Ted's Dolls 49: Vivian

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

Freddy first appeared in TD10. Her alter ego first came into existence in the last sentence of TD48.

Strands of hair clung to her face. Annoyed, she tried to push then aside with her hands but her hair was sandwiched between her head and the pillow. She opened her eyes and was surprised that hadn’t been a dream. Looking left and right, there was no one else in her bed. Of the walls she could see, this was definitely her dorm room. She started to roll over and felt her modest sized breasts shift a bit as she turned her chest downward.

“Tits?”

She was wearing a nightgown she’d never seen before. She checked the shape of her body manually and found it a lot different than she remembered. She got up and found out she was actually taller than when he went to sleep. She opened the wardrobe cabinet and found a woman standing in the room the mirror gave her a glimpse of. She was tall and lithe with a model’s figure. Her face was unfamiliar and her hair was wavy and ginger in color. She had freckles.

“I’m a woman?” Freddy said. “I sound like a woman, too.” She shucked the nightgown and examined what she looked like. “I’m gorgeous.” She grabbed her breasts and pressed them close together. “Nice. Not too big. Not too small. A little sensitive.”

Emily had done this to me, she thought. She looked around as if Emily might still be here quietly watching. She’d assumed she wasn’t. She did spot a school ID sitting on her desk with a piece of paper under it.

It was Emily’s ID and the paper had a hand written note. “You’re basically Jane shaped. You can find her clothes in my room. She isn’t using them till we find her. I don’t think she’d mind you borrowing them. Return my ID to me later. I’ll be gone most of the weekend. Find me at the sorority tomorrow night. Emily.”

“I didn’t ask for this, Emily,” she said for no reason. She grabbed the nightgown and put it back on. Had Emily made a nightgown? “Damn. I was wearing my lucky T-shirt. Did she turn it into this nightgown?” Or was the T-shirt far luckier than she’d ever thought because it had been a part of her transformation.

She had a pair of flip flops that were too big for her and looked too worn for her new gorgeous state. She put them on and stepped out into the hallway. Emily’s room was only six doors down. Easy-peasy.

As she reached the door to Emily’s dorm room she was about to swipe the ID card when a familiar voice said, “There’s no one there.”

She swiped the door and opened it. “Come inside, Mary. You’ll want to hear the story I tell you.”

“Who are you? I’ve never seen you on campus before.”

Standing in the room, she looked back at Mary. “I’ll close the door with you on the other side if you don’t come in.”

Mary looked up and down the empty corridor before stepping inside.

“Who am I? Good question. Do you think Cinnamon is too retro? Or maybe Maeve?”

“You don’t know your name?”

“I haven’t picked one yet.”

“Why are you going through Jane’s closet?”

“I need clothes. These will fit me.”

“You are her height and general build. Where did you get Jane’s ID?”

“I didn’t. I have Emily’s ID. She left it in my room this morning.”

“Who are you?”

She sighed. “I should probably explain what happened to me yesterday after we studied last night.”

“We didn’t study together last night.”

“Oh, we did, Mary. We studied English literature and actually argued about themes in Bram Stoker’s Dracula and Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein.”

“I would remember if I’d seen you during that discussion. Which, incidentally was loud enough, thanks to Freddy, that I’m sure people up and down the fifth floor heard us.”

“Yeah, that Freddy is a strange one. I bet he secretly has Ted turn him into a doll so he can experience what it’s like to be a woman during sex.”

Mary looked at the woman in front of her again. She didn’t look anything like Freddy. And yet.

“There we go. You’re thinking it. And you’re right. So, what do you think would be a good name? Frieda or Edie are too similar to my other name.”

“You’re Freddy?”

“I think we established I’m not Freddy. Not without Emily’s help.”

“What the hell happened to you? You were with Emily?”

“Which of these is me? Emily said I was Jane’s shape. But colors that work with Jane’s dark hair won’t work for my current hair and complexion.” She held a cinched waist dress in teal up and then she switched to a white tank top with pink stripes and a wraparound denim skirt.

“I need to sit,” Mary said.

“I think the dress comes off faster if I’m in a hurry.” She put the top and skirt back in the closet and pulled the dress over her head. After adjusting the sleeves she turned around and said, “Can you get the zipper for me?”

“Are you going to explain what’s going on?”

“When I’m dressed and we’re walking to the cafeteria. Shoes!! I forget I need shoes. Black goes with everything, right?”

“Freddy wouldn’t ask me about color matching?”

“True. Do you know if Edwin and Candace are going to go eat?”

“I’ll text them. I think I’ve journeyed through to the other side of being gobsmacked. If they’re with us, I’ll get to enjoy experiencing it again through them.”

“That’s the spirit.”

* * *

“Emily can do this?” Candace said.

“If she didn’t, there’s a mischievous fairy on the loose.”

“I have no trouble with this. You seem comfortable in your freckled, though otherwise perfect, skin,” Edwin said pointing at the red haired woman. “I can’t believe Freddy spent the evening with Emily helping her face her fears.”

“I can believe that part,” Mary said. “I’m just jealous of how thin and tall she is.”

“Emily said she just copied Jane’s figure for me. Were you jealous of Jane?”

“I’m not a close friend of Jane. I know you. Or I thought I did.”

“You need a name,” Candace said.

“Yes, I do.”

“I should be mad at you, too,” Candace said. “When I was trying to get Edwin to notice me, you made it sound like you never rented a doll.”

“Because they were too expensive. I’ve never rented a doll.”

“You even made it sound like you disapproved of whoever was giving themselves to Edwin.”

“No, he joked about it a lot,” Edwin said. “But you did pretend to be jealous I was receiving a doll.”

“Maybe he wished it had been him.”

“Maybe,” she said. She gave Edwin a wink and formed her lips in an exaggerated kissy-faced shape.

“Back off,” Candace said with a laugh.

“I had been a doll maybe ten times when Candace started doing it. I considered confessing to you guys then. But, I couldn’t.”

“You’re free and easy about it now.”

“I’m a woman now. Why would turning into a female doll be unusual now?”

“I think you’re a Rebecca.”

“Perhaps. I’m not sure.”

“Well, you should decide soon. Especially if you plan to get laid. They don’t always remember in the morning. But, they usually remember to at least ask the night before,” Candace said. When they all looked at her, she added, “Or so I’ve heard.”

“Yeah. I don’t think I can do coy.”

“You guys finally get rid of Freddy?” A guy said as he and a buddy walked by.

“You know it,” Edwin said. “Fucking pervert.”

“Isn’t he? Bet he wouldn’t know what to do with a woman.”

“But you do?” The redhead said.

“Absolutely,” he said confidently until he noticed she was blatantly checking him out. “No complaints.”

“That either means you only date insecure women or no women. There’s always something to complain about,” she said.

“I’ve got to go.”

“At least, he didn’t ask for your name,” Mary said.

“The way you shut him down was top tier mean girl. How long have you been a woman?” Candace said.

“I’m not sure. We fell asleep after six this morning, I think.”

“Heyyyy,” Emily said as she bee-lined straight for their table and gave the redhead a hug. “I guess you’re okay with this.”

“Here’s your ID card,” she said reaching into what little cleavage she had.

“No, hold onto it. You probably only took this beautiful dress. I don’t think I ever saw her wear this.”

“Who is this, Emily?” Paris said.

“What’s your name?”

She laughed. “I haven’t picked one yet.”

“This is what happens when Freddy gives aid and comfort to a wizard,” Edwin said.

“You turned Freddy into a woman?” Paris said evenly. As shocked as she was, her face didn’t portray it.

“Not so loud.”

“You turned a man into a woman?”

“Alert the media. Call Ted. Make sure my therapist in on the CC line.”

“Emily, I’m sorry. But you know this is extremely unusual.”

“Yeah, I’m told that but I’m not really feeling it.”

“Well, I don’t have to alert Ted. You know we’re meeting him for breakfast.”

“You were meeting him. I was just along for the walk.”

“I missed something?” Ted said and gave Paris a kiss.

“Take a good look at the redhead,” Paris said.

“Most guys would see that as a girlfriend trap.”

“Just do it.”

After a moment he said, “Why is Freddy a woman, Emily?”

“Why do you assume it was me?” She only managed a straight face for a few second and laughed. “You know exactly why.”

“No, I can easily hazard a guess as to why it isn’t completely out of left field for Freddy to have wanted to look like that. I have no idea why it has actually happened.”

“I cast a spell on her. It worked.”

“I’m good, Ted.”

“It’s basically permanent. You’re a woman until she changes you back.”

“If she changes me back.”

Ted shook his head. “In that case, I will go with you to the Dean when you have your ID changed. What’s your name?”

“Vivian.”

“Are you kidding?” Candace said. “That time you just decided?”

“I had a feeling that would be how it went,” she said. “Yes. When Ted asked, I suddenly knew I would be Vivian.”

“You weren’t Vivian before.”

“She hadn’t decided,” Mary said. “She was considering Cinnamon earlier.”

“That was a joke.”

“We should eat. It’s a three hour drive ahead of us,” Ted said to Emily and Paris. “Good luck, Vivian.”

“Tell Emily she can tell us the story,” Paris said.

“She can tell you anything she’s comfortable telling,” Vivian said.

“Raid the closet so you can give me back my ID tomorrow night,” Emily said.

“I’ll get these two to help me.”

“Us?” Candace and Mary said.

“Mostly Candace for the colors. Mary for the styles.”

“And what will I do?” Edwin said.

“Be the big strapping man to carry the clothes to my room for me.”

 * * *

While they were in the hallway moving frequently between the room, Vivian was asked a few times why she seemed to be moving into Freddy’s room, or why wasn’t Freddy here when his door was propped open. One by one, she explained she had been Freddy yesterday. While this usually caused them to ask a few additional questions, no one seemed to think this was completely impossible. Most of them just assumed Ted had something to do with it and neither she nor her friends corrected those assumptions.

“Why did you tell them it was Ted?” Mary asked the first time.

“I didn’t. They assumed and I didn’t correct them.”

“Fine, why the lie of omission?”

“Ted can tell people, ‘No,’ and stick with that decision. I don’t think Emily is there and I wouldn’t want her put on the spot by someone hoping she’d cast a spell on them.”

“Are you sure you were Freddy last night?” Candace said.

“Yes. Didn’t I help Mary when she was missing spending time with you? You guys should know me better than that.”

“Candace is just busting your chops,” Edwin said. “Like friends do.”

She wiped under her eyes. “I hits differently now.”

“Did I make you cry? Oh, no. I’m so sor… and you’re grinning at me. Fine. You got me.”

His three friends left to do what they had been planning to do on Saturday that didn’t involve raiding a closet. As she arranged the closet she noticed a fancy dress. It was red and definitely designed to be worn at a red carpet event. Why did Jane have such a fancy dress? The material felt amazing. Vivian took it off the hanger and found a pair of shoes in a bag attached to the hanger.

The heels weren’t super high though they were high enough to make her worry about falling. She put the dress on and it fit like a glove. It had be tailored for Jane’s body, which Vivian now shared. She slipped her feet into the shoes and they were tailored to her feet. She nearly twisted her ankle walking over to the mirror.

It was stunning. She couldn’t help herself she turned sideways, turned backwards and looked at it over her shoulder, made smiling and pouty faces. She grabbed her phone and took a few mirror selfies. As she was swiping through the pics it occurred to her that pics like this needed sharing.

She created a PicMeNow account in her new name and posted a few of the images. As she finished posting the third one, people had already seen the first pic and had liked it. Some of them began following her account. It was unreal. Before she turned completely into an influencer wannabe, a DM arrived. It was from a guild Freddy was in for her favorite online game. They were doing a raid and wanted to know if Lady Montague was available. «Two minutes,» she sent back. She removed the dress and hung it back up on the hanger. She would pull the plastic protection bag over it after she logged out.

Vivian didn’t think about how show would sound in the chat channel. She opened the game and logged in. She put on her headphones and jumped into the guild live channel. “Hey, gang. Lady Montague has arrived?”

“Who is this?” Rotoroto said.

“Anyone know this chick?” Clive353 said.

“No clue, Big C.”

“Who are you?”

“I said I was Lady Montague,” Vivian said.

“Someone have your balls in a vice Monty? You sound nothing like so-call-Lady Montague.”

“She sounds better than Monty. I say we keep her,” MyFavSailorIsSaturn said.

“Thanks, Saturn. I think.”

“Seriously. Where’s Freddy?”

“That’s a long story, Dave. Trust me. I’m Lady Montague. I received the text for the raid and I answered the call.”

“Okay,” Dave said. “I’m not quite convinced. But we have no high level sorcerer but the Lady.”

“Post a pic of you in front of the guild hall screen, Monty.”

“Yeah, we’ve seen Freddy. Are you an improvement?”

“I do believe I am. Are we going to raid or do I have five minutes?”

“Let’s start. Some of us have been waiting for twenty minutes already.”

“Fine. Pic before you log out, Monty.”

“On my honor as a Lady.”

“Damn, Monty talks like that.”

“He does.”

The raid started and once they were in the heat of battle, Lady Montague performed as she always did. Forty minutes later they were back at the guild hall having defeated the latest set piece in the game.

“I have to say.”

“Because you’re a pompous ass.”

“That too. But, I have to say, I was expecting some AI voice program to fail as your rig was pushing frames, Monty.”

“If you thought that, you probably think this is AI as well,” Vivian said. She sent a link to her new PicMeNow account.

Three distinct wolf whistles followed.

“Damn, girl. You fine.”

“Definitely an improvement.”

“How do you already have four thousand followers?”

“What?” She checked the account. There were over a hundred DMs. She’d look at them later.

“You got a streaming channel? You would make bank.”

“I never thought of that,” Vivian said.

“Sign me up.”

“I’ll set one up and post invites here.”

“Can’t wait.”

She received a handful of in-game DMs. She read the one from the guild master, Dave. “Are you going to tell me what’s up? I’ll keep it private. I just don’t want the guild shut down if you’re violating the terms of service.”

She sent back. “You have my phone number.”

Her phone rang. “Hi, Dave.”

“This is the most amazing prank, Freddy.”

“I wish it was. Long story short, I was Freddy. I go by Vivian now. Although I might hold that back in the guild chat.”

“You’re trans?”

“That’s harder to explain. Do you remember when I told you about real magic?”

“That agai… No way. I thought that was just people turning into sex toys.”

“Different wizard.”

“Dude! Sorry, I should have said, Babe! Freddy is constantly saying off-color things, borderline misogyny stuff. Why are you a woman?”

“Like I know myself. I mean, I know about the magic. And I know how the wizard reached the conclusion I would want to be a woman. But, why did Freddy desire becoming a woman? I barely understand and I was Freddy. As much as I enjoy hanging out with you, I’m not having a therapy session with you, Dave.”

“Fair. I hope you find the new you an improvement.”

“Thanks.”

“So, what’s it like?”

“I’m still a person. Nothing is really different.”

“You know that’s bullshit. Freddy is mildly handsome. You are a knockout. What’s it like turning heads when you walk in a room?”

“Okay. Fine. I’ll say I now understand why some hot girls get the idea in their heads that their asses never stink.”

“Wow. I can’t talk much longer. If anyone gives you any grief and you want to kick them, I’ll back you. I have already received a few messages asking if I had revoked your extra authority in the guild.”

“Thanks, Dave. I knew you loved me.”

“A love that is completely platonic. So, it just occurred to me. Have you told your mother?”

“Crap.”

“I wish I could listen in on that conversation. Take care, Miss Montague.”

* * *

She was replying to the nicer guys liking her posts when there was a knock on her door. “Come in.”

Edwin entered. “You look engrossed.”

“I created a PicMeNow account. It’s blowing up.”

“Let me see. Woah. Jane had that in her closet?”

“She was a fashion model.”

“She is a fashion model.”

“Oh, I didn’t mean that.”

“She isn’t here. It’s okay. Eighteen thousand followers?”

“In three hours. The image went viral. The designer of the dress sent me a private message. I told him I knew Jane and it was fine. He was just happy to see his dress again.”

“Is that an actual account for Billy Bodene?”

“It appears to be. And I got messages from a couple other mid-level celebs.”

“Well, I hate to drag you away from your fans. But, we’re headed to the cafe, you coming?”

“Sure. I need to get away from all the posts asking for tit pics or worse.”

“Seriously?”

“I’ve seen far too many pics of dicks tonight. The funny part is the number of them that were the exact same pic.”

“Guys must be sharing their dick with one another.”

“I feel like I didn’t get the full male experience, now.”

“Too late?”

“For now. I don’t expect to ask Emily to change me back.”

“Really? You’re sure already.”

“No. I’m not sure at all. I’ll know after I accept the invitation to go on a date with a guy I will inevitably go on.”

“Do you like guys?”

“I don’t know. I’m not even sure I was ever really attracted to women either.”

“Freddy was straight? Or bi?”

“I might have been ace.”

“But, you spent time as a doll, a female doll, to have… to get… to get fucked.”

“I’m proud of you, Edwin. I wasn’t sure you’d say ‘fucked.’”

“Have sex wasn’t the right word. And who says get laid? Still, you’re dodging the question.”

“I thought experience with sex was important considering Freddy’s reputation. But, when I went to Ted, he said he didn’t have any need for a male doll that night. When I said, how about a female doll, he said he always needs one or two. This was before the app. I figured, why not?

“I liked it,” she continued. “I don’t know what I liked more: the feelings or the people watching.”

“What?”

“When you’re a doll, you’re detached.”

“Yes.”

“As a doll, I always focused on the guy’s face. I was fascinated by the faces people make when they orgasm. That made me go back over and over. I don’t actually look at porn. I wasn’t excited by the guys’ dicks. Boobs are just boobs.” She puts her hands under her boobs. She lifted them and let them drop. “Even having them hasn’t made them any more interesting.”

“So why not change back when see Emily tomorrow night?”

“There’s no rush. I don’t miss being a guy. And, I’m curious about being in situations as a woman that will be different than the same situation as a man.”

They were in the cafeteria. Candace rushed up to them and gave Edwin a hug. “What’s so engrossing? You two were talking so intently, you were walking at a snail’s pace.”

“I’ll tell you later,” Edwin said. “Unless Vivian shares at the table.”

After dinner, Vivian said she wanted to stay behind to talk about an assignment with a classmate. When she was sure her friends were gone, she sat down at a table with a few guys still eating.

“Hi, Joel, Mitch, Toby.”

“Hello, do we know you?”

“I know who she is,” Joel said.

“Fill us in.”

“That’s up to her.”

“I’m Vivian. I had a sudden makeover so you might not recognize me.”

“Well, I’m pleased to meet you even we’ve met before,” Toby said. He reached out and they shook hands.

Mitch caught glances Joel and Vivian were exchanging. “Do you want us to leave?”

“Up to you,” she said. “I’ll give you a clue. When Ted cut you guys off from his dolls, and after Mitch took up the slack, Joel came to me for some advice.”

“Advice about what?”

“He wanted to know what it was like to be a female doll and he had overheard me and Ted talking about it.”

“You spoke to a woman about that, Joel?” Mitch said. “I thought you spoke to… Freddy?”

“No longer.”

“You’re Fr-- you used to be Freddy?”

“Yes.”

“How?”

“I’m not at liberty to say. But, you knew before I got here,” she said, turning to Joel.

“I had heard a rumor and I saw someone unfamiliar eating with Mary and Candace. It wasn’t like you were hiding it.”

“You’re Freddy?” Toby said.

“Please keep up,” Joel said.

“So, Freddy used to become a doll…”

“A female doll.”

“A female doll. And you knew this so you asked him about it before I asked you take a turn as the doll,” Mitch said.

“Yes.”

“And now you want to become a woman, too?” Toby said.

“I think now we could use a bit of privacy,” Vivian said.

“Sure, sure,” Mitch said. “C’mon, Toby. They want to have a girl talk. And the less we’re involved with Emily the better.”

Joel was going to say something but Vivian touched his hand and shook her head.

Mitch’s eyes went wide and he rushed Toby and himself away from the table.

“You don’t have to,” Joel said.

“What was he saying about Emily?”

“I’m not at liberty to say. And it’s mostly Mitch’s thing. She asked him to return a favor. We’re helping deal with the aftermath of her… troubles.”

“Funny. I became this because I helped her with some of her troubles as well.”

“You really don’t have to do...”

“I know. I don’t have to do anything,” she said. “But, you were staring at me the whole time I was at the other table.”

“I was shocked.”

“You think I wasn’t?”

Joel laughed. “You aren’t going to tell me anything.”

“Maybe afterward.”

“You don’t have…”

“A promise is a promise. And maybe I want to.”

“We were joking.”

“Perhaps. Sure, we didn’t think there a snowball’s chance in hell either of us would collect. But, a deal’s a deal. I have my own room. Let’s go.”

“Pushy.”

“Curious.”

They continued to dance around a topic about which only they were privy to the details as they walked back to Vivian’s room. When they got in, Vivian removed her top immediately. She was wearing a lacy red corseted bra underneath.

“One last time, you don’t have to keep our deal.”

“We promised one another if either of us became an actual woman, the other would get first crack at sex with her. Now, get undressed, I’m horny.”

“Fine, fine. You wore that to the cafeteria?” He said as she removed her skirt revealing that the top was lingerie, a red lacy teddy style bodysuit.

“I said I was horny. Now shut up and fuck me,” she said. She cradled his neck in her hands and pulled his face close to hers. It was a sweet kiss, full of exploration. They were sitting on the bed when they came up for air.

“I have a confession.”

“You’re leaving me already?”

“No. I knew exactly who were. I think you’ve forgotten that I’m in your guild, Lady Montague.”

She laughed. “I did. You don’t play often.”

“I missed your raiding debut, I guess. But, the Discourz server blew up afterward.”

“I bet it did.”

“And so did your PicMeNow posts. There were over thirty thousand likes on that red dress pic when I showed it to Mitch.”

“Oh, my. I could open a ForFans and we could probably get one hundred bucks a pop for a sex vid.”

“I hope you’re joking.”

“For now. I’ll save it for Billy Bodine.”

“You can do better than that hack.”

“You?”

“Vivian, there are two reasons I’ve been saying you don’t have to. One, the promise was just a joke. I would not and will not hold you to that promise. And, two, you are fucking gorgeous. I am a little intimidated.”

“Are you kidding?”

“No. You’re out of my league. I can admit that. You really should come to grips with the fact that you aren’t just an average woman.”

“So, I should be stuck up and not have sex with you.”

“I didn’t say that,” he said with a laugh. “But, I won’t be hurt if you decide you’ve changed your mind either.”

“One thing that hasn’t changed about me is being decisive. We are fucking. Right here, right now. Whip it out.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”