A teaser. This is a companion set of images for the story that will appear here this Saturday. It's a Magic Shoppe story. Nothing is really spoiled here. Be sure to look back at this when you know who they are.
2025-02-18 05:00:01 +0000 UTC View PostNaomi snuffed out her cigarette. She rarely took more than a few drags from one. She just liked holding it. And it allowed her to take breaks outside. She still had a few minutes on her break and she wasn’t going to waste a second of it even if it was a hot, sticky summer night.
How had she ended up here? It was a frequently recurring thought. No friends, no money, no prospects. She had thought being a stripper would get her all the money she needed to pay for her mother’s operation. It hadn’t. She was still in debt. And her mother had died a few months later. That was four years ago. She figured another three years working in this dive would get her to zero debt.
Then what?
Would she have to keep stripping? She’d be thirty-four by then. She had no job skills beyond pole dancing and stroking the male ego, and stroking other male things. At least, she wasn’t a total whore, she told herself. She’d never taken money to be penetrated. This also meant she hadn’t been penetrated in several years. Anyone who would ask her on a date would expect her to put out on the first date. And she wasn’t that kind of gal.
Pride?
She had to hold onto something given she had nothing else.
Her boss poked his head out the back door and she made it look like she had already been heading inside. He told her she was on next. She sat in front of a mirror and touched up her lip gloss and face paint. One had to look ridiculous to milk the most money from the simps who frequented the club.
Her music started and she scrambled on stage. She hit her first dance mark and went through her routine. Half of it was on the pole. One upside to being a pole dancer was fitness. Her core strength and stamina were at their peak these days. A handful of the patrons appreciated her abs. Though, she had to avoid getting too hard of a hardbody. The other half of her stage show was shaking her boobs and butt in some guy’s face and for most of the patrons they had to sway and swing when she shook them.
She could do her routine in her sleep. Probably had a few times. Maybe more than a few. Many of the regulars were in their regular seats. The order she traversed the seats in front of the stage was somewhat fixed as well. She wanted to frequently visit the guys who liked to dole out the smaller bills slowly while visiting the guys who only would pay out larger bills only once or twice. If she tried to hit up some of the latter group too often they’d hold a grudge.
Who was that?
There were other unfamiliar faces out in the crowd that night, like any night. She didn’t pay attention until they demonstrated a penchant for giving her cash. But, this guy… This guy stood out. He was well-dressed. She guessed he was there for a bachelor party, although there weren’t any notices on the board backstage that they were expecting any big parties tonight. It was Wednesday. Why would there be a party in the middle of the week?
He was looking at her eyes. Usually that was creepy. This was the one place a woman has no reason to say, “My eyes are up here.” He didn’t look like a creep. He saw her checking him out. He approached one of the empty seats. As she drifted his direction he was holding a ten dollar bill. She’d expected he would try to be flashy with her and wave at least a fifty. A ten dollar bill usually meant there were more to come.
She’d already collected three tens from him when she came by again and he had no bill.
“Should I ask for a lap dance?” he said to her. It was loud enough to be heard over the music. The guys in the nearby seats probably couldn’t hear him, though.
“That’s up to you, Sugar,” she said with a Southern drawl. She couldn’t remember why she’d started her job here pretending to be from Kentucky. But, she’d kept it up ever since.
“I’ll consider it,” he said. “You aren’t from Kentucky.”
She almost stopped dancing. He wasn’t accusing her of not being a Southern belle. He was just stating a fact. He somehow knew she claimed to be from Kentucky. Had someone told him? None of the girls had been here long enough to remember where she’d said she was from when she first arrived. Well, Rita had been here. But, she was more of a recluse than Naomi.
“I’m not? A lap dance might be your chance to find out.”
“You got it.”
He walked away.
Her stage time was over shortly after that. She collected whatever bills were scattered across the stage and exited.
The back room coordinator, as Gus liked to be called, said she had a lap dance in room four. She quickly added a spritz of perfume to the nearly visible cloud of perfume orbiting her body and headed for room four.
“Hi, Naomi,” he said.
“Gus tell you my name?”
“Only your stage name.” He’d said another word. She couldn’t be sure but it had sounded like he’d said, “Mary.” Her actual name. How did this guy know her real name?
She gave him her best, ‘you’re a creep,’ look and said, “You don’t stop that I’m walking out of here.”
“Sorry. Please give me the rules talk so we can get started.”
“Sure.” She quickly went over the rules. He’s not allowed to touch her or his dick. She also can’t touch his dick. When she says it’s over, it’s over.
“Is there anything in that speech about water landings?”
She laughed. “I was told I was too tall to be a stewardess.” She started dancing. She sat on his lap facing him, rubbing her hands on his chest. He had a hard body. He must workout religiously, she thought.
“Turn around and lean back against me.”
“Oh, you want the grind.”
“Sure.”
She did as he’d said and started grinding her ass against his lap. He was getting hard. They always did.
“Do you like working here?”
“I think you know the answer.”
“If you could do anything for a living, what would you do?”
“You’re awfully chatty.”
“Do you have something better to do besides move your ass and answer some questions?”
“I suppose not. I’m not really qualified for much else.”
“Honest. Let’s pretend qualifications no longer matter.”
“Oh, I suppose I’d like to be a lawyer. Protecting people who have no protection.”
“Like from outrageous medical bills.”
“I… Please don’t do that.”
“What would you do if you found we’d switched places?”
“You aren’t sitting on my lap.”
“No, my mind would now be in your body; your mind now in mine. When the lap dance ended, you could just walk out the front door and live my life and I’d have your life.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
“Humor me. No longer a dancer, would you just quietly leave? Or, would you demand I fix it and put us back how we are now?”
“You aren’t a serial killer, right? You don’t owe the mob a lot of money, right?” The lap dance, for the most part, was over. She was simply sitting on his lap, turned sideways to face him.
“I am a clerk at a law firm, by coincidence. I’m working to get my law degree at night. I have a girlfriend who is amazing. I don’t have any debt. No one is trying to kill me to my knowledge. To you, perhaps a better life.”
“Then why would you switch. There’s always a catch.”
“The transference isn’t just a snap of the fingers.”
“Sex?”
“Just fellatio. I’d give you a few hundred for it. Of course, I’ll be giving that money to myself if it works, which I can see you still doubt.”
“You’re talking fantasy. The world doesn’t work like that. And even if this magical mind swap existed, you’d have no reason to do it with me.”
“I used to be a stripper, a pole dancer.”
“All the more reason you would never want to come back to this.”
“No, I don’t miss it. I’m paying it forward. Someone made this offer to me several years ago. I didn’t say no.”
“And you gave him a blow job.”
“I did. And his life wasn’t as put together as the one I’m offering you. He was still in college. He didn’t have a job or a girlfriend.”
She laughed. “That means you’re a guy who can say he’s had his own dick in his mouth.”
“And will again shortly if you like.”
“Tell me about your ‘amazing’ girlfriend. Why are you leaving her?”
“I’ll tell you only if you say yes and commence the blow job.”
“We aren’t allowed to do that here.”
“I paid Gus an extra hundred for himself. We have plenty of time.”
“How do you know Gus’ name?”
“I worked for Gus here when I was a dancer. Most of the old crew are long gone now I noticed. I only recognized Rita and Gus. Her name is Donna, by the way.”
He knows everything.
“Three hundred dollars?” She verified.
“That’s what I said. Get up and let’s do this.”
“Okay.” She got up and knelt down in front of him.
“Great.” He unzipped his pants. “Sasha, my girlfriend, is actually fully aware of what I’m doing. She doesn’t know the woman is you or that you’re work here. Nor does she know today is the day. But, she knows the day will come. She wants to be surprised, to see how long it takes her to figure out I’m no longer me.”
“She wants you gone?”
“We drifted apart a few months ago. She says she’s going to miss swapping with me when I’m gone. That’s enough licking. Get into it.”
She was still having trouble wrapping her head around this crazy guy’s delusion. But, three hundred for a blow was the most money a mouthful of cum had ever paid her.
“You swapped bodies with Sasha often?”
“Too often. Frankly, I missed being a woman. I was born a woman. And while being a guy is great, you’ll love it, I’d like to be the woman in a relationship again. And Sasha didn’t want to be a man full time either. She can’t do the body swap and you won’t be able to either. So, either you two will hit it off or you go your separate ways.”
“I’ll be stuck as a man.”
“There are worse fates. You could work here for another ten years until you have no choice but to become a hooker.”
“Isn’t that the fate you’re giving yourself?”
“I’ve set it up so that I will pay off your debt in a couple months from a windfall only I know about. And then I’ll figure it out from there. Gus won’t shed a tear when Naomi quits.”
“No, he won’t. Are you close?”
“Think of it as you’re close. Any last questions?” He put his hands on the back of her head to guide her final ministrations.
“No.”
“Good, I’m about to cum. Speed up a bit. Yes. Yes. I--.”
She closed her eyes. She felt his cock throb.
His cock was gone. Did he pull it out of her mouth? He better not cum on my face. She came. She felt the cum shoot out of her. She opened her eyes. Her arms were stretched out in front of her, large shocks of hair filled her hands. She was looking at her own face. Its mouth was wrapped around… her cock, draining the last of her cum. She was sitting on the sofa.
The woman’s body, her body, her former body was pressed up against her shins and knees. She opened her mouth to show… her... a mouthful of cum. She closed her mouth and reopened it to show she’d swallowed it. “How are you feeling, Sugar?”
He – he was now he, he realized – he stared at his former body as it stood up. She brushed bits of dust off the stockings covering her shins.
“Take a few moments to get used to it. You’re probably a little spent from that orgasm you just had. Pretty epic, right,” Naomi said.
It was her body, her old body speaking. Her accent was different. Was that a real Kentucky accent?
“That was great,” he said flatly.
“Sasha loves giving head. You’d better get going. She gets off work at the diner at midnight. You have about an hour before she gets home and finds you went out without telling her you’d be out. Not a good way to start off on the right foot.”
“You… I…”
“You are a terrible liar, Tim, if that’s your real name. I’m still me. And no mind swap happened,” the stripper’s body said. “Where’s my three hundred?” She then whispered, “Your wallet is in your left back pocket. Take it out. And put your dick away, too.”
He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. Three one hundred dollar bills were the only money in the bill fold. He pulled them out absentmindedly. He caught a glimpse of his driver’s license. His name was Kyle, not Tim.
Naomi snatched the three bills out of his hand. “Thank you, Darlin’. You best be on your way. You’re parked out the door to the right. The navigation system in the car will help you find your way home. The key with the square end is the key to your apartment. The apartment number is on your driver’s license. Hurry. You need to shower because you reek of hooker perfume.”
Naomi kissed him on the cheek. She left the back room.
Kyle sat there for a moment processing what just happened. He heard voices in the hallway. He tucked his dick into his pants as he stood up.
“Oh, I was told this room was empty,” Rita said. “You should get going, Sir.”
“Yes, sorry,” a man’s voice. He had a man’s voice. It had been the stranger’s voice. Now, it was his voice. He only noticed it was the voice he was using now. “Sorry,” he repeated as he left. He stepped out of the back room area.
Naomi was on stage. Her routine was different, more dynamic. She was having a good time. It was a remarkable change from her earlier dances. Kyle could see the regulars were paying closer attention to this more engaged Naomi dancing on stage. If only they knew. Except, they probably wouldn’t even notice if someone told them. She has tits; she ain’t a guy, they’d say.
Kyle left the building through the front door for once. No, that was the expected way for him to leave. He turned to the right and looked at the parking lot containing five, no, six cars. He reached into his pocket and found the key fob to his car. He pressed the door lock button and one of the cars lit up and made noise. He got in the car.
This was the nicest car he ever had the privilege to be sitting behind the steering wheel of. He started the car with the ignition button. The AC kicked in immediately. Beads of sweat on his brow cooled instantly. The radio played softly. He pressed the button labeled voice on the display.
“Destination?” intoned the computer voice.
“Home.”
“Travel time estimated at twenty minutes. Provide turn by turn navigation?”
“Yes.”
“Drive five hundred feet and turn right.”
He took one last look at the bar. He knew he would never see it again.
* * *
Months had passed. A few weeks ago, Naomi had received an inheritance from a long lost aunt she’d never known to exist. Nor had she existed. The old Kyle had invented her. Her plan to date as a woman had very few opportunities that she felt were safe. So, she was waiting for just the right person to enter the club before she was going to quit her dancing career. She’d already applied to a college for the Fall semester.
He was here. When he gave her a few bucks, she said, “Ask for a lap dance, the Naomi Special. You’ll get a discount.”
It was an hour later that she entered the back room where the man waited. He’d had to wait for his friend to go home before ordering the private dance. She was a total pro at lap dances. She sat on his lap facing away from him. “You can hold my boobs.”
“I thought…”
She picked up his arms and placed his hands on her tits. “I want to ask you something. What would you do if we were to switch places?”
“You want me to sit on you?”
“No, not switching places with our bodies. Switch places with our minds. What if these were your boobs and I was in your body fondling them? Would you freak out and demand your body back? Or would you be intrigued to find out what being a woman was about? Is your current life better than learning about mine? I’m going to college in the fall, full time to be a lawyer.”
“I’m already a lawyer.” His playing with her breasts became less focused.
“What a coincidence. What would it be like to experience college as a woman? And you’d already know all the material?”
“I’d have to take the bar again.”
“A small price to pay. New experiences require risk. I bet you’re a gambling man. Maybe you could get out from under some pesky debt as well. And I haven’t told you the best part. To do the exchange, I have to give you a blowjob. If I’m out of my mind, you get a blowjob. But, what if I’m not crazy?”
Becoming a woman? Dodging his student loans? Not having that sketchy guy from the private poker game trying to blackmail him? A free blowjob? All these thoughts took root in his mind. Her ass grinding against his smothered cock was also creating thoughts.
“So, Sugar? What do you say?”
2025-02-15 05:00:01 +0000 UTC View Post
A little risqué. Angela is asleep, though. It might be a bit too big. Katheryn is her full name. She is a little less than six inches tall as a doll. We also learn his name is Darren. Should I not have picked the name from Bewitched? Not sure.
Note: This comic was updated with colored word balloons. Going forward, the balloons will have consistent colors based on who is speaking. The first comic released in this way was #4: Bethany's Mother.
EDIT: I don't want the uncensored image showing up in thumbnails. So I've moved it to here:
TranscriptPanel 1 - Her husband grab's the doll that is her mother from the doll house.
Katie (thinking): Oh, no. He's drunk again.
Panel 2 - Close up of Katie hanging on to... something.
Darren: Katie?!? What you hiding in the doll house? I need you. I've got just what you need here.
Darren: <mumble>
Darren: <snore>
Katie (thinking): I can't believe he did this.
Panel 3 - Wide shot - the six inch tall doll is hanging on to his erection. He is as well as he sleeps. On the television, in the background and out of focus, a sports highlight can be seen.
Katie (thinking): It's morning... I hope he wakes before Angela. I need to talk to Darren about his drinking once I'm not a doll. I get that he misses me being my normal size and able to move and do things with him. But, this is uncalled for.
Darren: Zzzzzzzzz
2025-02-11 05:00:00 +0000 UTC View Post
2025/08/30 - This story was released to dA. Recently I found out the embedded images in this story are rather low resolution. I've updated this post so the images are at their full 4K HD size. The dA versions are 2K HD. I also added by standard frames and titles to the images.
"Welcome to the Magic Shoppe,” the tall, thin man behind the counter announced. “What can I do for you today, Ma'am?”
A woman close to forty years of age stood at the door wearing a green bikini with yellow polka dots and a beige macrame skirt around her waist. She remained there below the air conditioning vent blasting air to the area around the door for a moment before fully entering.
“I was going to say nice weather we’re having,” he continued. “But I’m guessing you aren’t a fan of hot weather.”
She stifled a yawn before stepping up to the counter. “No, I’m not a fan of heat at all. I’m hoping you can help me out. Heat isn’t my primary problem.”
“Okay. I had thought you might just want a way to cool yourself.”
“I would except for my sleeping problem. My husband loves to cuddle. While I enjoy being held or sharing a chair with him, he likes to hold me while we sleep. I can’t do it. The heat generated between our bodies is too much. His arms and legs wrapped around me feel heavy and uncomfortable after fifteen or twenty minutes. He is obviously disappointed when he wakes up and I’m no longer wrapped in his arms.”
“So, being held by him would be great, except that the reality of it makes it hard to sleep.”
“Yes. If we’re holding one another anywhere but while sleeping, it’s delightful.”
“Be right back.” He stepped into the back room. He came back with a rolled up, white cotton pillow case. “This is a body pillow case. Wear this at night and you will once again be delighted being held by your sleeping husband.”
“Wearing a cloth condom will work?”
“Ha ha, no. This is a magic pillow case. Get undressed, get inside it, get on the bed, and then have your partner pull the zipper closed.”
“Zipper?”
“Yes, in back. Make sure the zipper is in the back. Fif-...”
“So, it isn’t really pillow case. More of sham pillow case.”
“Yes, technically it is sham style case. Sixty dollars.”
“Sixty dollars for a pillow case? Are you mad?”
“Full, money-back guarantee if you aren’t satisfied.”
“Okay. I’ll give it a try.”
*****
“How was your day?” Marvin said. He ate a fork full of the noodles in his dinner bowl.
“I did do something different today.”
“Do tell.”
“I went to this weird store called the Magic Shoppe, two P’s and an E.”
“I’ve heard of that place. They say the magic there actually works. Why would you need a magic device, charm, or potion?”
“That was awfully specific.”
“Greg and his wife have a charm that swaps their bodies. He spends most weekends in his wife’s body.”
“Greg? I’ve only met his wife on the weekend.”
“I know. I don’t think you’ve really met his wife. He said, they had charms and potions in the shoppe, so I just assumed that’s what you got, assuming you bought something.”
“You’ll find out when we go to bed.”
“I hope this doesn’t mean I’m not satisfying you.”
“No, it isn’t sexual in nature,” she said, looking down at her bowl of food.
“You didn’t say I was satisfying you.”
“I love you, Marvin.” She got up and sat on his lap.
“And I love you, Ella.” They kissed. “Does this mean we’re going to bed early tonight even though it isn’t a sex aid?”
“We certainly could.”
*****
Later, she was in the bathroom using the pulsing shower head to finish herself off. As she came, she wondered if she should have asked the man at the shoppe about a sex aid. She finished her shower and toweled off.
Marvin was reading in bed when she returned to the bedroom. “Good. I need to pee.” They kissed briefly as he passed by her on the way to the bathroom.
She put her towel in the hamper. She took the rolled up pillow case from the bag she’d brought it home in. The pillow case was the same width as a normal pillow case. It was over six feet long and white in color. She didn’t bother to get dressed since the proprietor had said to get undressed when using it. She stood at the edge of the bed and climbed into the case like slipping through two curtains. She put her arms in the top and pulled it over her head from inside.
She lay down on her side of the bed, which faced the bathroom door. She was on her right side with her left leg bent so her knee was pointing upward. She leaned on her right elbow. It was a sexy pose. It would probably have been more sexy without being inside a pillow case. Her vision was cut off by the case, but she was sure she was looking at the bathroom door.
When Marvin returned, she heard him stifle a laugh. “White? How pure. Wearing that is going to make cuddling work? I would think that would make you overheat faster.
“There’s a zipper in back. That activates whatever magic is involved.”
“What happens when I zip it?”
“I… I have no idea.”
He turned the light in the bedroom off. “Do I want to know what you paid for it?”
“I’ll tell you tomorrow.”
He walked around the bed to his side and crawled in behind her. She felt him fingering the fabric and muttering under his breath, “Nope, this is the closed end of the zipper. Where’s the pull?” His fingers dragged against her back as he searched for the zipper pull. “Here it is.”
He pulled the zipper up. When it reached the other end, there was no fanfare, no light show, no exuberant “Ta da!” The pull tag of the zipper yanked out of his hand on its own. The pillow case instantly suctioned onto her body. It looked like she’d been sown into a skin-tight cotton sheet.
Too her, it felt like her entire body was suddenly constricted. As soon as she felt it, that feeling vanished. She wasn’t stiff and it didn’t feel like it was tightly holding her. She just couldn’t move. She felt his hand close around her forearm to a diameter much smaller than would normally be possible without snapping both forearm bones within it. He reached around and squeezed her breast. It was far more squishy than normal.
All this fondling revved her to peak horniness instantly.
“Can you talk?” He said. He got out of bed and turned the light on.
She could see normally in the light. Her vision wasn’t obscured by the case any more.
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“Holy shit. You look like a pillow. The case has become the color of your skin.” He looked closely at her face, touching where her nose jutted forth. “The color of your eyes and lips are mostly correct. But, your features are much softer, more indistinct. You’re like a stuffed human plush toy, life-sized.”
He got back into bed behind her to so he could fondle and squeeze her. One of his hands wandered between her leg. He nearly gasped. “There’s an opening here.”
She hadn’t know about the opening until a few seconds before he spoke when she felt like someone had just massaged her clitoris for an hour.
He rolled her onto her back. Her body retained the pose she had been in when the zipper closed. He parted her legs and played with the opening between them.
Ella’s mind was turning to goo, or perhaps to fluff, she later thought. She was feeling incredible levels of pleasure that seemed to rise without limit. She wanted him to put more than just a couple fingers in the opening.
It didn’t take him long to fulfill this desire. “It definitely doesn’t feel like your vag, but it still feels great to me. I hope you’re enjoying this as much as I am,” he said as preamble to fucking the stuffed pillow. It felt so good to him that he couldn’t stop himself from cumming inside the pillow. “I’m spent. Good night, Ella.”
He rolled her back on her side and spooned behind her. His arms and legs wrapped around her and he fell asleep.
As the orgasm faded, she lay there in his arms feeling like she’d just had the best orgasm of her life. She wanted to kiss him or hug him back. But, all she could do was listen to the gentle snores her husband made when he slept. She wasn’t hot having him pressed against her. Eventually her horniness faded. She noticed after a while that she was having trouble forming thoughts, like her mind was emptying. Her brain felt like fluff and she lost awareness.
*****
She was awoken by the feeling of a hand rubbing her. It felt like he was rubbing her breasts only far better than it normally would feel.
He moved on the bed and she felt him get on top of the body pillow, or her. His face hovered over hers. She could tell he had a hard-on. He entered her again, repeating what had happened the night before. She’d never felt so good while he was on top of her. She couldn’t believe how turned on she was by this.
In the morning light, she could tell he was close to coming as she’d seen his face contort in the way it currently was many times before. The difference was she was close to coming too. “Don’t stop. Yes. More. Don’t stop.” These thoughts overwhelmed her mind. She was close to coming. She rarely came when they had vanilla sex. But, she was on her way from “close” to “there”. She came. She orgasmed. She felt him come inside her. Would she have to wash the case after every use? Was it machine washable?
The next thing she was aware of was the change. He pulled the zipper at the nape of her neck downward. The case became a loose, bag-like fabric that was wrapped around her once again. He helped her slip her head out of the rear opening.
“Good mor—” he started to say. He was interrupted by her shouting, “Oh, God.” She was having an orgasm, it was plain to see. It lasted longer than any orgasm of hers he had ever witnessed.
“Oh,” she said. She pulled her arms out of the case and grabbed his face. She kissed him for several moments.
“I’ve never seen you come like that before,” Marvin said. “Are you sure this isn’t a sex aid?”
She lay back and breathed a bit heavily for a bit. “The shoppe owner didn’t say it would be. Not that I mind.” She laughed. “I can’t believe you fucked the pillow.”
“I only did it because the pillow looked like you and there was a... spot for it.” He got up and grabbed his phone. She got up and stepped out of the case. A cursory check of the front part of the case did not reveal any wet spot.
“Look at these pics.”
She was surprised how life-like and yet how fake her body looked when the sham’s magic was activated. He had even taken a pic with a sheet over her breasts. She sent that one to her phone as she planned to show it to a few of her friends later at work.
“You’ve never screamed like you just did when we normally have sex.”
“The novelty of the pillow case increased my libido greatly.”
“So, it is a sex aid.”
“Perhaps.”
“Did you sleep?”
“Yes and no. I don’t think it was sleep so much as it was losing awareness. My thoughts became fuzzy, distant, and then there just wasn’t a next thought until you were rubbing me this morning. I don’t remember you taking the pictures this morning at all. I do feel well-rested.”
“Weird. We’ll have to experiment.”
“Definitely. Purely for scientific knowledge.”
“For science! Join me in the shower.”
“You want to go again.”
“Just a little fooling around if you don’t mind. I need to recover from three rounds of sex in twelve hours. I haven’t been in my twenties in a while,” he said. “And it’s getting late, we don’t have time to shower one at a time.”
*****
Ella’s coworkers could tell something had happened. Darby and Vi hounded her at lunch until she told them all about her night as a plush toy.
“Are you sure you aren’t overstressed?” Darby said.
“What do you mean?”
“You just told us that you went to a magic store where you were given a magic pillow case.”
“She has a point,” Vi said.
“Sham.”
“Right, a sham,” Darby admitted.
“A sham that turns you into a plush toy,” Vi nodded. “That doesn’t sound crazy to you?”
“The shoppe exists. I can take you there,” Ella said
“A plushie with a vag,” Vi said. “Why would I want to be a pillow with a vagina?”
“They have other magic there.”
“Like what?” Darby asked.
“I don’t know. I was just looking for something so Marvin could cuddle me at night without me waking up a sweaty mess,” Ella admitted. “I didn’t window shop.”
“What aisle was that in?”
Ella looked at Darby and said, “You’re fucking with me.”
“Took you long enough.” Darby laughed. “I’ve been to the Shoppe.”
“You have? What did you get?”
“Unlike you, I don’t tell everyone my kinks,” Darby said.
“What kinks? I’ve never wanted to be a pillow before.”
“That sounds like you want to be a pillow again,” Vi pointed out.
“Well, yeah. It was amazing.”
“Kink.”
“I guess you just can’t stop messing with me,” Ella said.
“Not really. You fluster nicely.”
“That was in my old dating profile. ‘Long walks on a beach. Loves to be flustered.’” After sharing a laugh with Darby, Ella said, “So, what did you buy?”
“Oh, you’ll laugh,” Darby said as she told her own Magic Shoppe story.
*****
"Welcome to the Magic Shoppe,” the tall, thin man behind the counter announced. “What can I do for you today, Ma'am?”
“I’m in a bit of a pickle. I’m hoping magic will solve my problems.”
“Really?”
“I know. It usually works the other way around but hopefully you can steer me in the right direction.”
“I will certainly try.”
“I made a bet with my boyfriend during a heated argument that I will probably lose without your help.”
“I’m listening.”
“I need some way to last three hours with his dick in my throat.”
“I am sure the way this bet was secured is legendary among his friends by now.”
“Hmm. I never considered he would tell them. Guy don’t usually talk about relationship stuff.”
“Three hours of fellatio isn’t exactly relationship stuff.”
“True.”
After a moment considering the problem, he reached under the counter as he said, “Do you normally wear that shade of lip gloss?”
“Yes?”
He placed a small lip stick tube on the counter. “Before your attempt to win your bet, freshen your lips with this.”
“What will that do?”
“It will make having a phallus lodged in your throat for hours incredibly pleasurable.”
“Really?”
“Have I ever lied to you?”
“Funny.”
“I try. How much would you lose if you lost the bet?”
“And let you charge half that or more?”
“I was just curious. Fifty dollars.”
“It wasn’t a monetary bet anyway.”
“I guessed that,” he said. He swiped her credit card and handed it back. “Do you want a bag?”
“No, I’ll just pop this into my purse.”
“You might not want to wear that unless you are about to… you know.”
“Thanks.”
*****
“Right, now I remember,” Ella said. “You told me it made your lips really puffy and it was actually comfortable to have Jack in your mouth. You even told me you’ve been giving him head more often since going to the Magic Shoppe.”
“Yes. I won the bet. But, Jack got his revenge.”
“Oh?”
“There were side effects. He switched my normal lip gloss for the magic one. I was wearing it one evening a couple days later when he arranged for me to end up with my head between his legs. The gloss only activates within close proximity of a cock. My lips expanded at that point.”
“Oh, no,” Vi said.
“At the same time, the back of my throat expands and hollows out, effectively silencing me. I could no longer speak and I had the worst hooker lips in the world.”
“How long does that last?” Ella asked.
“Until you take a cock out of your mouth. And did I mention, anything long and hard you put in your mouth tastes amazing. You can’t help but suck on it.”
Ella laughed. “He got a blow from you just because you got too close to his thing?”
“He did it to me twice. But, I managed to turn the tables on him.”
“Oh?”
“Turns out, it doesn’t have to be a living phallus to cause the gloss to activate. I put the gloss on him as he slept and handed him a dildo to activate it. He laughed afterward.”
“I wish Brent was willing to do stuff like this,” Vi said.
“You need him to step up or step out,” Darby said.
“Maybe I should go to the Magic Shoppe to find a boyfriend aid,” Vi said thoughtfully.
*****
Ella and Marvin experimented with the sham each night. The first thing they found out was if she held her mouth open when the zipper closed, a second opening in the pillow was created. The mouth opening felt to her and to him no different than the hole in the crotch of the case.
“Looks like I won’t need to perform fellatio ever again,” she joked.
“I have never demanded you do so. You always volunteer.”
“True. I like making you happy.”
As most conversations after they experiment went, they were soon kissing and groping one another. He stopped her before it went on too long.
“What would happen if you were kneeling inside the sham?”
“I suppose there’s only one way to find out.”
The resulting pillow was of a kneeling woman with her mouth wide open. He spent the rest of the evening with her face in his lap, lazily moving her head up and down his shaft while he watched a basketball game on the television.
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She hadn’t planned to spend the evening as a pillow. The pleasure she received from his constant pumping was beyond anything she’d ever felt. To her, she was getting far more pleasure than he was. She wouldn’t perform fellatio again but she would probably ask for a pillow face fuck frequently now.
When he turned off the television later, he carried the kneeling fuck toy to bed. As a joke, he lay her on the bed with her legs near his head. He pushed himself into her mouth and lay his head between her legs, using the lower one as a pillow. Soon he was asleep.
She laughed to herself when she realized she might spend more time with his cock in her mouth than Darby did when she used her lip gloss. It was one of her last thoughts before her brain turned to fluff. She was awoken the next morning by him finishing the face fucking. He also rubbed his face in her crotch as he did her mouth.
“Did you enjoy sleeping with your head between my legs?” She said after her post-unzipping orgasm.
“I would do that with or without the pillow if you let me.”
“I’m sure your hard head on my thigh would be fun for less than five minutes if I weren’t a pillow.”
“Probably. Did you enjoy my attempt at sixty-nine?”
“I believe you’ll be sleeping as you did last night from now on.”
“Until I come up with an even better way to sleep.”
*****
“Damn you, Ella,” Darby said.
“What?”
“After you told us about how you’ve been sleeping the other day, I tried it with Jack.”
“How?” Vi said.
“With him laying on his back diagonally across the bed, I put on the gloss and took him in. I had to fight not to just suck him off immediately. But, I was laying at an angle compared to him so we were both on the bed and because the gloss hollows out my throat, I was basically impaled on his cock all night. He came twice before I fell asleep. And I got him off again as soon as I woke and couldn’t stop myself from doing him.”
“I bet he told you he hated it and to never do that again,” Vi joked.
“As if. He wants to buy a bigger bed so I can more easily stretch out while sleeping like that.”
“Always thinking of you,” Ella said. “You could go to the Magic Shoppe and see if he has any more shams.”
“Unlike you, I don’t know if I could trust Jack to unzip the sham in the morning.”
“Funny you should say that,” Ella said. “Last night…”
*****
Marvin was marveling that he hadn’t even suggested Ella should do the kneeling pose while he watch television that night. After dinner, she entered the living room in the nude and holding the sham. About an hour later, he was lazily rubbing his cock inside the pillow’s mouth when the doorbell rang.
“I’m betting you aren’t expecting anyone,” he said to her and he stood up and pulled his pants up.
“Marvin!” said the figure at the door.
“Oh, my! Philip? I didn’t know you were in town,” Marvin said as the two bothers embraced. “Come in, come in.”
“I didn’t mention it because I was supposed to fly in at three, go to a meeting that was expected to end after ten. Catch some sleep in the hotel and be back in a meeting at ten in the morning.”
“You still could have slept here.”
“I know. But, the hotel and the office are on the other side of the city center and while I was told I would have gone to the hotel at ten tonight, I expected the meeting to last until much later into the night. What is that?”
Without thinking, Marvin had led Philip on to the sofa in front of the television where his plush sex toy was laying on its side. It had fallen over when he went to get the door.
“That’s a long story. Let’s finish your hotel saga first.”
“Is that Ella?”
“Hotel first. Why aren’t you there now given what you just said?”
“My flight didn’t arrive until about half an hour ago. The hotel didn’t have a room ready because they were overbooked. I skipped out on the meeting and got a ride here to surprise my older brother. And his, um, plush wife. What is that?”
Marvin started at the beginning. It was how he would meticulously tell any story or anecdote. He even started this story before the beginning. He related a few anecdotes about Ella having trouble sleeping because of their shared body heat. In minute detail. And how she had fallen asleep on the subway one morning, missing her stop by five stations because she was very tired. That was followed by her trip to the Magic Shoppe. Philip knew better than to interrupt Marvin with questions lest the story drag on further.
“Ella turns herself into a pillow to escape your sexy body heat at night?”
“That’s the gist of it.” Marvin had set her back upright in her suggestive kneeling position.
“Why is she a pillow looking for some action now?”
“She was getting that action while I watched Detroit getting destroyed.” The television was muted and the lopsided score was on display if either of them cared.
“I’m sorry for cock blocking you, Marv. Although, I suppose she isn’t going anywhere.”
“I should bring her back to the bedroom and unzip her.”
“No, no, based on how you told the story, you are digging the idea that you get to decide when she gets out of the pillow.”
“It’s not like that.”
“This is your brother, Philip, you’re talking to. I know how you think. You’re probably mad at yourself that you didn’t find this pillow thing for her years ago.”
“I would never ask her to…”
“But, you also wouldn’t tell her not to.”
“No.”
“Do it.”
“What?”
“Go back to using her mouth while we catch up.”
“I’m not whipping it out in front of you.”
Philip laughed. “Like I haven’t seen you naked too many times for one more time to matter. You want to strut in front of me that you can put your wife’s face in your pants whenever you like and you and I both know it.”
“I’ll do it now to shut you up.”
“Nice excuse. You don’t think she knows you want to do it?”
Marvin looked at the pillow and looked back at his brother. “She’s probably laughing at me, isn’t she?”
“If she isn’t, I’ll do it for her.”
*****
“He didn’t?” Vi said.
“I bet he did,” said Darby.
“He did. He pulled out his cock while staring at his brother. I’d love to know what Philip’s face looked like. And once I was in his mouth, they just reminisced and caught up on normal things. The weirdest part was when Philip said, ‘By the way, Ella, Joan said she needs to ask you about mom’s rice pudding recipe. I told her to just call or text you. But, she thought I should talk to you first.’”
“Marvin says, ‘Just say you told her. Ella would probably prefer if Joan would just talk to her directly.’”
“’I know that. You know that. I’m sure your plush toy knows that. Joan is just Joan.’ And then they went back into whatever else they were talking about.”
“I would have died,” Vi said.
“What’s this rice pudding recipe?”
“She does one with raisins and one without. But, she uses chopped golden raisins, not the normal ones.”
“Can we focus on the sex?” Vi interrupted. “Did he come in front of Philip?”
“No, he didn’t really focus on me. When he watches television with me there, he doesn’t really focus on getting off when he’s watching television. Talking to his brother lessened even that amount of focus.”
“It must have been boring?” Darby said.
“I was really excited. I might have a bit of an exhibitionist thing in me. Funny finding that out at my age.”
“Just don’t start going commando at work,” Vi said. When the other two looked at her funny, she added, “I knew a woman who loved to wear short skirts and no underwear. I was always getting flashed by her. Funny, never heard any of the men say lewd things about her.”
“Maybe she only flashed you.”
“Why would she…? Oh, god. She was hitting on me.”
“She was?”
“It’s so obvious now.”
“Would you?”
“She was hot. I might have given her a go. I wonder if I still have her email.”
*****
“Did you tell them the rest of what happened last night?” Marvin asked her after she relayed what happened at work over dinner that night.
“No.”
“You didn’t tell your chatty coworkers that you ended up as Philip’s body pillow?”
“I still can’t believe you did that.”
“Philip makes me competitive. He easily manipulates me when he dares me to do things.”
“And I end up in bed with him over this.”
“You didn’t complain at all this morning.”
“Should I have?”
He laughed. “I distinctly recall someone telling me she wanted me and Philip to do the pillow at the same time. Something about how good he was with the pillow.”
“I can neither confirm or deny that.”
“I am so glad you needed a magic sleep aid that was in no way a sex aid.”
“I swear. The shoppe keeper didn’t tell me anything about it being a sex aid.”
“I know. I just find it funny,” Marvin said. “Philip will be here in twenty minutes or so if you want to get into your sham.”
“Maybe I’d like to speak to him before hand.”
“Okay, the three of us can discuss what you would like Philip and I to do with and/or do to you when he gets here.”
2025-02-08 12:02:25 +0000 UTC View Post
A teaser. A new idea. These are the companion images for the story that will appear here this Saturday: Magic Shoppe - Sleep Aid. I might do this with other stories with embedded images like this one.
I love the slight thinning of her legs in the bed pic. Tried to do something similar in the other pic but she started looked too malformed. Instead, her hands indicate how soft she must be.
2025-02-04 05:00:00 +0000 UTC View PostI've had a little turn over so I want to formally welcome any new patrons the fold. Welcome. I'll also use the forum to talk a bit about Ted's Dolls Season 4 ending. Not sure it'll be a party but something has to go in the title.
That was a wild ride I hope. I promise Season 5 will be more fun. Given that the only unadulterated fun this season was Murat's dating problem and the introduction of Vivian, it shouldn't be hard to be more fun in Season 5. :) I'll probably also look to wrapping up the Ted's Doll series with Season 5. But, I said the same thing about Season 4, I think. It has strayed a bit from being an anthology of doll stories. And the idea of a Cat's Dolls or Libby's Dolls series to follow shouldn't be forgotten.
Ted's Dolls is 179700 words with the release of Interlude 8 a couple days ago. It is three times the size of Hard To Look At or It Suits Me. I really need to get these stories into e-book format and sell them on Amazon or something.
I'm actually working on an AVN. The story isn't the one I was thinking of making last May when I broached the AVN idea. The current idea (and hopefully the one that sticks) is an homage to Fantasy Island called Djinni Island. In order to have broad appeal, I won't be able to play up the inanimate transformation or TG transformation niches that I usually work within. But there will be things there. The sidekick of the enigmatic guy in charge of the island has a golden tattoo and will be seen in the restaurant as a golden statue sometimes. I'm also thinking about putting a djinni servant in the cabins. There are no phones on the island. No cell service at all. But, rub the lamp and make very limited wishes, such as making a dinner reservation, are handled by the in-room djinni. Or something like that.
And I might get more adventurous if my level of gumption is high enough as I get closer to doing final renders. Such as, here we see the MC just off the plane finding out the staff is a bit stiff.
Wooden, even.
I doubt I'll go this extreme in the game. But, something like this is feasible, done a bit more sparingly. (Why is he dressed like that? He's supposed to be a rich playboy. Dumb render.)
The problem is finding time to write and work on what amounts to a novel and a 12-part limited series comic book in my spare time.
To that end, I'm trying to get as ahead of the curve as I can right now. Currently, the story queue here is pushing into mid-May. That's 15 stories composed of 52k words. The render queue is pushing into mid-April. That's over 50 renders turned into strips or panels. For reference, Climb Avery Mountain was composed of 10 renders.
A few of the upcoming stories have a couple renders attached to them. In fact, tomorrow a teaser drops for this Saturday's new story: Magic Shoppe - Sleep Aid. Going forward, I'm not sure how often I'll create renders for short stories and then tease them.
I'm hoping to get a six month buffer up so I can spend three months focused on the AVN. Don't know if that's really feasible. I have so many stories started. I'm sure folks would like to see The Truth continued. Or 5-Minute Girl. There are 15-20 stories that have over 60k of words already written. They're just waiting for me to add more to get them to the end. *sigh*
Well, I've rambled a bit. Hope you all enjoy what is to come. As always, comments are welcome.
2025-02-03 05:00:11 +0000 UTC View Post
Another month gone by another month of random renders generally first seen in the community forums plus a few extras. Yeah, there are some even older renders in the community forum that haven't appeared in any of the, now, 3 roundups. At some point they will get here.
I think of these as first of the month releases. But with the final season 4 Ted's Doll story due Feb 1, I'm posting this on the 2nd of Feb.
Sea Plane 1 - this was the start of the work for the AVN I can't believe I'm working on. I'll chat about that in another post eventually when I have more that 50 renders done for it. The figure in the plane is the Mommy doll from the Little Witch comic strip. There are several more Little Witch strips in the queue.
Gildi 1 - this was another test work for the AVN. I modified Gildi's skin texture to give her a "gold tattoo". There's an inside joke there. To make an inanimate transformation AVN would be foolhardy. To include a discreet few transformations in an AVN, hopefully not foolhardy. Stay tuned.
Topless - Should be self-explanatory.
Jump For Joy - Just a random test render of the city HDRI. "Rita" is seen here leaping in the air. I believe this is the one where I had her hair and chest move along with the rest of her body leaping.
Bite Lip - This was a failed attempt to make it look like a lip nip was taking place. It looks intimate at least. But no lip is really being bitten from what I see.
The interludes have always been for experimentation. First one was an email exchange between Emily and Mitch. There have been letters to the editor, app reviews, and side stories. This one is in the tradition of the first interlude. It is told entirely by diary entries. And that diary belongs to our wizard in the making, Libby, Ted's eight years old sister. This makes TDi8 one of the few Safe For Work entries in the Ted's Doll canon. It also means there are intentional spelling errors and grammar errors in this story. Libby's knowledge of punctuating dialog is woefully inadequate. 😄 I hope that in capturing the feel of a child's diary I didn't go too far with making it imprecise for comprehension purposes. Please post about any sections you think are too ambiguous.
To facilitate the diary aspect of the story, formatting matters and thus this entry in the story is presented as an Acrobat (PDF) file. I experimented with several handwriting fonts. I think I've picked one that is plausibly "in the hand" of a precocious eight year old. I had one font I liked but it was illegible below 20 point. The PDF would have been over 30 pages at that point size.
This also marks the first illustrated Ted's Doll story. Four renders appearing in the PDF representing instamatic photos taped into the diary.
2025-02-01 05:00:33 +0000 UTC View Post
Three pages of mountain climbing, well, mountain walking. Apparently Daz asset artists don't do mountain climbing. Had to acquire a much higher res texture for Avery to look like stone and not a bunch of gray smears. Finally, I finally put a little logo in the images. Should have made one years ago. Might change it to say Rendered By Magic Shoppe or Manipulated By... or Caption By.... Not sure if I should.
2025-01-28 05:00:02 +0000 UTC View PostTed'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.
Emily has been through a lot. Far more than can be described here. She’s been around since the first story.
The delivery man was escorted by security to the personal reception area of Stockton Perry. Perry’s receptionist, Silvia was on the phone when they arrived. The package the man held had air holes in it.
“Can I help you?” She said when the phone call ended.
“I need someone to sign for this package. I’m told it needs to be opened right away as it’s a plant of some kind. This gentleman was kind enough to help me find the office.”
“We didn’t order a plant.”
“I have the paperwork here. My office called a day ago to ensure someone would be here to receive the plant and place it in a window by end of day. My office was told the delivery would be accommodated for. Check your appointments.”
“I make all the appointments here. I don’t have to… There it is. Plant delivery, 11 am. You’re early.”
“Of course. Now, can you sign for this? I can help you open it as I doubt you have any box cutters here.”
“Sure. Give me the tablet. You can put it… It says it’s to be placed in Mr. Perry’s office by the window. I’ll get the door in a moment.”
When she finished signing the tablet, the delivery man was now holding a potted plant three to four feet tall, she and the security officer examined the plant. The pot looked expensive. The plant itself was in the orchid family. She would take a picture of it later and ask a friend about it. She thought some of the pedals being mostly a solid blue and others having almost a fractal pattern of purples, pinks and white was rather distinctive.
“Miltonia Orchid.”
“Is that the kind of plant?”
“Yeah, but the colors are even unusual for that species of orchid.”
She ran a wand across the plant and detected no metals of any kind in the plant or soil. “Follow me.”
She went to the double doors into Mr. Perry’s office and unlocked one. “This way.”
The room was dark until she turned the lights on. “Mr. Perry isn’t here?”
“No.”
“Disappointing. I thought I might get to meet him. Oh, well.”
“Sorry. I could give you a company hat if you like?”
“I won’t say no to free stuff.”
“Put it down over there by the window, I guess.”
“That’s a fine spot. Does it get sun in the afternoon?”
“I can’t say I’ve paid a lot of attention to the movement of the sun in the room. But, that is a south facing window so it’s probably the best you’ll get in here.”
“I hope so.”
“If that will be all, I need to get back to work.”
“You’re busy even when the boss isn’t around?”
“I may be here, but I’m still assisting him while he’s in London.”
“Oh, of course. The hat?”
“The hat. One sec.”
She turned out the lights, closed the door, and locked the door to the office again. The sounds of their conversation did not penetrate into the office. In the silence, the plant shifted slightly, leaning toward the brightness and warmth of the sun.
*****
Dr. Morova waited for Emily to arrive for her Friday appointment. It would have appeared to an observer that she was merely staring out the window she realized after a few moments. She felt this appointment was important since Spring break was the following week and Emily had said she wouldn’t be in town to come to any appointments. When she was over half an hour late, she sent a text to Ted. «Is Emily okay?»
Ted: «I suppose. Although, I didn’t see her yesterday or today. I’ll ask around.»
In the evening, Ted sent another text. «Can’t find her. Should I be worried?»
Heddy: «She didn’t come to her appointment today.»
Ted: «I’ll widen my search.»
*****
The office door opened on Tuesday of the following week. Silvia entered and turned the lights on. She looked at the plant and wondered if it needed watering. No one had told her to do so. She had other concerns. She was expecting Mr. Perry to arrive in an hour so she had to get the office ready. She disappeared through the door to the bathroom. Twenty minutes later she led a naked woman, whose arms were bound behind her, to the desk.
Neither of them spoke as the naked woman knelt down on the flat rolling device, probably meant for use by a car mechanic, and Silvia locked her ankles to the roller. She was then slid under the desk where she would wait for Mr. Perry.
Silvia walked around the desk and stopped to take a deep breath. She was sure this would land her in hell. That caused her no stress though as she already thought she was in hell. Her only consolation was the creepy Mr. M hadn’t been around for almost two months.
She left the room.
Shortly, Mr. Perry entered. “I’m expecting a call at ten. Until then, I’m not to be disturbed.” He sat down at his desk. He looked the woman kneeling there and gave Silvia a thumbs up sign.
“Yes, Mr. Perry,” Silvia said. Trying to ignore his approval of his fuck toy. She closed the door behind her.
“You’re a new one. Let’s see how you handle me.”
He was undoing his pants when his body locked in place. He tried to call for help but no sound came out of his mouth.
The woman under the desk had no idea what was happening. She also couldn’t move. As time passed the two figures shrank in size until they were about six inches tall and made of plastic, turned into dolls. The plant by the window transformed into a woman. She picked up the two figures and returned to the window. Minutes later, the plant was back where it had been, two small dolls buried deep in its soil.
Silvia entered the office after ten when she had a phone call waiting and Mr. Perry was not responding to her pages. With both him and the woman missing, she checked the bathroom. She checked the room beyond the bathroom where the fuck toys were stored. She checked the small apartment Mr. Perry sometimes used when he didn’t feel like going to his homes.
Security arrived as she returned to the office. “I just checked the back suites. He isn’t there.”
“We registered his entry to the building at nine twenty-seven. He hasn’t left.”
“Well, he’s not here. Lock the building down and search every square inch. His cell phone is still on his desk.”
She opened one of the desk drawers and none of the four special phones he owned were missing either.
They left the office. The soundproofing meant the potted plant could not hear what happened outside the office. It didn’t care. The sun felt good on its leaves. It waited.
*****
Days later, the plant turned into a man. A man dressed like the security officer from several days ago. He went into the bathroom and found the entrance to Mr. Perry’s private quarters. He searched around not sure what he was looking for. In the opposite direction of the quarters was another door. What he found in there shocked him, though he wasn’t sure why. Ten dog crates designed for very large dogs were stacked two crates high and five across along a wall. Six of the crates contained women with dazed expressions just lazing in the crates. None of them acknowledged his presence.
We’re these women like the woman he had found under the desk? He wondered.
He turned them into dolls and put them in his pockets with the other two dolls. He returned to the private suite. It had a veranda. He put all the dolls in a small satchel he’d found in the bathroom. On the veranda, he turned into a small dragon and flew away, the satchel swinging from her feet in the breeze.
Dragon didn’t feel tired after all the transformations. It guessed it had been really starved the last time it had flown along this mountain road. Soon, it arrived at the national park. It flew in and found the tomb it had once been the occupant of. The slab was still off the top of it and the interior of the tomb was damp. It’s too bad, she thought. Whatever gets put in there will probably mildew soon.
She put the satchel on the slab and returned to her human form. She took the only male doll from the satchel and dropped it into the tomb. The figure started growing in size until it was a doll with human proportions but no limbs. The head came to life. “Where?” he said.
“Good morning, Stockton. Remember me?”
“Emily?” He voiced passed through shock then fear. It settled on a gregarious pleasantry. “Emily, how have you been?”
“Shut it. Where’s Jane?”
“Why should I tell you?”
“I don’t know. I will still bury you here whether you tell me or not. I suppose the question is if I’ll tell anyone where you are.”
“You won’t tell anyone. You may as well kill me.”
“Is that your choice? Death?”
“That’s what you’re going to do to me, isn’t it?”
She laughed mirthlessly. “You aren’t going to die. Why should I kill you when I can let you live? Here. In this box. Made of non-biodegradable plastic, you should last thousands and thousands of years. Alone. In the silence. In the darkness. Abandoned. Forgotten.”
“Aren’t you an evil shit?”
“You would know all about that. There is a bright side. You’ll outlive me. Congratulations on being able to get the last laugh and all that.”
“You’re bluffing. I can give you more money that you can conceive and you’re going to do this.”
“Yep. Money can’t buy squat when you’re a plastic doll in a box. Your board of directors will declare you’ve abandoned your job and appoint a new CEO. How does your will look? Do you have one? Whoever’s in it will be make bank on your death.”
“Surly we can make a deal.”
“Okay let’s make a deal. What do I get?”
“Anything you want?”
“I want my friend back.”
“Done. I’ll pay all your college costs. I’ll donate money in your name. What do you want?”
“Okay. All that and you promise to divest everything you own to charitable companies of my choice until you are penny-less. Deal?”
“Do I have a choice?”
“I guess not.”
“Deal.”
She reached her hand out. “I knew you were lying. You won’t shake my hand? No deal.”
“You took my arms away.”
“Not my problem. Looks like I have to go back to plan A since you are a lying asshole I wouldn’t trust to fulfill any deal we discussed here. Anything else to say?”
“Be reasonable.”
“Oh, no. No, no, no.” The ‘no’s were peppered with laughter, disconcerting laughter. “You aren’t allowed to drive me insane and then ask me to be reasonable. Fuck that. You made this bed. You get to lie in it.” She stepped away, her laughter still ringing in his ears.
“Stockton,” a voice in his head that sounded familiar spoke. “Morova here. I warned you she would do worse than death to you. I may never find out I was right. But you’ll always know I was. Have a nice life.”
“He was in my head,” he tried to say. His doll form no longer had the ability to speak.
Stone scraped against stone as Gorilla pushed the slab back into place atop the tomb. Stockton could only watch as the interior became darker and darker. When the scraping of stone on stone ceased, there was no light.
The sound of laughter seemed distant though he knew it was nearby. “I’m dancing on your grave, Mr. Perry. Oh, my mistake. You won’t die. So, this isn’t a grave. It’s a new home. You really shouldn’t spend you’re money on new homes. Although, the view here is nice. Too bad you can’t enjoy it.” More laughter followed and then silence. Silence filled his ears. And he could do nothing to make the silence go away.
*****
“Sir, we were contacted again.”
“Same MO?”
“Yes. A man got in a taxi on a random street. He arrived at the building where he delivered a package by hand to reception. They tried to delay him but he wouldn’t wait. He left the package and got into a different taxi from a different company and was taken to another random location where he disappeared off all the security cameras in the area. The man is a ghost.”
“What are the demands?”
“Same as before, find the mannequin of Jane Panabaker posed curled up in the fetal position purchased on December 23rd by Mr. Perry. Have it delivered to The Bluebelle Boutique near the university, RCU. We still don’t have a record of this mannequin being entered into inventory. But, a sales receipt for the mannequin was found confirming the date.”
“One of Mr. Perry’s personal projects?”
“We assume so.”
“The kidnapper…”
“Presumed kidnapper.”
“They think they have leverage. But couldn’t we just let them keep Mr. Perry. He caused the company a lot of trouble.”
“That’s above my pay grade.”
“Mine, too. Looks like we’re spending another three weeks trying to find a mannequin.”
*****
In the afternoon, a few days after Spring Break had ended, Heddy’s next patient, Emily walked into her office. She was carrying an expensive looking satchel. “I have some potential new patients for you to meet.”
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The ancients knew about mannequins, I'm sure of it.
In the ancient language of magic, this section of the book says "Modern Spells." Let me see if I can translate this random spell.
Smooth rigid skin? The description sounds like it is describing the skin turing into a plastic shell, "no longer flesh so fair." There's also the implication that the body hollows out.
Hmm, this says to say how long but make it fit the verse.
Okay. Here goes.
A plastic shell, once flesh so fair,
Hollow now, long as I would dare
Three days will I be locked within
Nothing more than a mannequin.
Oh, it's working. Cool.
2025-01-21 05:00:01 +0000 UTC View PostTed's Dolls was meant to be an anthology series of doll transformations. But the continuity has become very important. Please read them in the suggested order as found in this gallery on deviantArt or as listed on my Patreon.
Richard was introduced as part of the poker players group in TD14. He started dating Emily in TD23 and attending the D&D game in TD28. When Emily was tricked into become a Doll, he sold her to Stockton Perry in Interlude 6. Jemma is no longer caught in the web of Mr. M’s machinations.
“If you weren’t dating me, who would find most attractive on campus,” Jemma said.
“What kind of question is that? Why wouldn’t I be dating you?” Richard said.
“That’s so sweet of you to say. But, I’m curious. You could probably be dating anyone.”
“No, I could only be dating you.”
“Work with me here. I want to know who else you find attractive.”
“It doesn’t matter. I only have eyes for you.”
“Why can’t you just answer my question?”
“You will not ask me about this again.”
“Watch your tone with me.”
“I said, you will not ask me about this again.”
“I heard what you said and if you say it again you can sleep alone tonight.”
Richard looked very confused. “Okay.” After a moment he said, “Where’s the pendant I gave to you.”
“The pendant? Oh, I’m so sorry. I lost it last week. Didn’t I tell you? No, I suppose I didn’t. It wasn’t an heirloom, right?”
“No. It’s fine. It’s fine. I… I don’t even know why I asked.” He still looked confused. “I’m going to go lie down. I have a headache.”
“Okay.”
* * *
A couple days later, Richard returned to his dorm room. He saw Jemma on his bed and smiled, until he noticed Whitney sitting with her. “Hey,” he said. He kissed Jemma. He was a little surprised when she turned her head and he only kissed her cheek. “Hi, Whitney.”
“Hi, Richard. As I was saying, we would love it you could help out.”
“I could bake a few pies if I had access to the ingredients and a kitchen.”
“You could bake at the house. We’d love to have it filled with the smell of fresh baking.”
“What’re you two up to?”
“She’s trying to get me to join the sorority by asking me to make them some apple and cherry pies.”
“Well, if you were in the sorority you could bake whenever you wanted.”
“I suppose that’s true.”
“What do you think, Richard?”
“I didn’t know you could bake.”
“Well, yeah, it’s not like I can do it in the dorms. But, I was talking about me maybe joining the sorority.”
“Oh, whatever you want to do is fine with me.”
“Isn’t he great?”
“I’ve probably known Richard longer than you have.”
Richard sat at his desk and tried to do some homework. He was finding it difficult, though, because he wanted Whitney to leave. He didn’t think about why he wanted it. He just knew she shouldn’t be here. When she left, he immediately said, “You will not join the sorority.”
“What do you mean?”
“I said, you will not join the sorority.”
“I wasn’t planning to but with that attitude I might consider it.”
“What? Where is that pendant I bought you.”
“Oh, I forgot to tell you I lost it last week. Are you okay? Maybe you should lie down.”
He held his forehead. “Yeah, I think I will.”
* * *
“How is Maryanne?” Burke said.
“Great. I still feel like a fool when I think about how much I’m enjoying dating her,” Murat said.
“You’re still in the honeymoon phase,” Rob said. “Does she do anything that bugs you?”
“There is nothing I could say bad about her.”
“That’s not normal,” Earl said.
“I didn’t there was nothing about her I didn’t like. I just said I wouldn’t say them.”
“You are too damn nice, Murat.”
“It is my calling card. Right above, ‘bad at poker.’”
“Ah, but have you lost the ‘unlucky at love’ moniker, at least?” Simon quipped.
“Time will tell.”
“Not saying anything bad about your girlfriend is also part of the honeymoon phase,” Rob said.
“The whole point of playing poker with the guys is to complain to them about our girlfriends.”
“Yeah, you’ve heard us bitch about our girlfriends,” Earl said.
“Yeah. There must be something you can say.”
“Richard?” Murat said, hoping to deflect the request.
“Don’t get me started.”
“Oh?”
“Lately Jemma does a bunch of things I don’t like. She’s even considering pledging Eta Delta Tau.”
“What’s wrong with that?” Burke said.
“Nothing, really. I just came from out of the blue.”
Burke knew Whitney invited Jemma just to annoy Richard. “She’s just spreading her wings. You two spend a lot of time together.”
“We’re in love.”
“Of course. But you can’t go 24/7 with someone forever.”
“That’s what she said. She does other stuff too. She used to agree with me more.”
“Maybe you should seek counseling.”
“Naw. I’m sure I’m just being overly sensitive.”
* * *
“Last night he tried several times to initiate intimacy and I cock blocked him every time,” Jemma said. “I felt so bad about it.”
“Would he tell the guys that?” Whitney said.
They were in the sorority house dining room having lunch.
“He was almost livid when I wouldn’t let him tit rub me.”
Emily blanched. “I… Don’t mention that, please.”
“Oh?”
“Just don’t.”
“Okay.”
“You wouldn’t let him rub your tits?” Karen said.
“Karen, drop it.”
“Karen needs a tit rub herself,” Gianna said.
“I said, ‘Drop it!’” Emily said. She got up and stormed out.
“Is she okay?” Trish said.
“No.”
“I didn’t know it would get her mad,” Jemma said.
“Me, either,” Gianna said.
“Yes, well, please don’t anger the wizard living among us,” Whitney said.
“Okay, she’s gone. Can I find out why tit rubs are special?” Karen said.
“Obviously she use to do it to him,” Trish said.
Jemma shook her head. She looked at Whitney who nodded. “Not exactly. He has me lay on the floor under his desk topless then he rubs my nipples with the balls of his feet.”
“Oh, god, no, I can’t do feet,” Karen said.
“It’s actually rather pleasant.”
“I’m sure it feels even better for a doll,” Whitney said.
“Oh,” said a couple of the ladies who knew Emily better or who were experienced with being dolls.
“Well, hopefully he’s complaining to the guys at the poker game about you now.”
“I don’t understand,” Karen said.
Someone said, “How unusual,” just loud enough for a few of the others to hear it.
“Are you trying to break up with Richard?” Karen continued. “And when did Emily and Richard break up? She’s very friendly with you for someone who was dating him before you.”
Before Jemma could respond, Whitney said, “It’s magic stuff, Karen. Are you sure you want to hear about magic stuff?”
“No, no, okay, I’m good. If you’re going to talk magic, I’ll go,” Karen said.
“I’m trying to get him to go with me to couples therapy. That’s the mundane answer.”
“Well, that’s probably a good thing.” Karen got up and left.
Jemma watched her leave. “The real scary part of all this,” she said softly, “Is Richard keeps saying things in a certain way as if he expects them to affect my mind. I didn’t think he knew what the pendant I had worn did.”
She had to fill a few people at the table in on what the pendant was.
“Maybe he has a control that tells him to do that when you are expressing ideas that would cause the mentalist problems.”
“Oh, that’s interesting. Probably true since he doesn’t seem to be aware the mentalist existed,” Jemma said. “Still, I wonder how many times Richard had to put me back in line so to speak before my own rescue.”
“Is Karen more or less oblivious than Murat?” Whitney said.
“Should we have hooked them up?”
“No way.”
“She’d walk all over him.”
“Trample.”
* * *
Several weeks passed. The guys reported that Richard’s frustrations were mounting. But, whenever they suggested therapy, he would suddenly feel as though everything was going fine.
After one such episode, while Richard was using the bathroom, Murat said, “Is something wrong with Richard?”
“That’s a long story,” Burke said.
“Stick around after he leaves and I’ll tell you,” Rob said.
Earl and Burked nodded.
Simon said, “I might join you. I’m confused, too.”
“Sure.”
After the game, Burke left immediately and waited nearby. He returned after Richard left. “I didn’t want him to catch on that we’re talking about him behind his back.”
“We aren’t.”
“We are. But it’s okay. We’re trying to help him.”
With a few dead ends and some backtracking, the guys explained what was going on to Simon and Murat.
“You have a problem,” Simon said. “He seems to be programmed to avoid therapy.”
“We noticed that.”
“If you have a suggestion we’d like to hear it.”
“Invite the psychiatrist to the game,” Simon said.
“We should have thought of that.”
“I assume the psychiatrist is older,” Simon said. “Since she wouldn’t normally be hanging around near RCU, Beverly could introduce her as a family friend.”
“This sounds good. Ted knows the doctor’s number,” Rob said. “I’ll call him and suggest this to him.”
* * *
Dr. Morova was busy with other clients most Wednesday nights. She found a few potential dates in March. Between her, Rob, and Ted, they decided to confront Richard the Wednesday before spring break. If anything unusual happened, there was time off from school shortly after that night.
Beverley answered the door and immediately hugged the red-haired woman standing there. “Heddy, it’s been so long.”
The doctor hugged her back. “I see you’re in character already.”
“Come in. I figured we should speed up the process any way we can.”
“I’m sure the pretext for my being here will not need to stand up to a lot of scrutiny.”
“Probably true. I understand you have certain abilities many find unsettling.”
“That’s a fair assessment.”
“If you feel it would help to give me a little read, I won’t feel too violated if you make it part of your doctor-patient privilege.”
“That is very open of you. I will try to be worthy of your trust. And I hope I don’t need to do that at all.”
“That would be ideal. But, I’m more interested in Richard being helped than any embarrassment I might endure from you seeing something I don’t normally tell people.”
“You’re a good friend.”
“She’s better than that. I’m Rob.” He shook hands with Heddy. “I’m as open a book as she is.”
“I certainly should not need to read you. I hope you only said that to support your girlfriend.”
“I meant it as well. So, why don’t you two sit down and get to know your decades long relationship in the thirty minutes before the guys get here.”
* * *
Beverley and her “aunt” were on the sofa talking as the guys arrived. When Richard arrived he was apprehensive about someone unexpected being in the apartment. He noticed a few of the guys and Beverley were looking at him.
He sat down quickly and leaned quietly toward Murat and said, “Who’s Beverley talking to?”
“Her aunt. She happened to be in town tonight.”
“That’s nice,” Richard said.
They were still waiting for Simon and Earl when Burke said, “How’s Jemma, Richard?”
“She’s great. Never better.”
The guys exchanged glances. Their girlfriends told them several things Jemma had been doing to get under Richard’s skin.
Beverley and her aunt approached the table. “We’re going to get out of your hair. Good night, guys.”
“You look familiar,” Richard said to the woman.
“I do? It must be my flaming red hair.”
“No. I don’t think so, you vile traitor,” he said standing up. His face contorted in anger. “You will not save him.”
The men at the table back away from the two of them.
Heddy’s stance changed immediately to one of defiance and calm. “You are already dead, uncle.”
“Then, I have nothing to lose.” Richard’s eyes rolled up into his. He went completely limp landing on his side. Blood dripped from his nose.
“Crap. Call 911,” Heddy said. She rushed to Richard and put hands on his head. “Can’t stop it.”
Blood started to seep from his eyes. Blood dripped from Heddy’s nose.
“You will not win,” she said through gritted teeth.
The struggle was invisible to those looking on.
“What do we do?”
“I don’t know.”
Beverley spoke into her phone. “I think my friend is having a stroke. We need an ambulance at….”
2025-01-18 07:00:04 +0000 UTC View Post
Angela is back, now with a name. We meet Daddy who seems just fine with Mommy being a doll. Or, perhaps, from his angle, he can't see the doll. Have to say, I hate rendering rain.
Note: I've made an update to Little Witch - Thank You, Mommy to include a closeup of Mommy as requested in the comments.
Note 2: This comic was updated with colored word balloons. The colors are keyed to the speaker and going forward should be consistent from comic to comic.
Angela is in a sandbox. Her doll is nearby. Daddy calls to her from the back door of their home.
Daddy: Angela!
Angela: Hi, Daddy.
Daddy: Angela, it's going to rain. Come inside, now.
Angela: Yes, Daddy.
Mommy: And... she forgot me.
It starts to rain.
Mommy: That child is going to be the death of me.
Mommy: Eventually. At least, as a doll, I can't drown.
2025-01-14 05:00:03 +0000 UTC View PostTed'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.
Kate Leskovich is Emily’s father thanks to magic. It’s too long to explain here. Read her first appearance in Ted’s Dolls Interlude 6, Part 2.
“It’s been five weeks now, Emily,” Dr. Morova said.
“Has it?”
“Yes. You say you’ll finally see Kate this weekend?”
“Yes. Ted came looking for me just before school started. He received information from an unknown wizard. They’re meeting at his parent’s home tomorrow. Kate will also be there.”
“That’s wonderful. Ted did invite me. But, I have other plans that I can’t break. And while as a person, I’d love to see you meet your parent for the first time, as your doctor, it is probably best that I only hear about the meeting from you on Monday.”
“I don’t expect there to be a problem. I’m also interested in seeing Ted’s family for the first time.”
“You sound a lot better today than a week ago or even Wednesday.”
“I had a long talk with Jemma Wednesday night.”
“Oh?”
“I know you know. She saw you Tuesday.”
“Yes, but I’m not at liberty to discuss that.”
“Of course. She’s very glad she met you. I’m wondering if I can have my life back without pursuing a reunion with Richard. My mind can tell me a thousand times he wasn’t my Richard when he gave me to Stockton. But, my heart only understands the betrayal I felt in the moment. He’s kind. Jemma is a good person. Maybe I’ll leave them be. As Jemma pointed out, she’s been dating him now longer than I did.”
“That’s very reasonable. But, I wonder if you really feel that way.”
“Probably not. But, I could feel that way. Eventually. I hope.”
* * *
As Ted steered onto his home street, Paris said, “Isn’t that your uncle’s car?”
“Yes, I’m glad to see it. It means Nana will be here when I meet my mystery guest.”
“He canceled two weeks ago?”
He pulled the car into the driveway and to the side so as not to block his uncle’s car.
“Yeah. It gave me more time to make sure Nana could be here,” he said. “You okay, Emily?”
“Which part?”
“What do you mean?”
“You probably think I’m focused on meeting Kate. But, I’m far more nervous about you and the other wizard handling Heddy’s uncle.”
“Oh. I’ll ensure you aren’t there when we do that if that’s what you want.”
“No, I want to be there,” she said. There was little malice in her voice, almost too little. “But, yeah, I’m about to meet my father. It’s a little weird considering the man who raised me left my mother and disowned me.”
“He didn’t like me either,” Ted said.
“That actually makes it easier. Anyone who could hate you without knowing you is the problem. Not me.”
“You’re never the problem,” Paris said.
“Tell that to Vivian.”
“Let’s not talk about Vivian until the mystery guest is long gone.”
They entered the house.
Nana sat in her favorite living room chair as usual. Uncle Henry got up and shook Ted’s hand. Paris glided past him to avoid him hugging her. She gave Cat a hug.
Patricia looked at Emily standing in the doorway. “Come in, dear.”
“I’m not sure what I’m supposed to say.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Arthur said. “You’ll learn how to do that when you have the time. I’m Arthur, Ted’s father. And I welcome you into my family, Ionescu or not.”
She took his outstretched hand and hugged him.
“Oh. You’re okay, Emily.”
“Am I?”
“You will be.”
“I am shocked, Dad.”
“I’m not always a stick in the mud, Ted.”
Cat rushed over to Emily. “Please, come meet Nana. She has wanted to meet you for a while, now.” She half dragged Emily to the chair Nana sat in. Also managing to avoid her uncle.
“You look just like Henrietta, Kate’s mother,” Nana said.
“Pleased to meet you, Nana,” Emily said.
“You can call me Gertie.”
The entire Ionescu family were looking at Nana in shock. She didn’t like when anyone called her Gertie.
“Kate and I used to be thick as thieves and I spent many, many hours in the company of Mrs. Leskovich. She always called me Gertie. I would love to see her face saying my name again.”
“Okay, Gertie.”
The open door rattled as it was knocked upon. “May I enter?” The woman standing there couldn’t be older than her early forties.
“It is an honor to welcome another member of the Leskovich family to our humble home,” Ted said stepping toward the door.
“I am honored to be welcomed into the home of the Ionescu family.”
“See, dear, it’s just stuffy and stupid.”
“Is that Gertrude?” Kate said after giving Ted a hug and nodding to the others as she rushed to the chair where Nana sat. “You got old?”
“You did too. That’s not how you really look.”
“It’s how I’ve always looked. Since I was fifty-two or so.” It was only then she noticed the young lady standing next to Nana. “Emily?”
“Father?”
The three of them laughed. “She looks just like your mother.”
“Like a picture in my photo albums. I wish I’d thought to bring them. Can we hug?”
“I’d love to,” Emily said.
* * *
Emily, Kate, and Nana went into the study next to the living room. A smaller room for an intimate conversation. Sitting in an overstuffed chair, reading from a tablet was a woman in her mid-thirties. As they entered, she set it aside and stood.
“Tilly?” Kate said.
“In the flesh.”
“Isn’t that the name of your sister, Gertie?”
“She calls you Gertie?”
“She’s Kate’s daughter, Emily. And she is the spitting image of Henrietta.”
“Oh, she is. And yes, I am Gertrude’s sister. She doesn’t even let me say, Gertie. I let her say Tilly.”
“No one wants to say Matilda, Tilly. And it’s not like you said much at all the last couple decades.”
“Why are you here and not in your garden?” Kate said.
“It’s my garden,” Nana said.
“She told me all about Emily and then she restores me to tell me you were meeting your daughter for the first time and there was intrigue involving yet another wizard family. I’m convinced this is all a hoax just so everyone can see me.”
“Ted didn’t get to see you?” Emily said.
“He will.”
“That’s also an ulterior motive of hers.”
“It’s not ulterior if it’s the main motive.”
“What?” Kate said.
“She wants Ted to change her tomorrow. That way the spell is his, not mine. She thinks I’m dying.”
“Everyone is dying,” Emily said.”
“Exactly,” Tilly said.
As the older women reminisced about times long gone, Emily just sat there listening to stories about Kate’s past. The stories they told were purposefully geared toward featuring Kate or someone in Kate’s immediate family. After an hour, Tilly stood up.
“I suppose I should go say hello to Ted. Is his girlfriend with him?”
“Yes. Paris is here.”
“I was fishing for her name.”
“I could tell.”
“I’ll go with you,” Nana said. “These two should talk alone.”
“Thanks,” Kate said.
When they were gone, Kate continued, “I’ve heard you were a dragon.”
“And a cat and a few other animals.”
“Mundane animals are easy. How did you manage to fly?”
“Probably by not knowing it should be difficult.”
“Ted and I discussed that. You shouldn’t be able to do what he can. But you did.”
“I can do other things you and he can’t do.”
“Like?”
“I turned a guy into a woman.”
“Thankfully I’m still young or I would have had a heart attack. You changed someone’s gender? Did they want you to?”
“They didn’t explicitly ask. But, they weren’t upset afterward.”
“They didn’t say anything when it happened.”
“She was asleep when I cast the spell this morning. I didn’t talk to her till breakfast in the cafeteria.”
“If you hadn’t run into her in the cafeteria, you would be here and they wouldn’t have any idea how to find you?”
“I have my phone.”
“Any idea if you created a working womb?”
“I never thought about that. So, it probably happened,” Emily said. “I keep expecting an enforcement team to show up because I’m doing magic that is forbidden to my bloodline.”
“Magic isn’t forbidden.”
“Wizards act like it is,” Emily said. “Ted’s explanation about keeping bloodlines strong is a bit weak on logic.”
“It is. I don’t know. Maybe there was some secret pact, long ago. Maybe we’ll never know.”
They sat quietly for a moment as Kate thought Emily was deep in thought
“Have you been a man?” Kate said, trying to change the subject a bit.
“No. I haven’t tried that.I’m generally just me, except when I go to my psychiatric appointments.”
“You’re seeing Heddy, right? I don’t really know her all that well. I knew her father, the kindest, gentlest man.”
“Yeah. I see her three times a week. The nice thing about it is I get to fly there.”
“Fly?”
“Dragon. I don’t have a car. And public transit is like two transfers to get to her office.”
“Can you show me?”
Emily changed into her dragon form. “What do you think?” The dragon said.
“That’s so cool!” A youthful voice shouted. Libby ran into the room.
The Dragon flapped its wings and hovered as well as it could a foot out of reach of the grasping child.
“And who might you be?” Kate said.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you,” she said to the dragon. “Hi, I’m Libby. Can you turn into a dragon?”
“I’ve never tried.”
Emily returned to human form. “Hello, Libby. You just startled me. I tend to be a little skittish these days.”
“I’m sorry. Where did you’re clothes go?”
“I haven’t tried to figure that out.”
“Libby, we don’t mind that you’re here. But what is your father going to say if he finds you here?”
“He’ll say I’m supposed to leave you alone.”
“And were you supposed to be listening to our conversation?”
“No. But, it’s the only way I learn about magic. They don’t like to explain stuff to me.”
“You’re still young, Libby. You’ll be taught when you’re older.”
“That’s what Ted says.”
“Libby, nobody likes it when adults tell them ‘wait until you’re older.’ Sometimes you do have to wait,” Emily said. “And sometimes you just go for it.”
“Emily?”
“Life is short. Besides, you’ve already done magic, haven’t you, Libby?”
“A few times.”
“You have?” Kate said.
“Don’t tell anyone,” Libby said. “How did you know?”
“You remind me of myself a few months ago. You have power but you have nowhere to go with it. You want to turn everyone into a doll all the time, don’t you?”
“I should leave,” Libby said.
“I feel like I should too,” Kate said. “You’re frightening her.”
“I didn’t mean to. Did I? I’m sorry. You need to relax. You can cast spells. You can also run. You don’t run all the time, do you?”
“No.”
“Then you don’t have to cast spells all the time either.”
“Okay. Thanks, Emily. That helped.” She gave Emily a hug.
Emily only backed away slightly before giving Libby a hug back. Libby skipped out of the room.
“I should call Heddy. I may have made progress for myself.”
“You’re still jumped when she hugged you.”
“I know. I’m working on it.”
“What progress did you make?”
“When I first changed myself, I wanted to do it all the time. Then I wanted to do it to everyone and anyone who was willing. Just like Libby. She probably casts her spell whenever she gets a chance.”
“And you turn into a dragon when you can.”
“Who wouldn’t? But, as I was telling Libby the magic will be there. I now realize I needed to learn that too.”
“Sometimes I regret never having raised any children. But, I did sire a good one.”
“Hopefully.”
“So, you have magic questions? If you’ve flown, I have no idea what I can tell you.”
“Do you practice?”
“I love to spend an afternoon as a fish in a small glass bowl.”
* * *
When Emily and Kate returned to the living room, there were conversations here and there among those in attendance.
“When will our mystery guest arrive?” Kate said.
“Around four, about an hour from now.”
“Is it in this room?” Emily said.
“It?”
“The doll.”
“Oh, no. It’s in the safe. It doesn’t come out until he gets here,” Ted said.
“Good. I really don’t want to be in the same country as the doll,” Emily said. “I’ll stay but I don’t want to be around the doll much.”
“That won’t be a problem. It’s wrapped up tighter than a drum.”
“Emily, dear,” Nana said. “I have a request that might upset you.”
“Are you going to ask me about restoring the other dolls? I’m not restoring them. Please don’t ask.”
“How did you know she was going to ask that?” Ted said.
Emily shrugged.
“Let’s not make this more awkward,” Ted said. “Perhaps you and Cat could go to the backyard until the mystery man arrives.”
“I would love to get a chance to know you,” Cat said. “The backyard is this way.”
There was an enclosed patio out back. A seating area further back was under a pergola. Cat led Emily to the pergola and sat in one of the chairs. Emily paced.
“Are you okay?”
“If I say I’m fine will you believe me?”
“Probably not.”
She sat in a chair next to Cat’s chair. “I’m getting by. I don’t want to think about what’s going to happen soon.”
“You’ve been through something I can’t imagine and I’m sure I know less than a percent of the details.”
“You really don’t want the details.”
“I’ll listen. But, no, I probably don’t want the details.”
“Let’s talk about you. What’s Ted’s sister all about when she isn’t living in Ted’s shadow?”
“Wow, that cuts hard.”
“It does?”
“Well, a little. I suppose I am living in his shadow. I’ve been the center of certain parties that are thrown where a lot of dolls attend,” Cat said. “I can talk about dolls, right?”
“I don’t care. Ted stopped renting dolls. I suppose he did it for me and Jane. I don’t really care if other people spend time as dolls. As long as there’s always consent.”
“Of course. I’m kind of dating the most gorgeous guy in the school, now. It started because I’m the wizard. And everyone has told me to make sure he likes me for me. I’ll probably let him take me to the prom. See how that goes.”
“I’m sure you’ll make the right choice for you. Tell me about Libby.”
“What about her?”
“She casts spells already.”
“No, she doesn’t.”
“Oh. Never mind I must have misunderstood something.”
“No, I’m just in denial. I’m always the last to find out about everything. Ted says I need to study more.”
“Well, he’s usually right.”
“And that’s the real shadow I live under.”
* * *
At the knock on the door, Arthur answered it. The man at the door wasn’t anyone he had ever met.
“Arthur Ionescu, I am Walter Crenshaw of the Tortossa family. I seek permission to enter your abode.”
“The Ionescu family welcomes a member of the Tortossa family with slight suspicion, but full hospitality nonetheless.”
“I accept you suspicion as the only cautious thing to do.” They shook hands.
Arthur stepped aside. Walter was tall, almost as tall as Ted. He was in his early forties.
“You must be Ted,” he said offering to shake hands. They did.
“I’m not familiar with the Tortossa family.”
“You should study your books more,” Nana said.
“Oh, my apologies. I didn’t know you would be here Mrs. Ionescu,” Walter said, kneeling down to put his eyes at Nana’s level.
“I’m only slightly more familiar with your family, Mr. Crenshaw. Our families have not met in decades that I’m aware of.”
“I believe that is true. Like your magic, my family’s magic is not of general use, such as Miss Leskovich’s abilities or the Morova family. I am honored by your presence on this meeting of families.”
“I am cautiously optimistic as well, Mr. Crenshaw,” Kate said. “What is the Tortossa family known for, or unknown for I suppose?”
“Amusing. Yes. It sounds like powerful magic. I can telekinetically move things short distances. But, the spells take far too much time to cast and it drains members of my family rather quickly. But, from learning about Ted’s recent exploits, I wonder if I have just not practiced enough to make myself more capable.”
“Perhaps,” Ted said. “My abilities have increased a lot after added practice.”
“Enough about that. I am remiss in my introductions. This lovely lady, you are Paris Chaplain, aren’t you? I saw your father a few months ago in Bulgaria. How is he?”
“You would know better than I would,” Paris said. “I haven’t seen him since last summer.”
“Priscilla did joke about not being sure what country they were in. They must travel a lot.”
“That is all they do. I didn’t even know they were in the Balkans. Although they usually Winter in Greece or Crete. Bulgaria isn’t very far from there.”
“I love Crete,” Walter said. “Any word about Randall?”
“When you said my name, I was hoping you might know something.”
“I told your father I had heard Randall was making a film for a rich person but not which rich person. Digging a little bit, that person turns out to be Stockton Perry.”
Emily walked into the room then. Her face went white at Stockton’s name. She turned around as if to leave. “Oh, please, don’t leave. A thousand pardons for saying that evil man’s name on this occasion,” Walter said.
“His name can’t hurt me.”
“No, Miss Scarborough. Still, I am sorry to have mentioned him in front of you. I merely though Miss Chaplain needed to know what I knew about Randall.”
“It was news to me. Thank you.”
“I obviously knew you were looking for him. I hope this little tidbit will reduce the general suspicion of me a tiny bit for some of you.”
“Perhaps a tiny bit,” Ted said. “If you’ll excuse me. I’ll go fetch the reason we’re here.”
“Fetch?”
“He isn’t subdued somewhere?”
“His subdual is absolute. Excuse me.”
Patricia left the room before Ted did. Cat was holding Emily as she inched into the room. As Ted passed them he said to Emily, “You don’t have to stay.”
“I do.”
Paris saw that Patricia looked upset and as Cat was taking care of Emily, she followed her to her bedroom. “Mrs. Ionescu? Patricia?”
Patricia snipped back, “I’d rather not discuss it, Paris.”
“Why are you upset?”
“It’s not my place.”
“What?”
“That man was evil. But does he deserve to turned into a piece of wood forever? Who are we to determine his fate?”
“I have an answer. Sadly, this answer is only good enough. I could ask you what was his justification for doing the evil things he did to Emily and Jane. But, that’s not the point. He must be stopped. Morally, he must be stopped. And there is no one else to stop him.
“I’m sure if anyone found out what Ted has done and if there would be consequences for his actions, Ted would face those consequences. He would even say he would do the same thing in the exact same way a second time if necessary. The same can’t be said for the evil man.
“In the end, this doesn’t justify anything. But, we should be able to sleep knowing Ted is different from the evil man, knowing that good men will stand in the way of evil man, regardless of the consequences, is the bright side in all of this.”
“That’s… that’s reassuring. And it all still feels wrong.”
“Two wrongs don’t make a right. Except, when there is no right, a second wrong may suffice.”
“Thank you. I only feel a little ill about all this, now.”
“There’s a lot to feel ill about in all of this. I’ll let you be.” Paris headed back to the living room.
While Ted was gone, Mr. Crenshaw had the look of a man thinking a mile a minute. When Ted returned with a small box, Walter’s assumptions were confirmed. “You’ve turned him into a doll.”
“An artist’s posing mannequin,” he said, setting the box down on the table. “Take a look.” He lifted the lid a crack. A bundle of dense cloth was wrapped around several layers of bubble wrap The posing mannequin was inside it. Its cylindrical head was featureless. “He can’t see or sense much of anything but the few vibrations that pass through the box and all that wrapping. I recommend leaving him in the closed box.” He closed the box.
“I was hoping to interrogate him.”
“Not happening here. Not my problem,” Ted said.
“You are following the letter of our deal. I would ask that you help with the spirit. I understand Morova is dangerous. Is there any way we could setup an environment where you might be willing to release him for a short period of time.”
“It’s possible, I suppose. The only issue is we really don’t know how his powers work. Does he need line of sight? Or does he just need to know where you are?”
“We could find that out from his niece, Heddy. You managed to get Miss Scarborough to be her patient. Miss Morova could tell us his limitations.”
“Do you often go around telling people the full extent and vulnerabilities of your abilities?”
“True.”
Emily’s eyes were locked onto the box. Her face was inscrutable.
“Are you sure you want to stay?” Cat whispered.
“I’m fine.”
“If I propose something to you and it is reasonable, would you help?” Walter said.
“I am open to future negotiations.”
“I suppose that’s more than I can ask. I’ve changed my mind. I wasn’t going to ask. But, I’m curious. Why do you trust me to take him out of your control?”
“I don’t have to trust you. You don’t have anyone who can restore him. Everyone who could is right here: me, my father, my uncle, Nana, and Cat. If you’re foolish enough to put the doll on a shelf in a room, it’s your brain he might find.”
“Fair. I suppose our business is done.”
“Why all the secrecy when you first contacted me?”
“Mr. Crenshaw was gathering information on you, on all of us,” Paris said returning to the room. “What I want to know is how you gave us real time information up in the national park?
“You know or know of Leslie Pauluva, correct?”
“Seer,” Nana said. “Rather powerful one as I understand it.”
“Yes. Just like Ted is not the only Ionescu, Leslie is not the only Pauluva. And, I’ll offer one other fact. Leslie might not share things he learns as part of his work for someone with a third party. But, he will often talk about what he sees freely with his sister, Sofia, regardless of whom he may have been working for at the time. His sister happens to be on my payroll.”
“How do you know she doesn’t do the same thing back to Leslie?”
“I’m sure she does. But, it’s hard to keep secrets from a Seer under normal circumstances.”
Walter got up, leaving the box on the table. “I’m sorry we could not meet under better circumstances,” he said to Emily. “I feel you are one to watch. I hope I haven’t made a poor showing in your eyes.”
“We’ll see,” she said.
In turn, he spoke to everyone there repeating his hope that they feel favorably about meeting him. He took the box and left.
Kate stood and said to Emily, “Maybe you’d like to lie down in the next room. We could talk some more.”
“Okay.” She followed her father into the next room.
“Where did my mother go?” Ted said to Paris.
“She’s having a crisis of morality versus practicality.”
“I’ll talk to her,” Arthur said.
“Nobody likes what we had to do,” said Ted.
* * *
Emily closed the door behind her. She was staring at it for a moment before she turned around.
“You liked what they had to do,” Kate said.
“Yeah. I know I shouldn’t. But, I’m dancing with abandon on the inside.”
“At least all of that is over and done with.”
Emily tried to wipe an angry look off her face before it was noticed.
“It is over, isn’t it? Are you planning something?”
“I’d rather not say.”
“Don’t do anything dangerous.”
“I can promise I won’t do anything dangerous. But, I won’t have closure until I spend the night in my dorm room with Jane sleeping in the bed across the room from mine. So far, only chapter one of this saga is over and done with.”
“How many more chapters are there?”
“At least two, closure on Richard is still pending. And closure on Jane is two. Sometimes I just feel like I’m skating by. I attend my classes. I do the homework. My grades are good. But, I couldn’t tell you anything about what was on the last few tests I took. It isn’t sticking because I’m still trapped between what was and what will be.”
Kate instinctively put her arm around Emily. Emily leaned into the hug. “I wish I could say everything will be fine. Everything could end up sucking a lot. But, I will say you will move on eventually. There are several people helping us to find Jane and get her back. As for Richard, he will make it to see Heddy eventually. Something is bound to happen there sooner than later. And he’s just one guy. Odds are you’ll date other guys. Or, in your case, you’ll be the guy, perhaps.”
Emily laughed. “Only if I take after my father.”
“I am quite take after worthy.”
“I’m still finding that out.”
“That’s fine. I’m in no hurry.”
* * *
Sunday afternoon, after returning to campus with Ted and Paris, Emily went to the dorm. She was used to Freddy having an open door policy so she just turned the handle on his door and entered.
On the bed, Joel scrambled to cover himself. Vivian just laughed. “Hi, Emily.” She reached leisurely for something to cover herself with.
Joel said, “You didn’t lock the door? We’ve been naked for hours. Anyone could have walked in.”
“Anyone did,” Emily said. “I take it you’ve been exploring your new self.”
“Since last night.”
“Well done, Joel. You know, you don’t have to be shy. I’ve seen you naked.”
“You have?”
“I was the last doll you guys rented before you started renting each other.”
“Oh, right. I knew that. Still, I prefer not to be flashing my parts for no reason.”
“Fair. So, how did this hook up happen?”
Vivian and Joel told the story like an old married couple. As they did, the PicMeNow came up and they showed the app to Emily.
“One hundred seventy thousand likes? Why?”
“The dress,” Vivian said. “The designer replied he was happy to see it again.”
“The dress?” Joel said. “The model. Emily knows how to make a hot looking woman.”
“I could change you too, Joel.”
“No thanks. What brings you by?”
“I was just checking up on Vivian to see if she’s still happy now. Did you make her happy, Joel?”
“More than happy,” Vivian said.
Joel blushed. “Do you want me to leave?”
“You don’t have to. There’s nothing really secret going on here.”
“So? Vivian? Do you want to change back?”
“No. I’m good.”
“Cool. I’m glad I stopped by. I was feeling a bit down earlier.”
“You were? I thought you were seeing your actual father today?”
“I did. And that went well. There was other business involved though that lessened the joy of meeting her.”
“You want to talk about it?”
“I do. But not here while Joel is so uncomfortable. Get dressed and I’ll take you to dinner. Both of you. You’ve probably forgotten to eat today.”
“I am hungry.”
“I’ll order you guys dessert and skip out after paying the bill so you can kind of have a dinner date together.”
“We aren’t a couple.”
“I never said you were a couple.”
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Second animation is here. Originally this was going to just be a few panels. Then I thought I'd animate the change. Very different from the mannequin disk animation. :) Last time I posted the link to YouTube at the "content type" of this post. And, because it's NSFW, you get that "you can't see this" image from YouTube. Instead, I'll just put the link to the YouTube video here.
I mostly did this as an animation because I wanted to have her put on her hair. :)
2025-01-07 05:00:01 +0000 UTC View PostTed'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.”
2025-01-04 05:00:02 +0000 UTC View Post
As I said, I post these renders to the community for fun. But there's no notifications for that (that I'm aware of). So, I also collect them here.
Just A Sip - The first image here differs from its chat debut by the addition of steam to the coffee cup. Exciting, I know. There aren't named characters, nor did they appear in the holiday greeting card last week.
Liai Through a Window - I was playing with posing and a bit of depth of field. Liai is a favorite model I made. She appears in a fun sequence in February.
Liai Can't Wait (NSFW) - Hmm... I started this because I wanted to do the dangling shoe...
Clown Face - Just wanted to see if a red rubber textured sphere looked just like a clown nose. :)
Six times in a row. Could Pat and Stacy have been fixing the drawing of straws?
Transcript
Ellie groaned, "How about we draw again? Two out of three? I've done it the last six times."
Pat: "You know we need the extra income from it. You drew the short straw fair and square."
Ellie: "Fine, Pat. I'll get in the booth. At least these gigs only last for a week."
Pat: "Actually, the store doesn't do one week displays any more."
Ellie: "How long will it take now?"
Stacy: "Two months."
Ellie: "Seriously, Stacy. You didn't mention that when we were drawing straws."
Pat: "You didn't ask."
Stacy: "Doesn't matter. Someone has to do it."
Pat: "It does pay more."
Stacy: "Here's the pose they want."
Ellie: "I get it. Just close the door."
Stacy: "Sexy."
<SHWWWOOOOMMM>
Stacy: "She came out nice."
Pat: "This booth always works well. That's why we use it. Let's get her clothes off and take her apart. I'm going to miss her."
Stacy: "It's only two months, Pat."
Pat: "..."
Stacy: "Pat? It's only two months, right?"
Pat: "..."
2024-12-31 05:00:04 +0000 UTC View PostTed'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, Mary, Candace, and Edwin first appeared in Ted’s Dolls 10. The other three have had POV episodes. This is Freddy’s turn.
For the first couple weeks of the spring semester, rumors about Jane’s and Emily’s kidnappings were all people talked about on campus. The fact that Ted had suspended his doll making business did nothing to quell those rumors.
Candace and Edwin were face to face on his bed, talking about stuff in the way lovers do. Candace had just stolen a kiss from Edwin as the door to the room opened.
“I’m sorry,” Mary said from the door. “I thought we were getting together tonight.
Candace laughed and got up. “Come in,” she said and gave her friend a hug. “We were just chatting.”
“I’m not interrupting?”
“No, no, Mary,” Edwin said, reaching for some books.
“I wasn’t sure we’d be meeting, too,” Freddy said, just arriving. “Hey, this’ll be the first time in a long time we’re all studying together as people.”
“Well, Ted’s app says rentals are on indefinite hiatus. Anyone asking him about dolls gets a polite, ‘No,’” Edwin said.
“Two of his friends were kidnapped as dolls,” Candace said. “I wonder if that was exciting. I mean, until it wasn’t.”
“Who was kidnapped?” Edwin said.
“Jane and Emily from the third floor.”
“They were? I saw Emily the other day. She did look a bit off.”
“She was found, I don’t know how, just before the semester started.”
“God, that sucks for them.”
“I considered asking Ted to leave me as a doll over winter break,” Mary said.
“Really?” Candace said, her eyes lit up like that was something she should have thought of. “How about over the Summer, Edwin?”
“As much as I enjoy you as a doll, I don’t think I could handle a whole summer without hearing your voice.”
“Aw,” she smooched him.
“Smooth,” Freddy said. “I hear Ted can put voice boxes in the dolls so you squeeze their hand and they speak.”
“So, he could hear my voice?”
“He could.”
“Can’t be turned into a doll any more,” Edwin said.
“I’m sure Ted will start that up again eventually,” Mary said.
“Neither of you are helping.”
“Yes, we are,” Freddy said.
“We’re helping Candace,” Mary said.
Freddy held his hand up and Mary, after an eye roll, slapped his hand in high-five solidarity.
* * *
Freddy was walking back to his room after the study group broke up for the night. As he left the stairwell onto the third floor, he saw Emily standing in front of her room. She seemed upset.
“This is probably the wrong thing to say,” he said to her. “But, are you all right?”
“Why do people keep asking me that?”
“I’m sure you meant that rhetorically. But, I was only asking in reference to you staring at the door to your room. I can mind my own business if you prefer it.”
“I… Sorry. Everyone tiptoes past me like I’m going explode or just drop and curl into a ball crying.”
“You aren’t going to do that? I wouldn’t mind seeing an explosion. Though now I’m a bit too close. Can I back away first?”
“Too late.”
“I’m fucked. Seriously, though, you look like you need help with a door or something.”
“Oh, I need help. But, not with any old door. This one. I can’t go in.”
“This is your roo--… Jane.”
“Got it in one.”
“I say you curl into a ball. Not just because I’d rather not be caught in an explosion. But, because crying helps.”
She gave a half laugh. “You can help.”
“Okay.”
She handed him her university id card. “Open the door for me.”
He took the card. “Sure. Is this some kind of exercise you were told to do for therapy.”
“You can tell.”
“My brother has seen a lot of shrinks. He’s living in a facility now. He has extreme schizophrenia among other conditions. I could always tell when the doctor had given him exercises to do. You have that look.”
“It’s very encouraging to hear doing the exercises didn’t help your brother.”
“I never said he did the exercises.” Freddy unlocked the door and walked in. He turned on the lights and walked over to her desk. He put her id card on it.
“I didn’t tell you to…”
“No, I took initiative,” Freddy said. He leaned against the closet door next to the entrance to the room. “I’ll leave whenever you say.”
“I need my card back.”
“It’s right there.”
“You know what I could do to you.”
“I’ve heard rumors about you. Still. You don’t want to end up living in a care facility. Pretend I’m not here and do your exercise.”
“You’re doing this because you didn’t help your brother?”
“He was eighteen. I was eight. I’m paying it forward, technically.”
It was just a room. She knew that. It looked innocent. It lied. Jane had stood by the window. And then she was gone. A week later, Emily had stood in that same spot. Trapped in her own mind. Helpless as Richa-- as he met someone new. Helpless as he told her to follow him out for the last time.
“Don’t you have somewhere to be.”
“I think I’m in that place.” His eyes looked at her shoes. He could see her lifting her foot and putting it right back down. “Take tiny steps.”
And she did. She inched forward a little.
“See. You’ve got this.”
She gave him a look that somehow was murderous and imploring and sorrowful all at once. After a few more baby steps, she took a whole step and passed the threshold of the entrance. She looked at Freddy who managed to look back with an expression of mild disinterest.
“There. I’m in the room.”
“Close the door.”
“You don’t know what the exercise is.”
“Then you should be able to close the door.”
“Fine.” She turned around and closed the door. She remained facing the door as she said. “Now can you leave me alone?”
“Not until you go stand by the window.”
She turned around, her face a mask of fury. Her body shifted form and a small dragon floated in the air where she had stood. “Do not trifle with me!” The dragon’s guttural voice screamed at Freddy.
“FUCK!” He banged his head against the door to the closet. He did nothing to hide his fear. “Okay. Fine. I’ll leave because you asked so nicely.”
The heat found in a furnace blew across his face as she opened her mouth wide. As quickly, the Dragon shifted, grew larger, and turned back into Emily. “I…” She collapsed against him sobbing.
His urge to run was defeated by his need to comfort her. Though he feared the state of his underwear. “It’s… It’s okay. Just cry.”
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean… I…”
“It’s fine, Emily. No singe, no foul.”
She laughed through her blubbering. “You could have died.”
“I’m extremely aware of that. But, look. Here we are standing in your dorm room.”
She looked around confused. They were no longer standing by the closet. They were between the two beds not quite by the window. “You!”
“Now, just stand over there.”
“How big are your balls?”
“Turn me to a cinder and you’ll never know.”
She laughed and then turned dead serious. “I will make it up to you. Wizard’s oath. I need to atone for frightening you with painful, fiery death.” She felt the universe acknowledge her oath.
“If that means, you owe me a favor, stand by the window and we’re even.”
“No. That won’t work. I’ll stand by the window without yielding my promise to you. I’ve come this far.” She turned and took one normal step toward the window. Then another. She reached out and touched it.
“Great.”
“No. I have to look down, too.”
“You aren’t looking down? No, I guess you aren’t. Why?” He stood behind her. “What will you see? If I name things I see, will that make you upset?”
“Probably.”
“Should I?”
“You aren’t dead yet.”
“The night is young. The walkway?”
“Close, but no.”
“Not the trees or the buildings in the distance.”
“No.”
“The lamp post?”
“Also close.”
“The bench? What happened on the bench?”
She held back tears he couldn’t see as she was facing the window. She looked down. There it was: the bench. His new girlfriend sat there. Richard looked back at Emily and waved. He spoke to the woman. She responded favorably. They chatted for a while before walking away together.
Her body trembled and Freddy heard her sob. He held her from behind.
As he touched her, she broke free of the memory. She was in her dorm room with Freddy. She turned and sobbed, her head against his chest. He spoke but she didn’t register it.
Minutes later, all cried out, she looked up at him. “Thank you.”
“I’m just hoping the tears will save me from the flames.”
She chuckled. “I doubt it.”
“Have you burnt stuff with those flames?”
“The first time I tried to cook a squirrel it was no longer meat when I was done.”
“First time?”
“It’s a long story.”
“Reverse Scheherazade me. The longer you tell the story, the better. Then I know I’ll live another day.”
“But I won’t have to finish the story.”
“I expect you prefer that.” He looked around. “We can go to my room if you want to leave.”
“Yes, please.”
“The exercise didn’t have a minimum time, did it?”
“Actually, my doctor will be amazed. I don’t think she thought I’d reach the window on the first entrance.”
“How long have you been trying to enter this room?”
“Basically every day since I got back three weeks ago.” They stood at the threshold to the room. “Can you get the door? I don’t want to seem like I’m eager to leave.”
* * *
Emily opened up to Freddy about her torture at the hands of the mentalist, about her being sold to a billionaire, and even about how she left Jane curled up in a ball in a rather unmannequinly manner.
Freddy restrained himself from asking a lot questions, letting her pause or rush through parts of the story. He hoped he hadn’t been showing her a look horror throughout. He was amazed she hadn’t gone completely mad.
By the time she got to her escape, she was far more comfortable talking than she realized. It was also morning. Like the fable, she had talked until dawn. They were lying in his bed, shoes off for comfort. He held her hand so she could squeeze it during the more harrowing parts.
“I just remembered I was thinking about Earl when I first turned into a dragon. I have to remember to thank him when I tell him the story.”
Freddy said, “I’m curious. Can Ted turn into a dragon?”
“No, his magic is limited to inanimate humanoids.”
“Does that mean you know more spells than he does?”
“No. It’s weird. Wizards are usually limited to one thing. For example, Stockton Perry had that fucking mentalist working for him. But, that asshole couldn’t transform himself or others physically at all. That’s why he needed me. Or Ted.”
“I’m still confused.”
“Magic is genetic, I’m told. I couldn’t teach you to do magic unless you were part of an existing magic lineage.”
“Ted knows other doll makers?”
“His sister and his father that I know of can do it, though they aren’t as skilled as Ted is. Doing magic is like exercise. It makes you stronger at magic.”
“So, your family can do all that you can do?”
“Well, I’m only supposed to be able to change myself. I’m an anomaly I guess. I can do things only Ted’s family can do.”
“So, you couldn’t change me into a dragon.”
“I wouldn’t try that. Too big a change. But, I wonder if I could do a small change.”
“I didn’t volunteer.”
“Yes, you did. You have something in mind. I can see it in your eyes.”
He became quiet. “Nobody but Ted knows. But, I used to be one of his dolls frequently.”
“I thought he had trouble getting male dolls.”
“He does. And I didn’t help that because…”
“He would turn you into a female doll?”
“Yes. I don’t find guys attractive at all. But… it sure feels great getting… um…”
“Fucked? C’mon, Freddy. Look at these walls covered in sexy posters. Do you just like looking at them or do you wish you were them?”
“I bought them for the first reason. Later, after I was a doll, the second reason became a pipe dream.”
“You have a reputation to uphold. You should own this.”
“I’ve never told anyone that. Not even Edwin or the girls.”
“There’s no shame to liking what you like.”
“In my heart, I’m with you one hundred percent. In my head, I guess I’m a wimp. I can give it but can’t take it.”
“I thought taking it was the part you liked.”
“Funny. Who’s supposed to helping whom here?”
“We all need somebody to lean on.”
“I love that song.”
“I’m tired.”
“It is morning. I’m tired too. You can sleep here if you don’t want to walk all the way to the sorority house.”
“I could just go to my room down the hall.”
“Could you?”
“No. Of course not. I don’t think I could sleep there, yet.”
“We’ll work on that. I’m going to fall asleep now. As I said, you’re welcome to stay. No funny business will happen.”
“Okay.”
They both fell asleep.
Emily woke first. She didn’t want to disturb Freddy so she slipped out of bed slowly. Looking down at him, she thought about what he’d said last night. She knew she shouldn’t do it. And she knew she’d gotten herself into a lot of trouble doing magic on a whim. She was out the door as the spell was transforming Freddy.
2024-12-28 05:00:02 +0000 UTC View PostMerry Christmas. Hopefully it won't be another
2024-12-25 05:00:23 +0000 UTC View PostBigclosetr.us had another contest. I should have posted about it when I posted it there last week. Anyway. The story, The Pole Dancer, will be posted here in February (after the current run of Ted's Dolls Season 4 stories). But, if you want to read it now, follow this link.
This is the link to the list of contest entries.
This is the original contest rules post.
The Pole Dancer is a bodyswap/tg story. And, of course, there's magic. I might have a rendered pic to go with it by February. I might not.
2024-12-24 13:11:51 +0000 UTC View Post
I got a new Daz asset and thought I'd revisit Heather. Even her shirt is still there.
(Remember, I have a story dropping tomorrow. It's a long one, too.)
2024-12-24 05:00:03 +0000 UTC View Post
Before talking about the images, I'd like give a welcome to any new patrons who weren't here the last time I welcomed the new patrons aboard. Welcome. Now...
You've seen most of these ladies in various renders or in the logo at the top of my Patreon home page. From the left (front): Anya, Lila, Drew, and Rita; (back): Zabrinna and Heather. If you look closely, there is snow falling. I need to work on that.
There's a long anticipated story that will release on Christmas day, at Midnight EST as usual. I hope you enjoy it. It has nothing to do with this greeting card.
Hopefully this animated GIF works. Patreon won't let me post a WEBP that would actually look nice:
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.
Jemma was manipulated to be Richard’s girlfriend by Mr. M in TD Interlude 6, Part 1.
Jemma lay in bed watching Richard sleep. Their limbs were commingled. Her thoughts churned over her visit with Dr. Morova the day before. She hadn’t told Richard she was going and considering what she found out. She was glad she hadn’t.
He looks so peaceful, she thought. He has no idea what he’s done. What was done to him. I should push him to see the doctor. Oh, he’s waking...
“It’s Wednesday, Richard.” Jemma said.
“Good morning. I’m aware of that. What movie do you want to rent this evening?”
“Don’t you want to see Rob and, um, Simon and the others at the poker game?”
“I haven’t been to poker in a couple months.”
“I know. But, you were so happy to see those guys when we went to Earl’s and Rhana’s place for dinner during Winter break. That was over a month ago. Why don’t you text Rob and tell him you’ll be there tonight.”
“We rent a movie every Wednesday night.”
“I know but I feel like you don’t see your friends because of me.”
“I spend time with you because I want to.”
“I know. I’m just saying I don’t mind if you spend time with your friends. I was hoping to go spend a few hours with my friends.”
“Who?”
“What do you mean who?”
“You’ve never mentioned any friends before. I asked you several times if you wanted to have some friends over and every time you said I was your only friend.”
“Are you saying I can’t make friends with people?”
“No, I just don’t know who your friends are. You never mention anybody when I ask you how your day was.”
“We spend all our time together. I thought it would be nice to spend some time with other people for a change. We’re tight. We can safely loosen up.”
“Other people?”
“Yes, friends. I enjoy all the time I spend with you. That won’t change. But, you can’t eat your favorite food for every meal, every day. Other people will make our time together even better.”
He just looked at her for a couple minutes. “Okay. I’ll tell Rob I’ll be there. I wonder what the girls will be doing since Ted isn’t renting dolls any more.”
“That is weird. Do you know why?”
“I haven’t heard a reason.”
She kissed him and they embraced for a few moments.
“You have fun tonight. Maybe you’ll learn some gossip. That’s another reason we need to see more people.”
“I suppose you’re right. Don’t miss me too much.”
“I’ll try not to.”
“Hey, how about a ‘won’t see you all day’ tit rub?”
“You want me to get under the desk.”
“You love when I rub your tits with my feet.”
“Yes, I do.” Do I? Did I like it or did the controls make me like it? Was him telling me I love a tit rub his attempt to use the pendant against me?
She disrobed and crawled under the desk. I don’t want him to get angry by disobeying him.
The balls of his feet moved in circled on her breasts. Her nipples reacted to the stimulation. This isn’t so bad. I wonder why he likes doing this. Well, it does give me time to think.
I guess it makes sense he doesn’t know about the kidnapping. He probably has the same things in his mind that I had. What did Dr. Morova call it? The same controls I had. I bet it’s so he doesn’t think about Emily. Did Emily do this with him? I should find her. We need to talk.
* * *
Jemma stood outside the door to the room she believed was Emily’s door for several minutes before she knocked. She wanted to just run as far away from the door as possible. Emily had treated her nicely the few times they’d spoken so far. But, she also might have put something into Jemma’s head. Was this a good idea?
“You looking for Emily?”
She turned at the sound and found a short, pale woman wearing mostly black had addressed her. Her clothing was styled to give the impression of Victorian clothing, without the huge bustles and hoops. “Um, yeah. I guess she isn’t here.”
“She’s never here. It’s too bad. Her and Jane had a decent sized room that no one is using. I’m Mary.”
“Jemma. Any idea where Emily is?”
“Eta Delta Tau, last I heard.”
“Oh, that’s very helpful. Thanks, Mary.”
“Aren’t you dating Richard?”
“Yes.”
“Good luck finding her.” Mary turned and went back into her room.
Getting into the sorority house was easier than she expected. Whitney answered the door. Jemma remembered her from the dinner party over break.
“Hi, Jemma. What brings you here?”
“Is Emily here?”
“Probably. Is she expecting you?”
“No. I had nothing to do tonight so I thought I’d find someone to talk to.”
“And you picked Emily.”
“Is that a problem?”
“No, no. Come in. I’ll see if I can find her.”
They passed through the foyer into the main room. Trish and Karen were there chatting. “Trish, can you keep Jemma company while I find Emily?”
“Emily? Oh, sure. Okay. Come, have a seat, Jemma. I’m surprised Richard isn’t with you.”
“He went to his poker game tonight.”
Trish stood up. “Karen, can you stay with Jemma? I just remembered I need to call a few people about a group project.”
“Sure.”
Trish went to the house office where she believed Paris was going doing her presidential duties. “Paris?”
“Hey, Trish. How…?”
“Jemma just showed up here looking for Emily.”
“Interesting. That might be good.” She took out her phone and sent a text to Ted.
“Will it be?”
“I hope so. It might mean she went to the wizard doctor.”
“Oh. Maybe. I feel like such a gossip.”
“Where’s Jemma now?”
“With Karen. Whitney is getting Emily.”
“Okay. You might want to lure Karen out of the parlor. Whitney will be discreet. I’m not so sure Karen will read the room.”
“I’m on it.”
Paris received a text from Ted asking her to keep him updated.
Whitney returned to the living room. “Emily will be right down.”
“I don’t know why she gets to live here without pledging,” Karen opined.
“We can discuss that with Paris if you’d like. Let’s do it now. I’m sure Emily and Jemma would like some privacy.”
“They would? Oh, sure. Nice seeing you, Jemma.” Karen got up and left.
“You, too.” Jemma said. She mouthed to Whitney, ‘Thank you,’ who nodded in acknowledgment.
A few moments later, Emily entered the parlor. She wore a plastic smile that Jemma suspected she was the source of. “Hi, Emily.”
“Hi. How are you?”
“A wreck,” Jemma said.
“Oh?” Emily sat down next to her.
“I haven’t been myself for a couple months. I have to thank you for convincing me to see Dr. Morova.”
“I did what?”
“It’s okay. I don’t mind. I learned some horrible things. I owe you a debt I can never repay. I…”
“No, you don’t.” Emily pulled Jemma into a hug.
“I stole Richa--…”
“No, you don’t. No, you didn’t,” Emily said, holding Jemma more firmly. “Believe me. It would be much easier for my mental health to blame you for what happened between... I wanted to blame you but I know I shouldn’t. I can’t. One of the people to blame has been dealt with. I’m still working on dealing with the other.”
“The doctor didn’t tell me about a second mind wizard.”
“Oh, the second person isn’t a mind wizard. He’s a money wizard and his days are numbered.”
“Numbered? You aren’t going to…”
“Kill him? I’d like to. But, no. I’m not a murderer. I’m not so sure he isn’t though. He’s just going to get the comeuppance he deserves if my plan comes together.”
They sat holding one another for several minutes in silence.
“How is… how’s Richard?” Emily whispered.
“I don’t know. I’ve tried to get him to see Dr. Morova but he won’t hear of it. I… I pushed him away tonight.”
Emily didn’t say anything.
“He’s at his poker game. The stuff in my head was designed to make us codependent. I’m trying to break that. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t talk about him in front of you.”
“I asked. And I’ll help you get him to see the doctor. Admittedly, I might be a little selfish in my motives trying to get his head fixed. But, neither of us can truly be with Richard as long as he isn’t in control of his own mind.”
“I know. The doctor said that. And I… I told the doctor I no longer thought I was in love with Richard. A week ago I’d have said of course I was and whatever was messing with my head would have made think that I was,” Jemma said. “I don’t dislike him. We just can’t be at that level of a relationship given the circumstances nor this soon.”
“Don’t take this the wrong way. I wish I could confidently say I wasn’t in love with Richard.”
“You poor thing.”
“I’m fine.”
“I don’t think you are.”
Emily teared up. “I’m really not. That’s why I sleep here. I can’t face the dorm room where I got Jane kidnapped.”
“I’ll hold you like you held me a moment ago if you like.”
“Okay.”
* * *
Richard’s arrival at the poker game was a little awkward.
Murat was oblivious to the social dynamic. “Good to see you, Richard. Where were you the last couple weeks?”
“Watching movies with Jemma.”
“Jemma? Who’s Jemma? Is she that pre-med student?”
“Yes, that’s her.”
“Is she friends with Emily?”
As Richard was about to say, “who?” Burke said. “Don’t give him the third degree. Young lovebirds need a lot of attention. Not that you know anything about that.”
“Ha, ha,” Murat said. “That may have changed.”
“Oh?”
“Maryann and I are having our third date Friday night.”
“You asked her out?” Earl said.
“I did. She was so happy. I must be an idiot.”
“It’s not your fault you aren’t wired to see what’s right in front of you,” Rob said.
“I hope that wasn’t supposed to be mean?”
“Only a little, Murat. We love you because you’re very friendly and still a bit socially awkward.”
“Maryanne tried to tell me that maybe she was bad at flirting. I’m sure she was just trying to be nice.”
“See you managed to pick up on that. You’re already improving.”
* * *
Paris, Trish, and Whitney entered the living an hour after Jemma arrived. Jemma and Emily were lying on their backs on the large sectional sofa. Their heads were next to one another. Emily had been talking when the other women entered. Jemma sat up while Emily remained on her back.
“I can’t believe what happened to you,” Jemma said, sitting upright.
“I see everything is okay in here,” Paris said.
“I haven’t turned her into a potted plant,” Emily said. She sat up and scooted closer to Jemma.
“Could you do that?” Whitney said.
“Maybe. I shouldn’t be able to turn people into dolls. So…”
“You shouldn’t be able to? You turned me into a doll.”
“And you’re fine now.”
“Maybe they can help,” Jemma said. “I know what happened. I went to see Emily’s psychiatrist wizard and she…”
“Psychiatrist wizard?” Trish said. “I know I shouldn’t have interrupted. I just couldn’t let that slip by.”
“Dr. Morova is a psychiatrist and a mentalist wizard,” Emily said. “I’m only seeing her because Ted said she could be trusted.”
“She broke the controls in my head,” Jemma said. “I was blindly in love with Richard for two months because of what was done to my brain.”
“And now?”
“I still have feelings for him. But, I’ve met Emily and I know how Richard was made to leave her. It isn’t right.”
“You said we could help. What can we do?” Paris said.
“We can’t figure out how to get Richard to see Dr. Morova.”
The five of them brainstormed the problem until Whitney said, “I’ve got it. Couples therapy.”
“That’s good,” Paris said.
“Yeah. But, he thinks everything between us is good,” Jemma said.
“Well, you just have to change that,” Trish said.
“I can try that. Forgive me for saying this, Emily, but I don’t want to torpedo my future chances with Richard. I understand you were his girlfriend and you really didn’t break up. Still, the two of you only dated for a couple months before I was thrust into his arms.”
“That’s fair,” Emily said. “You may even have me beat in number of days together by now.”
“But, what I’ve had, what I have now is all a sham. And I don’t think I can change that without help.”
“You can have all the help you want,” Paris said.
“You’ve all already helped. I can see clearly now and I had no idea I was living a lie.”
“We have friends in the poker group. Make sure he continues attending each week. Do things that he might mention to the guys that bothers him about you, nothing extreme. We can get the guys to suggest therapy,” Paris said.
“I’m worried his controls will just make him think the things that should bother him don’t bother him.”
“We won’t know until you try,” Whitney said.
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When I found her like this, there was a note on the desk that said we would make love as soon as she could move again.
It also said she would be stuck as a mannequin until I had removed all of her clothes.
This was a dilemma. I could take her dress off quickly and enjoy an evening of carnal delights. Or I could leave her here, standing serenely in the study where I could revisit her beauty day after day.
Some would jump immediately to the nooky. Some would leave her untouched for a long time. But, I went with a third option.
I'm undressing her slowly. First, I exposed a single breast. A week later, I slid the sleeve a little bit down her arm. Next week, I'll slide the same sleeve further down her arm to the elbow. After that, I can move to her right side.
Slowly, methodically, I will undress her and get to enjoy her beauty here in the study for several months if I don't succumb to lust.
2024-12-16 05:00:04 +0000 UTC View PostTed's Dolls was meant to be an anthology series of doll transformations. But, since its humble beginnings, 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.
Misty graduated from the same high school as Ted in the same year he did. She first appeared in Cat’s Dolls, A Ted’s Dolls Bonus Story. This story takes place in the spring of 2023. It starts four months before Ted’s Dolls 1: Jane.
The cheerleaders were doing post-practice cool down stretches in small groups. The head cheerleader, Misty, always reminded them it helped increase flexibility. She was in a group with Kimberley and Ayla.
“Did you hear about Tiffany? She’s dating Ted,” Ayla, the chief gossip of the group, said. “Didn’t you have your eye on him?”
“She is?” Misty said. “Are they really serious? How many dates? How do you know?”
“I don’t know. I heard it from Ted’s friend, Burke.”
“What are you going to do about it, Misty?” Kimberley said.
“I’ll figure something out.”
In the shower, she didn’t pay much attention to the other women and left as soon as she could. She rushed over to a classroom as far from the gymnasium as a room could be in the school.
Several chess boards were setup on the desks and more than twice as many students were sitting in front of them or standing around talking about forks, skewers, and openings. She knew how to play chess but their discussions were over her head.
“Michael,” she said, as soon as she found him. He was staring at the board in front of him trying figure out how to capture his opponent’s white bishop that was stopping him from gaining progress in the game. “Michael.”
“Huh, what?” Michael said, turning to look at her. “Hi, Misty. Give me a minute.”
“Just take that pawn.”
“No helping,” several people nearby said. One of them said “kibitzing” instead of “helping.”
“I can’t take that pawn. He’ll mate me four.”
“I will?” His opponent said. He had been leaning back, sure he knew the state of the game. He leaned back toward the board as now he wasn’t so sure.
“Fine, make your move. I have to talk to you.” Patience was not her forte. It was fairly obvious the head cheerleader was waiting for him. It made several people nearby nervous.
“Ah, ha,” Michael said. He moved his remaining knight and slapped the clock to finish his turn. “What’s up?”
“Is Ted dating Tiffany?”
“Yes, she asked him out.”
“She did?” Katie said. She was a shy student who was always lurking near Michael, not that he ever noticed.
“She did?” Misty also said. She looked at Katie and looked back at Michael.
“Yeah, he told me he had no idea she might be interested,” Michael said. “She was always bumping into him and he had no idea she had been manufacturing those meetings for the last two weeks.”
Katie got her phone out and was taking notes on what was being discussed.
“How did the date go?”
“Ted didn’t give me any of those details. He did say they would go out again. Why do you want to know?”
“No reason. I heard a rumor and I was sure you would know about it.”
“I’m very observant.”
She looked at Katie who averted her eyes quickly. “That you are. Thanks, Michael.”
* * *
Misty saw Ted at his locker. He was talking to Darren. She knew nothing about Darren. It didn’t matter. She wanted to talk to Ted. She walked around the corner as if she hadn’t been standing at the corner for several minutes already. She was looking the other way when Darren said, “Look out!”
She turned to look and slammed into Ted. “Oh, god.” She fell backwards. Ted caught her before she hit the ground.
“Funny bumping into you, Misty. Are you okay?”
“You’re like a brick wall.”
“Only my head.” He helped her to her feet.
“I’ll just be going now.”
“Take care.”
She walked away unsure why she hadn’t struck up a conversation. She went into the girl bathroom and locked herself in a stall. “I’m the head cheerleader,” she thought. “Why am I intimidated by him?”
At lunch, she saw Kimberley and Ayla sitting with Tiffany. She hurried over with her tray.
“I heard you’re interested in Ted,” Tiffany said.
“Did they tell you that?” Misty said.
“No, he did. You can have him.”
“What?”
“We broke up and I don’t care if you want to date him. He’s... odd.”
“Odd how?” Ayla said.
“You know the rumors about magic?”
“No way,” Kimberley said.
“Yes. He cast a spell on me. The magic was cool and I can’t really describe what happened next. But, when he wasn’t paying attention to me, I got bored really fast.”
“Can’t describe what?” Kimberley said.
“How’s she going to describe what she can’t describe?” Ayla said.
“The spell makes it so you can’t move.”
“Kinky,” Ayla said.
“And then it heightens pleasure.”
“Sexy.”
“But, when he wasn’t touching me, boring as fuck.”
“Was he surprised you broke up with him?” Kimberley asked.
“That was the damnedest part. After the spell ended and I could move, he says, ‘You didn’t really enjoy it, did you?’ I was, like, ‘I couldn’t move. How could you tell I didn’t like it?’ and he says, ‘Wizard stuff.’ We talked at length about having a relationship and since I didn’t really want to do it again, I told him we should separate.”
“And he was cool with it?”
“He said he’d find the right person eventually.”
“I want to find out about this not moving,” Ayla said.
“Why?” Tiffany asked.
“Being tied up is fun for some people.”
“You?”
“Obviously.”
“I’m into the idea, too,” Kimberley said. “What about you, Misty?”
“Misty?” Ayla said.
Misty couldn’t believe Ted could make something she thought was a pipe dream a reality. She had checked out of the conversation when Tiffany had said, “It heightens pleasure.” Misty responded, “Oh, yeah, bondage is cool.”
“Let’s go see Ted together and have him cast a spell on us,” Ayla said.
“Together?” Misty said.
“Yeah, you seem to bump into him a lot,” Tiffany said. “Maybe one of these two will actually talk to him.”
“I…”
“Don’t bother, Mist. We know you get tongue tied around him,” Ayla said.
“She wants her tongue tied to his,” Kimberley joked.
“Can he immobilize himself and her when their tongues are tied?”
“Boring,” Tiffany said.
“I’m betting it wouldn’t be for her,” Ayla guessed.
Misty was aware someone was moving their hand in front of her face. “What?”
The three other girls laughed.
“Maybe you and I have Ted do it when she’s not there only if he promises to give her a private demonstration, Kimberley,” Ayla said.
“No, I want to see her orgasm.”
Tiffany sniffed the air. “She’s wet.”
“I… I am not!” Misty said, standing up.
“I was kidding,” Tiffany said.
Misty left the cafeteria. She went to a bathroom far away to masturbate. She threw out the panties she was wearing. She kept a spare in her bag for this reason.
*
“3… 2… 1…” Ted said. He sat down at in his desk chair immediately. The effort to transform the three cheerleaders into sex dolls required more energy than he was used to expending at one time. His head was pointed at the ceiling, his eyes closed so he couldn’t see the room spinning. A familiar voice spoke.
“You transformed all three of them at once?” Cat said. She was Ted’s sister. They attended the same high school, though she was a junior, not a senior like he was. “How was that possible?”
“I am a bit spent after doing it.”
“You could have put yourself into a magic coma.”
“It’s not like I cast spells often.”
“I suppose you don’t want me here once they’re fully changed.”
“Not particularly.”
“Libby is going to be disappointed. She told me this morning she wanted to play with me if you would change me.”
“Not today. I will need to change them back before they go home.”
Cat laughed. “Imagine if you carried them home like dolls and knocked on their doors. ‘Hi, Mrs. Edwards. Misty said she had a ten o’clock curfew and I don’t want her to get in trouble.’ And then you hand her the doll.”
“That would be funny until Dad got a phone call and wanted to talk to me.”
“Yeah. He is so stuffy.”
“I didn’t say it.”
Cat spun around expecting to see her father in the doorway. He wasn’t there. “That was mean.”
“Just tried to get you pointed in the right direction.”
“Fine, I’ll go. Enjoy yourself.”
“I intend to.”
* * *
“It was a little boring,” Kimberley said.
“I kind of liked it,” Ayla said. “You know, Ted, if you could do a few more girls you could throw the coolest party.”
“Assuming there were enough guys to make it fun,” Kimberley said.
“Yes. Right, Misty.”
“Oh, sure. Best orgasms I’ve had.” Her demeanor was subdued.
Ayla mocked her with a robotic sounding voice, “Yes, the orgasms were eighteen point three percent more intense than the orgasms I get with my favorite dildo.”
“Ayla!” Kimberley said.
“Twenty-two percent for you?”
“I’m glad you girls had a good time,” Ted said. “I’m tired and I’m sure you need to get home soon.”
Misty stared at Ayla and Kimberley, her eyes wide and pleading.
“Oh, yeah, we really have to go. You can stay longer, though, right, Misty?”
“Yes. Don’t worry about me.”
“We’re leaving?” Kimberley said.
“Yes, let’s leave Misty here alone with Ted,” Ayla said, winking at Kimberley.
“Do you have something in your eye?”
Ayla rolled her eyes and walked out of Ted’s room. “Catch you later.”
Kimberley turned to Misty and said, “You two have fun.” And she winked at Misty. She followed after Ayla. “I wasn’t really ready to leave though. Are you sure, Ayla?”
“They’re a cute couple,” Ted said when they heard the front door close.
“They aren’t a couple,” Misty said. “Although, Ayla can swing that way. And Kimberley will try anything. Like becoming a doll.”
“I distinctly recall her enjoying it the least.”
“I can’t imagine why. I loved it.”
“How hard was it for you to downplay it just now?”
“I may have internal bleeding from holding back my excitement. Do it again.”
“No. I’m out of energy. We could talk. I’ve heard you wanted to date me. Why didn’t you just ask me out?”
“I don’t know.” She sat down on his bed since he was in the way of the desk chair. “I thought I ruled the school with my head cheerleader powers. But, trying to talk to you was impossible.”
“You seem okay now.”
“We kind of had sex. It’s different now.”
“I see. Not a one night stand?”
“Only if by that you mean I would be your night stand.”
“Yeah, I thought you might enjoy it a bit much. That’s kind of why I didn’t encourage you to say anything to me.”
“What do you mean?”
“You would spend a week as a doll if I would do it to you. Do you think either of those two would do that?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know.”
“Figure it out so I can understand.”
“Um… Okay. When I was a doll, I wasn’t… I mean, I was… But, at the same time, I wasn’t Misty. I was just a doll. I was totally under your control. Like you owned me. I wasn’t human. I was a thing, a possession. If you gave me away, I would be a doll forever.”
“Most people would hear that and cringe in horror and revulsion.”
“I suppose so. But, I loved it. I told my mother I was sleeping over at Ayla’s tonight. I can stay if you’ll have me.”
“Even if I don’t turn you into a doll.”
“I suppose I can remain a human being and spend some time with you.”
“Don’t hurt yourself.”
* * *
Misty spent a lot of time in Ted’s room over the next few weeks. More and more of it as a doll than he originally intended. In early March, they had a heart to heart. “I don’t think this is working,” he said.
“It’s working fine. What do you mean?”
“For you, it’s fine. You’ve gained an owner. I didn’t gain a girlfriend.”
“Oh.” She digested that for a moment. “You did gain a doll.”
“I don’t want a doll. I want a friend, a partner, a lover. Not that I’m seeking a permanent arrangement. But, I certainly want more than a doll. You said it yourself, you’re just a thing most of the time you’re here.”
“We could have an open relationship.”
“Open how?”
“I would be your fuck doll. You could see other women. They would just have to be okay knowing you own a fuck doll.”
“Are you sure? If we did this, I would treat you like a possession all the time. I would no longer spend my time in my room with you when I could be doing other things.”
“Oh, god, that’s so hot. Would you stand me up neatly in the corner? Or maybe you would just toss me in the corner in a heap until you wanted to use me? I’d love that. Please. Will you be my owner?”
“Sure. But, as your owner, I won’t let you miss school. And you better keep your grades up.”
“If I said, ‘Yes, Dad,’ would that make the whole thing weird?”
“Yes.”
“Then I won’t. Can you doll me right now?”
“Sure. Pose how you want to be.”
After she did, he said, “3… 2… 1…”
The next thing she knew, she couldn’t move. The room was dark. Ted was not there.
He didn’t return until evening. He picked up his doll and took it out to his car where he started the restoration spell. When she was herself again they were parked in front of her house. “No sex?”
“I didn’t plan it that way,” he said. “I became distracted at Burke’s house and almost forgot you had to go home. Not that you should be complaining.”
“I wasn’t complaining. I’ll come to your house tomorrow after I have my homework done,” she said. “Or I’ll text if it takes me longer than it should. I’m a little behind.”
“The scholarly edict may be new but it’s very important.”
“I agree.” They kissed and said good night.
She didn’t come back to his house for a week and a half as she caught up and got ahead in her classes. The next time he changed her, he used her immediately. He was going to just leave her a mess on his bed when her heard his youngest sister, Libby, outside his room. She was running in the manner seven year olds run no matter what the urgency of the situation was. “So much for that idea,” he thought. He cleaned his doll up and stood it up in the corner.
When he opened the door to his room, Cat was standing in the hallway talking on her phone. “What’s that cold draft?”
“I was airing out my room.”
She peered in and saw the doll form of Misty poised sedately in the corner. “Oh. Thanks for that.”
Having caught up on her homework, Misty would get a ride to his house with Ted, do her homework, and spend the rest of the day as a doll. They would usually drop Ayla and/or Kimberley at their houses before getting to Ted’s house. Ted would spend most of the drive chatting with Ayla. Misty would spend most of the weekend as a doll, as well.
As he had feared, he was getting bored with her. The Friday afternoon a week before Spring break, Ted and Misty were in his car watching Kimberley and Ayla walking into Ayla’s house. “You should go with them.”
“You don’t want your doll tonight?”
“I’m going out tonight. I’ll probably be home late.”
“That’s okay. I’ll stay in your room. I’m very quiet.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m your possession. I don’t get to choose.”
“Right now, you’re a person. You do get to choose.”
“I think I’ve stated my choice.”
“Okay.”
They did some homework together for an hour before he changed her. To the doll’s surprise, he moved it into his closet. The doll could only see a small part of the room through a crack in the door. Owner had said he would be busy. Doll could wait for time with Owner.
Doll heard Owner getting ready. He showered and was putting on nice clothes from what Doll could see. He turned the lights off when he left. It was nearly pitch black in the closet. Doll had no sense of time. Though, Doll usually had little sense of time.
Later, the lights turned on. Doll heard Ted whispering. A woman was also whispering. The sounds of people making out reached Doll’s ears. Owner had gone on a date. Through the crack between the door and the door jam, Doll could see the bed. Owner and his date were on the bed and getting naked. Doll was turned on. Doll wished she was the woman in bed. Doll did not know who the woman was but thought Misty would.
Doll was happy for Owner. Owner deserved having fun.
* * *
Saturday morning, Ted took the doll out of the closet and made use of it. Doll was happy Owner was using it in the same spot he had played with the woman the night before. He changed her back afterward.
“What happened?” Misty said when she could move again. It was only then that Misty realized the woman Ted had had a date with was Ayla. “You went on a date with Ayla?”
“Is there an issue with that?”
“No. I said you should date.”
“Okay.”
“I just didn’t expect it to be Ayla.”
Ted raised an eyebrow at her.
“No, no. I know. I’ll call her later to tell her it’s fine.”
“Ayla and Kimberley are trying to convince me to have a doll party.”
“A doll party?”
“Six dolls are made available for anyone, guys presumably, to use for an evening.”
“That’s hot.”
“It feels like I’d be pimping.”
“Not a chance.”
“No?”
“Dolls aren’t people. We’ve established this. If they aren’t people, they can’t be whores either. No whores, no pimping.”
“Interesting. I’ll have to think about that. Spring break is next weekend. I’m guessing you’ll be spending most of it here.”
“I was trying to figure out how to ask you that. Yes, please.”
“Fine.”
Ted brought Ayla and Misty home from school that week. Each time, Ayla would suggest how Misty should be posed. Misty loved it. The third time, she was laying on her back on the bed with her knees bent and her feet flat on the bed. Once she was a doll, Ayla got undressed and sat with her legs spread around the doll’s face. Ted, also undressed, knelt with his knees to either side of the doll’s head. Doll got a close up view of Ted’s underside as he had sex with Ayla. The messy part of sex landed mostly on Doll’s lower face.
“Think she enjoyed that?” Ayla said as they lay on the bed cuddling.
“I have to admit. Rubbing my junk over her nose as I stroked into you was better than not having a protrusion there.”
“Protrusion? I’m sure she finds that flattering.”
“She’s a doll. I’m sure she enjoyed all of that a lot. She may even find being referred to as a protrusion hot.”
The next day, Kimberley asked, “What’s a fucking platform?”
Misty had just said she enjoyed being a fucking platform for Ted and Ayla. Ayla described what had happened the afternoon before.
“You are a freak,” Kimberley said. “Although, that did sound hot. Are you going to the party as a fucking platform?”
“Party?” Misty said.
“Nothing,” Ayla said, admonishing Kimberley with her eyes.
“What party?”
“We finally convinced Ted to have the party this Saturday,” Ayla said. “He told me you wouldn’t be attending.”
“Why?”
“That’s between you and him.”
* * *
“Why?”
“I don’t share,” Ted said.
I was the first time since Ted and Ayla first were intimate that she wasn’t in his room with Misty.
“And since I don’t share,” he continued. “My doll won’t be fucked by any other guys.”
“But, Ayla will?”
“She isn’t my doll. She can decide for herself. We aren’t exclusive. She can date other guys. I can be with other gals.”
“I would really enjoy such a party.”
“I’m sure you would. But, I wouldn’t if you were there. How do you want to pose today?”
“I don’t care.”
The resulting doll was the saddest looking doll Ted had ever created. He hadn’t intended to abandon his doll that afternoon. But, he felt bad when he looked at it. He left a half-hour later and didn’t return until late that evening.
* * *
In school after the weekend party, Ayla, Kimberley, and even Tiffany were gushing about the party until Misty sat down at the table.
“I didn’t see you at the party,” Tiffany said. The other two stared daggers at her.
“I wasn’t invited,” Misty said.
“I have to say,” Tiffany said well aware of what was going on. “I did enjoy it much better when there were several guys to make the time pass quickly.”
“Shut up, Tiffany,” Kimberley said.
“What? I was just…”
“Being a fucking bitch. Get up and leave,” Ayla said.
“Fine.” She left.
“Sorry.”
“Nothing for you two to be sorry about,” Misty said. “I’m glad people had fun. Ted was rather rambunctious with me afterward. No worries.”
“Are you sure? You seem a bit flat,” Ayla said.
“No. It’s something else.” She looked at Ayla.
“What?” Kimberley said.
“Ted asked me to the prom,” Ayla said.
Kimberley’s naturally joyful reaction was at odds with Misty’s expression. She clamped down on it. “That’s nice, Ayla. I’m hoping Burke asks me.”
“It’s fine, guys. Ted is doing exactly what he told me he would do.”
“Then why are you torturing yourself,” Alya asked.
“I don’t know any more. When he’s attentive, I’m riding so high I forget there are low periods. But when I’m low, it’s abysmally deep.”
“That can’t be good for you.”
“Probably not. I know.”
“What are you going to do about it?” Kimberley asked.
“I don’t know.”
* * *
“Oh, you’re home,” her mother said. “What’s the occasion?”
“Extra homework,” Misty said.
“You don’t do homework with your boyfriend?”
“I do. He’s busy today.”
“Well, if you have a couple hours, I can take you dress shopping this afternoon.”
“Dress shopping?”
“For the prom. He’s taking you to the prom, isn’t he?”
“Oh, sure. Of course he is.”
“I haven’t seen you in weeks. He treats you well, doesn’t he? I’m surprised you haven’t been bugging me about getting a dress.”
“It slipped my mind.”
“You’re still head cheerleader, aren’t you? You’ll probably be voted queen of the prom.”
“I don’t know about that.”
“Well, I do. Can you be ready in twenty minutes?”
“Sure, Mom.”
* * *
“I can’t take you and Ayla to the prom.”
“You don’t have to actually take me. I just need you to pick me up that evening and take some pictures for Mom’s benefit.”
“You want your Mom to think you’re going to the prom?”
“She bought me a dress.”
“When?”
“A couple days ago when I didn’t come over because of the History project I had needed to spend time on.”
“Does she know when the prom starts?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Tell her it starts an hour earlier than it does so I can still make it to Ayla’s house after we drop you off at my house.”
“You’ll do it?”
“I’ll regret it when something goes wrong. But, sure, I’ll do it.”
* * *
Doll stood in the dark bedroom. Doll was overdressed. It was one of the few times Misty could remember her own name when she was a doll. The entire time her mother preened and groomed her earlier that evening, her mother’s repeated speech about safe sex, the look of joy her mother had, all of it replayed over and over as she stood in Ted’s bedroom.
The door opened and the light turned on. Libby looked up at the Doll. “That’s a pretty dress.”
Ted’s little sister, Libby, sometimes visited Doll when Ted was going to be out for a long time. Doll almost expected her to stop by.
“You really like being a doll, don’t you? I hope I have a doll like you some day.”
Doll thought it might be better if Libby were her Owner. She’d probably play with me more, Doll thought.
After fingering the hem of the dress, Libby said, “Bye bye.” She turned the light out and closed the door behind her.
The morning sun rose as Doll waited for Owner to return. More hours passed. It was late afternoon when Owner returned. He removed Doll’s clothing and made use of Doll. This time wasn’t as fun as it usually was for Doll. Doll could not understand why.
When Misty could move, Ted said, “Your phone is blowing up. Tell your mother you aren’t dead and I’ll take you home.”
“How was your evening?”
“It was fun. People wanted to know where you were.”
“I’m sure I’ll be the laughing stock Monday. Head cheerleader who couldn’t get a date to the prom.”
“Yes. I tried to get you to stop being my doll so much.”
“I’m fine.”
“Are you?” Ted asked. “People already laugh about you at school.”
“I’m well aware of that. I don’t care. I’m enjoying my time with you.”
“I know you do. Is it enough?”
“You won’t just leave me as a doll.”
“You have to graduate.”
“And I’m sure I’ll thank you for that eventually. But, going through school isn’t easy when you’re laughed at.”
“You could end that laughing any time.”
“If I stop coming here every afternoon, will you promise to have me all summer?”
“I won’t leave you as a doll in the fall. I have to go to college and so do you.”
“Fine. Just make me a doll all summer and I won’t be a doll till graduation.”
“Are you absolutely sure you want want to be doll the entire summer?”
“More than anything.”
“I heard something interesting that I hope doesn’t apply here.”
“What?”
“I’m not responsible for other adults who ask me to do things I think are bad decisions.”
* * *
Graduation hats flew up into the air. Ayla, Kimberley, Tiffany, and Misty shared a group hug followed by group photos. Parents surrounded the students. High fives and self congratulations filled the football field where the ceremony had taken place. Sincere talk about staying in touch was shared.
The crowd slowly dispersed. Misty had been waiting next to Ted who was shaking a lot of hands and sharing a lot of hugs. When no one was left, he turned to her and said, “Right now?”
“Sooner if possible.”
“I’m not carrying you to the car. C’mon.”
They got in the car and she sat in a neutral pose.
He laughed. “I’m not carrying into the house, either. You can wait till we’re in the bedroom.”
“That’s okay. Can we stop by my house? I need to pick some stuff up.”
“Sure.”
After a moment she said, “Do you still like me?”
“Of course, I do.”
“Really. I think you’re disappointed in me.”
“I’m proud you never asked a single time to be changed since we made the summer arrangement deal. Do I wish you weren’t throwing your summer away? Yes. But, you’re an adult. You’re allowed to make poor decisions.”
“You’ve told me that several times. This is what I want.”
“You keep saying that. I have to believe you,” he said. “What did you tell your mother?”
“That I’m moving into the dorms early as I have a summer job at the college.”
“You didn’t get into RCU, did you?”
“No, I won’t be attending university with you.”
It took an hour for her to escape her mother’s questioning. Ted loaded his car with two suitcases. When they got to his house, he led her into the basement. “There should be plenty of room down here for all this stuff.”
They set the suitcases down in a corner.
“Are you my property again?” He said.
“Yes, yes. Finally. I can’t wait to be your doll again.”
“This is only for the summer. I leave for RCU in late August. After that, you don’t belong to me and you won’t be a doll.”
“That’s the agreement. For now, I’m your property.”
“Okay. 3… 2… 1…”
Doll was in darkness and silence. Doll had never spent time in this place before. It was the basement of Owner’s house. Doll waited. Time passed. Owner never visited Doll. Owner’s father stood in front of Doll. “I’ll give you a ride to your dorm as soon as you’re ready.” Owner’s father cast the restoration spell.
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Meet Angela. She's a little witch, new to the craft, and already causing trouble. I have a few of these planned in the works, include one "Teen Witch" story.
Angela is in her bedroom talking to a six-inch tall doll. She is holding it in her hand.
Angela: Thank you, thank you, thank you, Mommy, for playing doll with me. I promise not to toss you in the toy chest when Daddy says it's bed time this time.
Mommy (thinking): It took your father a week to find me last time.
Angela: And I promise not to trade you for a different toy this time.
Mommy (thinking): This is why you don't play with the Bethany girl any more. The things she did to me...
Angela: And I promise not to sacrifice you to a demon to gain great power.
Mommy (thinking): Demon? That's awfully specific. What have they been teaching her at the witch school?
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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.
Murat is part of the group of friends who play in the Wednesday night poker game. Known for being unlucky at poker and unlucky at love, the ladies of poker night have talked about doing something about that.
“Where’s Beverly?” Murat said. He was first to arrive to the poker game the first week of classes of the Spring semester.
“You heard about Emily and Jane, right?” Rob said.
“Some vague kidnapping rumors. They aren’t true, are they?”
“’Fraid so. Emily was rescued just before the semester started. Jane is still missing.”
“Were the kidnappings related?”
“Yes. Emily is a mess. Magic was involved. Richard disowned her,” Rob said.
“What? How could…? Magic?”
Rob just nodded. “Beverly didn’t think it was a fun idea to be good luck charms at the poker game any more.”
“It’s not like Ted is doing dolls yet this semester anyway,” Simon said.
“If at all,” Rob said.
“Beverly would say she could take it or leave it but I think she’d be saying that because she wanted it to be true,” Rob said.
“Whitney’s all in on being a doll,” Burke said. “I hate to admit it. Her being friends with Paris means she does get to be a doll still occasionally.”
“Figures.”
“Is Richard going to be here?” Simon said.
“He said he was busy. I think his new girlfriend has him on a tight leash.”
“Is that the lady I saw him with the other day? Jemma something,” Murat said.
There was a knock at the door. Rob let Earl in as they continued talking. “Yes. Whoever mindfucked Richard also made her love him to enrage or discourage Emily. Or both. I don’t have all the details.”
“Talking about Richard?” Earl said. “Yeah, we spoke to him during a couples dinner we had over break. Not being able to bring up Emily was awkward.”
“Why not?” Simon said.
“Richard seems to have some kind of hole in his mind,” Rob said. “He just ignores or mishears anything involving Emily.”
“Did Ted actually say no more dolls?” Simon said.
“Yeah.”
“Rhana sometimes seems more upset about not being a doll,” Earl said. “She really loves being a doll.”
“Richard’s like a totally different person since Jemma,” Simon said.
“The thing is he was more relaxed with Emily,” Rob pointed out. “Whatever was done to his head, he’s probably fighting against it and failing. He always seems a bit on edge.”
“We should do something fun,” Murat said. “Like play poker. Although I don’t know why I find it fun since I always lose.”
“It must be the company.”
After a few poker hands, Earl said, “Murat, did I see you talking to Maryann today?”
“Yes, she is in my linear algebra class. We sometimes meet in the library and study together before tests.”
“This isn’t the first class you’ve had with her. Didn’t I see you hanging out with her last semester?”
“Yes, last semester we shared two classes: intro to statistics and intro to set theory.”
“Is she a mathematics major, too?” Simon asked.
“Yes, she wants to be an actuary.”
“She’s smart, pretty. You ever…” Rob said.
“No, no, we’re just friends.”
“You should think about it,” Earl said.
“No. She’s very focused on her school work.”
“If you say so.”
* * *
“Maryann? I’m not sure who she is,” Rhana said.
“That’s because she understands math,” Earl joked. She had asked for an update on Murat’s love life.
“Weirdo.”
“I talked with Rob after the game. We’re convinced she’s waiting for him to make the first move.”
“And he’s too damned polite.”
“Exactly.”
“I’ll talk to Beverly. See if she knows her. Thanks for doing the intel research.”
“I also got the nuclear codes if you need them.”
“Probably not for this.”
In the morning, Rhana sent Beverly a DM.
After exchanging several messages, Beverly sent back: «I know who she is. I had an English class with her a year ago. I’ll see if I can approach her.»
* * *
It took a few days until Beverly managed to bump into Maryann in the cafeteria. If Maryann knew what the ladies were up to, she would be suspicious of randomly bumping into Beverly.
“Hey, Maryann.”
“Hi, Beverly. I haven’t seen you much since last year.”
“It happens. People in different majors become strangers.”
“Yeah. You’re still dating Rob?”
“Yeah. We share an apartment just off campus. You seeing anyone?”
“Not really.”
“Oh?”
“Well, I have my eye on a guy. But, I think he’s blind.”
“If you really like him you should tell him.”
“I know. I just… he’s so academic. I don’t think he ever has any fun. I know nothing about his hobbies.”
“Oh. Who?”
“His name is Murat.”
“I’ve met him. He’s very nice.”
“I know. I hope he likes me.”
“I think you need to be more assertive. Murat is good and smart. But, I don’t think he’s very observant. He probably thinks you two are just friends.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“I thought all guys just thought about… sex.”
“Not all guys. Or if they do, they don’t think it will actually happen with someone they know.”
* * *
Beverly joined Trish and Whitney at the sorority house a couple nights later. They were talking about Murat.
“Beverly. We’ve had a break through on the Murat problem,” Whitney said.
“Me, too. You first.”
“Trish and I noticed Murat hangs out with a woman between some of his classes. They’re very chummy.”
“I approached her after a class we share and she just gushed about him when I moved the conversation in his direction. I convinced her he’s much shyer than she thought and she’d have to make the first move.”
“The same thing happened to me,” Beverly said. “Earl said something to Rhana and asked me to do the same thing since I knew her. Maryann’s a lovely person. She and Murat would be perfect together.”
“Maryann?”
“Is she that actuary student?”
“Yes. Who were you talking about?”
“Renata. She wants to go into economics.”
Rhana arrived moments earlier and joined the group in the living room. “Bev, you won’t believe this. I saw a woman chatting with Murat and I introduced myself. As usual, I put my foot in my mouth by calling her Maryann. Turns out her name is Monique. But, after my faux pas, we had a laugh and I convinced her she should be more aggressive in her wanting a relationship with Murat.”
The other women were struck dumb.
“What did I say now?” Rhana said.
They all laughed, except Rhana.
“You didn’t say anything wrong,” Beverley said.
“You all should have expected it,” Trish said.
“What’s so funny?” Paris said, entering the room.
“Murat is a heart breaker,” Whitney said.
“Or he will be,” Trish added.
“There are three women…”
“Or more, we can’t be sure,” Trish said, interrupting.
Whitney continued, “… Three women or more who have the hots for Murat and he is entirely oblivious to their flirting.”
“You’re kidding.”
They shared their notes of the three women they had approached about being more forceful in their pursuit of Murat.
“Come to think of it,” Paris said. “I’ve seen him chatting casually with Nadalla several times.”
“Is it funnier that Murat’s got four women potentially waiting for him to make a move or he has the five of us trying set him up with one of those women?” Beverly said.
“That just means we’ve been going about this the wrong way,” Beverley said. “He isn’t unlucky at love. He’s oblivious to it.”
“Are you sure he likes women?” Trish said.
“Most of us have sat in on the poker games. He talks about wanting to find a wife.”
“That’s not dating.”
“I find it hard to pay attention to the game, frankly,” Rhana said.
“I think you might be better off having the guys tell him to step up and ask one of these women out,” Paris said.
“Perhaps,” Rhana said. “Earl was trying to be subtle when he brought up Maryann.”
“If we’ve learned anything, subtle doesn’t work with Murat.”
“No wonder he’s bad a poker.”
* * *
As the next poker game was winding down, Rob said, “Murat, do you mind if I ask you something personal?”
“I am an open book, my friend. I wonder what people will say instead when there are no more books.”
“You say you’re unlucky at love but I’ve never seen you dating.”
“I would need someone to go on a date with to be dating.”
“Have you asked anyone on a date?” Earl said.
“Who would I ask?”
“Maryann?” Rob said.
“She’s a wonderful friend. How did you know we’re friends?”
“The girls we’re dating got it in their heads they need to find you a girlfriend?” Burke admitted.
“All of them?”
Earl and Rob nodded.
“Well, they’re a bit foolish. Who’s going to date me?”
“Maryann?”
“Renata?”
“Monique?”
“Nadalla?”
“Have you been following me around?”
“The girls have. They reached the conclusion you haven’t been dating because you haven’t asked anyone on a date,” Earl explained.
Murat paused before saying, “Well, logic says that would be true. I haven’t asked anyone and thus I haven’t gone on a date. But, each of those four women you named are just my friends. I couldn’t date them.”
“Do they enjoy your company?”
“Do they laugh at your jokes?”
“Do they tell you things about themselves they might keep secrets from others?”
“Yes, like friends do.”
“What do you think a girlfriend is if not a friend as well?”
“I spent time with Beverly for months before I asked her on a proper date,” Rob said.
“I’m afraid I’m a bit like Murat. I was a bit oblivious to Rhana’s overtures,” Earl said. “I met Rhana through a mutual friend. While we did go on a blind date first, we didn’t go on a second date for another three weeks. During that time, she would fine any excuse she could to bump into me or happen to attend an event I was attending. When I finally asked her on a second date she jumped at the chance. She only told me later how stupid I was for not asking her out again sooner.”
“Don’t look at me,” Burke said. “Ted set me and Whitney up. I don’t know how she and I became a couple except she suggested we go on a date first.”
“So, although we’re not the best examples of just going for it,” Earl said. “You need to go for it.”
“Think about the women in your life who are friendly to you. Are they just your friends or are they hanging around you hoping for more?”
“Yeah, this isn’t just on you. If they really like you, they could make the first move.”
Silence settled over the group. The others looked expectantly at Murat.
“I appreciate all the effort. But, I can’t ask any of my friends out on a date. I wouldn’t want to risk my friendship.”
“I wish I’d known about this,” Simon piped up. “I hope after this the girls will focus on finding me a girlfriend.”
“You missed the poker game where they played poker and we were the dolls,” Earl said.
“Yeah, they have history with Murat. You’re still a stranger to Bev and the others,” Rob said.
“Maybe we should do a dinner that wasn’t couples only.”
“You buying?” Earl said.
“Sure, since I know a chef,” Simon said. “I’ll buy the food if you’ll be good enough to cook it, Earl.”
“We’ll make plans later.”
“Sorry about the tangent,” Simon said. “As I was saying, if I’d know about this, I could have told you, or I guess told your girlfriends, that Murat has different women trying to get his attention. I’ve told you to ask one of them out.”
“And I told you I didn’t want to risk my friendships with them.”
“Why not? You can’t lament being unlucky at love when you don’t take chances at love.”
“Fine. I won’t say it any more.”
“Really? That’s your take away on this,” Earl said.
“If I ask one of them out, will you all stop asking me about it?”
“Sure.”
“We don’t want to harass you.”
“We’re only trying to help.”
Murat got up. “Fine. I’ll think about it.” He left.
“Think he’s upset?”
“No.”
“Yes. But with himself.”
* * *
Murat and Maryanne were studying in the library as they usually did on a Friday morning. For the most part, it was time spent quietly together with the occasional comment or question shared between them. After an hour, he realized he hadn’t really done any of the homework in front of him. He looked over at Maryanne and swallowed. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Do you need help on a problem?”
He set his books aside. “No, no. A personal question.”
“Oh, sure.” She turned to focus on him.
He looked her in the eye, noting how they managed to shine brightly in the ghastly fluorescent light of the room. “Would you… would you like to go to dinner with me tomorrow night?”
She was shocked. This was the last question she would have expected from him. She slightly stuttered as she said, “Sure.”
“Sure? Great. I know a wonderful place just off campus that I hope you’ll like.”
“Okay.” There was an awkward pause. Maryanne’s mind was rushing a mile a minute. “Did you just ask me out on a date?”
“Would that be bad?”
“No. I just didn’t think you were interested in me in that way.”
“Would that be bad?”
She laughed. “No. I… it’s just you asked with such confidence. At first, when we would get together, I thought you were hoping to ask me out. And then I thought you didn’t see me that way. Did something change?”
“Maybe we save this conversation for the restaurant.”
“Oo, mysterious. Okay. Is it a fancy restaurant?”
“No. What you’re wearing now is fine?”
“I will dress better than this for a date.”
“You don’t have….”
“Murat,” she said, putting her finger on his lips. “It’s a date. I’m going to dress up. You will, too, I presume. Are we going to meet there?”
“I thought we could walk there together.”
“Good. You’ll knock on my dorm room door around seven o’clock?”
“Yes.”
She put her books away. “I’ll see you then.” She left.
* * *
The waiter removed the empty appetizer plates from the table. Murat had just finished telling her all about his friends trying to find him a date. He left out no detail.
“How are you so lucky?” Maryanne said.
“Lucky how?” Murat said.
“Your friends. They could have set you up on a blind date.”
“Oh. Oh, I would have said no to that.”
“So, I guess we’re both lucky.”
“Hmm?”
“You asked me out. I’d have picked Renata. She’s a looker.”
“You find her attractive?”
“I wouldn’t date her. But, she is a beautiful woman. Anyone can see that. And Monique and Nadalla are good looking, too. Why am I here on a date with you and not one of them?”
“You make it sound like you aren’t beautiful.”
“Or I was fishing for a compliment.”
“You don’t need to fish for those. I will compliment you whenever you like.”
“True. You always make me feel appreciated when we study. But, I assume you do that to those other women as well.”
“You’re welcome. As for why you, I almost asked Monique.”
“Almost?”
“I chickened out. I wasn’t sure she’d say yes.”
“You assumed I was easy?”
“What?”
“You were sure I would say, ‘Yes.’”
“Not at all. I was sure you wouldn’t be awkward about it afterward if you said, ‘No.’ You’ve shared more about yourself with me than Monique or the others have.”
“I told you. When you first suggested studying together, I figured you’d ask me out that first study session.”
“My friends believe I’m slow to pick up social cues.”
“Or I’m lousy and laying them out there.”
“You wanted me to ask you out?”
“Yes. You’re attractive, smart, funny. Who wouldn’t want to date you?”
“I don’t see myself that way.”
“Well, I do. That’s all that matters.”
* * *
They stood outside the door to her dorm room.
“I had a lovely time,” she said.
“So did I. I guess I’ll see you Monday in class.”
“I guess so. We should do this again.”
“You want to do it again? That’s great. Okay, we’ll discuss it Monday.”
“Okay.” She was looking at him expectantly.
“I guess I--”
“Just kiss her already!” The shout came from someone Murat didn’t know standing several doors down. The guy was rolling his eyes visibly from over twenty feet away. “Are you blind? Every time you try to end the conversation she extends it. You were just on a date I assume. She’s waiting for a kiss goodnight, my man.”
When Murat looked back at Maryann, she was nodding.
“I’m not…”
“Shush.”
They kissed.
“Finally,” said the voice down the hallway. The door to a distant room closed. Neither of them noticed.
He put his hands on her back and held her. Eventually, she stopped and he noticed immediately, stopping as well.
“Was that good?”
“Good night, Murat.”
“Oh. Um. Yes. Good night, Maryanne.”
She disappeared through the door to her room.
Murat stood there for a moment thinking. He turned toward the exit, but stopped. Instead, he went the other direction and knocked on the door to another dorm room.
“Yes?” The man who opened the door wondered why Murat had knocked.
“Thank you for your assistance.”
2024-12-07 05:00:00 +0000 UTC View PostA job is a job.
Transcript
Put your books away. Today's our mid-term exam and... Yes, what is it, Timothy?
Yes, I know today is Thursday. Monday's class ended right after I turned the subject into a mannequin, which she has been for the last three days. It is Miss Featherbottom's job to be transformed, transfigured, or, since she use to be Mr. Featherbottom, transgendrified, as needed for the various transformation classes.
Transgendrified is most certainly a word.
Restore her? She isn't going anywhere. Spring Break is next week. Restoration spells are the next section. We'll discuss that when we return to classes in 10 days as part of the normal lesson progression.
Don't think I can't spot a stall tactic. Miss Featherbottom has been inanimate during Spring Break for the last forty-seven years.
What? When she became a woman, Mr. Featherbottom had been 58 years old. He was happy to be turned into a young woman.
That is enough stalling. We are doing the exam today.
Fine. If anyone wants extra credit, they can try to restore the mannequin before Spring Break. But I warn you, if you cause the original spell to become permanant, or any other weird side effects, it will be 50 marks against your house. Oh, and if I find out who stole her clothes, that'll be 25 marks against their house.
Now. Books away. Quills out. Those in the front row, pass the exams back as I give you copies of the exam.
2024-12-02 05:00:01 +0000 UTC View Post