of the water was out, she turned the faucet on. A deluge of water knocked me on my ass. It came out like a fire hose. She plucked me out of the water and laid me down on a hand cloth. I wrapped myself in the towel trying to pat myself dry.

She picked me up. “It’s too bad I can’t leave you like this.” She lifted me to her lips and kissed my whole face. She set me down on the edge of the sink and I started growing taller.

She left the room and was getting dressed when I was tall enough to walk out of the bathroom. “That was…”

“What are you doing?” She said. “No talking. Just get dressed and get out of here or I’ll shrink you and put you in that cage.” There was a small cage on a shelf over her bed. Was something moving inside it?

I scanned Gene’s memories and realized it was only he who thought she was his girlfriend. The body I was inhabiting was so turned on by the dressing down Tina had given me. It wanted to be in the cage. I quickly got dressed and left.

I had to come back some time and find out about that cage. Or did I? It was not my business. Why did I feel like I had to get involved? If someone was in there it could have been consensual. Could. Like Amy. I had other problems to deal with first. And I could not see Tina’s power being much use to my problems.

I was not far from Tina’s dormitory when I ran into two frat brothers walking together. “Gene,” one called out.

“Hey, Bill, Howie, how’s it going?” I said.

“What are you doing out here alone?”

“I spent the night at Tina’s.”

“Gerald told you to stop that.”

“It’s none of his business who I see,” I said. Bill was one of the guys we captured. Maya was wearing him yesterday. I could not tell if she still was.

“No, it isn’t but with the problems with that Barry guy, I wouldn’t want to be on Gerald’s bad side.”

“Yeah, they catch anyone else last night?”

“Yeah, me,” Bill said. “Some chick was walking around as me yesterday. When I find that Barry guy I’m gonna hurt him.”

“You and me both.”

“Yeah, they figured you got caught like second, right?”

“I guess. Gerald was very tight-lipped about what happened to me.”

“He’s tight-lipped about everything.”

“Were you caught, Howie?”

“No, I haven’t been a sock. I’ve had to blow one of you guys up. Totally crazy.”

“We have to get to class. You better find someone to buddy up with.”

“I will.”

As they walked away, a thought occurred to me. I called the school security office from Gene’s phone.

“Security. Patrick speaking, how can I help you?”

“I was over by the XPE house and I heard a woman’s voice coming from the basement screaming ‘let me go’. I didn’t want to get involved but I thought you might want to look into it.”

“We will. Thanks for your call. Can I get your name?”

“Uh, no.” And I hung up. I walked over to Fraternity Row to see if anything happened. After an hour I guessed security was not going to show up. I found a place to change and got out of the Gerald suit.

I went over to the Delta Epsilon Beta sorority house. I did not know the person who answered the door. “Have you seen Diana lately? Or Sophia?”

“Who are you?”

“Barry. I think they’re in trouble. Libby, Laura, and Buffy, too.”

“Come in.” She led me inside and a few other girls were hanging out in the living room.

“Has anyone seen Diana, Sophia, Libby, Laura, or Buffy today?” I said.

There was a murmured collection of ‘No’s.

“I think they were kidnapped. Try calling their phones.”

The group all tried calling the five sisters. All the calls went directly to voice mail. “What should we do?”

“Maybe go to the police and file a missing persons report. They might take it seriously since they all went missing at once.”

“Have they been missing long enough?”

“Probably not. But maybe they police can look into it since they all missed classes today and no one knows where they are.”

I managed to convince a few of them to act and accompanied them to the police station. I did not go in with them. I went back to Fraternity Row and just observed. I felt helpless. There was no way the police would do anything today. Probably not tomorrow either. I was out of ideas. Would I have to just wait?

* * *

I went back to my room around sunset. When I saw the chrome sex toy on my desk I realized I had left Jessica as a toy for more than a day. I opened the mouth end.

“Sorry about that.”

“Sorry about what?” She said. “Give me that cock.”

“It’s Wednesday night. You’ve been a toy for over a day.”

“Okay.” She shaped her mouth into an O.

I was getting hard. After she sucked me off, I said, “Jessica, turn back to normal.”

The toy started growing. Its coloring became more flesh like and soon Jessica was standing in front of me.

“Where are my clothes?” She said. They were in a pile on my bed where they ended up when she became the sex toy. She started getting dressed. “That was fun. Wait a minute. It’s Wednesday night? I missed a whole day?”

“I told you that.”

“It didn’t mean anything when I was a toy. I’ll have to get the notes from someone for the classes I missed.” She put her arms around me and was going to kiss me when she said, “I’m still a doll right?”

I kissed her and she kissed me. “Yes.”

“Why did I wait so long to be a doll?”

“Probably the whole sex toy for a day and half thing.”

She just smiled. “I should get back to my room and see about getting notes from my friends. I look human right?”

“Almost completely. Any compulsions you want laid on you.”

“No. I think I can study on my own without a command.”

“Unlike Amy.”

“I didn’t say that.” She left.

I unpacked my book bag and inside was Gene and his clothes. I felt bad about it afterward as I hung him up in my closet. As much as I wanted to say this was a war, none of us were soldiers.

* * *

On Monday, I hung around the frat houses all morning. Gerald left the building around eleven, probably for an eleven-thirty class. He was accompanied by three other frat brothers. Good to see I was not the only paranoid person here. I debated following him or trying to get into the house. The odds that he had the kidnapped girls in the frat house was low. I followed him and his brothers to their class. As luck would have it, only Gerald was attending the class. His goons left him there to go to other classes.

I waited outside the classroom at a distance. Before class ended, one of the XPE brothers arrived and waited outside the classroom door. His name was Marc, I think. There was not enough time for me to try to take him out. Class ended and Gerald and Marc walked back toward Fraternity Row. I stopped following them around Roxie’s apartment when her boyfriend got my attention.

“Have you seen Roxie?” Steve said.

“Not since Tuesday,” I said. That was two days ago.

“Me neither. I’m worried sick. All of her stuff is here. She just vanished.”

Should I bring him into this? I wondered. “Did she ever talk to you about Diana’s problems?”

“With Gerald? Yeah. Stupid shit. Hate all that Greek stuff.”

“I think Roxie got swept up into that stupid shit.”

“What happened?”

I told him what I knew about her, Diana, and Sophia getting kidnapped.

“I knew that crap you do would get her in trouble. I just thought she’d get turned into a sexdoll forever. Not kidnapped.”

“I suggest you file a missing persons report. Just don’t mention me or the Greeks. The existence of the report should raise some eyebrows. The DEBs also filed reports. A bunch of kidnappings on campus should raise some red flags.”

“I was thinking about doing that. I just didn’t want her to turn up suddenly and look foolish. I’ll head there right now. I got a gig I have to get to tonight.”

“I’ll get out of your way.”

“Thanks for letting me know what happened even if I can’t tell anyone.”

“No problem.”

As I was walking out of his apartment it occurred to me that people needed to know about the kidnappings for it to bring about change. I looked up a number on my phone and called the number.

“Thank you for calling The Daily Tribune. If you know the number of your party’s extension you can dial it now…” I waited for the menu to finish so I could get to an operator. I asked the person who answered to put me through to a reporter who works around the college part of town. Soon, I was speaking to someone else.

“Maddie Petrucci, who’s this?”

“I’m a student at TFU and I thought you might be interested to know there’s been a rash of unsolved missing persons reports at the local police precinct.”

“What do you know about the missing persons?”

“Many of them are sorority girls from the Delta Epsilon Beta sorority. Though not all of them are sorority members.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

“The police don’t seem to be acting on the reports. Or if they are, they aren’t doing it very visibly.”

“Are these missing girls your friends?”

“Some of them. I’m unable to find 8 friends since Tuesday or Wednesday.”

“Eight? Way to bury the lead. Let me give you my number in case you have any additional information.”

“One more thing. I suspect the issue has something to do with the Kappa Xi Epsilon fraternity.”

“How much are you leaving out?”

“More than you probably think.”

After getting her number, she asked for my number but I hung up.

I spent the rest of the afternoon watching Fraternity Row for any activity. I noticed a man walking into the KXE fraternity house. He was definitely not a student – maybe a professor I did not know. He left about a half hour later. I followed him when he left.

He was Edwin Pritcher, Ph. D., a professor of international business according to the door to his office. I pulled up the school website and discovered he was the faculty advisor for the KXE fraternity. That he was part of the business school meant I might have reason to talk to him since I was a business major. But, the way I was thinking about meeting him was less than savory.

I had to chance it. When he left his office, I would turn him into a body suit. I had to know what he knew about Gerald’s plans. As I contemplated this, the door to his office opened and he looked up and down the hallway. Then he walked directly to where I was standing, just around a corner from his office.

“Mr. Green? Please, come to my office.”

“Recently receive a call from Gerald?”

“Yes. I did. He told me a fanciful story. I can’t wait to hear your even more fanciful story.”

He kept his distance from me and indicated I should close the door before I sat down across from his desk. His office was very tidy. There was a small stack of trade journals on a corner of his desk. Otherwise, all the books were on shelves. There were no papers in sight though he did have a briefcase standing behind his desk.

“Please sit. You are the transformer, right?”

“The what?”

“Oh, dear. Ever locked in battle with the observer and doesn’t even know it. I know you’ve met the hypnotist. Have you met any of the others?”

“The shrinker?”

“Really? I didn’t know the shrinker was in play. I’ll ask you more about that one later. But, it does seem I need to go first. What do you remember about Thymes-Fawler University’s origins from your freshmen orientation?”

“Not much. Founded in like 1705.”

“1704, close. And what do you know about Mr. Thymes and Mr. Fawler?”

“Just their names. Horace and, um, Archibald.”

“Good, good. Most people don’t remember their first names. In any case, our dear founders were sorcerers. Much like you, Mr. Avignon, Ms Vasquez, and most likely the person who shrinks people are sorcerers. Is the shrinker a man or a woman?” He leaned forward as if being closer to me would allow him to learn the answer that much faster.

“A woman.”

“And you haven’t met any of the others?”

“I don’t know what others there might be.”

“Right. I get ahead of myself,” he said settling back in his chair again. “Horace was a hypnotist and Archibald was an observer. That combination of abilities is most potent as you can imagine. The observer finds people of interest and the hypnotist takes them under their sway. An alliance like that can be an unstoppable force with just a little ambition.”

“And that’s why Gerald wanted Maria on the council.”

“No, that’s why Gerald wanted Maria indebted to him for getting her on the council. Gerald is a man of great ambition. Maria also was ambitious. Together they would have done many great and many terrible things. But, you’ve managed to take Maria off the board. Probably for the best.”

“You think it was good that I broke up Gerald and Maria?”

“Absolutely. I just went to visit Gerald, as I guess you know since you followed me here.”

“You only know that because Gerald told you.”

“Yes, he observed your movement.”

“The creepy fuck.”

“You turn people into sex objects. Try not to cast too many aspersions.”

“Most of them ask me to.”

“Yes, most do. Great how that works, right? I know first hand. I’m a transformer as well. You have also transformed people without permission. But, again, I get ahead of myself. When the founders created the university they bound great forces into the fabric of the campus. The campus attracts people with sorcery potential and unlocks it. Usually sorcerers would have paltry gifts in the wild. But, here on campus, they usually end up claiming one of the seven major archetypes: the observer, the hypnotist, the empath, the lover, the brawler, the artist, and the transformer. The shrinker is a minor archetype that occurs far more rarely than the major seven. Minor archetypes tend to have narrower powers that are subsets of the major seven. A shrinker is a transformer limited to size control, for example. All seven almost never appear on campus at the same time and some of them, such as the artist and the transformer are more rare than the others. The observer seems to be the most common, followed by the hypnotist. Perhaps because those templates derive directly from the founders.”

“This university breeds sorcerers and unleashes them on the world?”

“Well, when you leave campus, your powers will be greatly diminished unless you find a home on a ley line that will feed you power. This campus is an intersection of five of the world’s ley lines. Magic is very potent here.”

“Why isn’t there more chaos?”

“Because there’s sex. Most sorcerers love sex and turn their abilities toward maximizing their pleasure. There’s an almost hedonistic tendency among sorcerers. According to Gerald, you have fully embraced this aspect of sorcery.”

“He’s been watching me a lot, apparently.”

“It’s what observers do. Though, usually they do it to get off on it. Not Gerald. Gerald is too serious. He should have been a brawler or a hypnotist. He craves power. I’ve told him his interference with Delta Epsilon Beta was an overreach. But, even I did not realize he was poking a bear. From his observations, there were no rivals of power standing in his way. And then he put you and Maria at odds. I guess he expected you to fall for her charms and she would take you off the board. Instead you removed his ally. And then he pushed against you harder and we are where we are now.”

“What did you tell him today?”

“To deescalate. To give up. He didn’t get Maria into the seat of power he wanted and he didn’t get Diana to join him. He should cut his loses, regroup, come up with a new strategy, and move forward with a different plan. He dismissed me and then tried to threaten me with blackmail. Foolish child.” As he said that he seemed to be addressing the room instead of talking to me.

“He’s listening now?”

“Always assume he is listening. But, yeah, he knew I was going to go find you so it’s safe to assume he’s listening right now.”

“Did he tell you about kidnapping a bunch of people?”

Mr. Pritcher groaned. “No.”

“Ask around. Diana hasn’t been seen on campus since Tuesday. And she’s just one of seven or eight missing persons.”

“As I said, he’s a foolish child.”

“I bet saying that makes him mad.”

“Livid. And I should be better because he does stupid things when he’s mad.”

“If he promised to let them go and stop interfering in their lives, and my life, I’d stop interfering in his.”

“Did you hear that, Gerald?”

The phone on the professor’s desk rang. He pressed the speaker button. Gerald’s voice came out of the speakers, “I don’t believe him.”

“And I’m sure he won’t believe your promise to leave him alone either. But, if you both say it, and you both refrain from doing anything overt, it’s as good as you both being true to your words, isn’t it?”

“And it’s not like he hasn’t done any kidnapping.”

“I don’t have any living bodies in my possession.”

“That’s splitting hairs, isn’t it, Mr. Green?” Mr. Pritcher said.

“And I know he doesn’t actually have Diana in his possession. She’s in a clothing store on Eighth Ave.”

“Why didn’t you rescue her?” Gerald said.

“Because most likely she finds being a mannequin in a shop window pleasurable. So, as long as she’s there, she’s basically safe.”

“Damned sex freaks,” Gerald said.

“People like sex, Mr. Avignon. I’ve told you this many times before. Now, will you release the people you have in your possession and return any of them that are not human to Mr. Green so he may restore their humanity? Will you promise not to interfere with Mr. Green and his harem as long as he does not interfere with you and your fraternity brothers?”

“No. I am giving up far more than he is.”

“I can’t protect you from kidnapping charges.”

“I don’t care. I don’t need you any more,” Gerald said. “I’ve asked Dr. Berringerto be our faculty advisor. He was very happy to do so after I explained a few things to him.”

“You’re blackmailing him.”

“I never threatened him at all. Now, since you are no longer my advisor, and you are not one of my professors, I’ll be hanging up now. I’ll give you one concession Barry. I’ll leave Diana where she is as long you leave her there too.”

“And what about the others?”

“What about them? They came at me. They failed. They paid the price. Walk away, Barry. This was never your fight.” He hung up.

“He’s crazy.”

“You may be right, Mr. Green.”

“Speaking of kidnapping,” I said, “What happens if the police get involved?”

“The university would prefer they didn’t, of course. But don’t worry about the police discovering magic, they already know that secret about TFU.”

“And the local newspapers?”

“They know to be discrete when it comes to magic, too.”

“Can you talk Dr. Berringer?”

“No. We don’t get along. Saul, Dr. Berringer, is an observer and he was my nemesis when were students twenty or so years ago. We have settled into a working relationship where we don’t interact.”

“Could he be listening now?”

“If he is, he’s broken our accord,” Edwin said, looking up.

Ted's Dolls Poll Results and Stuff

So, the poll closed on Sunday and the results were interesting in how spread out they were. Every topic had at least one vote. The winning choices was for a detractor. Conveniently, Ted's Dolls 29, scheduled for next Monday, is about one of those detractors. I wrote it the first week of the poll. It also ticks the "someone completely new" box. I think I should have made the poll multiple answers allowed.

Thanks to those of you who participated.

Coming soon are a few multipart stories named One Wish and Five Minute Girl. They are novellas and will occupy the Monday release slot, perhaps coming out alternating week with the occasional short story mixed in. I literally finished editing a short story called Mannequin Reality that I started writing yesterday. It will probably be released the week after TD29 comes out next Monday. TD30: Paris would then follow the week after that as the TD series seems to be settling into an every other week release schedule.

Only five more chapters are left in It Suits Me. When it finishes, the Saturday release slot will be taken over by, yet another novel length story named The Truth. More details in six weeks when it  debuts. A fourth novel length story far less finished is also waiting in the wings.

Without This Ring

“Don't forget. Friday is my girls night out.”

“So soon?” Michael said. “No, wait. I guess it's been over a month. What do you gals do on these girls nights out?”

“Nothing really,” Barbara said. “Jennifer, Latitia, and I just go to a bar and have a few cocktails. Talk about our husbands. The normal girls night stuff. If you are curious, you can always come with.”

Michael's eyes turned to look at the small curio cabinet in the corner. Inside hidden among mundane reminders of their wedding, their tenth and twentieth wedding anniversaries, the birth and high school graduation of Heather, their daughter, and other such life events were the accouterments of Barbara's witchcraft.

“We've talked about this, Mrs. Fleming,” Michael said, using the name he used for her when she was being a witch.

“I promised you I wouldn't do anything to you without your permission. I never said I would never do anything to you again,” Barbara said, a mischievous gleam in her eye.

“Yes, but you wield that promise like a drunken genie granting wishes to its loose-lipped master.”

“Only sometimes,” she laughed. “C'mon, it could be fun. You could be my younger cousin Monica from Fresno. In town for the weekend and tagging along with old Barbara for laughs.”

“How much younger?”

“Oh, I think you'd look great in your early 20s, blond like me, slightly shorter.”

“Slightly shorter.”

“Yeah,” she holds her out hand palm down just above her eyes. “Being young, you wear higher heels to make up for the height.”

“Ah, this is just your way of getting me into high heels again.”

“And a dress. Of course, silly,” she said. “It's not like you haven't been a woman before.”

“I suppose there would be shopping too.”

“No, you hate that. Monica would have packed a bag of clothes before she came here.”

“How long are you expecting me to be to be a woman this time?”

She got up and opened the curio cabinet. She pulled out a small box. “Here, put your wedding ring in the box.”

“That wasn't an answer,” he said as he did as he was asked.

“Well, I'm thinking you can't show up to the bar wearing Michael's wedding ring. The girls would rightfully find that weird. So, why not tie the magic to the ring? After I enchant it, when Monica is to arrive on Friday, you'll take off the ring. Have a few drinks. Then, when you put it back on, back to normal.”

“I haven't said yes.”

“You will.”

She was right. “Fine. But, no big boobs. The last time you did this my boobs were enormous. I had a sore back for days... as a man.”

“They weren't that big.”

“They were enormous and too sensitive.”

“That's boobs for you. And you like staring at big boobs.”

“In sympathy these days.”

“Okay, medium-sized boobs. Any other requests?”

“And give you a chance to twist some other poorly worded request?”

“You're learning.”

* * *

The next day, Michael was thinking about the conversation with his wife and looked at the ring on his finger. “She didn't,” he thought. He removed the ring. Light appeared in the circle of the ring and flowed up his arm and across his body. He blinked a few times and when the spots stopped flashing in his eyes he looked at his hand.

Except, it was not his hand, it was a smaller hand, smoother, one might say dainty, with long manicured nails painted a hot pink. He looked down into the cleavage of a green, v-neck dress, a lacy green bra was visible from his vantage point. He took a step toward the bathroom to look in the mirror and realized he was wearing high heels, green patent leather pumps, he discovered when he looked down. Reflected back at him in the mirror was a young twenty-something woman who looked a lot like his wife. Her hair was long and wavy, honey blond in color. Her face was made up like a fashion model, her eyes sporting several shades of greens and gray, her lips lined in ruby red with a slightly lighter red shade of lip gloss.

“Barbara!” She called out in a light contralto almost musical voice. She stepped out the bathroom and through the bedroom to the hallway where she met Barbara coming up the stairs.

“Monica, you're early.”

“It isn't Friday.”

“You came out perfect,” her wife said. “You took the ring off too soon.”

“What do you mean too soon?”

“I told you. When you take the ring off, you'll become Monica Bartlett until you put it back on.”

“You said that would only happen Friday.”

“Welllll...”

Monica rolled her eyes, “Here it comes.”

“Technically, I didn't say the enchantment would only work on Friday. I said you would become Monica on Friday.”

Monica laughed.

Barbara was trying to look cute and innocent.

Monica continued to laugh.

“What?”

“How long have you been cooking this one up?”

“I have no idea what you mean.”

“It was the incident with Sharrelle at the Christmas party last year.”

“There was no incident with Sharrelle at the Christmas party.”

“Yes, now you know that. But, for a few days you were casting truth spells on me constantly because you thought I was somehow lying to you.”

“I apologized for that.”

Monica waved her arms up and down her body, “Insincerely, I think.”

“Now, hold on. This has nothing to do with the Sharrelle thing.”

“No? No? Then explain to my why you've made it so I can't BE Michael Flemming except when I'm wearing our wedding band?”

Barbara stood there unable to answer for a moment.

“Exactly.” Monica held up her wedding band and put it on. After another light show, Michael stood in the hallway glaring at his wife. “Trust goes along with Love and Honor.” He walked past her and went downstairs. The front door only slightly slammed as it closed.

* * *

That night, Michael returned to the house. The dinning room was lit by dozens of candles. He could smell the oregano of his favorite meatball dish. Barbara stepped out of the kitchen wearing a black apron with white lacy trim, black stockings and heels, and not much else.

“I...”

“Yes, you're sorry,” Michael said. “I know. I shouldn't have left angry. I'm sorry too.”

“You're not going to have me serve you dinner?”

“Oh, no, you are definitely still atoning for what you've done. I just wanted to get this awkward part out of the way.” He stepped over the one chair set at the table. “Are you not dining with me?”

“I shall if that is your wish, Master,” she turned to side of the room to move a chair.

“No, no, dear,” he said sitting down. He patted his leg. “You can sit here.”

“Yes, Master.”

* * *

At work Friday, Michael received a text. “Change in plans. Meeting at The Gold Fisher at 5pm because Jennifer has to leave early.”

He texted back. “The Fisher is a club, not a bar. And I can't get home and to the Fisher by 5pm.”

“Latitia thought a change of pace would be fun. And you can just go there straight from work.”

He had thought about that but he did not relish the idea of walking into the bar, now night club, by himself. But, he had made this bed.

He left work a little early and sat in his car in the parking garage. The club had valet parking so he had to change here. He pulled off his ring and stowed it in the glove box as the light show played over her body. She slipped off her heels so her feet felt familiar on the car's pedals. Being shorter, she did have to adjust the seat so she could reach the pedals and see over the steering wheel.

At the club she got out of the car and handed the key fob to the valet who handed her a ticket. She had no purse so she put the ticket in her cleavage. She found a small pouch there which contained a thin wallet, driver’s license, and a credit card. Both of the latter items were in Monica's name. At the door she was waved in without being carded.

She was kind of use to having cleavage and hips that wanted to sway but this was the first time she had been de-aged. The soreness in Michael's left knee was missing. Even with heels, she felt light on her feet. She was about to reach for a door handle when a man's cologne reached her nose. A hand reached the handle before she could. “I got that for you, young lady.” A man of about Michael's actual age said. He had dark hair with a bit of gray on the sides. His eyes were the lightest blue and his smile dominated his face.

“Um, thanks,” she said.

“You look like you're new to going out to clubs. A word of advice, don't let a man buy you more than one drink. Even then, some of the youngsters think a drink is a signed contract. Good luck in there.” He nodded to her and slipped away.

Monica tried not to laugh. She knew the type. A moment later, she spotted Barbara waving from across the room and calling out something she could not hear. Barbara hugged her cousin once she made it across the room, “Great! You made it. Monica, this is my friend Latitia and her cousin Keisha.” Monica shook hands with them.

“Your friend bought a younger cousin as well.”

“I know,” Latitia said. “When Barb said you were coming I thought why not invite Keisha so you would not have to hang out with us older women.”

“She had to twist my arm. I assure you,” Keisha said.

Barbara and Latitia were already dishing about their husbands when Jennifer arrived. “Sorry I’m late. I went to pick up Laura but she had to work late.”

“Who’s Laura?” Monica asked.

“Oh, my niece heard about our girls night out and wanted to tag along.”

“Just like us, Keisha.”

“Yes, just like us,” Keisha said. “Say, Monica, let’s go hit the dance floor. Let the old folk catch up.”

“Old folk?” Latitia said.

She was getting up from the booth and pulling Monica behind her, “At least you still have your hearing.” They made their way to the dance floor where the music was loud and the bass vibrated the dancers’ teeth. “Is that you, Michael?”

“Kevin?”

“Damned witches,” they both said.

“You want to say how she tricked you?”

“No. You?”

“No.”

They laughed.

“You aren’t that bad a dancer.”

“Probably part of the spell. I have two left feet,” Monica said. “Definitely the spell, I don’t feel self-conscious at all about shaking my thing.”

“It does shake rather nicely.”

“You want to go somewhere private?”

“God, no,” Keisha laughed. “Did you mean that?”

“I don’t know. But, I’d love to see their faces if we did leave together.”

A couple songs later, Latitia bopped up to them. “Monica,” she half shouted. “Barbara had to leave. She wanted me to tell you. I have to leave as well,” she said to Keisha. “You two stay and have a good time.”

“Okay, see you later,” Keisha said.

“I wonder if this was the plan.”

“Get us dancing in a club and ditch us?”

“Yeah.”

“Could be. You want to leave?”

“I’m actually having fun. And no one’s outright groped me yet.”

They stayed on the floor for another few songs. They occasionally spotted Jennifer dancing not far away. Back at the table, the two singles-for-the-night ordered drinks and Monica noticed two men intercept the waitress and pay her for their drinks.

“Men incoming, twelve o’clock.”

“You take being a wingman seriously.”

“Hello, ladies,” a tall dark skinned man said as he stood at the edge of their table.

A light skinned man, just as tall, said, “Do you mind if we join you? I’m Mark and this is Samuel.”

“Please do,” Keisha said, sliding inward of the round booth and closer to Monica to give Samuel room to sit next to her. “I’m Keisha.”

“I’m Monica. Did I see you two paying for our drinks just now?”

“Sharp eyed and beautiful,” Mark said slipping into the booth next to Monica. “I hope you don’t mind. No strings attached.”

“What if we like strings?” Keisha said.

“I guess we could attach some strings,” Samuel said.

They all laughed.

“Are you new in town? Haven’t seen you here before?”

“Do you spend a lot of time in this club?”

“My uncle owns it,” Mark said.

They exchanged pleasantries for a few moments before Monica suggested she and Keisha go to the bathroom. Once there, she said, “Those two are definitely our wives.”

“For sure,” Keisha said, fixing her makeup. “I don’t know about you. It’s been awhile since I got fucked looking like this and I intend on getting lucky tonight.”

“I agree. I wonder how far they were expecting to take this.”

“All the way, I hope.”

“You figured it out?” Said a voice in a stall. Out from the stall stepped Jennifer, laughing. “They thought they would fool you.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah. I went to the table when you got up. They said you two were all nervous and unsure what to do so they were going to make sure not to hard sell you.”

“Oh, that means we should throw ourselves at them.”

“Definitely,” Monica said. “So, what happened to Larry, I mean, Laura?”

“Oh, he saw through the stupid plan last week. I told him I wouldn’t do that to him. Instead, I’m wearing him.” She did a quick three-sixty. “How does he look?” Jennifer’s blue dress with a long side-slit twirled around her.

“Very nice.”

“He’s into that?”

She whispered. “Don’t tell anyone. But, me wearing him was his idea. He loves being danced in. And he wanted to see how you guys reacted. Gotta go. The dance floor calls me.”

The young women returned to the booth and the men stood to allow them to slide in. “We pass muster?” Samuel said.

“Do you need to ask that?” Keisha said, stroking Samuel’s thigh.

Monica had her arm around Mark. “So, tell us what you do for a living? I’m betting it involves having pretty women hanging off your arms like this.”

“Um, well,” Mark said.

“Construction,” Samuel said. “We build buildings. We’re between jobs and when that happens, we like to go clubbing.”

“Your arms are so strong, Mark,” Monica said. “I bet you could easily lift both of us up.”

“That would be awkward.”

“One handed,” Samuel said.

“It’s so loud here,” Keisha said. “Do you know a place we could go that’s cozier?”

* * *
They arrived at a two bedroom hotel suite the men were renting. They said they were only in town for a convention. Samuel and Keisha disappeared into one of the bedrooms as soon as they arrived.

“Do you want to go in there?” Mark said, pointing to the other bedroom door.

“That’s why I’m here, Barbara.”

“You knew.”

“Since the club bathroom. You can ask Jennifer to confirm it.”

“Drat.”

Monica took Mark’s hand and pulled him toward the door. “I’m horny as fuck. You better be able to get me off before you blow your load, Mr. Fleming.”

It Suits Me: Chapter 20

We parted from Sandra after eating and headed back to my room. “So what's the agenda for the evening?” I said.

“Paragraph 16, subsection 2. It's on page 2.”

“That's rather specific. I'll look when we get there. But first...” I stopped. A guy was rushing toward us. It was one of my KXE spies. Maya was in the bodysuit but I could not remember who he was. Bill Something. I led Jessica off the path and Maya met us behind a stand of bushes, out of sight of the main campus.

“Barry, I've been looking for you,” The ‘guy’ said. “We found Diana. She is still a mannequin and she's in a shop a few miles from campus. I'm going to go see if I can rescue her.”

I shook my head. “What about Sophia and Roxie? Where are they?”

“We don't know yet.”

“Then leave Diana where she is for now. She wanted to be turned into a mannequin in a window anyway.”

“She did?” Maya said.

“She did. Until we know where they all are, we don't want Gerald finding out we found one of them and then making it harder for us to find the others.”

“Oh,” Maya said. “Okay. I'll tell the others. Take care.”

She left.

“That's some progress,” Jessica said.

“It feels like a trap.”

“You're getting paranoid.”

“I think I passed paranoid when I got turned into a doll.”

“Let's go to your room,” she said.

“You want to go to my room.”

“I'm changing the subject.”

“Oh. Okay, so why did you finally decide to be my doll?”

“It's in the manifesto. Take the time to read it closely.”

As soon as we reached my room, I said, “You can't move or speak unless I tell you to.” She locked in place. I sat on my bed and read the papers. It was a bit surprising how much these fantasies aligned with Amy's thoughts. “So when you were talking to Amy earlier, were you comparing notes?” I said. When she didn’t respond, I added, “You may speak.”

“I had to find out from her what being a robot felt like. I can't wait to try it.”

“I still say this is an abrupt turn around. Are you sure Maria didn't get into your head.”

“Sandra already told you I came to campus with this partially written.”

“But, page three is full of ways you would help your 'owner' create a harem.”

“Yes.”

“A harem? I distinctly recall you being surprised I was not forming a harem. Was that your way of encouraging me to do so.”

She did not reply immediately and because she could not move I could not read her. “I was still in denial.”

“Denial?”

“If I give in, no, submit to these feelings, I would lose a lot. As a fantasy, you don't have to think about that. But, would I ever see my family again if I were your love bot? Would I bother earning my degree and having a professional life? How would having children work? Not that I want children any time soon, but could a love bot also be a mother? In the fantasy, these questions don't matter. But, you make the reality possible and thus these questions matter. They matter a lot.”

“I wouldn't keep you from your family. You can move as you wish.”

She hugged me. “I know you wouldn't want to. What if I just never told you about their birthday parties, their wedding anniversaries? What if I told you no one was hosting a Thanksgiving party? I could easily drift apart from my family. Likewise, there would always be time later for starting a family. And that assumes we remain together.”

“Let's not get ahead ourselves.”

“That's the thing. If I become your sex toy now, and I don't graduate, I'm stuck. My life trajectory moves away from becoming a lawyer. If we broke up after that, not only are my dreams of being a lawyer lost, but my fantasies of being a sex toy are also lost.”

“I still can't get over the idea that you of all people fantasize about being a sex toy.”

“Paragraph 16, subsection 2.”

“Yeah, yeah, page 2. I couldn't believe that either.”

“Do it.”

“That will make it harder for us to converse.”

“This conversation is depressing me,” she said. “I'd rather be a thing until morning. A used thing.”

“You're sure?”

The look she gave me was a mixture of anxiety and desire.

“Fine, um,” I said picking up the papers. “Turn into, and I quote, 'The Perfect Handheld Sextoy.'”

Jessica’s body immediately shrank down to about a foot long, four inch diameter cylinder. As she shrank her skin color changed to a shiny chrome metallic substance. The ends of the cylinder had caps or lids that could be twisted off. The sides of the cylinder were not curved. The cylinder was actually a twelve-sided shape, each side bowed slightly inward. When it seemed like the change was complete, I picked up the device and twisted off one of the caps. As the threads came free of the tube, I could see there was a penis shaped shaft attached to the inside of the lid pushing into a fleshy mound just below the lip of the cylinder. The mound was a pussy. The shaft attached to the cap was a living, throbbing penis.

I ran my finger along the labia of the pussy and it quivered at my touch. I put the cap back on. It felt weird literally screwing a penis into a pussy. I flipped the cylinder around and twisted off the cap on the other end. Again, a penis shaped shaft was pulled out of a fleshy surface, though this surface was a mouth. Once the penis was free of the mouth, Jessica moaned and said, “You’re going to use me, right?”

“Can you see? Can you hear me?”

“Can’t see. Can only barely hear you. Want to taste you.”

I did not need a lot of encouragement. My cock pushed into her mouth. The shape of the cylinder made it easy to hold on to. A few minutes later I came. I saw no reason to warn her. When I slid out of her mouth, she said, “That was fantastic. Other end, please.”

“Can you feel this?” I grabbed the cap and fondled the four inch penis sticking out of it.

“Oh, yes.”

“Can it cum?”

“One way to find out.”

I jerked off the cap’ penis and she moaned and groaned with each stroke until she said, “I’m close.”

I put the tip of the cap’s penis against her lips and she started sucking on it. I pushed it into her mouth and twisted it closed. Was she fellating herself constantly in this form?

I twisted off the cap where her pussy was and I fucked the toy. I was positive she orgasmed several times before I came. When I finished, I put the cap back in place and set her down on the desk.

As fun as this was, it was not solving the bigger problem.

I went out again. I was searching for some of my troops but none of them were about. I finally saw Gene Lapinski leaving a classroom. He walked right past me without acknowledging me. Buffy was in his skinsuit. Or she was supposed to be. I trailed him for a while and eventually got the jump on him in an alley between buildings. With a kiss he deflated. Buffy was not wearing the suit. What had happened to her?

I stripped and put on the suit. As it snapped into place I searched Gene’s memory while I got dressed.. As Buffy had returned to the frat house, someone behind her had opened the skin suit. The next thing Gene knew, Gerald was asking him when he got jumped. Gerald told him that they had discovered two other impostors trying to get into the frat house.

This was not good. Gene asked some questions and Gerald mostly replied that everything was on a need to know basis from here on out. He also said everyone should travel in pairs. Why had Gene been traveling alone? Oh, he was going to see his girlfriend. He looked at Gene’s phone. He was late for the rendezvous. I stepped out of the alley right into her arms: Tina Wolfram.

“You’re late,” she said. She was hot. Gene was greatly attracted to her and I was distracted by his desire.

“Sorry. I was being cautious with all the stuff going on.”

“I don’t care about your frat stuff. Come with me.”

She led me by the hand to her dorm room and as soon as the door to her bedroom was closed she kiss me. It was a wonderful kiss, but something was off. I had leaned down to kiss her but now I was looking up at her. Her face receded from my view as I shrank in size.

Before I could react her giant hands fished me out of the clothes I was swimming in. She picked me up with ease and tossed me onto her bed. “You are so cute like this.” She started taking off her clothes.

I landed like a ragdoll on the bed and rolled twice before coming to a stop. I could not have been more than eight or nine inches tall. I had an erection. Gene loved giant women and dopamine was pumping through my tiny body. She picked me up and rolled into bed putting me down between her boobs. She pushed them together and I was locked in place. “I missed you,” her voice boomed in my ears.

“I missed you too,” I said.

“I love when you think I can hear your tiny voice,” she said. She released her boobs and grabbed me again. She laid her head back, looking at the ceiling. She laid me down over her mouth and started breathing in through her mouth. The suction held me firmly against her face. My tiny dick pinched between her lips. I could not get up and the way my body reacted I did not want to get up.

I could hear her fingering herself. From my point of view the sounds were coming from like fifteen feet away. She picked me up by the arms and said “Remember to keep your legs together, your knees slightly bent, and to point your feet down.” She pushed me into her mouth, covering me with her saliva.

She pulled me out and swung me rapidly toward her crotch. She guided my legs toward her vagina and pushed me inside. She was well lubed. I glided in.

“Keep your back straight,” she chided me.

Her hand gripped my arms and her pinky was looped around my neck. She pushed me right up to where her pinky was stopped by her labia. Then she pulled out and repeated. It was a little uncomfortable at first. But, once I was able keep my back straight it felt good. As the muscles inside her squeezed me there was a lot of friction when she pulled me out. I may have came. There was no way to tell with all the other liquids covering my body. Eventually my body was bombarded by all the muscles inside her tensing at once. I thought my ribcage was going to implode. She let out an ear-rending cry of pleasure and then her hand dropped away from my arms. After a few more hard squeezes from within her, the room grew quiet.

I was stuck. My arms were awkwardly twisted and I could not use them to lift myself out of her. I think I fell asleep as well.

I woke up in motion. The room was dark. I was in her hand. She moved me through the air and then dropped me. Her hand was not over the bed and I dropped to the floor. No, not the floor. The surface beneath me was plastic. “Hello?” I called out and my voice echoed off of walls that could not be far from me. I got up and walked only a few feet – inches really – before encountering a smooth plastic wall. I traced my way around it and found out it was circular and taller than I could reach. I was in an empty wastepaper basket.

I felt the floor tremble as footsteps moved away from the basket. I saw a light cascade above me and then a door closed cutting off the light. While there had been light, I had seen the side of her bed above the top of the basket as well as the underside of her desk.

I searched Gene’s thoughts and this was his favorite part of sex with Tina. She would leave him in the basket overnight while she slept. The light reappeared briefly before it was switched off. The heavy footfalls approached and I caught a glimpse of Tina as she got back into bed and fell asleep.

I had been curious if other people on campus had powers. Now, I could be positive it was not just me, Maria, and Gerald. Fat lot of good that did me. I was naked, covered in pussy juice, and trapped in a wastepaper basket.

I spent a few worthless moments trying to climb out of the basket. Being wet and naked and the basket wall being featureless plastic made it impossible. I tried running into the wall to try to tip the basket over. There was not enough room to get enough speed, not even when I tried drop kicking the basket wall.

There was not even a piece of paper to use as a blanket as I curled up in a ball and fell asleep.

Ted's Dolls 28: Emily 6

If you haven't read any of the Ted's Dolls stories before, you should start with Ted's Dolls 1: Jane before reading this one.

Earl arrived at Rob's apartment with Rhana as a doll for their weekly poker game. Rhana was not gray in color nor stony in texture for the first time at the poker game.

Rob shook hands with Earl after Rhana was set down next to Beverly and Whitney, also dolls.

“No Emily doll?” Burke said.

“She didn't contact us today,” Earl said.

“Richard will be disappointed,” Murat said.

A few moments later, Richard arrived with Emily, also a doll. “Hi, guys. Hi, dolls.”

“So? Things worked out?” Earl said.

“Yes, they did.”

“What worked out?”

Richard told the guys about his weekend with his doll as the game got underway.

“What do I have to do to get a doll to want me?” Murat said.

“It’s unfortunate that you are unlucky at both poker and love,” Burke said.

“I'd settle for a small infatuation and a modest payout tonight.”

“You can always rent one from Tedd.”

“If I didn’t lose all my money here, maybe I would.”

Later, Earl and Richard were both out of a hand early and in the kitchen area. “Ya know, Earl. Emily was joking that I should join your game tomorrow night.”

“Really?”

“She was telling me the story. It sounds really cool. She suggested I could be the knight who was rescued from the gorgon.”

“Sir Lyle?”

“That's the name.”

“I'll have to talk about it with Rhana. You remember when I first mentioned the game it was just an excuse for us to spice up the bedroom.”

“I wouldn't want to be a third wheel.”

“You mean fourth wheel. Has Emily mentioned all the stuff she and I have done? I don't want it to get awkward with you there.”

* * *

The doll known as Emily enjoyed the poker game, although, there was certainly a lot less getting rubbed for luck tonight. Even Murat had only high-fived the dolls when he managed to win a couple hands. The guys teased him about his luck. But even the doll could see he had so many tells, luck had nothing to do his poker woes. As the evening ended, Richard carried the doll back to his room.

“I don’t know if you were paying attention,” he said after sitting her up on his bed. “Earl said he would talk to Rhana about my joining the game. He gave me a bunch of background data on Sir Lyle Wentworth and some ideas for making Lyle my own character.” He prattled on about Sir Lyle for an hour when he could have been making his doll happy, the doll thought.

But once he was finished with something on the computer, he joined the doll on the bed and helped the night pass quickly for it as it zoned out in pleasure before he fell asleep.

She was still unaware when she returned to flesh and blood around six the next morning. He woke to find her tucked within his arms. He kissed her neck and soon she came awake with a giggle. “You don’t have an early class, do you?”

“Not one I haven’t been late to before.”

An hour later she left his dorm room with a smile that seemed tattooed to her face.

* * *

That evening, Rhana answered the door to her apartment and gave Emily a big hug as she entered.

“It seems unusual having you answer the door, Rhana,” Emily joked.

“It has been a little over a month since you took over the game. And how are you, Richard?”

They hugged. “I’m very good. A bit nervous about tonight.”

“Oh, don’t be like that. We don’t bite.”

“You bite,” Earl said sharing a hug with the two newcomers.

“Only you,” she said, giving Earl a smooch. “I hope you two are hungry. Earl made a banquet feast.”

“It is an appropriate amount of food for four to six diners.”

Emily walked toward the kitchen, which was covered in serving dishes. “When they say diners, they mean people, not a fast-order restaurant, Earl.”

“Well, you have to eat. There isn’t room in the fridge for a lot of leftovers.”

Soon dinner was settled and the table was cleared by Rhana and Earl. Emily and Richard took turns going into the bathroom. When Emily came out she was fully dressed up in her Elven Princess costume. Richard was wearing Renaissance Fair quality armor. “These pantaloons are so loose.” He said.

“You didn’t have to dress up,” Earl said.

“I wasn’t planning to dress up,” Rhana said. “Give me a minute.” She raced around the apartment grabbing a few things that were stored in odd locations about the apartment. She came out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a long baggy T-shirt.

“Rhana!” Earl said.

“Didn’t you take more than that into the bathroom?” Emily noted.

“Last time we played, Lady Elswood had just spent several years as a naked statue. She has little clothing but this loose tunic given to her by Sir Abraham.”

Richard’s back was to the bathroom and he didn’t watch as she approached the table and sat opposite him, with Emily on her left at the foot of the table, and Earl on her right at the head of the table. She smiled lasciviously at Richard as she sat down, pulling the shirt slightly down put extra cleavage in the V-neck of the T-shirt.

“Don’t tease poor Richard,” Emily said.

“I’m not,” Rhana said.

“Okay, let’s get started,” Earl said with some command in his voice. “It’s been a busy day since Lady Elswood and Sir Lyle were rescued. The men-at-arms had established a camp just outside the walls of the garden at the request of Skurg, the blind ogre gardener.

“The blood of the gorgon was able to revive four other statues. Lyle and Abraham had chosen the people based on how well preserved the statue was and whether any heraldric symbology could be seen on the statue.

“First to be revived was Lord Tomar of East Urant. He was pompous and did not believe Mylya was a princess as he had been a statue since before her birth. Yddregal StrongFist was a dwarf who stumbled on the monastery during a rain storm a decade ago. Adia Rye was a sneak thief. She was hoping to find treasure in the monastery a few years ago. Garand Orlack was also trying to find gold and glory in the monastery. He adventured with other treasure seekers who abandoned him when they met the gorgon thirteen years. His childhood friend was also still a statue in the garden, weathered nearly beyond recognition.

“As the sun sets, the princess, the lady, Sir Abraham, Sir Lyle, and the four newcomers are sitting around one of the fires while the various men-at-arms are sharing two other fires. Sir Abraham says, ‘Princess, we sent a group of men to investigate the tunnels it seemed the gorgon lived in. They managed to find clothing and bed rolls that should be sufficient to protect our newcomers from the elements. Unfortunately, being snake shaped, the gorgon did not have a supply of footwear.

“’It is an outrage that the beast apparently threw out our clothes,’ says Lord Tomar. ‘Some of my clothes were of the finest silks from far off Lucen-Ko.’’

“’Clothes? Who cares about clothes?’ says Garand. ‘It’s been 20 years. Were you married Lord Tomar? Will your twenty years older wife be glad you return? Will any of your children, who are perhaps now older than you recognize you? You have more to worry about than clothes.’”

“’The man is wise,’ Mylya says.”

“’Who are you to talk to me in that manner?’ Tomar says.”

“’Lord Tomar,’ Lady Elswood says. ‘Don’t take your anger out on the man speaking truth. Besides, what were you doing here so far from Urant?’”

“’East Urant. That is the private business of my liege. I won’t share it with the supposed offspring of some Baron down in Norford,’ Emily, make a history check,” Earl said.

“17,” she said.

“You know there was a coup in East Urant about five years ago. It is doubtful this man’s lordship remains intact.”

“What’s the current ruler’s name?”

“Magister Ryland.”

“’You know, East Urant’s regent died five years ago in a bloody coup. A Magister Ryland is currently the ruler of that land.’”

“’What?’ Tomar explodes with anger. ‘That sniveling toad! He’s older than dirt. How has he lived another twenty years?’ He continues in what is for most of you an incomprehensible diatribe about the Magister. Sir Abraham gets up to stretch his legs.”

“I follow him,” Richard says.

“’Lord Tomar,’” Emily says. “’I’m sure there are plenty of things that are different given how long you’ve been gone. But, you will not solve those problems here in these woods. I am going to retire for the evening.’”

“’Wait up,’” Jaina says. “I accompany the Princess to our tent.”

“The two of you go into the tent. A few minutes later Adia Rye pokes her head in the tent. What does she find?”

“We’re probably getting ready to snuggle up together,” Emily said. “I probably pull away from Jaina.”

“I don’t let her pull away. Let the thief know we are intimate.”

“’Oh, sorry,’ Adia says. ‘I thought this was the women’s tent. Not your private tent.’ She moves to leave.”

“’No, stay,’ The Princess says. ‘It would be unseemly to have any woman sleeping on the ground when there’s room here for her.’”

“She looks at Jaina for confirmation.”

“She doesn’t get it at first. Mylya was always telling me to be more friendly. I say, ‘Please, come in.’”

“She crawls in and lays down as far away as she can in the cramped space of the tent.”

“We go to sleep,” Emily said. “Unless she starts talking.”

“’I wanted to thank you again, Princess,’ she says. ‘I never thought I’d breathe again when I saw that gorgon.’”

“’Technically you should thank Lady Elswood for also getting caught by the gorgon. I wouldn’t be here if not for her.’”

“’Always trying to help the little people,’ Jaina says. ‘I am so proud of you, Mylya. I did not think you had it in you to mount an expedition like this.’”

“’You aren’t the only one. Sir Abraham repeatedly tried to get me to stay back, stay away. I doubt you would breathing now if I’d listened to him.’”

“’Men,” the thief says.”

Rhana laughed.

“In any case, the ladies chat. Richard, did you follow Abraham to talk to him?”

“I did. ‘Abraham,’ I call out to him once we’re a bit away from the campfire with the blowhard.”

“Abraham was headed to one of the other campfires. ‘It’s getting late,’ he says to the men there. ‘Sunrise always comes too soon.’ There’s some light-hearted grumbling but the men are professionals. He turns to see you’ve followed. ‘Sir Lyle? Ready to sleep?”

“I say, ‘I feel like I’ve slept forever.’”

“’It is fortunate the Princess is stubborn.’”

“’She seems so sedate now. I’m surprised she would do so much just for a Lady of the court.’”

“’Lady Elswood is far more than a Lady of the court.’”

“’I had heard she was something of a spy for The King.’”

“’That’s somewhat well-known. But not what I was referring to.’ Abraham says glancing at the ladies tent.”

“’Oh,’ I say and I look embarrassed. ‘Does the King know?’”

“’He wishes he didn’t. Princess Mylya will not be married off to some old man.’”

“’Good for her.’ I say and then I look around the camp. ‘Where am I bedding down?’”

“Abraham shows you to a tent that you share with him.”

“I stay awake to watch the thief for a while,” Rhana says.

“You don’t trust her?” Emily said.

“Should I?”

“Regardless,” Earl said. “In the morning, the men efficiently break camp. A wagon was found in the monastery that needed only minor repairs. The men use it to stow extra gear for the trek back to civilization. The wagon also allows the newcomers to ride, rather than walk, given their lack of footwear.”

Before long, the evening had slipped away and it was time to break for the evening. Emily and Richard went back to his room. On the way, he was talking excitedly about the game. “Pompous as that Lord Tomar was, he was good in that fight against the bear owls. So was the dwarf, though we never really spoke to him.”

“I’m glad you had a good time,” she said. She sat on his bed as he turned on the computer and sat down at the chair.

“I have to get a couple things done before bed.”

“That’s okay. I can read something while you work,” she said, reaching for her book bag. She went to the bathroom to get ready for bed and then lied down in bed to read. After a few moments she found herself staring at his feet. “It’s too bad I’m not a doll. I could use one of those foot rest tit rubs.”

“As often as you’ve been a doll, I’m surprised you haven’t learned how to do it to yourself.”

“As if.”

They continued studying for nearly an hour but Emily was distracted by Richard’s observation. Why couldn’t I do it to myself? She thought.

Richard turned off the computer and got up to get ready for bed. When he got back he said, “Scooch over so I can lay down.” When she didn’t react he said, “Emily?”

She looked human, but there were signs that she was turning into a doll.

Richard picked up his phone. “Ted? Richard. You might want to come to my dorm and see something.”

She looked human, but there were signs that she was turning into a doll.

Richard picked up his phone. “Ted? Richard. You might want to come to my dorm and see something.”

It Suits Me: Chapter 19

I agreed to the plan. Even though I had wanted to limit the number of simultaneously existing dolls, I could see that keeping my powers a secret was not going to happen. Diana volunteered to go first on the condition that I turn her into a mannequin afterward.

I was seated on the sofa as she did the deed. She seemed more enthusiastic this time, probably because I'd promised to do as she asked. “I'm about to...” I said before I came.

“Don't tell her to swallow,” Sophia said. “I'll just take the fluid from her mouth if you don't mind.”

“That would be faster,” I said.

Shortly, Sophia was a doll with its fingers in its mouth and Diana was also a doll. “Diana, stand up and pose like a mannequin.” After she did so, I said, “Diana, transform into a hollow, plastic mannequin.”

Sandra and Roxie looked at Diana in surprise. “When did you gain that ability?” Sandra said.

“Sunday night.”

Roxie stood next to Diana and posed similarly, “Do me.”

I shrugged. “Roxie, transform into a hollow, plastic mannequin.”

Sandra smiled coyly. “Looks like it's just us, here.”

“You've been a doll the last week plus. I'll understand if you don't want to.”

Sandra stepped up close to me wrapping her hand around my cock. “Oh, I loved being a doll. And you will too.”

The next thing I know her hand is in my mouth. I could taste what could only be my own cum. I felt myself solidifying.

“Barry, say, Sandra is my owner,” Sandra said, removing her hand. “Say it.”

“Sandra is my owner. It.”

I could not move. I did not really feel owned but I was obeying her and I was not sure why.

“Tell the others in the room that I am their owner as well.”

“Ladies, Sandra is now your owner.”

“You are not to do anything unless I tell you to do it.”

She waved her hand in front of my face. I did not blink.

I heard her doing something with her phone.

“It's done,” she said, presumably into her phone.

“Yeah, it worked. He's a doll,” she said.

There was a long pause before she said, “I understand.” There was a beep as she ended the phone call.

“Barry, ignore what I'm about to tell the woman.”

Time passed and I have no idea what happened around me. The next thing I knew Sandra was handing me a bottle. “Fill this with your cum,” she said.

I took the bottle and placed it at the tip of my penis and cum started shooting into the bottle. As it did, I turned back into a human.

“Oh, shit,” she said.

“Sandra off,” I said. She froze in place and dropped to the floor. “I guess you forgot you were still a doll even though you were free to act. I wonder if I'm still a doll. Sandra, say, 'Barry, you are your own owner.'”

“Barry, you are your own owner.”

“Good,” I looked around the apartment. Only the two of us were there. “Where are the girls?”

“I don't know,” Sandra said.

“Why don't you know?”

“I don't know.”

“Who did you call earlier?”

“I don't know.”

“Damnit.” I looked at my phone and it had been two hourssince I had arrived here. They could be anywhere. “I assume Maria had something to do with your doing this. When did she reprogram you?”

“I don't know.”

“Of course. Sandra, remove all mental blocks created by Maria from your mind.” There was no visible effect. “Speak freely.”

“Oh, god, Barry, I'm so sorry. I had no idea I was going to do that.”

“Where are the others?”

She thought for a moment before crying, “I don't know. They must have made me forget.”

“Okay, it's okay. Go back to your dorm room. Fill Jessica in on what’s been happening.”

“I'm still a doll.”

“Right, Sandra, you are no longer under the control of anyone but yourself and me. You cannot be controlled by any other means. Being a doll may have some benefits. I need to figure out how to find the others.”

She got dressed and left.

I called Maria. She answered, “What do you want?”

“Are you still working with Gerald?”

“No, I'm done with all that.”

“Are you? What did you do to Sandra?”

“Oh, that. Yes, she belongs to Gerald. I did some modifications to her before you trounced me.”

“Well, thanks to you Gerald now has the DEBs again.”

“Good. Serves you right. I'm not working with Gerald and I'm not working with you. If you care about those bitches, you figure out how to save them. I want nothing to do with it.”

“Fine. Out of curiosity, do you think your hypnosis is more than hypnosis?”

“You noticed? Yeah, it works too well too fast.”

“And did you know Gerald has a power?”

“No, what can he do?”

“Clairvoyance. He can sense what other people sense at a distance.”

“I'm sure he doesn't even have the brains to do anything perverted with that power. Though it does make me wonder who else might have powers on campus.”

“Yes, I wonder that myself. Sorry to have bothered you. Bye.”

“It wasn't a bother. I'm just sick of all this shit.”

“I know. Take care.”

“Bye.”

* * *

I had thought about going to Jessica's room but I thought she and Sandra might want to chat alone for a while. Instead I headed toward my dorm room when I spotted Larry. No idea what his last name is but I was sure he was a member of KXE. A crazy plan formed and I went for it.

I circled around to follow him, looking for a good spot to engage with him. He turned off the quad between two buildings and I saw my opening. I rushed up behind him and called to him, “Hey Larry.” As he turned around I grabbed his head and planted a kiss on his lips. His eyes flew open wide and he tried to push me off. I grabbed hold of him and had him deflated in seconds. I pulled him behind a tree and squeezed all the air out of him before rolling him and his clothes into a ball and stuffed him into his own backpack. I grabbed the backpack and rushed back to my dorm room. On the way back, I called Libby and told her to gather some troops and have them meet me at my dorm room.

Joel came out of his room as I entered our room. “So she's gone full robot?”

“Who? Amy?” I said heading to my room.

“Yes, Amy. She's been just standing in your room all day. You forgot about her, didn't you?”

I shook my head. “Yeah, I did.”

“She probably enjoyed it. That girl Maya stopped by twice as well.”

“I did tell her not look for me until Tuesday.”

“Must be terrible having all these girls chasing you.”

“Yeah, that's the worst thing I'm dealing with, aside from the kidnappings.”

“What?”

I filled Joel in on what I had been up to the past few days.

“Fuck, Man. I never knew this campus was such a hotbed of intrigue and skulduggery.”

“Ha, ha.”

“No, seriously. This is crazy stuff,” Joel said. “I'm surprised you haven't retaliated.”

“Who says I didn't?” I said hefting the backpack.

“That's not yours.”

“No, it isn't.” I put the backpack down and pulled out the bodysuit and other clothing.

Joel laughed, “Who have you got there?”

“You know that guy Larry from KXE?”

“Yeah,” Joel said then his eye lit up. “What are going to do with Larry?”

“Not just Larry. But I'll explain it when the others get here.”

“Others?”

“Yeah, I can only wear one bodysuit.” I went into my room. Amy was standing in her charge station, powered off. “Amy, turn back into a living doll.” The robot body was replaced by a living doll body. “You can move and act normally.”

“Is it Tuesday?” she said.

“Yeah, I forgot to send you to classes today, sorry.”

“It's okay. I love being a robot.”

“Well, let me tell you what you missed.”

After I filled her in, I called Sandra and Jessica and Amy called Maya.

Soon there were a bunch of coeds in the room wondering what was up.

“I have a plan,” I said.

* * *

The next day, Libby and Laura were standing not far from Greek row, the street where all the Greek houses were located. I was standing between two buildings hoping no one noticed I was there. Laura nodded toward someone heading toward them and Libby nodded back. When the guy got closer, I did not know his name, Laura turned to him and said something. He smiled and they led him toward me. When he was close enough I pounced. He was deflating before he probably even knew he was kissed. The girls looked around to see if any saw what happened before joining me in the alleyway.

“That's Derek something,” Laura said.

“Charone. Derek Charone,” Libby said. “We have two of them now. What next?”

I handed the bodysuit of Derek to Libby and the bodysuit of our prior victim, Harold, um, Steinwald, to Laura. “Now, you two pretend to be upstanding KXE members and try to find out where Diana, Sophia, and Roxie might be.”

“I love wearing these suits,” Libby said immediately starting to disrobe.

“I still find it a bit creepy,” Laura said disrobing with a bit less enthusiasm.

The alley was well isolated so they did not have to worry about being seen. Once they got the suits on, I stood behind them so they would not see me. I asked in a raspy voice, “Do they just know?”

Both of the girls were thoughtful for a moment before saying they did not know.

Soon, they were dressed. Derek, actually Libby, said, “I have a class. I'll go there.” She stepped out of the alley without looking back.

Laura also left without looking back. She seemed to be heading to the cafeteria.

For the next several hours, with the help of several more girls and Joel, we captured seven members of XKE. None of them knew where the missing coeds were hidden.

I had a backpack full of eight sets of clothing from the girls and Joel. I headed back to my dorm room. Jessica was there talking with Amy. When I entered, Amy said, “I should get back to my life. How about some study instructions?”

“Do you really need that?”

“No, but you know how I feel about being commanded.”

“Fine. Go back to your room and study whatever you missed while being my maid. For the rest of the semester, go to your classes, paying attention and participating as well as you can. Do your homework carefully and in a timely manner. Continue studying hard all semester. Don't come to me asking to be a maid until Friday evening. No masturbating.”

“What?”

“You like to be commanded.”

“Damn you,” she said with a smile as she left.

As I was closing the door, a hand not belonging to me was fondling my balls through my pants. “Jessica?”

She put a hand on my shoulder and I turned toward her. “I think it's time I found out about being your fucktoy.”

“Are you sure? You were adamantly against it a week ago.” I said taking her hands in mine, our foreheads touching.

“I love you. And I trust you. And I'm extremely horny.”

This moment was unlike all the others. She was not a stranger, not a mark, not unaware of what was going to happen, and I was not cheating on Jessica when it was Jessica performing the act. I laid back and fully embraced the moment. All thoughts of the sorority girls' troubles fled my mind. Jessica could tell when I was ready and plunged her head deep against me as I came.

I slipped out of her mouth a spent a moment just looking at her. “Answer me. How does it feel?”

“Wonderful,” she replied.

“You can move and act normally.”

“Good,” she said and I thought she had had enough. She opened her purse and took out some papers. “Tell me to do this.”

I skimmed the first page. And then looked at the additional two pages. “This is a lot.”

“Consider it an experiment.” Before I could speak, she added, “I fully remember what I said about experimenting. But now that I've reached this point experimenting seems like the logical thing to do. In this case, why not command me to obey the commands I wrote on those pages?”

“All of them?”

“All of them. Just do it before I chicken out.”

“Okay, Jessica, from now on what you wrote and printed out on these pages is how your body is, whether or not you are a fuck doll or human. I am your master as defined in these pages. You are the fuck toy as defined in these pages.” There was no visible physical effect but she took the pages from me and pointed at something on page two. “Do this.”

“Last chance to back out.”

She glared at me.

The text described an effect that happened when I, and only I, said, “Brainless Bimbo Jessica.” I said the trigger words. Her body became curvier as the dollish aspects faded and she was seemingly human again. She was already rather well-endowed in the boob area. But now, her boobs swelled a couple inches in all the right directions. Her hair grew longer, straighter, and turned a wheat-shaded blond. Her eyes became a bit glassy and she immediately started trying to open her blouse.

“Ohhh,” she whined. “This bra is broken. It's too tight.” Her voice was a few pitches higher with an airy quality it had not possessed before. With her blouse open, she popped the front clasp on the bra and her breasts jumped out. “Ahh,” she said. “That's better.” She gently squeezed her nipples and giggled.

“Hi, Jessica.”

She looked at me as if she had not known I was there and her face broke out into a big smile. She lunged for me and kissed me deeply. She sat back and love tapped my face, “Barre Bear, how many times have I told you to call me Jesse? Only Mom calls me Jessica.”

She once scolded me for calling her Jesse. I could barely get away with calling her Jess. “At least 10 times, can you count to ten?”

“Don't be silly. One, two, three, four, um, five,... six,... eight? No, that's not right. I left one out... Five?”

“You said five.”

“Darn. One, two, three, five, six,...”

“Never mind. It isn't important.”

She had removed her bra and was now buttoning up her blouse. It was obvious she was not wearing a bra. “I'm hungry. Let's get some food.”

“Now?”

“Right now. Unless Barre Bear wants to play with my titties. I could use a good motorboating.”

“After dinner.”

“Okay!” she said jumping off the couch. “Let's go eat. I'll call Sandy.”

“You want Sandra to join us?”

“She has to eat too, doesn't she?” Her face twisted into a thoughtful grimace. “She does eat, right? She didn't eat when she was a fuck toy. I wonder if she eats.”

“Hello,” Sandra could be heard from Jesse's phone.

“Do you eat?”

“Jessica?”

“Jesse, what is wrong with you two? Barre Bear and me are going to the cafe, you want to join us for dinner? If you don't eat you can just join us to like talk if you want.”

“I'll be there shortly and I will eat.”

“Okay, great! Bye!” She ended the call and said, “She does eat. See?”

“Thanks for clarifying that,” I said holding back laughter.

At the cafeteria, Jessica, or Jesse, whatever, had a hard time deciding what to eat. Jessica is one of the most decisive people I have ever known but Jesse drifted back and forth between two items and then added a third to the process, dropped the first two and added a new two and then eventually picked the first thing she had said out loud. Jessica was also known for being quiet. Jesse could not shut up. Every thought in her head seemed to spill out of her mouth as soon as it existed.

We were sitting at a table when Sandra joined us. “I can't believe she had you do it.”

“What?” I said. “Jessica, don't listen to me and Sandra until I touch your arm.”

“Okay.”

“What?” Sandra said. “You know what. The Bimbo Manifesto.”

“Oh, the papers.”

“Barry, she spends time updating those papers at least once or twice a week, perfecting the text. As soon as she found out you could control us. She's been planning her transformation.”

“They did seem to be well written. I just thought she had written them yesterday or this morning.”

“Oh, no. She had version three of them when she arrived on campus and she's been trying to make them bulletproof. You did read them.”

“I skimmed them.”

“Then how did you command her?”

“I relied on her knowing what the pages contained.”

“So she's pure bimbo right now.”

I nodded. “Can't even count to ten. I asked her to.”

“Well, she is going to thrilled once she has a brain again.”

I touched Jesse's arm and said, “We don't play with our boobs in public.”

“Oh, yeah,” Jesse said, removing her hands from her tits and picking up her sandwich. “That's, like, a stupid rule.”

“Doesn't matter if it's stupid if it's a rule.”

“Yeah, yeah. Are you two done talking about me like I'm not here?”

“For now.”

“Good. Where's Danny, Sandy?”

“I'm not sure. He hasn't been around all day.”

“He'll be back. He loves your ass. Or maybe he likes Barre Bear's ass more.”

“I'm sure he prefers the original ass.”

“Thanks,” Sandra said sourly.

I shrugged.

Jesse laughed. “Sandy's the original ass.” She said in a sing-song voice. Then she said, after a bite of her sandwich, “I wasn't hungry. I was horny.”

“Well, we're hungry so finish eating and we'll take care of your libido back in the dorm.”

“It's not my libeego. It's my horn. It's horny. Honk. Honk.” She tweaked her boobs in time with the honking.

“I so want to film this.”

“She'll remember, don't worry.”

“I want her boobs.”

“You can't have my boobs. Get your own.”

“Girls, what did I say about boob play in public.”

“We aren't in public, we're in the cafetearreeaa,” she lilted.

“The cafeteria is public.”

“That's confusing.”

“Beautiful, Brainy Jessica,” I said.

Her body lost a bit of its curves and her breasts shrunk to their normal size. A spark seemed to fire in her eyes. Her hair darkened. And her hands landed hard on the table as she removed them from her breasts with alacrity. “You took me to the cafe like that.”

“It was your idea. You were hungry.”

“Oh, my goddess.”

“Well?”

“Yeah, spill,” Sandra said. “Was it what you always wanted?”

“I don't know. I'm still,” and then she whispered, “horny.”

“I already told you we would deal with your libeego in the dorm.”

She laughed. “Oh, that was awesome. I was a complete airhead. One­two­three­four­five­six­seven­eight­nine­ten. I can't believe something I've know since I was three could be taken away.”

“Let's get back to Sandy's question. Why was it what you always wanted?”

Jessica paused and cleared her throat. “My brain is constantly running. Thinking and rethinking everything I say or am going to say. Running through scenarios that may or may not occur. It's loud in here.” She tapped her head. “But for Jesse, don't know why she likes that name, there's stillness. Empty silence. I would not want it to be my default for obvious reasons. But even just this last maybe 40 minutes has been blissful.”

“But why take it to such an extreme?”

“I've thought about this. Of course. It's because it would frustrate me knowing I was normally smarter. If that thought ever occurs to Jesse, it has nothing to latch on to. She likes who she is because she can't conceive of what she's lost. That's why I wrote her up like that.”

“What about the other parts of the manifesto?” Sandra said.

“That's between Barre Bear and my libeego.”

Magic Shoppe - Genie Bottle

As the door opened, a bell bracketed to the wall rang. "Welcome to the Magic Shoppe," the tall, thin proprietor announced. "How may I help you today?" A man and a woman entered and closed the door behind them.

The man looked at his wife expectantly. She stepped up to the counter and began, “We were wondering if you had anything that might help us with some Halloween costumes were planning to use this year.”

“This is not a costume shoppe,” the proprietor explained. “Although I suppose some of the novelty items here in the front could be used as props. What sort of costumes did you have in mind?”

“Well, Tony's costume won't require any help. He's going to wear an Air Force uniform and I was going to dress up as a genie, like from that old TV show. I was hoping you might have some flash powder or something so that I could ‘appear’ from nowhere like a genie.”

“We were also looking for a good lamp or bottle prop,” Tony added.

“One moment,” the proprietor said and he stepped through a curtain behind the counter. A moment later he returned holding a thin, cobalt blue bottle painted in an Arabian motif. It had a bulbous bottom, a long narrow neck, and mushroom-shaped cork stopper. A decorative gold band on a chain sat on the widest part of the bottle. He handed it to the woman and said, “This should be exactly what you want.”

“Oh, it's beautiful.”

“Wearing the band as a torque will enhance your genie ensemble.” The proprietor explained. “As for smoke...” he pulled the cork stopper off the bottle and a fuchsia colored smoke emitted from the bottle.

“Sold.”

* * *

“Go try on your uniform and I'll put on my costume,” she said as the entered their house.

“Really, Faye? Halloween is two weeks away,” Tony said.

“I want to see how we look in them together. Besides, if you do this, I'll grant you a wish.”

“Ha ha, okay. The uniform is still hanging in the garage, right?” As she nodded, he left the room.

Faye immediately opened the box containing the bottle. The necklace caught her eye. She undid the clasp and it spread open on a hidden hinge. She put it around her neck and closed it hearing the clasp snap. It felt surprisingly comfortable around her neck if a bit heavier than she expected. “I need to go put on the rest of the costume,” she thought as she rushed upstairs.

Tony came out of the garage with his costume on a hanger. It was still wrapped in plastic from the dry cleaner. Seeing the empty box on the table, he hurried upstairs. Leading toward the bed, he saw a trail of Faye's discarded shoes, dress, bra, and hosiery. The adjoining bathroom door was closed and Tony assumed Faye was inside. He took off his clothes. He pulled the plastic off the hanger and put on the uniform.

Finished, he wondered what was taking Faye so long. He knocked on the  bathroom door, “Faye?” There was no response. He knocked again and called out more insistently, “Faye!” He reached for the handle and was relieved it was unlocked as he pushed the door open.

Faye wasn’t there. But, there were obvious signs she had recently been there. The hanger on which her genie costume was normally hung lay on the counter top. On the floor nearby was a discarded pair of panties. Looking around he noticed the genie bottle had rolled into a corner. “Faye?” he called again stepping around the wall to the shower, which was also empty. He picked up the bottle and left the bathroom.

In the bedroom he set the bottle down and began a search starting in the walk-in closet. Leaving the bedroom, he checked the main bathroom and her sewing room: all empty. At the top of the stairs he called down for her to no response. He went downstairs and checked every room. Her car was still in the garage.

Returning to the bedroom, he noticed the bottle again. Something was different about it. Around the wide part of the bottom were a few notches that might hold something in place. There had been a gold band there when the guy at the shoppe had shown them the bottle before. Had someone somehow have kidnapped Faye and stole the gold band as well? That seemed preposterous.

His finger ran along the curved decorations on the cork stopper. It was very tightly shut. He casually pulled on the stopper and it would not budge. He tried more forcefully and there was a loud pop as it pulled free. Purplish, pink smoke burst forth from the open bottle. As quickly as the smoke appeared, it dissipated. A woman with Faye's face but darker complexion stood before him. She was dressed in billowy purple and green silks. Her hair was jet black and straight. Styled with a high ponytail, it reached down to her hips in length. Her head was slightly bowed. Her feet were bare. The round gold band circled her neck. Similar rounded bracelets adorned her arms. Her arms were angled straight out at the shoulders and bent at the elbows back toward her chest where her hands were pressed together, finger to finger vertically just above her ample breasts.

As she looked up, she stared him straight in the eyes and intoned, “I am the genie of the bottle. Thank you, Master, for freeing me. How may I serve you?”

“Faye?”

She lowered her arms slightly and smiled conspiratorially. “That was neat wasn't it. C'mon, ask me for a wish.” And then she straightened back up, hands as before, with a serious expression once again.

“You're a genie?”

“I am.”

“You grant wishes?”

“I do.”

“What kinds of wishes?”

She stepped back and looked about the room. “This is no bedroom for Master.” She held her arms outward and folded her forearms in front of herself so that her hands cupped her opposite elbows. She bobbed her head once. There was a comical ‘boing of a spring’ sound. The room immediately changed. It was larger, maybe three times as large and twice as tall. Wardrobes, chairs, and lounges of varying size and arrangement filled the space. Beautiful rugs – Persian rugs? – delineated which parts of the room went together. A brass bathtub occupied a far corner. The décor was old-Arabian in style. The bed, now a poster bed, was twice the size it had been and was filled with silk covered pillows and linens. Silks hung from the top of the rails connecting the tall posts. “That is much better. Does this please, Master?”

Tony was speechless as he looked around the room. Decorative urns and knickknacks were carefully placed on various tables, benched and side tables.

She took him by the hand and led him toward the tub. She started removing his clothes by hand as she said, “You seem tense, Master. Let me wash you in the bath.” She helped him step into the tub and followed him sitting behind him. With a nod, the tub was instantly filled with not-too-hot water. She sluiced his back and began rubbing his back with a wash cloth.

“Faye?”

“Yes, Master?”

“You don’t think this is weird?”

“That I’ve turned into an actual genie?”

“Yes, that.”

“I suppose it is unusual. But, I love it.”

“You do?”

“I do. I’ve always dreamed of being some kind of magical being. A faerie, a genie, a witch. Anything that can make magic. And now I can.”

“And I’m your master. You’re okay with that?”

“Of course. A genie needs a Master or she’d be stuck in her bottle with no chance to make magic.”

“Did you know this would happen?”

“No. The proprietor of the shoppe must have read my mind.”

“Oh?”

“Yes, while we were there I was hoping I could become a real genie.”

“You never told me this.”

“I thought it was silly and you wouldn’t approve. You do approve, don’t you, Master?”

“I suppose I could get use to this.”

She had washed his arms and chest and was now washing his legs. And as she reached the top of his leg, she ran the washcloth against his cock and balls.

“Master is excited,” she said as his cock stiffened. “May I wash here more intimately?”

“Sure.”

With a nod and a boing, they were both dry and lying on the bed. Her mouth was wrapped around his cock. She pleasured his cock in ways he had never experienced before.

“I’m gonna’ cum,” he warned her.

She continued to pleasure him and he came in her mouth. She drank down all he released. She did not stop until he softened. “Did Master enjoy that?”

“Very much so. You usually don’t swallow.”

“I knew you would prefer that I did. Wasn’t that the right thing to do?”

“Yes. You were great.”

* * *

“I am the genie of the bottle. Thank you, Master, for freeing me. How may I serve you?” She said as her smoky form solidified. Tony had woken up alone in bed and could not find Faye. He only noticed the bottle was sealed by chance.

“Why were you in your bottle?”

“Genies sleep in their bottle.”

“So, you won’t be sleeping with me any more?”

“Only if you command it.”

“I command it.”

“I will sleep with you tonight.”

“Every night.”

“As you wish, Master.”

“Faye, don’t you want to sleep with me?”

“Of course, I do. But, it is no longer my choice.”

“And you’re okay with that.”

“I’m okay with anything Master wants.”

He sighed. “I want you to be the woman I fell in love with.”

“I’m still that woman,” she said. “I’m also a genie. And there are rules.”

“I don’t want rules. I wish we had never gone into that store.”

As the door opened, a bell bracketed to the wall rang. "Welcome to the Magic Shoppe," the tall, thin proprietor announced. "How may I help you today?" A man and a woman stood on the threshold of the store.

“No, I don’t think so, Faye. We’re not going in,” Tony said. “I have a weird feeling about this place.”

“But surely this is the place to find what we are looking for.”

“I just have a bad feeling.”

“Are you sure I can’t help you?” The proprietor asked again.

“Okay,” Faye said. “Let’s leave, Master.”

She winked at the proprietor, who winked back.

It Suits Me: Chapter 18

In Danny's room, I had Libby and Laura reinflate Diana and Sophia. Gerald was kind enough to let the girls come with me. While they did that, I looked for a listening device.

Between puffs, Libby said, “What are you going to do? You can't let Gerald win.”

“Well, that's out of my hands at the moment,” I said. “Just blow them up. Gerald may have won this battle but hopefully the war is still within our grasp.”

Sophia came to life first as Laura finished first. We told her to wait on the explanation of why we weren't in the sorority house. Once Diana was revived we filled the two of them in on the mess we currently were in.

“So while we were concentrating on Maria, Gerald was allowed to do as he pleased,” Diana said.

“Probably why he sent Maria my way in the first place,” I said.

“I still don't understand what the big deal is,” Laura said. “So Gerald controls the Greek Council. Last I checked the Greek Council wasn't a nuclear power or anything. What difference does it make?”

“It's the principle,” Libby said. “Right?”

“Well, the Greek Council Chairman is also allowed to sit in on board of director meetings for the university. I assume that's where his ambitions lie,” Diana said.

“But what kind of mischief could he get into there?”

“Let's focus on the here and now. I need to take control of Diana and Sophia and order Diana to vote as Gerald desires and Sophia to not complain about Diana being controlled. Either that or you get to spend the year as stockings.”

“We aren't stockings now. Can't we just leave?” Sophia said. She got up and headed for the door. Libby and Laura barred the doorway.

“We can't let you leave,” they said in unison.

“Does that answer your question?” I said.

“Just say their control word and get them to step aside.”

“If you do that,” Libby said.

“We will attack,” Laura continued. “Gerald has changed the key phrase.”

“Great.” Diana said.

“I find I need to ask you,” Sophia said. “What will be best for you, Barry?”

My own light programming came to the fore. The other girls nodded as Sophia said it. I was already in control of them. I could just give them orders right now.

“Right, best for me,” I said. “Diana, in the Greek Council, if Gerald tells you he needs you to vote yay or nay on a resolution, you will do as he asks gladly. How you wanted to vote will still be in your mind, but your vote will align with his. This will not bother you in the slightest. You may be fully invested in the outcomes but you will never compare those outcomes to how you voted.

“Girls, how Diana votes in the Greek Council is of no concern to you. You may be fully invested in the outcomes but you will never compare those outcomes to Diana's votes.

“None of you will discuss this with anyone or with each other. Do you all understand?”

There was a half-hearted consensus of yeses.

I opened the door and told the brother who was casually watching the door to go get Gerald.

He arrived faster than I would have expected. “Excellent, Barry.” He said. “I knew you come around. Well, you ladies are free to leave.”

“Go,” I said, pointing at the door. The girls left the room quickly and silently. When they were gone I said, “And Sandra?”

“Insurance. After a few votes and everything seems to be going smoothly, I'll consider letting her leave.”

“How generous.”

“I think you've outstayed your welcome. Please do not return to the House without my personal invitation.”

“Fine by me,” I said and started walking out. No one stopped me. No one spoke to me. And I did not see Danny.

Outside, I could see Libby and Laura walking toward campus and Diana and Sophia toward their sorority house. Maria was walking toward me.

“So, you did it.” She said.

“Did what?”

“Forced Diana to be Gerald's puppet.”

I did not answer.

“I was going to go along with his schemes because it benefited me to get on the Council. Does Diana deserve to be a puppet?”

“Don't get all holier-than-thou on me. You kidnapped my girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend? You've fucked more girls since declaring her your girlfriend then you ever did in your life and she's not one of those people. She isn't your girlfriend any more than I am.”

“That's not fair.”

“Fair? Life's been pretty good to you so far. What are you going to do to fix this?”

“Maria, you aren't able to talk about this subject any more. You can't discuss it with anyone.”

She opened her mouth to say something and nothing came out. Her eyes went wide. Then narrowed in anger. “Fuck you, Barry.” She stormed off.

That made me feel good for a second. Then I felt terrible about it. I have to remember to undo that.

I went to Jessica's dorm. When the door opened Jessica smiled wide, “Barry!” She threw her arms around me. “I wish I could kiss you.” She said as she stepped back. She led me into the room.

“I should tell you what's been going on.”

“Something's going on?”

I sighed and told her everything. She sat silently in the aftermath. Finally, she said, “You have to fix this.”

I bowed my head. “How? If you can tell me how, I'll do it. I don't know how.”

“I don't know either. But this cannot stand. Sandra is stuck as one your love puppets. Diana's mind is probably all fucked up. Maria will probably still seek out revenge. I can't believe she forced me to be kind to her brother. She only had to ask. He's such a good soul.”

I had no words. She looked at me and gave me a hug. We sat there for a few moments before she said, “Can we read my book?”

“It's late.”

“I know. Just a little bit. I love hearing the story when you read it for me.”

I nodded and she kissed me. We kissed for several minutes before she broke contact.

* * *

I woke up a few hours later to her alarm clock. It was Tuesday morning and we shared a bunch of classes. It was late and I had no time to shower. I got dressed on autopilot and left the dorm. It was only at this point when I realized I was not going to meet up with Jessica in class because I was Jessica. I checked myself out again. I was wearing her clothes, carrying her book bag, and outside her dormitory. “Well, Jess, if I go back inside we aren't making it to class on time. I've attended classes as someone else before. You'll get to see how it goes.”

The morning zipped by. I tried to participate in class at a level Jessica would do so. Before long it was lunch time and Annette and Moira, two of Jessica's friends, dragged me to the cafeteria for lunch. We were seated together at a table.

“Haven't seen a lot of you lately?” Annette said to Jessica. “You and Barry getting along well.”

“We're close,” I said.

“How close?” Moira asked. “You weren't around for classes since Thursday.”

“Close,” I said. “We haven't … if that's what you're asking.”

“You've been teasing that boy since the semester began.”

“Ease up on her, Annette,” Moira said. “It's October now. Any plans for Halloween? I'm hoping to find three people to go as a witches' coven.”

“A sexy witches' coven?”

“What other kind of witch costume is there?” Moria laughed.

“You game, Jess?”

“I'll think about it. Probably. If Barry wants to do something as a couple, I might be out,” I said hoping Jess would agree.

“That makes sense.”

Danny approached the table.

“Have you seen Barry?” he asked me.

“No.” It was not a lie. Mostly.

“Everything is all fucked up because of him.”

“He knows.”

“You've seen him.”

“Last night, yeah. He didn't go to any classes this morning. I'm worried about him.”

“Well, if you see him, tell him I need to talk to him.”

“Okay,” I said and Danny left.

“That was kind of rude,” Annette said. “What was that about things being fucked up?”

“Isn't that the guy with the sex doll?” Moira said.

“You know about that?” I said.

“Everyone knows about the frat with the realistic sex doll.”

“Do you really believe some kid in college has a realistic sex doll?” I said hoping to distract Annette from her question.

“I can't believe it's as realistic as they say,” Annette said.

“Yeah, boys tend to exaggerate. And I'm guessing most of them are unfamiliar with what realistic would look like,” I said.

“You're probably right,” Moira said.

“Maybe Sandra will be a witch if I can't,” I said.

“I haven't seen her in a week. Do you know what she's up to?”

“I thought she was with Danny all this time. She hasn't been to our room in a while.”

“Should you report that to someone?”

“I'm sure she'll turn up soon,” I said.

The topic shifted and soon lunch was over. We said goodbye and I went to Jessica's afternoon classes. Afterward, I went back to Jessica's dorm. She had another fifty pages to read in the book so I sat on her bed and read to her since I figured she would not want me to restore her and then turn her back into a body stocking again later.

When we reached the end of the assigned material, I took her off and restored her. When she animated I said, “How was your day?”

“Funny. You did pretty good being me all day.”

“Thanks.”

As we were studying, Danny knocked on the dorm room door. He was a bit frantic. “Gerald stole Sandra. I don’t know what to do.”

“I don’t know either, Danny,” I said. “Is there any way you can do something within the fraternity to influence Gerald?”

“He’s the chapter president. Short of someone else getting elected, my hands are tied. And our election was Monday. He ran unopposed. I can’t wait a year.”

“I’m sorry. There’s nothing I can do for Sandra.”

Danny left in a huff.

The next few days were mostly uneventful compared to Monday. I restored all the other dolls’ humanity. Ken seemed to enjoy the sex a lot. The last person I had to deal with was Roxie.

Roxie answered the door and hurried me in. Sitting in the living room were Diana, Sophia, and Sandra.

“Sandra,” I exclaimed.

“It's October. You set me free at the end of the month.”

“It’s October third.”

“Well, I didn't know it was October at all until midday today. But as soon as I knew I could move again.”

“Where did Gerald have you? Are you alright?”

“I'm fine. He had me in a cupboard in his office. It took me a while to sneak out of the frat house. I was in the backyard when Sophia spotted me. She suggested I should come here as it might be safer than my dorm room.”

“Good thinking.”

“You will not believe this – well maybe you will – Gerald is like you. He has unusual abilities.”

I stared at her slack-jawed.

“He can't transform anyone, that I know of. He can see through other people's eyes. If he has a hair or something, I think, from someone, he can observe what they see and perhaps hear from his comfy office chair.

“I heard him from my storage spot muttering to himself about plans to blackmail various people. For example, he knows about a professor who is dating a student.”

“That's how he knew what our plans were.”

There was a momentary pause as what I said sank in.

“What does knowing this do for us?” Sophia asked.

“Well, we don't feel so bad for being played. But other than that. Not much.”

“More importantly, what does Sandra escaping do for us?” Diana said. “You can undo what you did now. It was under duress. Now you can fix it.”

“He could be listening in right now.”

“He probably is since he probably knows I escaped.”

“Does he see and hear what his target is seeing and hearing or is just visual or just auditory?”

“Or other senses,” Roxie added. “What if he feels what you feel and you're fucking?”

I laughed. “Whatever gets his rocks off isn't the issue.”

Sandra said, “I'm not really sure how much he experiences. I wonder if it's like the VR experience of being worn as a bodysuit.”

“How much time did he spend zoning out in his chair?”

“A lot,” Sandra said. “He would do something that I couldn't see and then the room would be quiet for a while. And then I'd hear him move and he'd get up and walk around before the room would go quiet again.”

“So he's not immune to circulation problems due to sitting still too long,” Diana said.

“Anything else?”

“Occasionally he would fail to reach people and curse your name so I figure he can't connect to us when we are dolls. Have you made any bodysuits recently?”

“Well, that could have been when Diana and Sophia were dolls. Checking up on them is probably something he would do.”

“When would he have gotten our hair?”

“I'm sure you haven't been meticulous about making sure no one has your hair.”

“No.”

“He probably got mine when I first spoke to him. He did touch my shoulder. I doubt I would have noticed if he picked up a stray hair,” I said.

“Best case, he's just clairvoyant and can see what we see maybe also hear. Worst case, he experiences life as if inside us and has access to our memories. And his only limitation is time and access to stray hairs.”

There was a short silence.

“You have to turn us into dolls,” Diana said.

“All of you?”

“If there's a chance he cannot possess us when we are dolls then we cannot retaliate unless you turn us into dolls.”

The others were nodding. “We don't know that for sure.”

“We could even be made bald and wear wigs so he can't get any more hairs.”

“What?” I said. “Now that's a bit extreme. What's the goal of this exercise?”

“Getting you to doll Gerald and command him not to use his power any more,” Sophia said.

“What gives us the right to do that?” Roxie said.

“Knowing that if he isn't stopped now, no one will ever stop him.” Diana said.

Ted's Dolls 27: Mary

If you haven't read any of the Ted's Dolls stories before, you should read Ted's Dolls 1: Jane before reading this one. Mary was last seen in Ted's Doll 10: Edwin.

She typed with a precision that belied her inner turmoil. The post she was crafting was supposed to put her heart out there for all to see. The friendship forum would be where everyone who knew her anonymous user name would sympathize with her. Perhaps they would have useful advice, too.

“Hey, Edwin, how’s it going?” Freddy said as he entered Edwin’s room. He put his hand on Candace’s thigh and said, “You are looking lovely as well, Doll.”

“She hates it when you touch her.”

“I know. But it doesn’t mean anything. It’s not like I was groping her.”

“If you know if bothers her, why do you do it?”

“Why do I do half the things I do?”

The door opened and Mary entered. She seemed to immediately notice something was up with Freddy. “What did he do now?”

“I’m stung.”

“Just his usual antics.”

“Ugh,” Mary said. She interposed herself between Freddy and the doll and said, “Good evening, Candace.”

The doll named Candace made no response to any of this.

“What are we studying first?” Edwin asked to cut the tension.

“English Lit? Cyrano to be specific.” Freddy said, sitting down and getting out a book.

“What’s to study? Didn’t you read the book?”

“I watched the movie.”

Mary’s and Edwin’s eyes rolled in tandem.

A few hours later, Mary said she was tired and excused herself. She was not far from her own room when Freddy’s hand was on her shoulder. “Wait,” he said. She whirled around and was about to verbally cut him down when he continued. “What’s the matter? You look like you’re not right.”

“What?” She said, not expecting empathy from Freddy.

“Do you need to talk?”

As much as she wanted to believe this was Freddy trying to get into her pants, she did need to talk. She turned and opened the door to her room. She stepped in and held the door open for Freddy.

Tentatively, he followed her into her room. Her room was less goth than her clothing usually was. There were a few posters for some old punk bands. But the bedding was browns and golds, not blacks and grays as he would have expected. There were three porcelain dolls dressed in mid-19th century clothing on a shelf above her bed. While they could have been straight out of a horror film, they seemed too well maintained for that vibe to stick.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen the inside of your room.”

“As it should be,” she said. She pointed him to the desk chair as she sat at the edge of her bed. After a short awkward pause, she blurted out, “What?”

“What what? I thought you needed someone to listen to you. So, talk.”

“You don’t usually make yourself out to be the listening type.”

“Because people who do get their ears talked off. But, this is a special occasion. You usually have everything put together but I think that’s turned into a facade. So talk.”

Neither spoke for several minutes. She was staring at him like he had been replaced by a pod person. He just waited patiently. “I miss Candace,” Mary finally said, breaking the silence.

“You attend almost all the same classes as she does. You eat lunch together. How do you miss Candace?”

“We used to spend time together, long hours together, on weekends.”

“Ah, and now she spends her weekends with Edwin.”

Mary looked at the floor for a moment before whispering, “Yes.”

Freddy let that linger.

“It’s not that I don’t want her and Edwin to be together. But does it have to the entire weekend without seeing anyone else?”

“So, you don’t like that she chooses to be a doll all weekend.”

“I guess.”

“You could do the same thing and maybe the weekends without her wouldn’t be so long.”

“I don’t want to be a doll.”

“I’m fairly certain you haven’t tried it.”

“Don’t get ideas.”

“These old ideas? Pshh. I’ve got ideas you can’t even dream of.”

“Why are you a jerk?”

“Practice,” he said. “Look, maybe talk to Ted. You don’t have to be a sex toy doll. Ted does other kinds of dolls. From what I understand, time as a doll is very relaxing, with or without sex. Maybe it would give you a chance to see what it’s like for her.”

“I never expected you to be helpful.”

“I’m probably not. Most folks would probably tell you to talk to Candace.”

“I can’t talk to her. I don’t want her to feel bad.”

“And in my brilliance I knew you would say that.” He stood. “I’ve put a couple ideas into your head. My work here is done. I’ll have my office assistant send you an invoice for this house call.”

Her eyes rolled again.

*

Ted looked up. Had he heard a knock on his door? He got up and opened the door. “Can I help you? It’s a little late to be a rental.”

“What?” Mary said. “No, um, I don’t want to be rented or to rent for that matter. But, about being a doll. Can I ask you something?”

“Sure, you’re Mary right? Friend of Candace and Edwin?” He held the door open so she could enter.

“Yes.” She wasn’t sure what she was expecting. Rumors on campus said the president of Eta Delta Tau could often be found in Ted’s dorm room posed in all manner of rude poses. But, on the other side of the threshold was just a dorm room with a single occupant. She stepped in and saw the couch but decided not to sit there. A dozen or more milk crates were stacked along the other wall. They seemed to be filled with various sets of clothes and shoes..

The door closed and Ted walked back to his desk as sat down. He turned to look at her and said, “What do you want to know?”

She was relieved by his direct attitude. “Why? Why do people spent time as dolls?”

“I suppose because they enjoy it. I wouldn’t have all those crates filled with people’s clothes if they didn’t enjoy it.”

“It must be so boring.”

“Well, as a doll, they kind of think like a doll so just existing is kind of their purpose. The sex dolls of course enjoy the sex as well. Why haven’t you asked Candace about this?”

“I don’t want to pry into her relationship with Edwin. That’s not my business.”

“There are other people you could talk to. Do you want me to ask some of my regulars if they’ll talk with you?”

“Don’t you know?”

“Actually, I’ve never spent any time as a doll. I just know people like doing it.”

“How do you sell a service you don’t enjoy employing yourself?”

“By knowing who wants to be a doll and who doesn’t.”

“How do you know that?”

“I just do. You’re hard to read. I can usually tell by looking at someone whether they would enjoy a few hours, or more, as a doll. It’s part of the gift that gives me my powers.”

“I should go.”

“No, no. The easiest way to find out why people become dolls would be to become a doll yourself.”

“I’m not here for sex.”

“No, and I don’t mean a doll like that. I think you would enjoy being a small doll. Perhaps old fashioned.”

“Like a porcelain doll?”

“Yes, it would go with your goth vibe, too. Although I don’t have any doll clothes to dress you up in. I can turn people into a dolls but only naked dolls.”

“I have doll clothes in my room.”

“When you’re ready, bring them by and I’ll turn you into a doll and set you on that shelf right there.”

“I’ll be right back.”

“As you like.”

She got up and left. In her room, she took the dress off one of her dolls. Before she returned to Ted’s room, she looked at the question she had posted earlier. All the advice was to talk to her friend, to see if she could enjoy the friend’s hobby with her, or to find a new best friend. Freddy had been better than this advice. She returned to Ted’s room with the doll-sized dress.

Ted opened the door for her and handed her an empty crate. “If you’re ready, go into the bathroom and take your clothes off. Put them and any jewelry you are wearing in the crate. Piercings are safe,” he added noting her eyebrow stud. “Let me know when you are ready and I’ll start the process.”

“Okay,” she said and went into the bathroom. She guessed the fact that he had people in his bathroom so often was why it was sparkling clean. She tried not to think about how she was getting naked in someone’s room as she took her clothes off. She found a plastic bag in the crate labeled shoes. He had thought of everything. Or maybe his dolls had made requests. Soon, she was looking at herself in the mirror. As much as she usually loathed looking at her reflection, especially when it was unclothed, she felt fine now.

“Are you ready?”

She was startled by his voice. She had almost forgotten where she was. “Yes.”

“You want to remain a doll until Sunday evening, right?”

“That sounds okay.”

“Okay, here goes. 3… 2… 1…”

That was dramatic, she thought. Almost instantly, she could not see herself. The doll was looking at the door of the vanity, about a foot off the ground. It had heard the transformation takes time and had thought it would be able to see it happen. Sometimes rumors are wrong.

Time passed and Doll did not mind. The door to the bathroom opened and Owner bent down and picked up Doll. “FYI, that took about forty minutes. From your point of view, it seemed instantaneous. It wasn’t.” He picked up the dress from the counter and left the bathroom. He spent a few minutes getting Doll into the dress before setting it down on the shelf as Owner had told Doll he would.

Doll watched as Owner retrieved the milk crate and stacked it among the other crates. Owner sat down at his computer and from Doll’s perspective, it could see Owner was playing the latest computer role-playing game that was all the rage these days.

Over time, people showed up to the dorm room carrying large sacks. Owner would accept the sacks and ask the Renters a few questions. After they left, Owner would carry the sack into the bathroom. Then Owner would come out and grab one of the crates and leave it in the bathroom as well. Once Owner was out of the bathroom Owner folded the sack and put it on a pile of them Doll had not noticed before.

Owner’s phone rang. “Hello, slut,” he said.

“You don’t need to tell me you won’t be stopping by.

“Yes, we’re dating. But, we aren’t joined at the hip.

“Fine, I’ll make it up to you as only I can.”

Owner hung up. Doll presumed the call had come from Paris. Why did she let Owner call her a slut? Although, the rumors about her were not very flattering. Still, it’s a nasty word, Doll thought.

By the end of the evening only a few crates were still unclaimed.

Owner resumed his game after most doll returns. Occasionally Owner would enter a note into another program after a doll was returned. His phone rang and he seemed surprised when Owner saw who was calling. “Hey, Richard, what’s up?” Owner said.

“What? That’s not possible.”

“I’ll be right there,” Owner said. He hung up and left immediately.