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Random Renders: 12/2024 Edition (NSFW)

To avoid flooding you with single picture posts, I want to do these no more than monthly.

Index of Captions, Manipulations, Renders, and Videos (Updated 2025/05/02)

Finding stuff on Patreon isn't easy, right? Hope this helps.

Renders

• And so it begins... - A headless woman finds her head. (This was also my introduction of my doing renders to the world. The title really has nothing to do with the render content.)

• RENDER: The Animator Matter 1 & 2 - Two comic pages of a 3D character having a conversation with her animator.

• RENDER: The Animator Matter 3 & 4 - Two more comic pages of a 3D character having a conversation with her animator. (Not sure if/when more of these will be made.)

• RENDER: Climb Avery Mountain - What's at the summit?

• RENDER: Heather Goes Off The Trail (NSFW) - Fairly obvious where this is headed: off the trail. (10 pages and a bonus pinup)

  • Pages 1-4 - Heather is jogging along a foggy mountain path at night when she hears a noise and makes a discovery off the trail.

  • Pages 5-7 - She ends up following a creature she can't quite see.

  • Pages 8-10 - The creature invites her to join its collection.

  • Heather's Winter Plans - A bonus render for the holidays. Spring is almost here.

  • Springtime For Heather - A bonus render. The flora and fauna return.

• RENDER: Kaiju Woman - This is a lovely airplane.

• RENDER: A Knife To Remember - She doesn't seem disturbed.

• RENDER: Little Witch Series - Featuring Angela, the young witch. Hopefully, a monthly feature posting on the second Tuesday of each month.

  • Thank You, Mommy - Mommy is going to play doll with Angela.

  • The Sandbox - Angela plays with Mommy in the backyard.

  • Drinking Again (NSFW) - Dad's a little lonely.

  • Bethany's Mother - What is Bethany's relationship with her mother?

  • Gym Shorts - Angela played with Mommy instead of washing her gym shorts...

  • Bethany's Teacher (5/13) - How are Bethany's grades lately?

  • Aunt Sally's Visit (5/27) - Katheryn's (aka Mommy) sister, Sally, wants to know what Katie isn't returning her calls.

  • Doll Collecting (6/17) - More Jenny being Jenny

  • A Father's Dilemma (7/8) - What is Bethany's father to do about Bethany?

  • Restoration (7/22) - All good dolling comes to an end.

• RENDER: Statue Rentals - A long form (for me) comic series about a man turned into a statue that is rented out.

  • Page 1: Into The Art Studio - Meet Stacy, male model, and Meredith, artist.

  • Page 2: Saying Goodbye - Stacy tells his friend Reggie about upcoming gig

  • Page 3: Statue Time, Statue Delays (5/20) - A chip off the old block

  • Page 4: Waiting (6/10) - Time passes

  • Page 5: Carving (6/24) - Becoming a work of art

  • Page 6: On Display (7/15) - Self-explanatory

• RENDER - Vanishing Act (NSFW) - A four page wordless comic featuring a semi-traditional stage magic performance.

• RENDER - What's That Noise?  (NSFW) - An invitation to cabin in the woods seemed like a good idea originally.

• Season's Greetings 2024  (NSFW) - A post card for the holidays.

Random Renders

Each month, a collection of random renders, some previously seen in the Render community chat, are posted as a group. This is to avoid flooding the main page with random renders. These will be posted on the first day of each month unless the first is a Saturday, in which case, this feature will be bumped to the second day of the month.

• Random Renders - Contains three images

  • Glass statue on the waterfront

  • The inset render of four mannequins

  • Drew posing in front of store

• Random Renders: Dec 2024 Edition (NSFW)

  • A man hugs a woman from behind on a terrace.

  • A woman chained to a wall being tickle tortured by someone she trusts. (NSFW)

  • A woman just dove into a pool of water

  • A car turning hard into an alley

• Random Renders: Jan 2025 Edition (NSFW)

  • Taking a Sip - Mmmm. Coffee.

  • Lila Through a Window (NSFW) - Window shenanigans

  • Eager (NSFW) - A woman hangs through the window of a car for some reason.

  • Clown Face - It is what it is.

• Random Renders: Feb 2025 Edition  (SFW-ish)

  • Sea Plane 1 - this was the start of the work for the AVN I can't believe I'm working on.

  • Gildi 1 - this was another test work for the AVN.

  • Topless - Should be self-explanatory.

  • Jump For Joy - Just a random test render of the city HDRI.

  • Bite Lip - This was a failed attempt to make it look like a lip nip was taking place.

• Random Renders: March 2025 Edition (NSFW)

  • Sea Plane at Docks - Trying to get out of the plane. Ugh. That is so old.

  • Pole Dancer, far - The shadow thing still amazes me

  • Cinderblock

  • Cat is the Tree - From Libby's Diary

  • Too Many Mannequins - As if

• Random Renders: April 2025 Edition - Lila Edition

  • Several images of Lila.

• TALK/RENDER - First of the Month (May 2025)

  • Julia in front of a bamboo cabin

  • Keiko flying

  • Dancing In A Cage In The Rain

  • Thumbnail images of an aborted animation

  • And some discussion about making comics

Teasers

I had an idea to release the images for a story releasing on Saturday (normal release day) on the Tuesday before. First plan for that was the story slated for Feb 22, The Music Box. Since there's a couple renders in the Feb 8 story, Magic Shoppe: Sleep Aid, it's now "how thing go" going forward. And on the day the story drops, large renders of the pics will be made available to Full Access members.

• Magic Shoppe: Sleep Aid (NSFW) - Two pics

• Magic Shoppe: The Music Box - a collage of seven pics and separate pieces.

• Premium Repair Service (NSFW) - one pic, a mannequin disk story.

Videos

• Mannequin Disk Demonstration - This is one way the Mannequin Disk, seen in several of my stories, might work.

• Professional Maid Service - A glimpse into the life of an office maid.

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I don't really have time for captions and manipulations any more. There are a handful still waiting for me to finish. But I'm no longer actively seeking out images that I can turn into inspiration. Things that inspire these days end up as written stories or rendered stories.

Photo Captions

• Buying the wife a gift, the series

  • CAP - Buying the wife a gift, Part 4 - He's going on modeling assignments for his wife.

  • CAP - Marrying My Wife's Husband - He's her and she's him permanently.

  • CAP - Being My Wife's Husband - Her POV, no, wait. His POV. Um...

• CAP - Forgotten - You're wrong. There's no one sitting in that chair.

• CAP - Lil Black Book - Finding the right spell is important.

• CAP - Streetside Magic - Mind controller can be polite when in a rush.

Photo Manipulations

• MANIP - Can I Keep Her? - Raising a young witch has its ethical dilemmas occasionally.

• MANIP - Class Mannequin - The things kids do to get out of doing work.

• MANIP - Cool - She reacts to her spellcasting.

• MANIP - Cordon Off 2 - Who is doing this to these women?

• MANIP - Cordon Off 3 - Still don't know.

• MANIP - Decorate The Bar - Some people are only into transformation for money. Some as a hobby. Why not both?

• MANIP - House Sitting - She likes when he sees her from the other apartment.

• MANIP - Indecision - Where you transform is as important as what you transform into.

• MANIP - Just Stand Right There - Selling cotton candy requires a mannequin, right?

• MANIP - Mannequin in the Doorway, Follow-up - She's been standing there for years apparently.

• MANIP - No Prep - Should you just jump in feet first to transformation spellcasting? Amy thinks so.

• MANIP - Pageant Winner - Once you find the perfect pageant pose...

• MANIP - Petrification Flower - Botany can be fun.

• MANIP - Sasha! No! - She mannequins herself in the most annoying locations on purpose.

• MANIP - Slowly Undress - Why rush?

• MANIP - Snap - What do you do if you start falling apart?

• MANIP - Spun Around - Waking up naked on the beach wasn't the only problem she had.

• MANIP - Two Months, Pat? (NSFW) - It's a good duration.

• MANIP - What's That Noise? - An invitation to cabin in the woods seemed like a good idea originally.

Ted’s Dolls 45: Dr. Morova

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.

Dr. Morova was introduced just recently in TD 43.

Richard was sitting at his desk working on some homework. His feet danced around on the floor as if looking for something to do.

Jemma entered the dorm room. “Did you miss me, Richard?”

“Of course, I did.” They kissed. “How was class?”

“Same old, same old.”

She took out a course book to read and flopped on the bed.

Richard’s feet were still antsy. “Jemma?”

“Yes.”

“Would you mind laying down here on the floor?”

“What?”

“Lie down under my desk. I’ll rub your tits with my feet.”

“Um. I suppose if I had a light down there I could read.”

“You don’t need to read. Just lay there and I’ll massage your boobs.”

“I really need to get this reading done.”

“Jemma, take your top off and lie down under my desk so I can rub your tits.”

The pendant she wore glowed momentarily.

The book forgotten, she said, “Oh, I love when you rub my tits.” She took her blouse off and crawled under his desk. “Like this?”

“Yes, now don’t speak and don’t move.”

Her pendant glowed again.

* * *

The black-haired wizard psychiatrist managed to take a few sips of her cold cup of tea. She was booked solid today with new patients and hadn’t had a chance to do any paperwork. The intercom sounded and her next patient soon entered her office.

She stood and greeted him at the door. “Hello, I’m Heddy Morova. Are you Karl?”

“Yes, Karl Tiddle.”

“Please have a seat. As this is our first meeting, please tell me what brings you here.”

“I was told your practice deals with certain unusual topics.” He was obviously very nervous but she was used to that.

“I find there really aren’t any unusual topics. The person saying the topic is unusual has probably only recently discovered the topic. It is new to their experience.”

“I hope you’re right. This one involves magic.” He paused, expecting her to have a reaction. When she merely waited for him to continue, he did. “My wife, Marcia, works at RCU and over the Winter break we spent time under the affects of an unusua… of a spell I’d never heard existed before.”

“You were aware of magic existing before Winter break.”

“Yes, Marcia and I had been affected before, twice for her, once for me, but this spell lasted the entire six weeks between semesters.”

“You don’t seem angry so I’m guessing you enjoyed the spell.”

“I did.”

When he didn’t continue, she said, “You haven’t said what the spell did. Is there a reason?”

His mouth opened and closed for a moment before he said, “Oh. I guess I’m a bit embarrassed. There’s this student at the university who turns the students into sex dolls. It’s entirely voluntary and…”

“I know who Mr. Ionescu is.” Usually she wouldn’t interrupt, but Karl’s thoughts radiated loudly. He was worried he was describing something a lot more underhanded that he guessed she might have to report to the police.

“You do? Oh, that’s… I’m not sure that makes this better.”

“You said, six weeks. Did you spend the entire time as a sex doll?”

“No. That’s why I said it was unusual. Marcia and I were turned into child’s toys. Little dolls about this big.” He held his hands about a foot apart.

“Why was this unusual?”

“Around Halloween, Ted had an art exhibition made up of people turned into life-sized dolls. Marcia could not stop talking about it. Only rumors of the sex dolls on campus had reached her ears at that point. Once she had proof she needed to try it.”

“Needed?”

“Marcia, I asked her before I came if I could talk candidly about her. She has a thing for being restrained, tied up, shackled, and so on. We own quite the collection of such equipment. Still, she complains they aren’t enough. She has always desired total immobility, not even the hint of a chance to squirm. Ted’s total transformation into an inanimate doll is her dream come true.

“After the exhibition, she asked Ted to turn her into a doll and he did. Those few days she was a doll were great. I fully accept that if she were being honest she might say those days as the happiest moments of her life, ahead of any of our anniversaries, our wedding day, etc. That’s who she is.”

“You sound like you love her for that.”

“I do. She had me join her when Ted’s Alumni Weekend exhibition was made. Our first kiss among other things still tops my list. But, I had more fun with it than I expected, which is why I agreed to spend the time over Winter break.”

“So, what brings you here?”

“She thought it would be funny if the doll I was turned into was a woman and didn’t tell me ahead of time. I don’t think she was aware it would be as child’s toy instead of sex doll, though. I spent six weeks being called Vicky.”

“Who called you Vicky?”

“Ted’s sister. She just turned eight years old. She gets to play with living dolls all the time, it seems. Even her friends are a bit envious. She would play out games where I was the rich friend of either her sister or Ted’s girlfriend.”

“Ted’s sister and girlfriend become dolls his younger sister plays with?”

“Oh, yeah. I hope that didn’t breech his trust.”

“I do not know Ted well but we have been working together on a few things.”

“The kidnappings?”

“Yes. I suppose you heard him talking about that.”

“Yes, even Libby, his little sister, is aware of it. He found one of them I heard.”

“He did. Let’s stick to why you’re here. Did you enjoy being the rich friend?”

“Too much. I’m a straight, cis man, or so I thought. In the short time since being restored, I see my wife wearing a beautiful dress and I feel... envy. I want to grow out my hair so we can brush one another’s hair. I so enjoyed Libby and her friends combing my hair.

“A couple nights ago she asked what was wrong and after I told her she made a suggestion and the next evening we did it.”

Heddy could see what the suggestion was vividly in his mind. She waited for him to continue.

“She had me put her in her strictest restraint, gagged too. I then walked out as I usually do. There are cameras and monitors in the next room so I can leave her alone and helpless completely safely.

“But this time was different. I went into her closet and put on one of her leather outfits. I came back in dressed like a dominatrix: leather body suit, fishnet stockings, spiked collar and bracelets, a whip. The whole nine years. When I was finished getting dress there was a wrapped present in the box we keep the whips in. It was a long, straight, black haired wig. I put it on. Under the wig was some makeup, just lip stick and eye shadow. I managed not to look like a clown with my first use of makeup. I may have leaked a bit seeing my lips in fire engine red. When I returned and enacted a scene she had asked for I… I enjoyed it far more than I ever thought I would.

“She never told me she’s bisexual. But I’ve always known. And now… now I want to…” He stopped.

“You can say anything here. Or you can wait.”

“I want to be a woman. And I don’t. I want to be a woman when she’s my sub. And I want to be a man the rest of the time. I’m…” He stopped mid-sentence to stare out the window, tilting his head to the side. Or so she thought until she heard a scratching at the window. “I’m conflicted. There’s a cat on your window sill.”

“My next appointment.”

“We’re three stories up,” he said.

“Yes, she probably flew here.” Heddy stood up. “I want you to think about ways you can explore these new feelings such that you can maintain some balance. I wish we’d had time to explore the scenario you just described in more detail. Perhaps in out next appointment.”

“Sure,” he said getting up. As he left to make that appointment with the receptionist, she heard in his mind, “When did my life become weird?”

* * *

Heddy closed the door and looked over at the black cat with white spots and feet pressed up against the glass. It stood on the outer window sill. With a soft sigh, she went over and opened the window.

The cat meowed and walked over to the sofa. It hopped up and curled itself up as if ready to sleep.

“Good afternoon, Emily,” Heddy said, retrieving her glasses and her tea from her desk and sitting on the chair next to the sofa. “I guess you didn’t have any trouble finding a parking spot.”

The cat eyed Dr. Morova for a moment before its form wavered and grew into the form of a young woman. Emily wasn’t sure where the clothing came from or went to when she transformed. “No, as you said, I flew,” she said, her voice still a little raspy as her vocal cords caught up with the change from feline to human form.

“How is it going?”

“Everything is awkward.” She kept talking rather than allow Heddy to create an empty gap that needed to be filled. “Everyone walks on eggshells around me. None of them know why they need to. I’ve lost track of all the rumors. But, no one who didn’t already know me wants anything to do with me. And my friends treat me either like I’m extremely fragile or extremely volatile.”

“Rumors? You haven’t mentioned rumors before.”

Emily paused. “I tried to ignore them. It didn’t work. ‘Emily sold her roommate to a sex trafficking ring.’ ‘Emily eats pets.’ ‘Emily turned a man into a chicken, plucked him, and cooked him.’ I don’t know if I also ate that chicken. That one I almost wish were true for a certain someone. ‘Emily turns people into dolls like Ted does but it’s forever.’” She stopped talking suddenly. “That one’s true.”

Heddy knew she was referring to the men who were unlucky enough to be present when she escaped. “Are you using your dorm room?”

“I can’t. I know you said I should. I’ve been staying in Paris’ room at the sorority.”

“This is our fifth session. I asked you to try at the first session two weeks ago. When did you last try?”

“Yesterday. I stood outside the door for a little while before I gave up.”

“Why did you give up?”

“I can’t.”

“And that’s why you must. I understand you can feel the residual magic. I couldn’t stay in that room for more than a few moments when Ted first took me to it. But, you can’t fear a room. And you can’t run from the past. The only way that magic echo will fade is by having people use the room for normal purposes.”

“Not until Jane is safe.”

“Jane will be safe whether or not you spend time in your own dorm room.”

“I do go there sometimes. I just sit on the floor outside the door. Sometimes I need to get away from the sorority sisters acting wary around me.”

“Surly they don’t spread the rumors.”

“No, but I think a few of them believe a few of the rumors. A couple of them object to all magic for religious reasons. They treat Paris the same way as they do me.”

“People like that will always be burdens for wizards. You need to get used to that.”

“I’ve had no training or frame of reference. I didn’t grow up around wizards. I still haven’t met my, um, father.”

“That’s why Ted stopped me from initiating the formal greeting ritual when I first met you. Have you reached out to Ms. Leskovich?”

“We’ve exchanged texts. I’m going to go see her this weekend.”

“That’s wonderful. I would ask you to say Hello to Kate from me. I haven’t seen her in ages. But, you’ll have other things on your mind, I’m sure.”

“I’ll try to remember.”

“Have you spoken to Richard?”

“No, I’ve avoided him. He doesn’t look in my direction when we’re near one another. Seeing him hurts.”

“Hurts?”

“I want to run up to him and hold him and have him tell me it was all a bad dream. But, that won’t happen. And Jemma is always with him. I’ve run into her and she has no idea who I am. She seems nice. An unfortunate collateral victim who got mindfucked and unlike me, she has a wonderful boyfriend now. Or does she? She also has no idea why she loves him. Somehow, that makes me feel bad for her and at the same time envious.”

“Ted is trying to get Richard and Jemma to come see me but he’s not had any luck. At some point I may seek the two of them out on my own. Have you spoken with Jemma?”

“I few times. I tried to put in her head the idea that she needed to talk to you. She mentioned Ted saying some things she didn’t understand and I told her you could explain it. No idea if she will.”

“How did you try to persuade her?”

“Just talking.”

Heddy wasn’t sure if Emily was lying or not. Usually she could tell but as she was returning to her former self, it became more difficult.

Emily continued, “I am making sure I will like her. If I don’t, bad thoughts creep in.”

“Bad thoughts?”

“Ted has been nagging me about restoring the men who worked with your uncle. I’ve shut him down every time. I don’t want to see them. Ever.”

“And you think that’s fine?”

“No, I think I’m being an asshole. They probably knew nothing of my captivity. They probably have families who have no idea why they never came home a couple weeks ago. I just can’t make myself care about them. They took the money, they get the consequences.”

“Where are they now?”

“I think Ted’s sister uses them as toys.”

“I’ll have to ask Ted about that. He can’t restore them?”

“He says I did something to their ‘aura’ that makes them seem like normal toys to his magic. He can sense they are alive. But, I think he said, ‘The magic just slips off them.’”

“I’ve never dealt with physical magic. But, my understanding is Ted should be able to undo any inanimate transformation and you shouldn’t be able to do them at all. And yet, that isn’t true.”

“It’s not like I understand this stuff. I’m hoping to get some clarity on this from, um, Kate.”

“I’m not sure I should ask,” Heddy said, getting serious. “You are doing a very good job, but not a perfect job, of masking your fury from me.”

“That isn’t a question.” She took a deep breath.

Heddy hoped she hadn’t shown any shock on her face. As Emily had taken that deep breathe, she could no longer sense any fury from Emily. Heddy was pretty sure the fury was still there. Emily could hide it from her, a trained mentalist. “I know you’ll say, No. But, I have to ask. Can I take a deeper look?”

“No. I only have so much trust for you.”

“That’s totally fair and very honest. Please, don’t channel that fury into revenge.”

“What fury?”

“Unfortunately, much as I’d like to delve deeper into this, our time is up.”

“I’ll be fine. See you Friday, Heddy.”

“See you Friday, Emily.”

* * *

Patient: Emily Scarborough

Wizardry: Leskovich family with non-traditional skills

Appointment: February 7, 2024, 3:30 PM

Notes: Emily is not suppressing the events that happened to her between December 18, 2023 and January 30, 2024. She is siloing them. She shows a mentalist’s level of skill with walling off parts of her mind. I fear I have not met the true Emily. There are glimpses, the fact that she won’t restore my Uncle’s minions being the one that concerns me most. I fear she will use those walled off parts of her mind to exact her revenge on Stockton Perry. He deserves being charged with kidnapping. I fear her revenge will go a lot worse for Mr. Perry.

* * *

“Can I sit down?” Emily said, sitting down at the lunch table occupied by Mitch and Joel.

“Sure, Emily. How’s it going?”

“I want to collect on the favor you owe me.”

“Favor?”

“I helped you with the interface for Ted’s app.”

“I never said I owed you one,” Mitch said. The look on her face made him quickly add, “But, sure, I guess I do. What’s the ask?”

“I need a hack done. I’m not going to talk about it here obviously.”

“Of course not. Between Joel and me, we can probably get whatever you need done.”

“Great. I’ll be at your room this evening. If all goes well, you might even get to have some doll fun.”

“And then I’d owe you one for that later.”

She just smiled. “You catch on quick.” She got up and left.

“I thought everyone was saying she was a basket case,” Joel said.

“Did you see her eyes? She might be a highly functioning basket case.”

“You going to help her?”

“I’m not going to allow her to become angry with me if that’s the alternative.”

“Good plan. Too bad you want to keep her at arm’s length. Ted hasn’t resumed doll rentals.”

“You want her turning you into a doll?”

“I thought she’d be the doll.”

“I wouldn’t be too sure about that.”

“Oh.”

* * *

“I don’t know why I’m here,” Lilian said. “Ted fixed whatever Fiona, Bailey, and Carson did to me.”

“Did he? How do you feel about studying?” Dr. Morova said.

“I like studying. I’ve always liked it. That’s why they were able to make me go study crazy.”

“Or did you want to go ‘study crazy’ as you call it?”

“They overdid it. I didn’t see my hometown friends at all over Winter break. Some of them are mad at me for ignoring them. I wouldn’t want to study to the point of losing my friends.”

“Lilian, Ted told you about me, right?”

“You’re a wizard like he is.”

“Except my magic involves the mind. I examined you before Ted removed the compulsions imposed by his magic. There was nothing there about studying.”

“That can’t be right. There had to be.”

“Carson had said to all of his victims they had to continue to keep up their studies. Nothing else was part of any compulsion.”

“Then why did I…?”

“Were you thinking about doing any independent studies over Winter break before you were – let’s call it – initiated?”

“Yes. I’m always, well, not always, but when I’m thinking about my studies, I think about getting extra credit.”

“That was an interesting slip. How did Fiona and Bailey get you to become a doll?”

“How did you know I didn’t just sign up to be rented on my own?”

“Ted was surprised to see you that evening as you hadn’t been a rental doll in over a month. Why is that?”

“I had a lot of work to do.”

“Your normal semester work and an independent study you talked Professor Sakei into allowing you to do.”

“I’ve done an independent study each semester that I’ve been here except my initial Freshman semester. I didn’t know any of the professors then.”

“But, you aren’t ‘study crazy’?”

“NO!” Lilian face was a mask of anger.

Dr. Morova waited to see if Lilian would say anything else.

“I’m sorry I shouted.”

“I’m used to being shouted at. Just not passionate shouting about the desire to study. Do you now acknowledge that you might need to study a bit more intensely than perhaps is healthy?”

“I… I do.” Her body drooped, momentarily defeated. She perked up and said, “I could do a study about overachievers.”

“Or we could work on correcting your life balance needs.”

“That could be studied as well.”

* * *

Jemma found herself at a medical office park, at the door of a psychiatrist’s office, Dr. Morova. She wasn’t sure why, but she had made an appointment earlier in the week and she was surprised they could see her so quickly. The receptionist had her take a seat after getting her insurance information.

The doctor came out and greeted her. They went into her office.

“I’m not sure why I’m here.”

Heddy had no qualms about reading her mind. She found an orderly collection of controls left by her uncle and a few other messy controls she couldn’t identify.

“Well, I’m sure we can suss it out together. Anything unusual happen to you in the last couple months, perhaps.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Meet someone new?”

“Oh, well, is that unusual? But, yes, I met Richard six, no seven weeks ago. He and I are head over heels for one another.”

“No, that isn’t unusual. It is noteworthy. How did you meet?”

“On a bench outside the dorms. I don’t remember why I was just sitting there. It seems like it had been a few hours now that I think about it. But, he was very sweet.”

“Seven weeks ago?”

“Yes, our 50 day anniversary was yesterday. We went out to a restaurant for dinner. It was a lovely Italian place Richard heard about from a friend.”

“You know you met 51 days ago but you don’t know the full circumstance of why you happen to be where he met you?”

“I guess that is unusual.” She thought for a moment. “I remember us talking for hours that day but I have no idea what we talked about. Strange.”

“Well, it’s a good thing you’re here then.”

“I guess. Richard owned a life sized doll. I remember telling him he had to get rid of it.”

“Did he?”

“Yes, but I suppose that’s also weird. He sold it to Stockton Perry. How did one of the richest men in America know Richard was selling a sex toy?”

“This is most strange.”

“Where did you get that necklace?”

“Richard gave it to me. Come to think of it, he gave it to me the day he sold the doll.”

“May I hold it?”

She leaned forward and held it toward Heddy.

“No, take it off so I can hold it.”

“I’d rather not.”

“Why?”

“I… I... I just don’t want to.”

“Tell me about the doll. Why did you insist he get rid of it?”

“I just didn’t like it. It was too realistic. Now that I think about it, the doll looked like a woman I go to college with. Emily something. I spoke to her a few days ago. She’s a dead ringer for the doll.”

“I can only say this is strange in so many ways.”

“Am I crazy?”

“No, not likely. I fear it is something worse.”

“Worse?”

“Your mind was tampered with.”

“Tampered with? How?”

“Magic.”

“I thought you were a doctor.”

“I am a doctor. I’m also a wizard.” The room went completely black and only the doctor’s face was lit from an invisible source of light. That was what Jemma saw. “I apologize for the parlor tricks. But, you have to take this seriously. Your mind was altered by another wizard. You know about Ted and his wizard skills. Turning people into dolls is his specialty. There are other kinds of wizards, including those who can tamper with minds.”

“That’s a lot to absorb.”

“I know. Take a deep breath.” The room returned to its normal lighting. “I can see several controls in your mind. I would like your permission to examine them further. I don’t want to poke them too hard in case they’re booby trapped.”

“This is dangerous?”

“I suspect they aren’t a danger to you. They could cause me some pain if I tamper with them.”

“I want them gone.”

“That might change how you feel about any number of things.”

“Richard?”

“No, given the amount of time you’ve spend with him, fifty days, I suspect your feelings for him are genuine now. I would have to do my examination to be sure.”

“Go ahead. Should I lie down?”

“One of the controls is being fueled by the pendant on that necklace.”

“What?”

“Hand me the necklace.”

“No, you can’t have it. It’s mine. We’re done.” She stood up.

“Sleep.”

Jemma collapsed on the sofa, falling asleep immediately.

Heddy opened her desk’s side drawer and pulled out a box and a pair of thick gloves. With difficulty she undid the latch on the necklace and dropped it and the pendant into the box. She sealed the box and returned it to the drawer. After spending a moment collecting herself, she said, “Awaken.”

Jemma opened her eyes. “I… I was going to leave for some reason.”

“The necklace. It was influencing you.”

Jemma grasped at her throat to find the necklace missing. “Oh, god. Am I still being controlled?”

“Yes. You might experience some vertigo as I look around in your mind. I had to remove the necklace first.”

“Okay. How do I know you didn’t put these things in my head?”

“You don’t. But, I didn’t. I do know who did. And even if I told you who did, you wouldn’t know whom I was talking about. I don’t want you to come to any harm.”

“One more thing.”

“Yes?”

“Was it Ted who did this?”

“No.”

“He suggested I needed to see you. So did that Emily. Oh, god. She was actually Richard’s doll.”

Heddy said nothing.

“Oh, my god. And Richard sold her. Why? How could Richard do such a thing?”

“You aren’t the only one who’s been tampered with. I’ll tell you more after I examine your mind.”

“Okay. Oh, god.” She quickly arranged herself on her back on the sofa. “Go ahead.”

Heddy mostly knew what she’d find. Her uncle’s controls were targeted and as subtle as they could be. He had always taken sick pride in how he would fuck people’s minds, she thought. She could remove them easily.

There was one other control that was rather sloppily induced into her mind. It appeared to be a control convincing Jemma to seek her out. Did Ted or Emily create that? Cleaning that one up would probably hurt Jemma.

“Okay, I’ve given you a pretty good look. There’s a few controls there that have mostly been absorbed by the rest of your mind. They are basically a part of you because they did their work and are no longer necessary. For example, two of them made you interested in Richard and in what he had to say. I’m sure that is wholly a part of you now. Removing the controls themselves is simple as they should just slip out easily. Removing their influence would be difficult and possibly leave you utterly confused for months. I will remove the controls but you are stuck with the influence.”

“I guess that’s fine. I don’t want to lose Richard. Although, I feel like I stole him from Emily. They were dating weren’t they.”

“I’ll get to that. There’s another control that is still a bit more active. It is what made it hard for you to think about anomalies like not knowing how you met Richard. It was being fueled by the necklace. Removing it will probably cause you a few instances of confusion but nothing meaningfully damaging.”

“Okay.”

“And the final influence is the most recent. I think it was placed there by Emily since I know Ted couldn’t do it. She appears to have convinced you to come see me. I have no idea how she did it. She shouldn’t have any access to that kind of magic. That control should fade now that you have come to see me.”

“She made me come here?”

“No, she just put the thought in your head. Literally.”

“Emily can control minds?”

“Emily is a special case. Technically, she is my patient and I shouldn’t talk about her at all. Please, ask her about what happened to her when she was kidnapped.”

“Kidnapped? Someone was kidnapped from school?”

“You didn’t know that?”

“No. Should I… I remember hearing rumors about a kidnapping and thinking I should just ignore them. I don’t remember what the rumors were though.”

“Yes. There were a few other faded controls in your head. I didn’t bring them up because I couldn’t determine what they had done. I suppose they caused you to ignore anyone talking about the kidnappings.”

“Kidnappings? More than one?”

“Jane Panabaker was also kidnapped and she is still missing.”

“That’s terrible. Who would do that?”

“The same person who tampered with your mind.”

“Could he have kidnapped me?”

“No, he was specifically looking to kidnap Miss Panabaker. Emily got in his way.”

“But, she’s a wizard.”

“She had only discovered her abilities a couple weeks before the kidnapping. The kidnapper used her inexperience to cause her great harm.”

“She lost Richard. Oh, god. It’s not my fault, is it?”

“Not in any way.”

“It’s worse then that isn’t it. I was the consolation prize to keep Richard from noticing Emily was gone.”

“That is relatively accurate. I’m sorry. And that’s also why I need to see him soon.”

“Remove the controls that you can. I’m curious how I’ll feel if I’m in full control.”

“This might cause you some discomfort. I will do my best to avoid that.”

For several minutes, the room was silent. Heddy broke out in a sweat as she worked to undo the expertly crafted controls and one not so expertly crafted control in her mind. Jemma squirmed a few times during the effort.

“Done. How do you feel?”

“I feel… I feel… used. I can see a face. An older man with a twisted smile. He’s speaking but I can’t hear him.”

“That’s the man who did this to you. He’s no longer a threat to anyone.”

“I suppose I don’t want to know how that happened.”

“I am not privy to all the details myself. Suffice it to say, he won’t do anything like he did to you, Richard, Emily, or Jane and God knows how many other people ever again.”

“Richard? I… I thought I was in love with him.”

“Are you?”

“I don’t dislike him. I wouldn’t mind actually getting to know him. I stayed with his family over break. I really like his mother. But, no, I’m not in love with… Oh, god, I’ve been a controlling bitch to him.”

“Hmm?”

“I’ve been keeping him from seeing his friends. Was that so they wouldn’t ask him about Emily?”

“Probably.”

“Oh, god. I owe her an apology.”

“I can’t help you or her with that. But, you can do me and Emily a great favor?”

“Anything.”

“Bring Richard here.”

“Okay.”

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Ted's Dolls 44: Dragon

Ted'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.

The only dragon we’ve seen before was Ted’s Dolls 40: Stockton Perry. Emily had clawed back some of her agency.

On the last Friday of January, before leaving to go back to the dorms and begin the spring semester, Ted received a call from a familiar unknown number. “Hello,” he said.

“I have information you want.”

“You again?”

“Yes, me again. I know where Emily is and I know how you can get there. But, you don’t have time.”

“Where is she?”

“The national park.”

“That doesn’t really narrow it down.”

“No, it doesn’t. But, I can tell you more.”

“In exchange for?”

“When you find her, someone will be there. I want you to capture him and deliver him to me?”

“Do I look like a kidnapper?”

“No, but, you’re a wizard who can get the drop on a mentalist and stop him from getting in your head first.”

“And how am I supposed to get the drop on him?”

“Emily will provide the distraction.”

“What are you going to do with him?”

“I don’t think you want to be privy to those details.”

* * *

Mid-morning light spilled into the small enclosure. One of the men who opened it trained their phone on the contents: A two-foot tall figurine in the shape of a dragon sitting on a horde of coins. Mr. M observed a feed from a video conferencing app being run on the cell phone. He was sure she hadn’t escaped. How did she turn herself into a dragon collectible figurine?

The man holding the phone said, “She isn’t here, Mr. M.”

“I can see that. Any sign of tampering with the slab.”

“No, Sir.” As the cameraman replied, the other man sent to look into the holding cell reached into the cell.

“No, no, tell him to stop,” Mr. M called out.

The man froze in place as he touched the figurine.

“What the fuck?” The cameraman said backing up.

“Don’t move too far away. I want to see this.”

Over the next minute, the frozen figure of a man morphed into a child’s doll. Its body lay at the feet of the dragon.

“Seal the cell,” Mr. M said.

“I can’t move the slab by my... No, no, no.”

Mr. M watches as a small dragon flew out of the cell and after gaining a little height. It dive bombed the camera man. The camera fell to the ground. After a minute, the figure of a child’s doll landed in front of the phone’s camera. It was knocked to the side and the face of a dragon filled the screen. “You’re next,” it said. Its mouth opened and a gout of fire filled the display for a few seconds before the connection to the video conference was lost.

Mr. M was running away from the base camp and deeper into the woods. The dragon would look for cars and target him there. He would be elsewhere.

* * *

Dragon flew away from the hilltop. When she saw the two cars parked at the foot of the hill, she gave them a wide berth. Turning those two men into dolls had depleted her already thin reserves. She needed food. She spotted a stream. She also needed water. She flew to a spot where the bank of the stream provided some cover and landed. She drank from the stream for several minutes. A wave of exhaustion made want to lie down. Just for a minute, she told herself. She rested at the edge of the stream and fell asleep.

* * *

Saturday around noon, Stockton received a text from Leslie Pauluva: «Told you so. I unilaterally terminate our contract. The severing fee agreed upon within the contract has already been deposited in your bank account. Never contact me again.»

He tried to call Leslie back but it went straight voice mail. He made a call to Mr. M but it too went straight to voice mail. “Sophia, get me Mr. M on the phone.”

“I don’t know that I can. He said he was going to the holding site and might be off the grid,” she replied over the intercom.

Stockton considered whether Leslie saw something that happened at the storage site. “Sophia, tell the flight crew to ready my jet. I need to go to, um, London. I need the helicopter ready in fifteen minutes to take me to the airport.”

“Yes, Sir.”

* * *

“Why are we here?” Whitney said.

“Emily is around here somewhere,” Paris said.

“Why?” Burke said.

“Unknown. My informant said she was near these hills and is in a pitch black location,” Ted said.

“We better hurry. The sun sets early in these hills and it being winter doesn’t help.”

“We got here as soon as we could.”

They walked along a forgotten path through the area. It took effort to see the signs of a footpath that was once used more frequently. They walked for several minutes. Ted’s phone vibrated.

«He’s close.»

“Sh, sh, sh.” Ted said to the others. They understood they were the bait. They moved ahead of Ted and hoped for the best.

“What did you say?” Burke said to an unseen person.

Ted ducked behind a tree. His heart raced. This was no longer a game, no longer fun. They were in the woods with someone who wouldn’t think twice about destroying their lives.

Underbrush to his right rustled as someone ran off away from the group.

“Damn. Where does she think she’s going?” Said a voice Ted had never personally heard before. But, it had to be his quarry. He readied his spell and peeked around the tree. “There you are,” the voice said.

The spell was released and the man stood there, immobilized by Ted’s transformation magic. “Stay hidden,” Ted shouted. Even though his transformation spells made the subject unaware while the transformation ran its course, he wasn’t taking any chances that this wizard was subject to those conditions.

After about fifteen minutes, Ted stepped out from the tree. The man was not visible, as expected. Ted walked over to where he had been standing and found a small artist’s posing mannequin, one made of wood with articulated joints. Its head was a plain ovoid devoid of facial features. Mentalists had trouble working when they couldn’t see, he figured.

Whitney and Paris joined him shortly.

“Burke is sleeping over there,” Whitney said. Where she pointed, Ted and Paris could see Burke’s red windbreaker on the ground.

Ted took a canvas bag out of his backpack. With a stick, he moved the posing figure into the bag and sealed it. As he did this, Paris and Whitney went through the man’s clothing looking for anything interesting. They found a wallet, a small box of breath mints, and a cell phone.

“Why would he worry about his breath?”

“He probably fed them to his victims.”

“It’s too bad we can’t get into his phone.”

Paris picked up the phone and it turned on. She swiped right and laughed. “No password or passcode. Cocky bastard.”

“Cool. Who’s in his contacts?” Ted said.

“Asshole. Big Asshole. Fuckers one and two. Not a single contact is a normal name.”

“I suppose that’s a form of security,” Whitney said.

“Big Asshole and Bunch of Asses called last. Big Asshole also sent a text. ‘Where are you? Your friend broke their contract,’” Paris said.

“What does that mean?” Whitney said.

No one had an answer.

“Let’s see if we can wake Burke up.”

As they walked over, Ted’s phone vibrated again.

«West, half a mile, up the hill.»

He showed the display to the ladies. “We aren’t done?” Whitney said.

“We haven’t found Emily yet.”

* * *

“Is that a scorch mark on the grass over there?” Burke said.

“Someone was digging not far away.”

“Burke and Whitney, check out the grass. Paris and I will go the dig site.”

A few minutes later, Burke and Whitney joined Paris and Ted at the dig. “Very odd,” Burke said. “The scorch mark was almost a perfect circle with a melted cell phone in the middle. It’s cold, though. Also, we found this.” He held up a child’s doll of a man wearing casual clothing.

“We found a doll like that too.”

“They’re alive,” Ted said.

“They are?”

“Why are they dressed?”

“Because Emily probably transformed them. Her magic isn’t mine.”

Burke examined the doll more closely. “This one has a wallet and tiny key chain.” He managed to get the wallet out of the doll’s back pocket without dropping the wallet. “Oh, wow, there’s even a driver’s license. But, I can’t read it.”

“I’m sure if we had a magnifying glass it would be a real license.”

“There’s a wallet in this doll’s pocket, too,” Paris said. “Can you restore them?”

“I can probably restore the men to man-sized people. But, I can’t do anything about the wallets.”

“And not here,” Whitney said.

“Of course not. They go in a bag along with the scorched phone.”

“How did it get scorched?” Paris said.

“No idea, there’s a stone box which I’m guessing was Emily’s prison for a short time,” Ted said to the other two.

Whitney climbed up and looked inside. “Oh, my god. It’s tiny. There’s no way she could have sat up, stood up, or stretched out.”

“They were probably trying to break her with torture,” Burke said.

“That’s awful.”

“She escaped.”

“That doesn’t mean they didn’t succeed in breaking her,” Paris said.

“Where could she be?”

“Anywhere.”

“What should we do now?”

“We could wander in the woods for hours shouting her name.”

“Will that work?”

“I doubt it.”

“Let’s head back. I’ll send a text to my friend.”

Half an hour later, they were at the parking lot. The car that was here when they arrived earlier was still here.

“I have an idea,” Burke said. He pulled out the doll and found the key fob. He used a pen to poke at the electronic door remote. When he was close to the car, the car horn tooted and the doors unlocked.

“It still works?” Ted said.

“I guess so.”

Paris got in on the passenger side and opened the glove box. “It’s registered to Perry Holding. That’s a company owned by Stockton Perry, isn’t it?”

“Well, we found a link. Doesn’t do us a lot of good.”

“Given what we’ve found out, perhaps we shouldn’t hang around the car too long,” Whitney said. “If they haven’t sent someone to find these guys, they will soon. We aren’t sure how long ago they were turned into dolls.”

“Can’t be too long. The mentalist was still in the area.”

“Why didn’t he return to the car?” Burke said.

“Probably was afraid of Emily finding him,” Paris said.

“He was wrong about fearing that, I guess,” Ted said. “She isn’t around here.”

“Or she doesn’t know who we are,” Paris said.

“Really?” Whitney said.

“It’s a possibility,” Ted said.

* * *

The sun was low in the sky when Dragon woke up. She wasn’t sure if it was dusk or dawn the next day. She was still hungry. Should she turn back to human shape? Probably not, she thought. It’ll be easier to hunt like this. Can even cook the food like this. She laughed at the idea.

She was right. Within an hour she had caught, killed, cooked, and eaten a few small animals. No longer famished, she decided it was dawn as it was brighter than it had been when she woke up. She was angry she had let her tormentor escape. But, she could deal with him later. She needed to find Jane.

She took flight. The air flowing over her face felt refreshing. She remembered seeing a few cars not far away. She flew in that direction. When she got there, a lone car was sitting in the parking area. She didn’t recognize it. She landed in a tree and observed for about fifteen minutes before deciding she needed to do something else.

She could follow the road. It had to go somewhere there were people. She took flight again. The gravel road was unused. It merged with a paved road with two lanes in each direction. There was a sign where the gravel road meet the highway. She instinctively looked away from it before its words could burrow into her mind.

She turned right onto the highway and followed it. She was high above the road surface so she wouldn’t see the signs. She hoped anyone in the infrequent cars would mistake her for a bird.

She was approaching a small town. She didn’t want to go near any signs but she didn’t know where she was. She took a chance on a collection of highway signs and found out she was near the national park. It was going to take her all day to fly back to the university.

Flying took a lot out of a dragon, she discovered. She had to stop every so often to eat. It was nearly dark when she spotted the school library, a misshapen building surrounded on three sides by large grassy areas. She hovered over the campus not sure where to go. She couldn’t turn into a human. She had no clothes, no money, and no way to get into her dorm room. She flew around the dormitory and found no easy way in.

Dusk had turned into night. She was tired, hungry, and on the verge of a breakdown. She tried the other dorms and found one window was open. She couldn’t fit through the opening as a dragon. But, a cat could do it.

She perched on the window sill and transformed into a kitten. She squeezed into the room and hoped down to the floor. The room was familiar. Someone she knew lived here. She shifted to human form. The name Doll popped into her head and she dismissing vehemently. She would call herself Person, not Doll.

Person went into the adjourning bathroom. When the light switched on, she was shocked by what she saw. Her face was thin and pale. Her hair was a mop of hair pointing in every direction. A name bubbled up in the back of head but she couldn’t reach it. It’ll come, she assured herself.

She used the facilities and took a shower. The warm water flowed off her as she stood there for a long time. She could not remember the last time she showered. There was soap and shampoo for both men and women. She used the women’s variety and the scent was familiar. When she was finally finished and turned off the water, she realized she hadn’t looked for a towel first. Luckily, one was sitting on the counter.

She dried off and went back into the dorm’s main room. She had been in that bathroom many times. The sofa. The sofa was familiar too. She sat down on the sofa and leaped off immediately. She’d been a doll on the sofa many times. This was Ted’s room. She was home. He would know her name. She just had to wait for him.

She was hungry and tired. Tired won. She sat on the bed for a moment and a moment later she was lying down, asleep.

* * *

Paris dragged a couple of bags of luggage down the corridor. There were other people waiting for the elevator. But, she was planning to be ready for some fun when Ted came up with the rest of his things. She opened the door to his room and pulled the bags into the room. She was about to go into the bathroom when she heard something stir behind her.

“Emily?”

Person on the bed heard the sound and was awake in an instant. She turned into a kitten and was headed for the window.

“Wait. Emily. Wait. We’ve been searching for you.”

The voice was familiar to Kitten. She stopped at the window sill and looked back at the woman. She knew her. But she didn’t know her name.

“Emily?” Paris said.

Emily? Kitten thought. Is she calling me Emily? Kitten morphed into Dragon and said, “Emily?”

“You’re Emily, aren’t you?”

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know? What happened to…? I’m Paris. This is Ted’s room. Do you remember us?”

“Ted? Where’s Ted?” Dragon was overwhelmed. “I am Emily?”

“Is that a question?”

“No. NO! I am Emily.” Dragon was replaced by a naked Emily who immediately slumped into Paris’ arms and sobbed.

Shortly, the door opened and as soon as he appeared, Emily switched her hugging and sobbing to him. “Ted!!”

Paris dug around in Ted’s closet for some clothing she knew she had left behind over the prior semester. She also sent out a bunch of texts to various people who knew Emily. About five minutes later, there was a knock at the door.

“Emily, take these and put them on in the bathroom.”

“Okay. Who’s at the door?” She failed in her attempt to dry her eyes.

“Friends.”

She cried again and just went into the bathroom.

Ted opened the door. Whitney and Burke were there and he could see others on the way. “I have one more mission for you two.”

“She’s okay?”

“Yes, and she’s a bit fragile. As much as she might need an outpouring of love, she doesn’t need a bunch people parading through here asking her the same questions over and over again.”

“Right. We’ll defends the gates,” Burke said.

“Ask one of them to go buy her lunch and bring it back here. She looks like she hasn’t been eating well,” Paris said.

Several hours passed quietly. It took two trips to the cafeteria to get her feeling full. She mostly just sat between Ted and Paris and cried about failing Jane. They didn’t learn much about her captivity.

A knock at the door startled her. “More food?”

“No, I invited someone here to help you gain some perspective.”

“Okay,” she said cautiously.

“Ted, it’s good to meet you,” the raven-haired woman at the door said.

“Heddy Morova, I am honored to welcome a member of your house to my humble abode.”

She stifled a laugh at ‘humble abode.’ “I am pleased to accept your welcome into the living space of an Ionsecu,” she said and they shook hands, though she remained on the threshold of dorm room. “Before I enter. You have met my uncle. The Morova family disowned him nearly thirty years ago. And yet we still need to clean up his messes.”

“Please, please enter. Your uncle will never harm another person again.”

“Do not tell me anything further. Where is… It is an honor to meet a member…”

“Don’t. She doesn’t know. And as you’ll find out, it is too soon.”

Heddy looked at Emily.

“NO!!” Emily shouted, she backed away toward the window sill. Emily’s mind was shouting at her that this woman was an enemy. She shifted to her dragon form.

“Emily, please calm down,” Ted said. It had been a long time since he used a counterspell in that manner, though he wondered what the spell would have done to the Morova wizard. “She won’t harm you. She is here to undo the harm done by her uncle.”

“I am better like this. You are an enemy, my mind is telling me. Can you not get someone else, Ted?”

“Anyone else we get would still be a member of the Morova family. Trust me,” Ted implored.

“My uncle put my image in your mind and associated it with hatred? I shouldn’t be surprised. May I remove that association? I will do nothing else.”

“Okay.”

“Unfortunately, I can’t reach your mind in your current form. I’m impressed you pushed him out by becoming this dragon.”

“It’s how I escaped. I’m going to change back. Be quick.”

As Emily took her normal form, she clutched at her head and dropped to the ground.

“I’m so sorry. It was the only way.”

Emily stood up. “I’m okay. I don’t fear you now. It was necessary. Can you unscramble my head?”

“The first of many such heads I will aid, it seems. I am also a licensed psychiatrist. I will help you with therapy as well.”

* * *

Emily didn’t want to sleep in her room and didn’t want to put Ted out sleeping in his room. Paris suggested she could stay in her room at the sorority house. The two of them went there after Dr. Morova left. Paris stayed the night without Emily asking her to stay with her.

Ted was expecting a knock at the door around eight. He let Carson into his room. “I’m here.”

“Nervous?”

Carson laughed. “Duh. I agreed to your punishment. Thanks for making me laugh.”

“Remember that at the end of the semester.”

“The whole semester? Fine. How will this work?”

“I’m going to turn you into a doll. You will turn back to normal without my intervention around eight in the morning. Tonight, Penelope will be stopping by in half an hour. What she does with you is up to her.”

“Very eye for an eye.”

“Very poetic.”

“And I suppose they will rotate days?”

“Fiona is tomorrow. Then Bailey and Aimee. Lilian will then get you for two days because her deprogramming took extra time.”

“It did?”

“She was locked in a cycle of doing extra work. She did three independent study projects over Winter break.”

“I didn’t do that to her.”

“No? How do you figure that?”

“It must have been when Bailey and Fiona brought her into the harem. I never did find out what they put into Lilian’s head.”

“I should make it three days. You knew something was up, could command the culprits to fix it, and did nothing.”

“I suppose you’re right. What about Zoey?”

“She doesn’t live on campus. If she’s in town some weekend, she’ll get her turns.”

“I appreciate that this allows me to continue my studies.”

“Only because you seemed to not infringe on your victims’ studies. Just don’t be late seeing me.”

“I won’t. My mother is going to be okay, right?”

“I’m sure you noticed she didn’t need your help yesterday and today.”

“I did. I just wanted to be sure.”

“I thought you hated her.”

“I do. I also love her.”

“Funny how that works.”

When Penelope arrived, Ted handed her the doll unceremoniously. “What’s this?”

“Carson.”

“Oh,” she said. “That’s his face.”

“Yes. You can’t get him to read anything so don’t bother trying. He will turn back to normal around eight in the morning.”

“What do I do with him?”

“That’s up to you.”

* * *

“You found her.” The mystery voice said as soon as he picked up the phone

“Technically, she escaped on her own,” Ted said. “Not withstanding your obvious concern for Emily, I only accomplished your goal.”

“You have the infernal Mr. M.?”

“Yes, I have him.”

“How do you have him?”

“You can find out by coming to get him.”

“I’ll send my top men immediately.”

“No, you will show up. I made a deal with you. If you want Mr. M., you will personally knock on the door to my parent’s house and we will met one another as properly befits wizards meeting for the first time?”

“What makes you think I’m a wizard?”

“I’m not going dignify that with a response.”

“Fine. I will arrange to visit your family home. I’m busy the next couple weeks.”

“I’ll need more than a day’s notice.”

“Okay. A weekend will probably best as well. I’ll be sure to contact you on a Wednesday or Thursday when I’m sure I’ll be available that weekend.”

“We can make that work. You still aren’t going to tell me who I should be expecting?”

“We will greet formally at the face-to-face, Mr. Ionescu.”

“As you wish,” Ted hung up.

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This week I've also included bonus images of just the statues without all the trees and darkness. I also added a few bonus images to last week's release of pages 1-4. And next week's pages 8-10 will have a couple bonuses as well. The bonus images are Patreon exclusives.

Ted's Dolls 43: Gillian 2

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.

Aimee and Gillian have been head shaped mugs used to play beer pong in TD 15. Nothing that extreme now, just Aimee roping Gillian into the Carson intrigue.

Carson’s mother called Carson to down from his room. He zipped his pants and grabbed a sheet of paper from his printer before he went downstairs. “Yes, Mother?”

“Why is there a mannequin in that car in the driveway?”

“I’m not ditching the car.”

“I’m done with trying to argue that. What was that Aimee woman doing with a mannequin?”

“I don’t care. And I don’t care what you think. I’ve had enough of your smothering.”

“Don’t you talk back to me.”

“Or what?”

Her demeanor shifted from anger to caring. “Carson, I only want what’s best for you.”

Penelope was descending the stairs after rinsing her mouth out.

“You meant what’s best for you. No one is good enough for me. No one cares like you care.”

“Penelope hates you.” Mrs. O’Neil glanced at Penelope hiding on the staircase. Her face went white as a sheet from the glare. “How much is he paying you to be your girlfriend?”

“Are you out of your mind?” Carson said.

“Why else would she be okay with Aimee showing up here saying she’s your girlfriend. Did I interrupt some kind of threesome?”

“Yes, Mother. And I have four other girls I fuck all at the same time, too. Do you hear how insane you sound?”

Penelope was so glad she had no orders to support what he says automatically since she had participated in a couple of those orgies.

“You will not speak to me in that manner.”

“What are you saying? You want what’s best for me. Are you saying I shouldn’t be fucking six different women because I can? You’re right. I need more women.”

“Now, you’re just being vulgar. You may be pretty and rich. But, you aren’t rich enough for any woman to be forth and fifth fiddle for you.”

“There it is. Carson, you’re such a disappointment. Why can’t you be like Mrs. Allison’s boy, Pete? He’s a doctor.”

“You weren’t a disappointment until you came home with her.”

“Hey!” Penelope said.

“You are tolerable, at best.”

“Never speak to me again,” Carson said. “I’m going out. C’mon, Penelope.”

They got in Aimee’s car and drove away.

“I have to sit in the back?”

“I don’t have time to move the doll first. I need to get away from this house.”

He drove for fifteen minutes in silence before he said. “Come here and put this paper in the doll’s hands so she can read it.”

“Already working on that seventh woman.”

“Aimee gets me presents. What do you do?”

“You can be as pissed at your mother as you like. Don’t take it out on me.”

“You’re right. Sorry.”

Once Penelope had the doll ready, he said, “Gillian, I hope you can hear me. Read this paper over and over from top to bottom.”

* * *

Three days later, only a few days remained of Winter break. Ted and Paris were relaxing in the glow of a little afternoon delight. “Libby will be home soon,” she said.

“Eager to be a doll.”

“When I’m a doll, I don’t have to be Paris.”

“You heard that.”

“I did. And she’s right. Being Paris is a full time job.”

“Cute.”

“I like it best when she brushes my hair.”

“Does she know that?”

“Of course.”

His phone rang. Ted leaned over top of Paris to grab it.

“Hello,” Ted said. The caller was labeled unknown by his phone.

“Ted. It’s Gillian. Aimee’s in jail and it’s all Carson’s fault. He’s a monster.” He put the phone on speaker.

“Slower and louder, Gillian. Where are you?”

“At Carson’s house and he doesn’t know I’m calling on his phone. He’s brainwashed several woman who were your dolls. It has something to do with them reading stuff when they’re dolls. Now, he’s punished Aimee and she ended up in jail.”

“Why are you at his house?”

“Aimee wanted him to brainwash me. Or she didn’t. I can’t tell. But I’m supposed to pretend. Just come here. I’ll send the address.”

“Okay. Hang tight.”

She ended the call.

“She said Carson? I told you about Zoey going into his room at the end of the semester.”

“And I should have followed up on that apparently.”

“Carson must have discovered the thing about the dolls Tonya and Elliot discovered.”

They both got out of bed and got dressed.

“With everything involving Emily and Jane, that completely slipped my mind.

* * *

Mrs. O’Neil answered the doorbell. “Well, at least you wear fine clothes.”

“Excuse me?” Paris said.

“Are you here to fuck my son, too?”

Ted chose that moment to step onto the porch from around the corner of the garage. “I would appreciate it if you didn’t speak to my girlfriend in that manner. Is Carson here?”

“I had no idea. Yes, he’s here. In his room upstairs.”

“Would you tell him Ted would like a word with him?”

“Tell him yourself. He and I aren’t speaking at the moment.”

She stepped back to allow them entry.

They entered. Carson came down the stairs at that moment. Gillian bounded down the stairs after him

His mother spun on her heel with an audible, “Hmmpf,” and left the room.

“Ted? Paris? What a surprise,” Carson said.

“Ted, thank God you’re here,” Gillian said. She threw her arms around his neck and gave him a kiss.

Paris shook her head as Gillian looked at her and shrugged. They all sat down in the living room.

“I think you know why I’m here, Carson.”

“I can guess how you found out.”

“Not important.”

Gillian stuck her tongue out at Carson, who ignored her.

“I suppose not. Aimee wasn’t my fault.”

“No?”

“Well, partly. My mother got the police involved. I hate her.”

“That doesn’t give you the right to do what you did.”

“No. But, I was afraid.”

“Afraid?”

Carson left out no detail of his encounters with Mr. M.

As he was speaking with Ted and Paris, Penelope was still upstairs. She called a hidden number on her phone.

“Why are you calling me?” Mr. M said.

“Ted is here,” Penelope said.

“Now?”

“Yes. Carson is squealing like a stuck pig.”

“That won’t do. You are ordered to forget I exist. Delete your call records and text messages as soon as you hang up.”

“Okay.”

“Congratulations. You no longer have to fuck Carson.”

“Thank you.”

He hung up.

She didn’t.

“What other havoc did that Mr. M do?” Paris said.

“Did he do other things?” Carson said.

“He kidnapped Emily and Jane.”

“Seriously? I might really be in trouble.”

“I’m almost feeling sorry for you. How many women did you fuck up?”

“There are seven women, well perhaps only six, under my influence. But two of them were recruited by two of the other women, like Aimee did to Gillian.”

“Why did they do that?”

“I told them to please me and they got it in their heads they should bring more women into the…”

“Harem?”

Penelope finally came downstairs.

“I was going to say fold. Aimee, Lilian, Bailey, Fiona, Zoey, Penelope, and Gillian. Although, maybe not her.”

“No. Aimee saved me.”

“How?”

“Let’s hold off on that,” Ted said. “What do we do with you?”

“Police?” Gillian said.

“No, they wouldn’t understand. I’d have to get my people involved and they would probably do things to Carson that I’d rather not think about.”

“What?” Mrs. O’Neil said, entering the room. “He’s not going to any jail. You can just get out of my house.”

“Ma’am…”

“Don’t you Ma’am, me. I don’t care what you think he did. You are leav--…” She froze in place. Slowly, he skin became paler and shiny.

“You turned my mother into a doll?”

“Sorry, but she was getting loud.”

“No, no. Please let me give her something to read. You can turn me into a doll forever if you let me. She has been a shrew as long as I’ve been alive. She drove my father away. She said awful things about Penelope and Gillian. And even worse about Aimee. Just a few sentences about being considerate and deferential. Please?”

* * *

The older woman crumbled the piece of paper in her hand and threw it in the trash. She promptly forgot about it. She wasn’t sure what to do. She was standing in the kitchen unsure what to do now. Where was Carson?

Carson crossed out several lines of text from the paper in his hand. He had just been programmed like his victims had been. The remaining text on the paper he held said, “I must tell Mother what to do. Mother is incapable of initiating action. If I don’t tell her to do something and explain it in excruciating detail, she will die of thirst. I must keep her alive and busy. When I can move again, I must find her and help do all the tasks she usually does.”

He called out, “Mother.”

He was rushing down the stairs when he realized he couldn’t just call her. “Mother, shout out where you are located.”

“I’m in the kitchen.”

“Okay.”

“I’m in the kitchen.

“I’m in the kitchen.”

“Stop shouting, Mother.”

“Okay, Carson.”

She was standing by the trashcan, her arm poised over the opening as if she had just let something drop into it.

“Let’s make dinner, Mother.”

“Okay. I am hungry.”

She didn’t move from where she stood.

“Did you thaw any meat this morning?”

“Yes. Chicken, I think.”

“Get it out of the refrigerator.”

“Okay. But, I can’t reach it.”

“Walk over to the refrigerator.”

“Oh, of course. You’re so helpful, Carson.” She stood in front of the fridge.

“Open the door to the fridge.”

“Which one, dear?”

“The bigger one.”

She tilted her head from one side to the other, trying to decide how to do this.

“Take hold of the handle on the left and pull the door toward you.”

“Right, yes. Thanks, Carson.” She opened the door, pulling it all the way open as far as it would go.

“That’s far enough, Mother. Do you see the chicken in the fridge?”

She wasn’t looking in the fridge. “No.”

It was only then Carson noticed the letter magnets on the freezer door of the fridge. They read, “You wanted to control women. You’re welcome. Ted.”

* * *

It took a few phone calls to friends of his father to get Aimee out of jail and no charges against her filed. When they got into Ted’s car, he said, “Aimee. I know you want to reunite with Gillian right now. But, we need to fix your head first.”

“Just one more kiss.”

“One, no tongue.”

“Fine.”

They kissed. It was a plain kiss. It lasted a while.

“I’m going to change you now so we can deprogram you.”

“Thank God. Is Carson dead? Did you turn him into a dildo?”

“Oh, god, I’ll tell you what Ted did to Carson and his mother,” Gillian said. “That was beyond Hammurabi.”

“His punishment is in two parts. Part one, he’s experiencing now. He’s compelled to help his helpless mother. His mother will regain her wits once school starts. Part two, will take place at school. You took an awful risk of getting Gillian enslaved.”

“What else could I do? He wouldn’t let us fuck like rabbits.”

“Rabbits?”

“Fair,” Gillian said.

Aimee started transforming.

“No countdown?”

“I’m not in the mood,” he said. “We have to wait for school to start to deprogram Fiona and Bailey. And we haven’t heard back from Lilian at all.”

“What about that older woman?”

“Zoey is only in her late twenties.”

“Right, older.”

“I’ll see her this weekend.”

* * *

Doll lay on the bed staring at the ceiling. Doll was always staring at something. Not moving had that affect on its perceptions. Doll was waiting for Owner to make use of it. It was Doll’s purpose in existence and it loved that existence. When Doll was being used, the pleasure Doll felt was beyond that of any human woman’s pleasure.

Owner said this experience would be different. Doll wasn’t sure what that meant. But, it had to be good for Doll. Doll’s impatience did nothing, much as Doll didn’t do anything. Still, Doll felt it.

After a while, Owner was standing over Doll. He spread Doll’s legs and ran his fingers over Doll’s lower opening. It felt nice. Put it in, Owner, Doll thought. As Doll was about to repeat the thought a soft moan issued from Doll. Doll never spoke. Doll never moaned. Owner’s touch felt even better each time Doll moaned.

Doll was distracted by this new dimension to its pleasure. Doll missed it when Owner mounted Doll. As he entered Doll, Doll’s moan turned into a pleasured coo. Owner pushed himself in and out of Doll. With each stroke, Doll moaned.

Doll loved it. Doll felt like a real person because Doll moaned.

Doll said, “Yes,” as Owner’s stroke increased in speed. Soon, Doll was saying, “Yes,” “Just like that,” “More,” “Don’t stop,” and similar things between moans, coos, and “Ooohhhs.”

As Owner orgasmed, Doll release a cry of pleasure before blissing out.

Doll was staring at the ceiling. Time had passed. Doll wasn’t normally aware of time. But Doll noticed the streak of sunlight against the far wall had jumped forward.

More time passed before Owner picked up Doll and lay it on the bed differently. Owner was erect and he pushed into Doll’s mouth. Doll made different noises now: muffled moans, choking sounds, and humming noise. Doll felt its lips vibrating against Owner’s cock when it made these noises. Owner must be enjoying the added feeling. Doll was so happy it could please Owner even more than before.

Doll never felt so human. Doll always felt like Doll was just along for the ride when Owner used Doll. And as Doll, this was always good enough for Doll. Doll helped Owner. Doll pleased Owner. Doll was happy Owner was happy. And, of course, Doll might bliss.

But, this was different. Doll was doing something. Doll may not control it. But, Owner felt it. Doll was better Doll for these differences. Doll was so happy. Doll wished it could cry.

Owner orgasmed again and Doll continued to moan against Owner’s erection hoping to cause Owner to come again. He did. Doll was overwhelmed and blissed.

* * *

Paris bit her lip as an unexpected orgasm rocked her body. She had be a doll just moments before. She hadn’t been changed back and orgasmed in a while. When she could think clearly, she said, “Moans?”

“Did you enjoy it?” Ted said. “I loved it.”

“After the fiasco with Carson, you thought making your Dolls experience more pleasure was the right next step?”

“Did you enjoy it?”

“Of course, I did. It was mind blowing to be able to react and feel like a participant in sex rather than a receptacle. Gods.”

“I made sure the words the doll says never referred to itself wanting or needing anything. And while I was a bit distracted just now, I don’t think the doll said anything that would imprint on you. Do you feel more like you need to be a doll more so than you usually do?”

“Slightly. But, I generally want to be a doll a lot compared to most people. And you’ve made the experience new again.”

“Yes. I knew you were a flawed test subject. But, knowing the flaws, we can still work with the data points,” Ted said, adopting a mock austere attitude. “And it was way better from my point of view, too.”

“You like having your Doll moan and groan for you?”

“I do.”

“Maybe you should have sex with a woman to see how it compares.”

“Zoey should be here in a day or two. Maybe she’d like to have sex.”

“I’m sure you can find someone to fuck sooner than that.” A loving passionate kiss followed. Soon, both of them we emitting soft moans and words of pleasure felt.

* * *

A few days later, Zoey arrived at the Ionescu family home. A man watched from a car. He sent a text from his phone.

“This woman entered entered the target’s home at 4:42 PM, Saturday.” The text was accompanied by a picture of Zoey. He then deleted the text and the original image file.

POLL - Ted's Dolls Setting

Although this is a poll posting, it is also a "How are things in the TDU?" posting. Things are so-so. I have probably rushed releasing season 4. Season 3's first episode, TD27 came out last September. I know it's only me who obsesses about release timings but what can I do? I also feel like I'm not working on all the other 70-odd stories (specifically 20 or so of them) that have been started but not finished.

I never named the university where TD takes place. It is referred to as RCU.EDU in the emails Mitch and Emily exchanged about app development help. I have no idea what I thought RC stood for. Now, it annoys me because people will just refer to "The University" as if everyone knows which one. Or I have to jump through a bunch of hoops. Similarly, I regret never naming "the city" but the nameless university is more annoying. The name of the university would make a few conversations in the upcoming TD44 flow better.

This also applies to buildings at the university. How many dormitories are there? At least three, I think. Mitch and his friends are definitely not in the dorm where Ted lives since he drove Emily to the dorm when she was first their doll (in TD4). An upcoming episode puts Emily's and Jane's dorm room in the same dormitory where Mary, Candace, and Freddy live. Why are there so many single rooms at this university? Other than Emily's and Jane's room and Mitch's and Toby's room, they're mostly single occupancy rooms.

I suspect the fact that the writing of It Suits Me was contemporary with early Ted's Dolls stories melded the university settings in my mind. ISM's university is Thymes-Fowler University (TFU).

TL;DR What should I do about the nameless university?

RENDER - Heather Goes Off The Trail (Pages 1-4 of 10) (NSFW)

This is our second story told in rendered picture if you count the rendered version of What's That Noise? as a story. I've done this as a wordless story. I have no idea how Patreon will format this so apologies in advance is this is hard to "read".

I'm also thinking I should start branding my renders. (Literally, adding a brand mark.) I forgot to put the titles/page numbers into the images this go around. I might revisit that later.

I'm planning to also post some bonus renders of the various statues seen throughout this story. There are 42 renders in these 10 pages of story. And that doesn't count any of the renders I threw out because they weren't what I was hoping for. Page 2, for example, went through several different layouts before settling on the one seen here.

Lighting is a bit inconsistent. The night setting really worked against a showcase of statues. Imagine that! Also, I changed how I do lighting between the first 7 pages, final renders created October 21 and the last 3 pages where the final renders were yesterday. Frankly, I could probably tweak these things for another year and still not be happy about it.

In any case, enjoy watching the jogger walk into the densely foggy forest because she heard a weird noise. What could go wrong? What could go right?

EDIT: I've added bonus content. Two images with renders of the two statues in pages 3 and 4 with all the trees and stuff.

Ted's Dolls 42: Couples

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.

Rob and Beverly host a Wednesday night poker night for his friends Earl, Burke, and Richard among others. Earl and Rhana used to play role-playing games with Emily and Richard. Whitney and Burke are close friends with Paris and Ted. Rob setup this dinner engagement in part two of Ted's Dolls Interlude 6.

Patricia Ionescu stood at the threshold of her youngest daughter’s bedroom watching her play with some little dolls.

Without turning around, Libby said, “Do you want to play, too, Mommy.”

“Sorry, Libby, I don’t have a lot of time to do so.”

Libby turned to face her mother. “Are you sure? It would be fun. You should ask Cat how much fun it is.”

“I can’t ask her now.”

Libby held up the little doll her sister Cat now was. “No, I suppose not. You can’t ask her friends Melanie, Heidi, or Patrine, or Ted’s girlfriend, Paris, either.”

“See? You don’t need another doll.”

As her mother was about to walk away, Libby said, “If you were a doll I played with, Daddy would get used to it.”

“What was that?”

“You look like you want me to play with doll you. But, you don’t think Daddy would not approve of this if you did it.”

“How did you…?” Patricia quickly shifted the look of surprise to one of endearment. “It has nothing to do with anything your father has said. I told you I don’t have time. I’m just taking a moment to watch you be you.”

Libby looked away and back at Cat. “When do you get your moment to be yourself?”

“What?”

“Okay, Mommy. You’re right. Daddy has never said you can’t play like this.” When she looked back at the doorway, her mother was no longer there. “You just assume he’d be unhappy.”

Ted appeared in the doorway. He was watching his mother shaking her head as she descend the stairs. “Aren’t you observant?”

“Sometimes I wish I weren’t,” his little sister said. She got up and handed the little Paris doll to him.

“I didn’t say she was done playing with you.”

“I know. But, I also know she only does this because it gives her time when she doesn’t have to be Paris.”

“You think Mom should do this to be her true self but that Paris does it so she doesn’t have to be her true self?”

“People have different needs, Ted.”

He squatted down to look Libby in the eye. “I look up to you, Libby. I know it bothers you when people praise you for being smart. But, you are going to be someone people won’t ignore when you’re older.”

“I still need to learn subtlety.”

He laughed. “Yes, you do. I’m glad you’re working on it.”

“I’m actually not. I just turned eight. I can get away with bluntness for a few more years. I don’t want to miss out.”

“You’re also going to be trouble.”

“You would be better off if you also spent some time not being Ted.”

He stood up. He couldn’t get the shock off his face fast enough. “Is it now my turn for your analysis? You know I don’t like being a doll.”

“You haven’t tried it yet.”

“Neither have… You have?”

“I can’t help it if you jump to conclusions.”

“Are you sure you aren’t working on subtlety?”

She looked back at him innocently. “Yes.”

“I’ll start your lessons this summer. If you still need them at that point.”

“I’ll wait for you if I can.” She returned to playing with the dolls of Cat and Cat’s friends.

* * *

“How could you let this happen?” Beverly said to Ted as they sat in Earl’s and Rhana’s living room awaiting dinner. She and Rob were sitting side-by-side in the same chair.

“What kind of accusation is that?” Paris said. She sat on Ted’s lap on the sofa, her body shifted as if to interpose herself between Beverley and Ted.

Four couples were gathered on a mid-January Friday night to have dinner together, hosted by Earl and Rhana. They were discussing the eminent arrival of the fifth invited couple, Richard and Jemma.

“I didn’t let it happen. It happened while I was unaware of the danger,” Ted said. “I had no idea a powerful person would send a mentalist wizard to campus?”

“I’m more concerned about Richard,” Whitney said. “Has he really forgotten Emily?” She sat on the sofa next to Ted. Burke leaned over the back of the sofa behind her.

“That’s my assumption,” Ted replied. “Whatever he says about Emily, just go along with it. Laugh if he makes a joke. I don’t want him thinking we’re on her side if he thinks their break up was a bad one.”

“How else could it have been if he’s already dating someone else?” Burke said.

“He is?” Rhana said. To make room, she sat cross-legged on the floor.

“It had to be bad for Emily since she’s missing,” Paris said. “But, Richard might think almost anything the mentalist implanted in his head.”

“Jemma, his new girlfriend, was probably fucked over by the mentalist just like he was,” Ted said. “He could have had Richard and Emily break up amicably to make sure neither had an emotional event imprint on their minds. Memories that aren’t emotionally anchored are easier to forget. And are therefore also easier to manipulate.”

The awkward silence was broken by Earl, stepping closer as he had been listening from the kitchette area of the open room. “What are you going to do about it?”

“I don’t know. I’ve consulted with a few people my Nana knows in the wizard community. Most of them aren’t interested in doing anything about it.”

“Well, of course,” Rob said, leaning against a wall. “Magic is completely unregulated. If they started bringing people to heel, what happens to them if they cross a line?”

“Cynical, but probably correct, unfortunately” Ted said. “I know I’m known for saying adults are allowed to fuck themselves over. I’m just not tolerant of people with power fucking people over.”

“And that’s why people trust you to turn them into an object with no real guarantee they won’t be stuck like that forever,” Rhana said.

“Thanks.”

“Paris, at the risk of opening another scar, Trish told me your brother is missing,” Beverly said. She sat next to Whitney.

“Yeah,” Paris said. “None of his friends have any idea where he went. He disappeared around Thanksgiving based on when people last saw him.”

“You don’t sound concerned.”

“I am,” Paris said. “I’m just used to feeling concerned when it comes to Randall.”

“He disappears often?”

“Not like this. I wouldn’t be surprised to find out he flew to some unknown island in the south pacific to live among the natives, forgetting to tell someone before going off grid.”

“Dinner in fifteen minutes,” Earl said.

They all got up and moved to the dining table.

“Let’s talk about something more fun,” Rhana said.

“What?”

“We need to find Murat a girlfriend.”

The girls laughed.

“That slipped my mind during finals,” Whitney said.

“He’s a nice guy.”

“Too nice.”

“Did you have anyone in mind?” Earl said.

“No,” Rhana said. “You know I have no friends. But, I’m sure these ladies know lots of women who would date Murat in a heartbeat.”

“She has to be someone we want to hang out with.”

“Or spend time turned into dolls with.”

After an awkward moment, Beverly said, “I actually gave this some thought. Everyone I know is already seeing someone.”

“I’m only just hearing about this,” Paris said. “And I don’t really know Murat. What can you tell me about him?”

“Murat is bad at poker.”

“Only because he is too honest and open with his feelings.”

“He’s also unlucky at love, or so he claims.”

“Not something someone usually humble brags about.”

“He isn’t being humble.”

“He’s being too damned honest.”

“Yeah.”

“We can work with honest,” Paris said. “What else can you tell me?”

“His mother is sick, I think. Or one of his aunts. He sends money home whenever he can.”

“He isn’t here now because he’s spending Winter break with his family.”

“Does his family practice marriage arranging?”

“No idea. Afraid we’re wasting our time?”

“Maybe.”

“I wonder if he would have showed up given everyone else here is part of a couple,” Burke said.

“I doubt that would bother him.”

“Yeah, he handled himself well with us when the guys were dolled.”

“That’s why it’s odd he can’t find a date.”

“Does he try?”

“Is he straight?”

“He use to rub us a lot more when it the good luck dolls were new.”

“I think he didn’t think it was right to fondle someone else’s… doll.”

A knock at the door interrupted the conversation. Rhana got up and answered the door. “Richard, good to see you.” She gave him a hug.

“You, too. And actually able to move.”

“Ha. Yeah, I don’t believe we’ve met,” she said to Jemma.

“I’ve seen you around campus. But, no, we haven’t been introduced. I’m Jemma.”

“Rhana. Please come in.”

The others got up and shook hands or hugged as they felt necessary.

“Sorry we’re late. There was an accident. Clogged up the bypass.”

“You’re just on time,” Earl said. “Dinner is ready.”

They all took their assigned seats, seating cards placed at each place setting staved off some of the chaos. Earl sat the head of the table closest to the kitchenette with Rhana to his left. Whitney and Burke followed to the left. Then Paris with Ted at the other head of the table. Beverly, Rob, Richard, and Jemma were on the other side from Ted to Earl.

“This looks amazing,” Jemma said. “Richard said you want to own your own restaurant someday.”

“I do,” Earl said. “I love to cook for gatherings and friends. It’s usually just the two of us.”

“I loved meals Earl prepared for game night.”

“How did you two meet?” Ted said. “I heard you met just as finals were ending last semester.”

“We did,” Richard said. “I remember being outside my dormitory and for some reason I turned left instead of right and there she was.”

“I was waiting for a friend on that bench just a few yards away from the entrance. Richard turned. I hadn’t really noticed up until he did. His eyes were so bright and inviting. I asked if he needed help.”

“And I said, ‘I’m searching for a bench with the woman of my dreams sitting upon it. Is that you?’”

“Cheeky,” Rhana said with a broad smile that faded as she remembered none of this probably happened.

“I thought it was silly and laughed,” Jemma said. “He sat and we talked for a few hours.”

“Love at first sight?” Whitney said. “That’s so sweet.”

“Isn’t it?” Richard said. “Caught me totally by surprise.”

“And then he gave me this just a few days later,” Jemma said, lifting a heart shaped gold pendant from above her sternum.

The pendant drew Ted’s attention immediately. There was magic in it. “When did you find the time to buy her a present so fast?”

“I have my ways.”

* * *

After showering Earl with praise over the meal, the group drifted from the table back to the living room area. Rhana, Whitney, and Beverly cleared the table and put the dishes into the sink. They didn’t actually clean them during the party.

“You aren’t going to help?” Ted said to Paris.

“You know I’m a disaster in the kitchen.”

“I know you claim to be a rich princess to avoid doing mundane things.”

“My lack of domestic skills is legendary. Ted’s mother stopped asking me to help her in the kitchen.”

“What I love about you, Paris,” Burke said, “is you don’t shy away from your upbringing and still manage not to be considered stuck up.”

“I have tried to convince Whitney to pretend to be above it more. She remains annoyingly grounded.”

“I heard that.”

“I wanted you to hear it.”

“Is this normal?” Jemma said.

“Ribbing Paris for being a spoiled rich girl?” Earl said. “No clue. But I’m enjoying the show.”

“Paris will ultimately win this discussion,” Ted said. “Because she knows who she is and she owns it.”

Paris nodded. “I knew I kept you around for a reason.” She gave Ted a slow kiss.

“I’m not sure which of them keeps the other around more.”

“Ted does sometimes just leave her lying around.”

“More proof of me owning it,” she said.

Ted nodded.

“Oh, you mean like a doll,” Jemma said. “I’ve never done that. Or I guess had it done to me.”

“Nothing wrong with that,” Ted said.

“There’s lots wrong with that,” Rhana said. “Surly, Richard would enjoy having you as his doll.”

“No, I think I’m done with dolls,” he said.

“What if I wanted to?”

“I’d rather not have this conversation now.”

“That’s okay. I don’t want to,” Jemma said. She looked at Ted. “Is your family wealthy, too?”

“Not exactly. We’re at the top of the middle class spectrum, I believe.”

“Your mother doesn’t work,” Paris said. “That’s rare.”

“No, she doesn’t. Coming home to a mother is a rare commodity for kids these days.”

“You’re staying with Ted over the break?” Rob said.

“Yes. My parents were never home after school for me. They still spend more time abroad than with me. It’s one of the reasons I adore his mother, even if she is too domestic.”

“I hope this comes out right, but I love how you skirt the edge of snobbery,” Beverly said.

“Being a snob is easy. It’s just believing nothing is good enough for you. Being so good that stuff isn’t good enough is much harder.”

“Libby says that’s why you like being changed so much.”

“Who’s Libby?” Jemma said. Several others wondered as well.

“His seven years old sister.”

“She’ll be eight next weekend,” he said.

“She’s a prodigy but I don’t think she’s been told that,” Paris said.

“She knows she’s smarter than most people. She might not know there’s a word for it though.”

“What was this nugget of wisdom from Libby?” Whitney said.

“Originally, she asked me why I like being a doll and I told her it great to relax as a doll. But, a few days later, we were talking and she says ‘I don’t think you become a doll just to relax.’

“And I said, ‘I certainly do.’

“’That’s just what you tell people. You really spend time as a doll because it’s the only time you don’t have to be Paris.’

“I was gobsmacked. It was unreal that she reached that conclusion. She had been given a plausible reason but she somehow knew there was more to learn. To her point, it takes a lot of energy to seem to casually ‘skirt the edge of snobbery’ as Beverly put it. Only as a doll do I get to turn off.”

“Does this mean you’re just using Ted?” Earl joked.

“He also uses me.”

“Was that a double entendre?” Jemma said.

“Undoubtedly,” Beverly said.

Paris merely smiled.

“You aren’t relaxed here with us?” Rhana said.

“I am. And I’m not. I feel the pull of perfection less in a gathering of friends such as this. But, there’s always a part of me in the background making sure I’m living up to myself,” her voice switched to a radio announcer kind of voice, “I’m Paris, President of Eta Delta Tau, overachiever extraordinaire.” She laughed. “That just vanishes as a doll. Only Ted has seen me when I’m the raw me.”

“And I’ve only seen that once.”

“You reacted completely as a gentleman. And that’s why we are together.” They kissed.

“Aww.”

The conversation drifted. The next time there was a pause, Ted said, “I should let you all know. I’m shutting down the doll business this spring.”

“People will riot,” Burke said.

“I feel I have to. I can’t in good conscience be turning people into dolls while two people who were turned into dolls are still missing.”

“That’s fair,” Rhana said. “Well, getting kidnapped is unfair. You know what I mean.”

“You really know how to put your foot in your mouth,” Richard said. He looked at Jemma with a bit of worry. “It’s too bad I won’t be able to play D&D with you guys this semester.”

“Why not?” Rhana said. Earl jabbed her gently in the side. “Oh.”

“You play D&D?” Jemma said.

“They do,” Richard said. “They introduced me to it but I don’t think I want to continue.”

“Oh. I love D&D. We should play together, Richie.”

“Um, sure. We’ll discuss it at home.”

* * *

“How long did you end up changing Rhana and Beverly for?” Paris said in the car ride back to his home.

“Two weeks for Rhana. She’ll restore automatically the day before classes resume for the spring semester.”

“Really? Does she have it worse than me?”

“She loves it a bit more than you, I suppose. She rivals only one other person I’ve met.”

“Who?”

“I’ll tell you the story once we hit the highway.”

“I’m lucky I’m using you.”

“Rob put his foot down when Beverly said ‘Me, too,’” he said.

“She loves it that much?”

“No, she was just saying it to get a rise out of Rob. And I think he knows that too.”

“She’ll only be a doll for a couple days.”

“And me?”

“You’re going to let me listen to some tunes for our three hour ride while I tell you about an old girlfriend.”

“The one who has it worse than me.”

“The same.”

“So, hit me and get started.”

“As you wish. 3… 2… 1…”

An expert at posing just before the magic took hold, Paris spent the rest of the car ride staring at Ted’s profile with a coquettish pose and sly smile. He found it a bit hard not to be drawn into looking back into her glassy eyes.

* * *

Richard and Jemma were in his car, driving back to his parent’s house.

“I like your friends,” Jemma said.

“That’s great,” Richard said.

“I really want to play D&D. Do you want to talk about it?”

“No. In fact, we won’t discuss D&D ever again.”

Jemma’s eyes blinked a few times. The pendant on the necklace she wore glowed briefly and winked out. She wasn’t sure what they had been talking about.

“I like your friends,” Jemma said.

“That’s great,” Richard said. “It’s too bad we rarely get to see them.”

“Yeah.”

Ted's Dolls 41: Stockton Perry

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.

Stockton Perry first appeared in Ted’s Dolls 25: Jane 3. He is a billionaire venture capitalist who had Jane kidnapped by his mental-magic-wielding henchman, Mr. M.

The woman’s face was covered in tears, saliva, and other bodily fluids. She gasped desperately for air before the man’s cock was rammed back down her throat. Despite her situation, the man’s attitude was one of annoyance that he had to let her breathe occasionally. The manner in which he pulled out and pushed back in was practiced, expert-like if such expertise existed.

The door to his office opened and his assistant entered. “What are you doing here, Silvia?” He bellowed.

“There’s a phone call I believe you’ll want to take despite how busy you are: Leslie Pauluva.”

His face contorted and cum flooded the mouth and throat of the woman under his desk. Some of it escaped her lips but she could do nothing to stop it. He pulled his dick out and tapped it against her face until he released another stream of cum. The woman didn’t flinch as this happened.

“Should I remove the girl?” Silvia said.

“Yes. She’s a keeper. Give Mr. M a bonus for finding her. She does need cleaning up. Bring her back after the call.” He stood up, his wet, softening dick swinging in the breeze. “Line 3?”

“Line 3.” Silvia came around his desk and pulled the woman out by her shoulders. The padded board she was kneeling on slid forward. Silvia flipped a switch on the board releasing her legs from the clamps holding her down. The woman attempted to stand. Silvia did not release the cuffs locking her arms behind her back as she led the wobbling woman to the bathroom attached to the office.

“Mr. Pauluva, I wasn’t expecting your call. Has your thirty million dollar retainer brought you to my ear?” Perry said as he zipped up and sat down.

“Mr. Perry, I’ve called to warn you. You have stuck your dick a hornet’s nest with one of your latest acquisitions.”

“You’ll need to be more specific. I acquire a lot of things quite frequently. Are you referring to my buyout of all of France’s television broadcasters? The island in Japan? The daughter of Shiek Faraad Sahamin?”

“None of those things. I’m referring to the mannequin girl.”

“I don’t talk about the mannequin girl. What a fiasco!”

“Fiasco? What you didn’t like the final pose? A mannequin in the fetal position is rather avant garde.”

“We’ve been unable to get the witch to fix the pose.”

“There’s a whole lot more wrong with the mannequin girl than her pose.”

“That was like a month ago? Why are you only calling me now?”

“You didn’t tell me about her ahead of time like you usually do. It was six weeks ago. The tangle didn’t show up in my readings until a week ago and it took me another week to untangle it sufficiently to figure out where it started. As usual, your Mr. M was the catalyst but I assume he was working under your orders.”

“You are always complaining about my best underling.”

“You don’t need a mentalist to get your dick wet. You don’t need him at all.”

“She’s just a piece of ass. How can she possibly be significant?”

“She wouldn’t be significant if you had just wined and dined her like a normal billionaire asshole. She would have fallen for your charms in about two weeks and would have begged to be a mannequin for your collection. You would have paid the Ionescu scion $15,000 for a mannequin transformation and she’d be yours forever. Instead, you decided to take her. Her fate is now entwined with a few different magic families. Release her and her friend at once or the consequences for you will be devastating.”

“I will not be lectured to by you about my methods.”

Laughter pealed from the speakerphone. “No, Mr. Perry,” Leslie’s voice dripped with sarcasm as he said Stockton’s name. “My contract has a clause in it that specifically allows me to talk to you like you’re four years old just for this conversation we’re having here. I don’t need you. There are a thousand other billionaires who would retain me in a heartbeat. You fucked up. You get lectured to. You would do the same thing to your people.”

“I’m not one of your people.”

“No. I’d have had you permanently taken care of if you were one of my people. Do we understand one another?”

“I have never known you to be so hyperbolic.”

“You’ve never swam in so much shit before. And you don’t even know you’re drowning.”

“What families are you talking about? I know the Ionescu kid probably cares about his friends. Who else?”

“That’s not important. You will do as I said or we will amicably terminate our contract. You have until Friday.”

The line went dead.

Silvia was listening to the call on the intercom in the bathroom adjacent to his office. Perry had installed it so he could leave people alone to discuss things while he was in the bathroom. Silvia used it often in order to manage his expectations.

She looked at the woman in the shower who couldn’t hear her. “I’m so sorry for you.” She held up a towel as the woman stepped out of the shower stall. Once she was dry, the woman put the cuffs back on her wrists behind her back. Silvia locked them in place before leading her back to the thinly padded board under Stockton’s desk.

* * *

Doll opened its eyes. There was an antiseptic smell in the air. A thin track on the ceiling held curtains that could be run around whatever bed Doll was on. Doll was in a medical facility of some sort. Doll turned her head and there was pain as Doll’s skin rubbed against the smooth pillow it was on. Doll could see an intravenous bag hanging above her. It probably went into Doll’s arm. Doll didn’t want to look.

Doll was human. Doll was Doll. Doll knew being Doll was just a prison Mr. M had created in Doll’s mind. Doll was someone. Doll held on to that belief like a lifeline.

Doll opened its eyes. Shadows on the ceiling indicated hours had passed. No one had noticed Doll was sometimes aware. This time Doll was able to turn Doll’s head with only mild discomfort. A door to the room Doll was in was closed to Doll’s left. Doll attempted to lift Doll’s arm. Doll was strapped to the bed. Doll expected this.

“Nurse?” Doll said. Doll’s voice was raspy and ineffective. Doll could not produce a louder sound.

Doll opened its eyes. Sunlight from a window on Doll’s right indicated it was probably sunrise. Someone moved about the room. “Nurse?”

“Oh, you’re awake. You gave Mr. Perry such a scare, young lady. How’s you’re head?”

“Water.”

“Oh, of course.” Something cold pressed against Doll’s lips. “It’s an ice chip. Suck on that for now. When you can sit up, we’ll try normal water.”

The ice chip was heavenly.

“Now, I’m told you had a severe concussion with memory loss and some motor skill problems that caused you to lapse into a coma. Do you know your name?”

“Doll.”

“Doll? That’s what is says on your chart. Very good. Do you know where you are?”

“Hospital?”

“This is actually a long term care hospice. But hospital is a great answer. Do you know what year it is?”

“December 2023 or maybe early 2024.”

“Oh dear. It’s 2026, Doll. August third.”

“What?”

“Don’t panic. Here’s another ice chip. Let me get the doctor. She’ll be so glad you’ve awakened. She’ll answer your medical questions.”

Doll sucked on the ice chip. The doctor didn’t arrive for another hour.

“Hello, Doll. I’m Dr. Gawande. It is so good to see you awake. Your brain scans started looking much better last week. I had a feeling you’d come back to us in no time. Nurse Yokohara says you got the year of your injury correct. It’s natural you wouldn’t be aware of the span of time spent in a coma. Any pain?”

“Some when Doll turns Doll’s head.”

“That’s probably bed stiffness. Let me check your extremities.” She put her hand around Doll’s hand and squeezed it. “Can you feel that?”

“Yes.” Doll could also feel Doll’s other hand. But, there was no sensation in Doll’s feet.

“This isn’t unusual in coma patients. We’ll try that again tomorrow. I’m going to have Nurse Yokohara sit you up and see if you can eat some gelatin. Real food will help immensely with your recovery. You’ll see.”

“Where’s Jane?”

“Who?”

“My friend Jane. She was kidnapped.”

“Miss Panabaker isn’t here. But she’s fine. You don’t have to worry about her. We’ll have someone call her and see if she can make the time to get here. She’s a very busy woman these days.”

Doll relaxed. Jane got away.

* * *

Mr. M half listened to Mr. Perry ranting. Part of his mind was enjoying the show taking place in his doll’s head.

“What are you smiling about?” Stockton snapped, pulling Mr. M out his toy’s mind.

“Nothing.”

“Are you tormenting my transmuter again? I told you I want her to work for me. Not to be your horror toy.”

“She still hasn’t broken, sir.”

Perry’s hand smashed across Mr. M’s face. “Broken. Are you a fucking moron? What good is a broken wizard?

Mr. M smiled broadly. He put his finger in the blood leaving his nose and sucked it off his finger. “Not even I can convince her that working for you would be a good idea. Not after everything else that’s happened. If I don’t break her, she will find you eventually and kill you. Or worse.”

“And all of that is your fault according Pauluva.”

“What did Less-lee tell you to do now? Sometimes I wonder why I work for you and not him.”

“You know for a fact he would never hire you.”

“True. What did he say?”

“He said there’s a few wizard families tied to the mannequin girl.”

“And did he also tell you you should have just showered the Panabaker girl with charm and gifts and you wouldn’t have needed me to do anything at all? Like I told you?”

“So, you agree with Pauluva.”

“Sadly, yes. Regardless of the pleasure I take delivering whipped pussy to an already powerful man, you rely on me far too much. I am a very large wrecking ball that you smash into powerless women when the change in your couch would suffice to get you plenty of pussy. You’re either the most insecure billionaire ever or you’re fucking lazy. Perhaps both... Sir.”

“I don’t recall you complaining about making those desk girls for me.”

“Why would I complain? I enjoying fucking brains as much as you enjoy getting head from mindless girls. But even there, I’m sure money and charm could get you the same results. Yes, that would take effort on your part. I know.”

“I don’t like your attitude.”

Mr. M looked at Stockton and then laughed. “Aw, did Leslie yell at poor Mr. Perry? Did he make you sad? You think shit runs downhill? I am not downhill. Take it out on your desk toy. I bite.” He got up. “I’m leaving. Figure out how you want to handle those wizards families and let me know what you want to do. But frankly, Leslie is right. If you end this now, you might get away unscathed. The whore is sufficiently pliant right now that if she and the mannequin find themselves safe from you, I can probably make her believe revenge would ruin their escape. That’s probably the best outcome.”

“What about my collection?”

“Your secret collection only you, me, and a handful of others know about? The one with the star of the attraction locked in the fetal position and made of plastic? That collection? A cleanup team will make it as though you never had a mannequin display in that room. And if necessary, I can make you forget.”

“You aren’t allowed in my head.”

“No, of course not. More’s the pity.”

Mr. M left. He already knew Perry wouldn’t back down. Didn’t even need to read his mind to know that. If there were other wizards in addition to the Ionescu kid, he did not like being put in danger. He knew he had to protect himself first.

Stockton watched Mr. M leave. It looked like he would need to deploy plan B against the Ionescu child. He opened a drawer and selected a burner cellphone. He dialed the only number in its contact list.

“Hello?” A man answered.

“Randall, my friend, how goes the filming?”

* * *

Mr. M stopped at Silvia’s desk and said nothing.

“Sir? Can I help you?” She said.

“I can’t find her.”

“Who?”

“Did I say that out loud?” He said to Stockton’s assistant.

“Yes, you said, ‘I can’t find her.’”

“You can forget that.”

“I can forget that.”

“If Mr. Perry is looking for me, I’ll be off grid at the storage site.”

“I’ll tell him.”

“Tell him only if he asks.”

“I’ll tell him only if he asks.”

A moment later, Silvia found herself staring off into the empty space between her desk and Mr. Perry’s door. She wasn’t sure why.

* * *

Doll woke up. Doll’s back hurt. Doll was on a cement floor, its legs curled up under it. It was pitch black. Doll tried to straighten its legs but there was a wall inches from its bottom. Doll reached out and could easily touch the wall to either side. Doll reached up and touched the ceiling. All the surfaces were cement. The box Doll was confined within was probably less than four feet long and only two feet high and wide. There was a thin seam at the top of the box. Doll was in some sort of sarcophagus.

Doll had a plan. Doll would transform itself into a form that was immune to evil man’s mind control. It should be possible because anything was possible. The form would also help Doll recover instead of draining Doll’s power.

Earl would approve. Earl was not Doll. Doll couldn’t remember who Earl was. But Earl was important to Doll. Earl and… someone. Doll tried to remember why.

Discomfort made that hard. Doll knew the solution to its trouble. But was it safe for Doll to cast a spell? Doll didn’t believe it was 2026. The hospice had been a lie. Another taunting of Doll.

Doll cast a spell similar to a spell Doll had heard Ted cast. A few minutes later, Doll could easily imagine how it looked. The figurine of a dragon perched atop a pile of gold coins, jewels, and other treasures looked small in the vast cavern that was its domain. And when a dragon had more room than its horde filled, it needed to grow its horde. Dragons lived a long time and their thirst for revenge was as unquenchable as the fires they breathed.

Earl would approve.

Mannequin Disk Demonstration

So, I've made an animation. It's about 8 seconds. Due to mistakes, it took about 18 hours to create 559 renders of which 298 were processed in GIMP to create 129 frames of video. (Only because Daz can't animate textures and turning a character into a mannequin is a texture thing.) This is frame 98. I meant for this to be 24 fps but it runs too fast. I made the camera and the disk animation move too fast. So I cut it back to 15 fps. I have set the video to mature content so you will have to click through to YouTube to watch the video.

RENDER: A Knife To Remember

I don't do Halloween spooky. But horror can be "fun".

RENDER: Kaiju Woman

I guess being that much closer to the sun makes her hot. I don't do size transformations usually so my first jump into it I went a little overboard. :) I suppose she's lucky the clothes grew, too. Although she seems a bit distracted. Where is her hanger?

MANIP - House Sitting

Transcript

We were house sitting our neighbor's apartment.

My wife asked me to go check on their apartment before I came home.

As I passed by the doorway to their deck, I saw something in our window across the way. She was perched there looking at our neighbor's deck. She had turned herself into a mannequin using the spell she'd recently discovered. I snapped a photo with my cell phone.

This kind of thing was happening more and more frequently. Especially when I would take photos of her as a mannequin. In fact, I think the photos were encouraging her to find new and more interesting places to pose and be inanimate.

Not that I'm complaining. That spell is the best "marital aid" we've ever used. I have to admit, it doesn't just make her stiff.

Ted's Dolls 40: Carson’s Harem

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.

Carson was introduced in Ted’s Dolls 35 and last appeared TD39.

“Lilian? Lilian?” Her mother called. She opened her daughter’s bedroom door.

Lilian was seated ramrod upright at her desk reading from her monitor. She had a notepad on her lap that she wrote on occasionally.

Her mother watched for at least five minutes before clearing her through.

Lilian continued working.

“Lilian,” she said more forcefully. “Lilian Margaret Murphy! Look at me this instant.”

Lilian turned in shock. “I didn’t hear you come in.”

“I’ve been standing her for fifteen minutes.”

“Sorry. I have to study. I have to do well in school.”

“Is that why you’ve been locked in your room since coming home. You only showed up to Christmas dinner for twenty minutes before disappearing into your room again.”

“I have to study. Certainly you want me to do well.”

“Dear, the semester is over. What are you studying anyway?”

“I took… I took an independent study for Winter break.”

“You’re acting like you took two of them.”

“Well, I took three actually.”

“What?”

“I have to do well in school. I can handle it. I’m almost done with the first one. And there’s still five more weeks till Spring. I should be able to get another study then too according to Dr. Tiddle. Although she hasn’t returned my DMs.”

“Are you out of your mind? It’s called Winter break because you are supposed to take a break. Relax. Unwind before the next semester where you throw yourself into the academic grindstone.”

“I have to study. How will I ever get my doctorate if I don’t develop good habits now.”

“You don’t have a bachelor’s degree yet. And your were valedictorian of your high school class. You have extremely excellent study habits already.”

“I have to do well in school. I…”

“Why are you repeating yourself?”

“I ha.. I’m not.”

“Samantha called to see if you’re going to the New Year’s Eve party with her. She said you never answer the phone or respond to texts or anything.”

“I’ve been busy. I have to study.”

“You were thick as thieves with her over Thanksgiving weekend. You probably spent more time with her than us. Are you okay?”

“I ha... am fine. Now, I was in the zone when you interrupted.”

“Well, it wouldn’t kill you to get up, stretch your legs. Maybe eat something. I have seen you eat any meal but dinner this week.”

“I eat. Can’t study without food. Fine. I need to use the bathroom any way.”

She walked past her mother who spotted her phone sitting on the desk. She tapped the face and saw there were a bunch of unanswered emails, texts, and voice mails.

* * *

Aimee lay on her bed lazily masturbating as she read posts on her phone. A text arrived.

Carson: «What are you wearing?»

It was Master!

Aimee: «I’m wet.»

Carson: «That’s not what I asked. Bad girl.»

Aimee: «I’m a very naughty girl.» She snapped a close up pic of her wet fingers and engorged clitoris.

Carson: «How did this happen?»

Aimee: «I was thinking about you. And then I touched myself.»

Carson: «And you were already naked.»

Aimee: «You said I couldn’t go to bed with anything more than lingerie. I’m wearing lace stockings and a matching bra. Is that okay?» She took another pic and sent it.

Carson: «That’s okay. Red and Green? The holidays ended a couple weeks ago.»

Aimee: «It’s all I have. Should I buy more lingerie?»

Carson: «It’s your job to please me. What do you think?»

Aimee: «I know what to do.»

Carson: «Why does it take so long for you to respond?» After waiting a couple minutes, he sent, «Are you typing one handed?»

Aimee: «Yes.»

Her masturbating could no longer be considered lazy.

Carson: «Stop.»

Aimee: «No, please.» She stopped.

Carson: «Did I say you could masturbate?»

Aimee: «No. Please let me cum. I’m thinking of you.»

Carson: «That’s not the deal, Aimee.»

Aimee: «Please. Gillian is getting suspicious that I’m faking it with her.» She pushed a third finger into her vagina. It didn’t help.

Carson: «I’ve allotted you one orgasm a day with Gillian. How often do you two fuck?»

Aimee: «At least three times a day.»

Carson: «We can solve this by bringing Gillian into the harem.»

Aimee: «That’s not fair. Bailey gets to have a boytoy. Why can’t I have a girltoy?»

Carson: «Bailey doesn’t fuck her toy three times a week. Let alone per day.»

Aimee: «Fuck. Gillian’s home early. Let me cum. I’m soaked. She won’t understand if she sees me like this and can’t get me off in under a minute.»

Carson: «Gillian can make you cum. Five minutes from now.»

Aimee: «Oh, god. Oh, god. Okay. Thank you, Master. Gotta go.»

Carson: «Call me tomorrow.»

Carson: «One last thing. Have you heard from Lilian?»

Carson: «Aimee?»

* * *

Fiona was at her mother’s house. She was bored. Carson had told her to avoid drawing attention herself, to avoid contacting him, and to avoid her friends. She wasn’t sure he understood how all of that would attract attention. But, he was the Master so who was she to gainsay him. She hoped someone would figure out something was wrong. He had never told her she had to prevent people from figuring it out: only that she couldn’t tell someone about his control.

She sent a text to Penelope.

FionAimee: «What going on?»

Penelope: «You aren’t supposed to contact Carson.»

Fiona: «I didn’t. I contacted you.

Fiona: «Although, I have no idea why you get spend Winter break with him but none of the rest of us do.»

Penelope: «You’re lucky. You don’t have to deal with his mother.»

Fiona: «Oh?»

Penelope: «If he wasn’t mind fucking us, I’d pity him for having grown up with her.»

Fiona: «That bad?»

Penelope: «Yes. Even if you could come here, if she decided not to like you, she would give Carson hell.»

Fiona: «I kind of wish I could show up, now.»

Penelope: «LOL»

Fiona: «Have you heard from Lilian?»

Penelope: «No. Carson is worried.»

Fiona: «She lives nowhere near me so I can’t help find her.»

* * *

Although she was part of Carson’s harem, he allowed Bailey to mess with Jason’s head. Jason was eating her out right now. He had been improving, she had to admit. But, she wasn’t allowed to cum. Even if she were, she could handle that better herself than Jason could. Denying Jason her orgasms was supposed to be how she wrapped him up tight. If she really couldn’t cum, it just wasn’t as fun.

“I’m tired, Bailey.”

“Just stop.”

“I’m sorry. I’ve been watching videos.” He went to the bathroom and washed his face. “I was sure that last video had explained what to do. Are you sure you don’t have problems with orgasms?”

“What?”

“I mean, like, a medical condition. It wouldn’t be your fault. Can’t blame an armless man for failing to play patty cake.”

“What a weird analogy.” She laughed. “I orgasm just fine, thank you.”

“Maybe if you showed me what to do, I would get you off.”

“I’m not going to demonstrate how to pleasure me. What kind of guy are you?”

“One who wants to see his girlfriend get off. Would it be better if I didn’t give a fuck about you feeling good?” He released a harsh breath of air in frustration. “I’m going for a walk.”

She didn’t get to think about that long.

Penelope: «Hey, Bailey. Master wants to know if you’ve heard from Lilian.»

Bailey: «No. I have my own problems.»

Penelope: «Jason?»

Bailey: «Yeah, he’s actually getting good at getting me off. But I can’t get off. It sucks. I’m sure you get to have sex with Master all the time.»

Penelope: «Yeah, it’s... sex.»

* * *

“Ted? There’s two women here to see you,” his mother called up the stairs.

Paris and Ted entered the living room to find Aimee and Gillian talking to Patricia.

“These lovely ladies are part of your clientele?” his mother said with a smile. She got up to leave. “Nice meeting you girls.”

Paris laughed.

Ted managed to blush only a bit. “Yes. What are you two doing here?”

“I think you know,” Gillian said.

“Did you give them the address?” He said to Paris.

“Moi? Yes.”

“I’m sure you don’t want us here. If you just turn Gillian into a doll, we can get out of your hair immediately.”

“Just Gillian?”

“Yes, just me. And so we don’t have to come back, have me change back on my own in a few days. My parents won’t miss me if I’m myself by Friday.”

“I should charge extra.”

“No holiday discount?”

“Christmas was a month ago. We’ll be back at school in two weeks. You couldn’t wait.”

“Aimee insisted. And as soon as she put the thought in my head, well, you know me.”

“Yes, fine. If you drove, it’s probably easier to do it in the car so you don’t have to wait for the transformation to finish before bending her into a sitting shape.”

“Okay. We’ll go out to the car.”

“I’ll be right there,” Ted said. After they exited, he said to Paris, “Someone’s been naughty.”

“I just gave them an address.”

“And made sure we were upstairs so Mom would answer the door.”

“Put the cuffs on me. I’m guilty.”

“I don’t need cuffs.”

“Fine. I’ll go upstairs and put on something fun to wear when you doll me.”

“I’m so easy.”

“You are.”

* * *

The door to the house opened. “Yes?” Said an older adult woman.

“Hi, are you Carson’s mother? I’m Aimee.”

His mother looked Aimee over and, by the sour look on her face, found her wanting.

“He’s not interested,” she said, starting to close the door.

“What? I’m his girlfriend.”

“Penelope is his girlfriend. I’ve never heard about anyone named Aimee. Penny is a dear, more beautiful than you, and doesn’t dress like a hooker. I’m not interested in any nonsensical relationship drama. Talk to Carson in February at the school. Good day.” The door slammed.

Aimee stood there for a hot second before pulling out her phone and texting Carson: «Get your ass out here. Your mother just slammed the door in my face.»

«You can’t talk to me like that.»

«Fuck I can’t. Now get out here before I start throwing rocks at your bedroom window.»

«Go home. That’s an order.»

«Not until you’ve told your mother I’m your girlfriend.»

«Go sit in your car and fuck yourself. You will orgasm a hundred times before you contact me again.»

She wanted to type another message. But, unlike the other commands he’d given her, she wanted to obey this one. She stormed back to her car and immediately put her hands in her pants.

* * *

Doll, which was usually named Gillian, sat next to Renter in the front seat of the car parked in front a rather large house. Doll was not aware Renter was masturbating without Doll. Doll was not aware Renter was angry. Renter said nothing to Doll. Doll didn’t hear Renter counting very slowly. Renter was up to eleven and it was getting dark. Doll held a sheet of paper that Doll had been reading top to bottom and then starting again at the top since Doll first got in the car.

* * *

“Is she still parked outside?” Penelope said.

“Not so loud,” Carson said, glancing out the window. “I don’t want Mother calling the police.”

“You need to stand up to your mother someday.”

“Perhaps. But someday is not today.”

“She really ignored your command?”

“She did. I suppose anger overrode the control.”

“You will need to make it up to her at some point. She’s going to rub herself raw if she’s been at it all this time.”

Red and blue lights flickered through the window from outside.

“Fuck.” Carson looked outside. A police cruiser was sitting behind Aimee’s car. Before he could think of something to do. A knock sounded on his bedroom door. “Fuck,” he whispered before saying, “Come in.”

“Where did you find that tramp?” His mother said as she entered. “Mrs. Rhodes next door called to ask if I knew about the car parked in front of her house two people had been sitting in all afternoon.”

“Did you call the cops on my friend?”

“Of course. If she isn’t doing anything wrong, they’ll just ask her to move along.”

Shouting could be heard from the street. And Aimee was being pulled from the car and handcuffed when he looked outside.

“Where are her pants? Why would you say she’s your friend? I knew I was right about her.”

“Get out of my way, mother.” Carson left his room.

“Don’t you dare go out there.”

“Get. Out. Of. My. Way. Mother.” He stormed out.

“Are you going to put up with this?” She said to Penelope.

“She’s my friend, too.”

His mother rolled her eyes and left the room.

Aimee was already in the back of the police car when Carson approached the officer. “Where is she going?”

“Headquarters. She’s under arrest.”

“Okay. I’m going to follow you there. Are you going to impound the car?”

“I was going to.”

“Please don’t. I’ll move it into the driveway.”

“See that you do.” The officer reached into his front pocket and tossed a set of keys to Carson. "If I come back and it’s still here, it’s getting towed.”

“Thanks, Officer…?”

“Brody. Are you sure you want to get mixed up in whatever’s up with her? I suspect she’s high.”

“I doubt that. Thanks, Officer Brody.”

Carson got in the car and looked at the doll sitting in the front seat. “Nice to meet you, Gillian.”

Doll wondered where Renter was.

Doll wondered where that paper was.

Doll did not answer.

* * *

Penelope opened up the texting app to a phone number not found in her contact list.

Penelope: «One of Carson’s harem was arrested.»

A few moments later, she received a reply, «And?»

Penelope: «He had commanded her not to stop masturbating until she had one hundred orgasms. She was doing it in her car right in front of Carson’s house.»

Mr. M: «Good work.»

Penelope: «Can I go home now?»

M: «Don’t you love Carson?»

Penelope: «You took that away. But left him in command of me.»

M: «That does sound like something I would do. Are you registering a complaint about your status?»

Penelope: «No. No. Not at all. I’m smiling.»

M: «Very good, Miss France. I’d hate to have to drive all the way out there to tune-up your slavish devotion to Mr. O’Neil. You fuck him any way he asks now, right?»

Penelope: «I didn’t complain, Mr. M. My smile will only get bigger when he returns with his other slut.»

M: «I’ll take you at your word. Eat Miss Lee out any time you are with her as that command she received was even too extreme for me.»

Penelope: «I’ll gladly do as you say.»

M: «Good. Keep me informed.»

Penelope: «Will do.»

She deleted the conversation from her phone without being reminded to.

* * *

A few hours later a crumbled piece of paper rolled into a sewer grating. There was a handwritten list of phrases scrawled on the paper:

“Read this from top to bottom. When you finish, read it again.

“Aside from this paper, Dolls are forbidden from reading words they see.

“For Dolls, written text does not exist.

“Dolls cannot see written words except when looking at this paper.

“Pretend to like Carson and get away from him as soon as you can.

“Call Ted and tell him Aimee, Bailey, Fiona, and others are being controlled by Carson.

“Tell Ted that written instructions can affect other Dolls and he must do something about it.

“Should any Doll see a written word other than the words on this paper, Doll will forget seeing it and the words will have no affect on Doll’s mind.

“Return to the top of this list and read it again.”

Cat’s Dolls: A Ted’s Doll Bonus Story

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.

Cat is Ted’s younger sister, only by a year. She loves turning herself into a doll but has been told she needs to practice her craft more. This story takes place mostly over Winter break.

“Can you do that to me?” Melanie said.

“Are you sure?” Cat said.

“Sure. You did it to yourself at the Halloween party a few weeks ago. It was cool how you were just plastic the whole time.”

“Cool?” Patrine said.

“It’s boring, Mel,” Heidi said.

“It is,” Patrine said.

“You both have done it?”

“Yeah, I’m surprised Cat hasn’t asked you to be her practice dummy.”

“Practice doll! And I can’t help it if I need volunteers to practice my magic.”

“It wouldn’t be so bad if someone were doing something with us,” Patrine said.

“Or to us,” Heidi said.

“Doing what?” Mel said.

“Merigold told me your brother would turn folks into…,” Patrine’s voice dropped to a whisper, “Sex dolls.”

“No way?” Heidi said.

“Did he?” Melanie said.

Cat nodded almost imperceptibly.

“OH EM GEE!”

People at the school cafeteria tables surrounding the ladies were staring after Melanie’s outburst.

“Why didn’t you do that to us?” Heidi said.

“I… did,” Cat said. “But, I didn’t think you’d appreciate if I played with you.”

“Carl Sanders could do me.”

The other girls just stared at Patrine.

“If he were there,” she continued.

“You want to be a doll offered to Carl for… use?”

“Now that would be so cool.”

“Your brother does this? To who?”

“Whom?”

“Don’t correct my grammar needlessly.”

“The women he goes to college with. He charges money to whomever is renting the doll.”

“He’s a pimp?” Heidi said.

“As he says, doll aren’t people. No people, no prostitutes.”

“We should do this,” Melanie said.

“Do what?”

“Have a doll party. Invite some guys.”

“You dirty girl,” Patrine said.

“You can’t wait,” Heidi said.

“Didn’t say I wasn’t a dirty girl.”

“Whoa, you’re asking me to turn you into dolls so guys can….”

“Fuck us,” Patrine said.

“Fuck us,” Heidi said and nodded vehemently.

“I’m down,” Melanie said.

“Of course.”

“Why would this be a bad idea?” Patrine said.

“We’re all eighteen.”

“Okay, okay. My Mom would…” Cat started and stopped. “No, she hasn’t said anything to Ted about it. Dad is probably bothered by the idea far more than Mom is.”

“This weekend. We can probably get more women to join us as dolls.”

“Where?”

“Once we tell Stewart, he’ll offer his house, I’m sure. There are parties there every other weekend.”

“Slow down, girls,” Cat said. “I can’t do it this weekend. There’s no way I can cast the spell for all four of us in less than an hour’s time. I need to build up more stamina and that means I need more practice. And you want to add more dolls?”

“You need to git guud,” Patrine said.

“That was why I asked you in the first place. Now, you’re putting me on the spot.”

“Sorry. So, next weekend?”

“How about over winter break? And you all have to promise to let me doll you several times a week before we ever go public with the idea. I need to practice turning multiple people in rapid succession.”

“Okay.”

“Fine.”

“We’re in.”

“Do us after school today.”

Heidi giggled. Under her breath she said, “Do us.”

“I don’t know if I can do you all at once,” Cat said. “And stop giggling at the phrase ‘do us’.”

“It’s funny. And a little dirty,” Heidi said.

“You need to find out, Cat. Quick.”

“And the answer has to be you can.”

“Yeah. The answer has to be ‘You can do us.’” More giggles.

* * *

Over the next several weeks, Cat practiced the two things she needed to get good at in order to have a party: spells that automatically dismiss themselves and casting multiple spells in a short period of time. Cat’s friends would gather at someone’s home and be turned into dolls by Cat. Setting an automatic dismissal was far more draining than casting a transformation into a doll and a second transformation to restore human form. As December began, she was able to transform two of her friends within a few minutes of one another without knocking herself out. But, automatics restoration still held her back.

They were practicing at Cat’s home a week after Thanksgiving. Libby, Cat’s seven years old sister, watched from the doorway as Cat transformed Heidi into a life-sized doll. Melanie saw Libby at the doorway. “Can you cast spells?”

“I’m not allowed to.”

“What’s up, Lib?”

“How about turning her into a doll for me like Ted showed you?”

“For you?”

“Doll sized,” Libby said, hold her hands about a foot apart.

“Doll sized? For real?” Melanie said. “You can do that, too?”

“I only learned that a week ago. I’ve only ever cast that on myself,” Cat said.

“Do me,” Melanie said. “I’d like to spend a couple hours with Libby.”

“Yay!”

“You have to take your clothes off.”

“I’ll be right back,” Libby said and ran off to her room.

“I do?”

“Yeah, I can’t shrink the clothes. You okay with ending up naked?”

“Sure. I’ll be a doll. And the whole point of this is sex, isn’t it?”

“You sure?” Patrine said.

Libby was standing in the doorway again.

“I’m sure Libby knows how to play nice with a doll.”

“Do you want to wear this or this?” She held up a faux-sequined gown in one hand and a slinky, faux-velvet red dress in the other.”

“That has to be the best part. If I’m going to gala, the silver dress. Otherwise the red one.”

She handed both dresses to Patrine. “Okay. I’ll come back when you’re ready.” She left.

Melanie took her clothes off.

Cat said, “This is a more difficult spell. So, it might be a good thing. I should shrink Melanie and then you, Patrine.”

“I’m gonna be a small doll, too?”

“It would be better for my practice if you ended up as a small doll.”

“Fine. Let me disrobe.”

Cat cast the spell on Melanie. Melanie froze in place. As she began shrinking in size, Patrine finished getting undressed. “Can you do it to me now?”

“I think so.”

With effort, the spell took effect on Patrine.

Libby returned shortly. Cat was putting the sequinned dress on Patrine. “You should do yourself, too, if you’re trying to improve your stamina.”

“You’ve been listening to Ted?” Cat said.

“Dad. Last week when you learned how to do this from Ted, Dad gave you a lecture on stamina.”

“Were you listening in?”

“It’s the only way I get any magic instruction.”

“You can’t cast spells yet, Libby. You don’t need instruction.”

“I just like to know.” Cat didn’t notice Libby rolling her eyes. “Are you going to do yourself? What about Heidi?”

“I should try to shrink her.”

“You should.”

“You just want to play with the four of us.”

“So?”

Cat broke out in a sweat. “I…”

“Are you okay?”

The doll that was Heidi began to shrink.

“I need to lie down. When the girls are finished changing you can play with them. They should automatically restore in a few hours. I should have known better than to do both the shrinking and the auto-restoration.”

“Yay. Oh?” Libby rushed over to the bed and kissed her sister’s forehead. “Thanks, Cat. You rest up. You’ll be doing all four of you in no time.”

* * *

Libby spent many future afternoons playing with her four part-time dolls. One afternoon, her mother entered her room. “Did you forget you have to go to the pediatrician today?”

“Oh, poo.”

“Language.”

“I just got my dolls.”

“Are those Cat and her friends?”

“Yes.”

“Why are all those girls your dolls?”

“Cat is learning stamina.”

“And she convinced her friends to let you play with them?”

“Shrinking takes her more effect, from what I understand. Shrinking and dolling help her build up her strength. And since being a doll for most people is boring, getting played with makes it more fun for them and for me.”

“Did you put that idea in Cat’s head?”

“Not at first. I think Melanie did.” She held up one of the dolls. “I wasn’t going to complain.”

“Does Cat have to turn back to turn them back?”

“No, she’s been practicing ottorestration. Otto…”

“Auto-restoration?”

“That. The spell turns them back by itself.”

“I’m not a wizard. But, I am surrounded by them. Well, I’m sorry girls. I have to take away your source of fun. Libby, put the dolls on Cat’s bed and let’s go.”

“Okay.”

As she set each doll down a safe distance apart for when their spells dismissed themselves, she squeezed each of their hands. In turn, they each said. “Hi, my name is…” and their name. Another squeeze made them say, “I’m Libby’s favorite toy.”

  *

The girls were disappointed when they found out Cat was going to be a Christmas tree for a few weeks. Libby was also disappointed because she had expected to get to play with Cat and Paris while Ted was home for Winter break.

Cat had told the girls they’d resume practice when high school classes resumed the first week of January. Two weeks after returning to school, Cat was surprised when a guy called out to her while students were moving between classes. “Hey, Cat.”

She turned around and was face-to-face with Stewart. He was the coolest guy in school and he wasn’t dating anyone currently. She wasn’t immune to the social power that radiated from him.

“Patrine and Heidi tell me you’re almost ready to do the doll orgy.”

“Orgy?”

“Well, yeah, what else would you call it?”

“No, you’re right. I just hadn’t used that word for it.”

“Great word. Old as the Romans at least. Anyway. I have two dozen guys and a dozen girls lined up for a party this Saturday night. If you can do it then, that would be perfect. I just need to know what you need. I will move mountains to make you have the minimal effort.”

“That’s… that’s nice, I guess.”

“I aim to please.”

“Why more guys than girls?”

“A few of the self-righteous ladies of this high school find the entire concept crass. I’m hoping things go well and when, not if, we do it a second time, the split will be more even. Besides, the guys will need downtime between...”

“Does that dozen number include my friends?”

“I didn’t include you in my count. I’ve heard from Melanie, Patrine, Heidi, Laura, other Laura, Brit, Serena, Erica, Olive, Grace, Jo, Marita, and Arwen. They’re all on board. Oh, and Mark.”

“Mark?”

“Yeah, Mark Hidleman. I have no problems with him being a doll. I’m just not going to be the one who asks you. If he wants it, he can ask himself.”

“Okay. Knowing about Mark, I’m disappointed it’s only him among the guys.”

“Not me. So, can you do it Saturday? Or will we put it off until the party three weeks from now?”

“I couldn’t do that many dolls in one shot. I would need some time between them.”

“How much time?”

“Um… Twenty or thirty minutes at least.”

“Let’s say the party starts at eight,” he said. “At nine, I send you two or three early girls. You can do two or three at once, right?”

“Yeah, maybe four at the beginning, fewer later.”

“Okay, so four girls at nine. How long until I send the next three?”

“Maybe nine thirty.”

“So, then ten, ten-thirty, by eleven, you’d have four plus three or four plus three plus two or three plus you done and perhaps a couple more?”

“That sounds doable.”

“Great. This Saturday, three days from now.”

“I’ll be there and ready.”

He held his hand up for a high five.

She put her arms around his neck and gave him a kiss.

He adapted quickly, kissing her back. “Would you like me to start with you at eleven?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“You are cute. Done and done. See you Saturday.”

* * *

“What’s up, Cat? You seem very distracted.” Paris said that Friday night. She and Ted were getting ready to go back to the university Saturday. Cat was helping her pack but she spent much of the time wool gazing.

“I just have stuff on my mind.”

“If you want to talk, I’m here.”

“You have to promise you won’t tell Ted. And I don’t mean you tell him and tell him to pretend you didn’t tell him.”

“Okay. I promise.”

She told Paris about the orgy planned for tomorrow night.

“Is this how you convinced your friends to let you practice changing them so often?”

“It wasn’t my idea. Patrine had learned about similar parties Ted had done last year. They convinced me.”

“And now you have stage fright jitters?”

“I guess. What if I can’t do everyone who asks?”

“Oh well. You need to remember that party only happens at your convenience. This is why Ted is so bold. Some say he’s overconfident but as a wizard, he can back it up. And so can you.”

“That helped. Thanks.”

“One last thing. This Stewart fellow, make sure he likes you for you and not because you can change folks. You get all starry-eyed when you talk about him. He may be dreamy. But make sure you’re grounded.”

“I’ll pay attention to that.”

  *

The foursome spent the late afternoon Saturday getting each other dolled up, in the more common meaning, for the party: great hair, great makeup, easily removable attire. Cat had pointed out that according to Ted’s girlfriend, the dolls he rented left his dorm room naked.

They arrived at Stewart’s place on time. The house already felt busy. Music thundered throughout the house. There must have been thirty people there. Some people were there as couples but most people were there stag. There was a buzz in the room when Cat first arrived. People were expecting magic.

She was talking with a friend when she felt herself spun around and a kiss planted on her lips.

“You’re good, right?” Stewart said.

She was lightheaded. She wasn’t sure if it was the spin or the beautiful kiss. “Yeah. What time is it?”

“Quarter to nine. When you’re ready, go up to the master bedroom, you can’t miss it upstairs. I’ll send the first batch of dolls-to-be up.”

“Okay.”

“I left the boxes and a couple markers on the bed. What are they for?”

“Dolls don’t wear clothes,” she said with a wink.

She was alone in the master bedroom twenty minutes later when three girls she didn’t know arrived along with Misty Edwards. Misty was the high school’s head cheerleader the year before and had graduated in Ted’s class.

“This better be good,” one of the girls said.

“Hi, Misty. Are you girls from out of town?”

“We go to college with Misty.”

“You can turn us into sex dolls? Do you know that guy Ted from the app?”

“He’s my brother.”

“She’s the real deal?”

“We’ll find out.”

“You probably want to take your clothes off. Put them in one of the boxes and write you name on the box.”

“Seriously?”

“What’s with the attitude, Misty?”

“Yeah, she’s a wizard. Don’t make her mad.”

“I went to high school with Ted. I could never get an invite to parties like this.”

“Maybe because you were a bitch,” her friends said and laughed.

“Fine. Are you going to do this?”

“You aren’t undressed. Although, maybe I should call Ted and ask him about you.”

“No, no. I’ll get undressed.”

“There’s a story there,” one of her friends said.

“I’ll start with Misty,” Cat said.

“Thanks.”

“She’s just shutting you up.”

Misty froze in place and could not respond.

“She doesn’t look like a doll.”

“It takes a few minutes for the transformation to finish. Who’s next?”

“Before you hit me, I’m Briana, by the way, give me your number,” the girl said holding out her phone. “You’re name is Cat, right? We’ll get her story and you get your brother’s story. We’ll compare notes by text.”

“Sounds good. I know she dated Ted for a little while. I have no idea why she didn’t go to whatever parties Ted had.”

“Now I really want to know the story.”

“Me next,” the other two girls said as Briana fiddled with her phone. Once their transformations were underway, Briana had put her phone back in her purse in one of the boxes.

“Okay. I’m last I guess.”

“But, not least,” Cat said as the spell took hold of Briana.

Cat was relieved that doing these four so quickly hadn’t made her feel tired at all. She left to go have some fun before the next batch.

After the next batch was finished, she was met coming down the stairs by Mark Hidleman coming up. “Can I ask you something, Cat? Privately?”

“Oh, I tried to reach you during the week but I thought you were avoiding me.”

“I kind of was. I figured if I asked at the party, I couldn’t chicken out. And here I am.” He led her into an empty bedroom.

“Okay, ask.”

“Can you turn me into a doll exactly like those girls in the bedroom?”

“Well, yes. But what do you mean by ‘exactly like’?”

“With boobs and an inviting hole down there.”

“You want to be a female doll?”

“Yes. And make my face look different so no one knows it’s me.”

“Sure. I can do that. What’s in it for me?”

“Aw, geeze. What would you want?”

“I don’t know. A favor or two.”

“A favor? What kind of favor?”

“You’ll find out.”

He considered it for less than a second. “Okay. Great. What do I have to do?”

“Strip.”

“Naked?”

“The dolls you saw, were they wearing clothes?”

“I guess not,” he said, reaching to grab his shirt by the waist hem.

“Ma-a-a-arrrk,” she said in a sing-song fashion. “I said strip. Make it interesting.”

He laughed. “And this isn’t the favor?”

“Of course not. There’s music. Do a little dance.”

He did his best. She managed not to laugh at him too much. Once he was naked she was surprised at how big he was. She said, “Damn, you sure you want me to remove that thing?”

“It’ll come back, right?”

She laughed. “I can only take it away from the doll. Anyone you want to look like?”

“Yeah,” he fumbled with his phone and pulled up an image.

“Is she a porn star?”

“She has a ForMyFans site. So, maybe.”

“Okay. Here goes.”

By eleven, she had done fifteen dolls, including her friends. Several women and their partners caught up to her in the hallway and asked to have the girlfriend, or the boyfriend, turned into dolls, too. She did a handful of them as well. When she found Stewart talking to a few of his friends, the party was just a bunch of guys and a couple women hanging out. “Anyone else?”

“Just you.”

“Okay, good. I was starting to get a little tired.”

He put his arm over her shoulder and they kissed. “My room is at the end on the right. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”

“Okay.”

He kissed her again and she concentrated on not going weak in the knees as she enjoyed it.

He arrived in the bedroom when he said he would, laughing. She was a doll laying on his bed. “You can hear me, right? I just saw Mark. He’s in love with that chick, Ludmila Kerchenko. Doesn’t shut up about her. It’s a good likeness. Well done.”

He got undressed. “But, I should be paying attention to you. You are a beautiful woman, Cat. And a beautiful doll. Time to pop your doll cherry, I assume.”

He was a bit rough. Cat had no frame of reference for whether he was inexperienced or just not being careful handling her as a doll. She didn’t care either. Once he was inside her, she felt nothing but pleasure from whatever he was doing. Technique was less important than variable friction.

She orgasmed hard before he was done and it lasted for a while. The next thing she knew he had vanished. Had she blissed? Paris and Zoey had told her about that. But she hadn’t realized she would experience it here.

She allowed her mind to drift and was surprised to find another guy, Ralf, already on top of her. As soon as he entered her, she was struck by a wave of pleasure. His quick short thrusts into her caused that wave to become a tsunami of pleasure. She blissed again, once again unaware of when Ralf had left.

Several more guys and one of the women took turns with her. She lost track after losing the ability to count.

When she became aware again, the sun was in her eyes. She wasn’t sure how morning had come so soon. An arm was draped across her chest. She felt amazing. Then she remembered she had over a dozen dolls to restore. She needed to get up. She started her own reverse transformation.

As she transformed she was aware of Stewart’s large hand wrapped around her breast. He squeezed her as her boobs became more real. She slipped out of the bed and started to get dressed. He stirred as she was finishing.

“Hey, great party, Cat.”

“I hope all the dolls say they enjoyed it.”

“You still have to restore them, right?”

“Yeah. I should get started.”

“Go ahead. I’ll follow in a few minutes. I’m a bit spent.”

“I forgot one thing,” she said. “I should have had you make the guys clean us out before restoration.”

“Oh, are you on the pill?”

“Yes. But, we don’t know if all the other dolls are.”

“Okay. Give me a few minutes and we’ll setup a cleaning assembly line.” He got up. She enjoyed the view of his naked body. He noticed her gaze and struck a pose. “You like?”

She laughed. “Focus on the task at hand. Do you think it’ll be hard to get some of the guys to clean the dolls out.”

“Not if they want to attend a party like this again.”

* * *

For days, everyone who was there would ask her when the next party was. All the girls had decided not to tell the guys about blissing. It became a running joke that girls would talk about it and hush up if a guy approached.

Cat was just glad none of the dolls disappeared. More than once, Mark came to her house asking if she could turn him into a doll and deliver it to Ivan’s house. She ended up charging him so he could spend several hours a week as a doll at Ivan’s house.

Stewart asked her out to dinner and a movie the following Friday. It had been a pleasing date and they made out for a while before it ended. She couldn’t decide if making out was better than just being a doll. To find out, she dolled for him the next night after a long make out session. More research was in order, she felt. She was no longer in awe of Stewart. She wasn’t sure yet if she wanted to continue dating him.

The biggest surprise after the party was getting a phone call from Ted on Thursday. Ted had gone back to school the same weekend the party had been held.

“Hey, Cat.”

“Hi, Ted. You never call.”

“Because you’re usually a plastic doll in Libby’s room when I have time to call you.”

“Then why did you call now?”

“Because Mom said Libby complained to her about you not being her doll recently.”

“My friend Melanie is her doll three times a week.” Cat believed Melanie would be Libby’s toy far more often if she wasn’t worried Patrine would make fun of her. And that Heidi would tell jokes about it and giggle at her.

“Usually you also join her. I heard there was a party over the weekend I left for college.”

“You know I don’t go to parties.”

“You went to this one. You were the star of the party.”

“You’re not going to tell Mom, are you?”

“Mom? She won’t care. You should be worried about me telling Dad about you facilitating an orgy.”

“Oh, right. Mom’s cool about it. He’d flip,” Cat said. “Is she like Paris?”

“And you?”

“Me?”

“You don’t enjoy being a doll a lot, Miss Christmas Tree?”

“I do.”

“Sounds like your friend Melanie does, too.”

“She’s far worse than me about it. But, how do you know Mom really likes it?”

“You’ve been a doll that was fucked. Think about how that feels? Mom is probably ten times worse. It’s amazing she’s been human with Dad the three times necessary for us to exist.”

“Ewww.”

“Part of growing up, Catherine, is accepting that your parents have sex. You are living proof of it.”

“Ewww. But, who’s ass did you pull ten times worse from?”

“You haven’t been practicing your attunement skills.”

“Yes, I have,” she said sarcastically.

“How often does Dad cast a dolling spell when he and Mom are alone in their bedroom?”

“How would I know that?”

“You would know if your attunement skill was at the proper level.”

“Fine. I’ll practice.”

“If you need help ask Libby.”

“Libby?”

“She can both attune and block almost without thinking about it. She even knows the answer to my question. Though I don’t know if she truly understands what Mom and Dad do after he casts that spell. She asked Paris why she likes being dolled.”

“How many times do Mom and Dad...?”

“I thought that was ewww.”

“It is but if Libby knows.”

“Then you can find out for yourself and check your answer against hers.”

“That isn’t fair.”

“Learn your craft. Life isn’t fair,” he said. He paused before continuing. “Now, tell me everything about the party.”

“Okay, but first, I need to ask you about Misty Edwards.”

Ted laughed. “Was she at the party? Oh, god, that’s funny. Tell me her friend, what’s her name, Briana? was there, too.”

“Yes. She thinks there more to the story between you and Misty than you two dated.”

“I suppose I can tell you…”

Talk - Ted's Dolls Season 4 Kick Off

This Saturday sees the release of a Ted's Dolls Universe (TDU?) story that is not part of season 3 or 4. It's (currently) a standalone story called Cat's Dolls: A Ted's Dolls Bonus Story. For a brief moment this was going to be one of the season 4 interludes. But, I realized Cat's Dolls could end up being a series of stories, a spin-off I suppose. So, it's just a bonus story for now. In my mind, though not necessarily in the text, I considered Cat two years younger than Ted. But she would be at most 17 years old if that were true. So, she's now only a year younger, her birthday being in October 2005. (Ted's birth being in December 2004. Although, this makes one wonder why it wasn't mentioned in the Winter break stories, I suppose. And why Paris spent his birthday in assorted 12 days of Christmas boxes. Oh, well.)

The first seven of thirteen season 4 episodes are in the can. I will go in and tweak the text, I'm sure, before their release. But, nothing should be added to them now unless something amazing pops into my head while finishing the other six episodes. The two interludes, however, are still not started. I know what they will be about. Just haven't even outlined their plots yet. (And even then, the final one could be "just fun" or could be "really dark". I can't decide. Probably why I haven't started that story.)

There are a few new characters added to the TDU who will be around for a while. And others who will fade into the background. Depending on how you break them down, there are several important outstanding plots in the TDU:

• How will Emily escape or be rescued? What will happen with Richard and Jemma?

• How will Jane escape or be rescued?

• What will happen with Carson's harem?

• Where is Randall Chaplain, Paris' brother?

I'm curious if anyone has other plots they think is important that I didn't list here.

At least one of these is definitely resolved in season 4. The others will linger into season 5. And thus, I can say I expect there to be a season 5 some time next year. Given the past work, it won't be for another year. I've fallen into a pattern of mid-fall releases for the season. Kinda' like US television seasons. :)

Oh, I'd like to remind folks to check out the Community Chat rooms. I've been using them to post random thoughts and some 3D art renders. Please feel free to post in those chat rooms. The chat wouldn't look like me just talking to myself if you did. :)

MANIP - Mannequin in the Doorway, Follow-up

It was nine years ago (as of August 28) when I first made a manipulation called Mannequin in the Doorway, seen inset in the image above. When I found another image of the model in the same doorway, the follow-up was born. That was over two years ago. No rush.

Transcript

It's hard to believe it was nine years ago when Sylvia miscast the transformation spell that turned her into a living merchandise display mannequin. (See inset image.) She ended up being stuck for an entire year as a mannequin.

It had been considered a terrible accident at the time. What was unexpected was the public loved scooting past the mannequin that blocked the doorway. In the years that followed, she's been the "Doorway Mannequin" every day. During a year, she might spend, at most, a few hours human to deal with paperwork and to call her mom to wish her a happy birthday.

Her favorite joke to tell, the rare times she is human, is that her job has her on her feet all day: 24/7/365.

The staff is a little weary of having to move her out of the doorway at night and back into place at opening every day. But, as long as people say they like seeing her there, she has a job.

This gig will inevitably end. With no living expenses, she has managed to squirreled away a sizeable nest egg for whatever she plans to do at that time. One of the perks she'll miss that no one knows about are the "accidental" gropings she receives kind of frequently. Of course, she would never admit that.

Trust Machines - Tom Hangs It Up

This story takes place in dfenger’s wonderful Trust Machines universe. Tom and Susan have appeared in several stories together: Big Red Button, Mural, and Teeny Tiny Button. At this point, they are a married couple. Usually, Tom has some diabolical transformation for Susan. Apologies if there's anything wrong with this. I got the idea Thursday around 9 AM. As I wanted to bump this weeks story by a week anyway, I rushed this one to the finish. I had ideas for a couple other scenes but I'm not sure they would add anything. Maybe yet another sequel. Tom and Susan are a fun pair.

The whirring of the drill stopped as the screw was seated flush with the ceiling. Tom moved the drill to the next screw and tightened it.

“Almost done?” Susan said, walking into the room five minutes since the last time she had.

“One last screw. Are you sure you want to do this?”

“I wouldn’t have you putting screw holes in the ceiling if I were unsure.”

He sank the last screw. Two metal boxes hung from the ceiling about a foot apart. The front side of the boxes had a couple buttons on them. The other side had a sloped opening. One might assume you could hang a curtain rod between the two devices. Except, they were rather big for that purpose and they are awfully close together for curtains.

He took hold of the two openings in the back and lifted himself in a quasi-chin-up to test that it would hold him up.

“If it holds me, it’ll easily hold you.”

“I can’t wait.”

“How’s it feel that we’re going to entrap you in a trap of your own design?”

“Excited. And I shouldn’t be. I should apprehensive, nervous, and gobsmacked. It’s all your fault.”

“What?”

“It’s all your fault I’m about to entrap myself for pleasure. You did that to me. You turned me into this.”

“You’ve never complained before. What did I turn you into?”

“A hedonist. I was never like that before. Now, I can’t wait to lose myself in uncontrollable pleasure.”

“Are you just venting or is this an issue? I can take these down.”

“Fuck, no. Test the buttons and lets head out to the Venn machine.”

“Aye, aye, Captain Stuckslut.”

She didn’t return his salute. Instead, she laughed. “Who gave you permission to call me by my secret name?”

“Secret? You’re friends are well aware you’re a stuck slut.”

“Yes, but I haven’t told them I was promoted to Captain. It was going to be a surprise the next time I’m not stuck.”

“So? Never?”

Their laughter turned into kisses, kisses turned into disrobing, and nudity turned in pleasuring one another. The testing she wanted done was forgotten for now as they tumbled into the bed and made love.

* * *

“You have to get out of the machine,” Tom said.

“Are people waiting?”

“No, but, they will eventually.”

“I hadn’t realized how extreme this would look.”

“It’s fine. There’s a pair of dinosaur humanoids walking past. No one will bat an eye.”

“We’re part gecko, part human,” one of the humanoids said.

“My mistake.”

“No problem.” As they walked away, Tom heard something about one of them telling the other “so” and something else about “a gila monster next time.”

“See? No one will care.

“You think so?”

“You want to use the device in the bedroom, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“And you tested them?”

“I only tested the parts I could.”

“Then let’s go. I think a couple are approaching the machine.”

“Fine.” She stepped out of the Venn machine. She looked as she always did with one exception, technically two. Sticking straight out from the sides of her head, displacing her ears an inch or so, were two metal cylinders about six or seven inches covered in black rubber grips in the style of the grips found on motorcycle handlebars. “Everyone is staring.”

“Why would they stare?” he said as he looked directly at someone not five feet away openly staring at her. They turned away.

“Because they know exactly what the handlebars are for.”

“Well, you and I know they’re only partially correct.”

“I almost forgot that. Thanks for revving me up.”

“I’ll throttle you later.”

“You promised you wouldn’t do those jokes before I showed you the plans.”

“Sorry. You’re right. I don’t want to downshift your mood.”

“Thomas!” Her eyes shifted left and right. “Give me a brake.”

* * *

She practically ran from the front door to the bedroom. When he caught up to her she was standing directly under the device he had attached to the ceiling. She was also naked.

“Eager, aren’t we? Don’t we need to test the kneeling configuration first?”

“Fine. Get your ass over here.”

“I don’t think I can hold the handles facing away from you.”

She knelt down and his pants were no longer on his body. It didn’t take her long to get him ready. She took him in her mouth and looked up expectantly.

He gripped the handles and twisted the left one back toward himself. As he did, her mouth became stuck opened. It wouldn’t close. As he yanked her forward with the handles she discovered the mouth opening setting was also connected to the part that made her throat accept his cock with ease.

He rocked her back and forth. Since he could firmly grip her head without pulling her hair the motion was smooth. When he was close to cumming, he rolled the right grip toward him.

The effect on Susan was instant. Her entire body vibrated with pleasure. Her throat emitted a moan that pushed him over the edge and he came down her throat. She didn’t mind as she was having trouble thinking until he released the right grip.

He let her go and staggered back a bit. “That was intense. How are you?”

She couldn’t speak and she didn’t try. She knew that was part of the left setting. She just nodded. She stood up with her arms down by her side. Her eyes were staring as far to the left as she could look without turning her head.

“Okay.” He took hold of the left grip. “Don’t look up at me. Tilt your head down a bit or you’ll end up facing the ceiling soon.”

She nodded. Her head tilted forward, pointing at his waist and straightening the focus of her eyes.

He turned the left grip back another quarter turn.

She felt her limbs stiffen and lock in place. With another twist, her entire body was frozen in place. She could not believe how turned on she was at this moment. Only her eyes were able to move.

He bent down to look her in the eyes. “Ready?”

She blinked rapidly.

With a laugh, he grabbed her under arms and lifted her up. Her head brushed against the ceiling as he got the two grips lined up with the slot. He pulled her forward and the handles rested in the slanted openings.

With her head almost touching the ceiling, she was taller than him for once. Not that she could do anything. Her eyes stared to the right.

“You want me to press the button?”

She rolled her eyes.

He pressed the engage button on both halves of the device and a whirring sound started and stopped indicating the clutches held the grips.

Her eyes fluttered a bit.

“That feels good, doesn’t it?” He didn’t wait for her to react. He just pressed the go button. He could see the right handle twist back, pulled by the device. Her body was jolted by pleasure once again. The machine rolled the grip back to neutral after a few seconds.

“Good?”

Her eyes rolled back to normal from where they had been rolled up into the back of her head.

Before she could try to control their motion, the machine rolled the right handle back again and she was once again flushed with pleasure.

“I’ll leave you to your ‘ordeal,’” Tom said. He sat down on the chair at her vanity and surfed the web while her mind was being fried with pleasure.

Caption: With a wink, the otherwise immobilize Susan indicates she ready to be hung up.

* * *

An hour later, he disengaged the clutches and lifted her out of the machine. He twisted the left handle forward until she could move and close her mouth. “You good?”

“Wonderful. Why’d you take me down?” She wobbled on her feet.

“You’re kind of an android at the moment. But you’re basically human. You still need to eat. I’m sure you’re thirsty. I made dinner. You can hang there afterward.”

“Okay,” she said with a bit less swaying. She was still a little fuzzy feeling until she got some food into her. “You were right. I needed food.”

“Was it everything you wanted it to be?”

“And more.”

“Who are you going to show it to?”

“Angela helped me make the plans so she’ll want to see it.”

“Do you want to be in it when she arrives?”

“I don’t know.” After a thoughtful moment, she said, “Did you make any modifications?”

“What do you think?”

“I’m sure you did.”

“And?”

“You won’t tell me what they are.”

“You know me so well.”

“If you promise not to turn on the stimulator, I might be willing to try sleeping up there.”

“Interesting. So, not now. At bed time.”

“Yes.”

They watched some television. Susan found she had to lay on her side with her head in Tom’s lap so the handles didn’t interfere. The downward pointing handle had to wedge between the couch cushions.

When they go to the bed room, she got changed for bed and stood under the device. Tom came out of the bathroom in his pajamas. He walked up to her and picked her up.

“What are you? You didn’t lock me….”

In one swift motion, he had the handles up against the back of the machine. He pulled her forward and the handles settled easily into it. He let her go. He engaged the clutches on both halves of the device.

“You’re suppose to immobilize me first,” she said. Although her head was held firmly. The rest of her was free to flail about as she liked.

“One of the changes I made was to reinforce your spine so you can’t rip your own head off while hanging from it.”

He grabbed her about the waist and lifted his legs off the ground.

“Oh,” she said. “This feels… secure? But, you’re still heavy. Let go.”

He set himself back down. On tiptoes, he managed to kiss her lips. “Good night.”

“When I said I wanted to sleep here, I meant immobilized.”

“I know. See you tomorrow.”

“You’re going to hear me all night. Get me down.”

“I could just lock you mouth open and silent. Or you could settle down and just try it.”

“Hmmphff!” She grunted, her arms folded in front of her petulantly. “Fine.” She let her arms fall by her side and closed her eyes.

After a few moments, he heard her breathing become soft and regular with a slight hint of snore, as he was accustomed to hearing as she slept. He rolled over and when to sleep.

* * *

She woke up in the early dawn light with an urgent feeling in her bladder. “Tom,” she called out. “Tom!” When he didn’t react, she remembered one of the features of the machine’s design. She reached up and placed her hands on both outer sides of the device. At the very top, where only she could reach without a ladder, were two recessed buttons. She pressed them both.

She felt the clutches disengage. A sweep arm pressed against her handlebars and pushed them up the ramp toward the back of the device. There were two hushed beeps before she dropped to the floor. Thankful that the device worked as she designed it, she rushed into the bathroom.

She got into bed with Tom, almost poking him in the face with one of the handles. She discovered she could only lay on her back or her face, which made it difficult to snuggle up to him. Laying on her back, she glanced at the device on the ceiling wishing there were a way to put herself into it without assistance. She closed her eyes and dozed off again.

She was awoken after an unknown amount of time. Her eyes opened but the rest of her was unable to move. She saw Tom release the left handle.

“Ah, you’re awake,” he said. His finger trailed down her raised leg and played with the trimmed hairs at the top of her sex. “Blink a lot if you don’t want wake up sex.

She held her eyes open and wide, causing him to laugh.

“Got it.” After a bit of foreplay, he mounted her body, currently bent and locked into a pose conducive to deep penetration. After a few orgasms, he flumped down beside her. “Give me a minute to recover and then I’ll unlock you.”

As if she had a choice, she thought.

* * *

That evening, as they were watching television, Tom said, “I do have another surprise.”

“Of course.”

“It isn’t in your venn. It’s in the device.”

“Oh?”

“What to see it?”

“Why not?”

They went into the bedroom.

“You have to be locked up for this one.”

She kissed him for a few moments before she stepped back and assumed her neutral pose, remembering to tilt her head downward. He twisted the left handle a few times and she was locked in place.

He picked her up and placed her in the device. He reached around back and hit a button she hadn’t seen.

“Sneaky,” she thought.

She felt the machine’s grasp of her handles shift. The machine turned the handles. Her body arced forward, her body rising upward. At a decent angle, the machine seemed to let go and she oscillated back and forth like a pendulum. She could feel the machine was adding to her momentum to compensate for the friction.

“How is it?”

She wasn’t sure how to respond. She felt like she was rocking in a bassinet. She closed her eyes to enhance the feeling. In no time, the motion had put her to sleep.

When she woke up, the machine beeped a few times. She felt the machine disengage and her body slowly returned to center after several more free swings. Tom wasn’t in the bedroom. She waited.

He stepped in a moment later. “I thought I heard beeping.” He lifted her out of the machine and unlocked her body.

“That was so relaxing,” she said. “How long did I sleep?”

“About thirty-two hours.”

“What? I missed an entire day?”

“Yeah. Who knew?”

“I do need to use the bathroom.” As she rushed to the bathroom it was only then she noticed the figure standing immobilized to the side of the machine. “What is Angela doing here? And why does she have handlebars?” Susan said loudly as she closed the bathroom door.

Tom stood outside the door and with a raised voice said, “She came over this morning and when I told her about your exploits, she demanded that I venn her so she could try out the machine.”

“Why is she just standing there?”

“I have her at full throttle. She said to leave her like that until I got you down.”

“So, you’re going to release her now?”

“No. I just hung her up there. When you get out, I’ll reduce her throttle.”

Susan laughed.

A few minutes later, she returned to the bedroom. Angela was hanging from the device. Her eyes were fluttering, the only indication that she experiencing constant pleasure.

Tom hit a couple buttons on the machine and Angela was no longer locked in place and no longer being throttled. She wailed out a cry of pure ecstasy followed by heavy breathing.

“Is that what I looked like?”

“Pretty much.”

“Hi, Sue,” Angela said.

“Take your time,” she said.

Angela just nodded as she continued to breathe heavily. “I like this hanging feeling.” She pulled her legs up and caught her ankles with her hands.

“I thought you said I was nuts.”

“I did. I didn’t say I wasn’t nuts.”

Tom laughed.

“Tom,” Susan said. “Let me get dressed. We have those errands to run.”

“That’s not funny,” Angela said.

“Sure, Susan.”

Susan started removing her pajamas and picking out an outfit to wear.

“I’m not falling for it. You won’t…”

“Leave you hanging?” Tom said. “Do you even know us?”

“Fine. Please don’t leave me here and go out.”

“You can let yourself down,” Tom said.

“Oh, don’t tell her.”

“Oh, right,” Angela said. She reached up and felt the edge of the machine’s sides. By the time she found the buttons, Susan was dressed.

“Great. Do you want to join use for lunch?”

“Go out together with these handles sticking out of our heads?”

“No one will care,” Susan said.

Random Renders

I don't know if everyone is aware. I've been posting renders in the Community Chat here on Patreon. Probably the worst place to do it but I didn't want to bombard you with a bunch random renders one at a time. Instead, here's a few of them at once. See them all on the community tab in the random renders chat.

While I have your attention, and I'm talking about chat, I'm also posting random thoughts about the series of Ted's Dolls posts in a separate chat group. Check that out if your haven't. Or don't.

About these two below

I made this render so I could make the one after it:

I imagine she's an influencer getting a random pic on the sidewalk. Maybe.

I Want My Dolly (Illustrated)

"Is Nanny still here?”

“No, Melody,” her father said. “You know she leaves right after dinner.”

“Yeah, I know,” the four years old girl said. “Can you play with me and Mommy?” She held out a small doll with beautiful blue eyes, subtle makeup, long, sandy blond hair, and realistic body proportions. The doll looked like a relative of the child.

“Sure. For about twenty minutes and then it’s bath time.”

“Yay!”

Her father sat at the little table in the girl’s room awkwardly, because of his size, not because of his attitude. Melody, Mommy Dolly, Mr. Huggybear, Daphne Dolly, and Daddy ate pretend crumpets and drank pretend tea. After a time, Daddy said, “Okay. We have to put the toys away and get you into the bath.”

“Okay.” Melody picked up the stuffed bear and put it on her bed. She took the two dolls and put them in their designated doll stands. The Mommy Dolly’s stand was flashier than the one for Daphne Dolly. When she was done she got undressed. Daddy returned from the bathroom and helped her get out of her stockings. Once she was ready, she raced to the bathroom.

“Don’t get in the tub until I get there.”

“I know, Daddy.”

He helped her into the tub and turned off the faucet once it was sufficiently full. She was reaching for her tub toys when he said, “You know the drill. Soap first, toys second.”

“Fine.” She was washing her arm when she stood up. “Mommy!”

Her mother was standing in the doorway. Daddy stood up and gave her a chaste kiss. “How was your day?” She said.

“It’s looking up.” He said. “I’ll give your two some alone time.”

“Play with me, Mommy.”

“You know the drill. Soap first, play second.”

“Daddy just said that.”

“I know.”

* * *

Later, Mommy read a bedtime story to Melody and Melody went to sleep. Mommy kissed her sleeping daughter on the forehead and turned out the light in her room. She went into the living room and sat on the sofa to snuggle up to her husband.

“Alone time?” She said. “I spent most of the day with her.”

“Not alone, though. Roberta was there. Mr. Huggybear. Daphne.”

“Ha ha. I suppose I can’t complain. I get to spend a lot of time with our daughter.”

“Yes. You do,” he said. He held her chin and turned her face toward his. A long, slow, beautiful kiss followed. “And I get to spend time with you now.”

“Yes. You do.”

In the morning, Daddy helped Melody get up and get ready for the day. Together they went to the kitchen where Mommy had breakfast ready.

Daddy finished first. He got up and kissed Melody on the forehead. “Have a good day, Pumpkin.”

“I’m not a pumpkin.”

Daddy was already giving Mommy a kiss.

“But, it’s okay when you call me Pumpkin,” Melody said.

“I hope so. I have to call someone Pumpkin.”

“No, you don’t.”

He leaned close to her. “Don’t tell anyone, but I want to.”

“Okay.” She giggled.

After he left, Mommy finished her breakfast and put the dishes in the sink. “Let’s go. Don’t want to be late to pre-school.”

* * *

At noon, Melody was called by one of the teachers. “Melody, you’re Nanny is here.”

“Oh, do I have to leave?”

“Afraid so.”

She gave each of the teachers a hug before heading to the reception area where Roberta was waiting. “There you are. Were you giving all the teachers two hugs, today?”

“I can give two hugs?”

“No. The teachers are far too busy for two hugs.”

“I’m going to try tomorrow.”

“That’s very friendly of you, Melody. Let’s get you home.”

“Okay.”

As soon as she entered the house, she rushed to her room and picked up Mommy Dolly sitting in her doll stand. “I missed you, Mommy.” She set Mommy Dolly down on the floor. She was gathering other toys to play with when her Nanny peeked into the room.

“Lunch will be ready soon.”

“Okay.”

When lunch was over, Roberta reminded Melody that today was ballet class. Melody returned to her room and got out some dress up clothes so she could practice her dancing.

Later that afternoon, Roberta dropped Melody off at the dance studio and spent the hour running errands for herself. She returned in time to watch the last few minutes of the practice.

When class ended, Melody was showing one of the other students something in her bag when Roberta reminded her that she had to leave. Melody ran over to Roberta.

“I’m ready to go.”

“Are you?” Roberta said. “Your bag is over there.”

“Oops,” she said as she ran and got her bag.

Roberta took hold of the bag. “Melody, you have to zipper the bag closed before running with it. And you know better than to be running in the first place. Don’t you?”

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay. Let’s go.”

When they got into the car, Melody reached for the bag but Roberta was buckling her into the car seat. “I want my dolly,” she said.

“What dolly?”

“Mommy Dolly. She’s in my bag.”

“You shouldn’t bring your toys to dance class.”

“But, I like having her there.”

“Melody, you can wait until you get home to play with your doll.”

“I want my dolly,” she said vehemently.

“If you don’t settle down you will have to go in timeout when we get home. You can play with your doll at home.”

Melody pouted but said nothing.

When the car was parked, as soon as she was released from the car seat, she grabbed her bag and opened it. “Where is it?” She said. Frantically, she removed everything from the bag. “Where is my dolly?”

“Did you lose it?”

“I don’t know.”

“Look at this mess.”

“We have to go back. We have to get my Mommy Dolly.”

“Melody. This is why you shouldn’t bring your toys to dance class.”

“I want my dolly!”

“That’s it. Go inside and sit on the timeout stool, right now.”

“I want my dolly,” she said as she cried. She moped as she walked inside to the stool.

Melody cried for the next couple hours until Daddy came home.

When he found Melody inconsolable on the living room sofa, he asked, “Roberta, why is Melody crying?”

“She brought a toy to dance class and lost it.”

“What toy?”

“That doll she’s too attached to.”

“What toy?”

“That doll. That little doll she takes with her everywhere.”

“Mommy Dolly. Do you go back and look for it?”

“No. She’s too attached to that toy. Just buy her a new doll.”

“You didn’t think a toy she calls Mommy Dolly might be hard to replace?”

“What so special about this doll?”

“Come with me.” He led Roberta to Melody’s room as he tapped a few buttons on his phone.

“What is that?” Roberta said. Where the little doll stand for Mommy Dolly usually was found, a life-sized doll stand was now there.

“Get on it.”

“What?”

“Get. On. It.”

“Okay. When did this arrive?”

He hit a button on his phone and Roberta felt herself shrinking. She couldn’t move as the room swelled to a cavernous size around her. Daddy picked up the resulting doll and return to the living room.

“Pumpkin?”

“I’m not a pumpkin.”

“Did you bring Mommy Dolly to dance class?”

“Yes.”

“What did I say about playing with Mommy Dolly?”

“Not to bring her out of the house.”

“And did you do that?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Annabelle didn’t believe I had a Mommy Dolly. I wanted to show her.”

“Where is Mommy Dolly now?”

“I don’t know. I showed her Mommy Dolly. And then Nanny called me. And then I ran over to her. And then she asked me a question. And then I had to go back and get my bag. And then we got in the car. And...”

He sighed. “Okay. Sorry to interrupt. Were there any other girls there when you showed Mommy Dolly to to Annabelle.”

“Jessica and Bethesda.”

“Okay. I’ll find Mommy Dolly. But I can’t do that until tomorrow. For now, you can play with this dolly.” The dark haired doll was surprisingly realistic in its presentation of a middle aged woman.

“Nanny Dolly?”

“Yes, Nanny Dolly. Okay?”

“I guess so. She was mean to me.”

“Well, you show her how to be nice.”

“Okay.”

* * *

Later, before bath time, as Melody cleaned her room, she said, “Where does Nanny Dolly go?”

“Oh, we don’t have a doll stand for Nanny Dolly. Why don’t you sleep with her in your bed with Mr. Huggybear? We’ll find a place for her tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

That night Mommy didn’t finish Melody’s bath. Daddy tucked Melody into bed and read her a story. After Melody fell asleep, he leaned close to Nanny Dolly’s face and whispered, “You’ve met Melody’s mother. Didn’t you think the doll looked a lot like her?” He left the room.

He wrote an email to the dance studio office about what happened and named the students who might have been there when Mommy Dolly was taken out of the bag.

Hitting send didn’t assuage his feeling very helpless.

Exhausted, he went to bed early.

In the morning, he got Melody ready for pre-school. He took the day off from work. Mid-morning, he received a call from one of the instructors. They had not found a doll at the studio. She feared, as he did, that one of the kids took the doll. She said she’d call the parents and see if they noticed a new doll among the child’s toys.

“I’m afraid that’s all we can really do,” she said.

“I know. Thanks.”

“No problem.”

When he picked Melody up from pre-school, she was excited, “Did you find Mommy Dolly?”

“No, Pumpkin. The dance studio didn’t find her last night.”

“I’m not a pumpkin.” She started to cry. “Where’s Nanny?”

“Nanny Dolly is still in your bed. Are you going to play with her?”

“I guess.”

* * *

Melody was sad all day. When he watched her play, she was drilling home to Nanny Dolly that some toys are more precious than others. During dinner, the doorbell rang.

He answered the door to find a woman standing there with her young daughter.

“Hi, I’m Pam. This is Jessica. She and your daughter, Melody, attend ballet class together at the Hope Dance Studio.”

“Pleasure to meet you,” he said. “I’m Kirk. Do you want to come in?”

“I guess. This should only take a moment.”

“Melody,” he called out.

She ran up to the doorway to the living room. When she saw there was company, she entered the room slowly. “Hi, Jessica.”

Jessica walked up to Melody and stopped. She looked back at her mother who gave her a stern look. “Melody. I’m sorry. I took your doll yesterday. And I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry.”

“Where is Mommy Dolly?”

Pam stepped forward and took the doll out of her purse and handed it to Jessica. “Give it back.”

“Here,” Jessica said.

Melody’s face lit up, her smile wide. “Oh, thank you, thank you. I missed you, Mommy Dolly.” She clutched the doll to her chest.

“Okay,” Pam said. “We should be going.”

“Can Jessica stay and play?”

Pam looked at Kirk and he shrugged back.

“I suppose we could stay a little while. I do need to get home and start dinner soon.”

The girls ran off to Melody’s room as soon as they thought permission was granted.

“Would you like a cup of coffee or tea before you go?”

“Coffee would be great,” she said.

The two adults went into the kitchen. He turned on the coffee maker.

“I’m so sorry about this,” Pam said.

“I’m just glad Melody didn’t lose her favorite doll.”

“That doll is so detailed. Where did you get it?”

“Have you ever heard of the Mannequin Disk company?”

“No.”

“They’re a niche nanotech company that specializes in turning people into mannequins and restoring them.”

“Really? You’re making this up.”

“Do you know the mannequin that’s usually in the center window at Bede’s Boutique on Main Street?”

“The one that isn’t always there but looks extremely real?”

“Yes. I believe that mannequin is a real person transformed by one of that company’s products.”

“Really?”

“Why else would it not only look hyper-real but also disappear from the window for a couple days each month? I’ll send you a link to the company’s website.”

“Hmm,” Pam said, pondering the idea. “Wait. Why did you bring this company up?”

“We have one of their products. The Doll Stand, Mark II.”

“That doll is a living person.”

He nodded.

“You’re wife, I suppose?”

“Olivia spends a lot of time with Melody.”

“As a doll?”

“Yes.”

“What if the doll had actually been lost?”

“I don’t want to think about it.”

“Who watches Melody while your wife is… busy?”

“We have a nanny watch her most of the afternoon. Unfortunately, Olivia thought we shouldn’t tell Roberta about her being a doll. She had no idea that doll was special.”

“Oh, my.”

“That was a mistake.”

“Is that why you’re telling me your wife’s secret?”

“I suppose it is.”

They sat in silence drinking their coffees for a few moments.

“It’s late and I’m sure it’ll take a few minutes to separate the girls. Tell Olivia I’m going to call her and ask her what it’s like.”

“She available after eight at night and until around noon.”

* * *

At bath time, Melody was overjoyed when Mommy entered the bathroom to help finish her bath. Mommy and Daddy kissed for a long time before he left the bathroom.

He went to her room and adjusted the Doll Stand, Mark II. He put Nanny Dolly on the stand and activated it.

As soon as she was full-size, she said, “Why didn’t you tell me that doll was actually Olivia?”

“You’d have to ask her.”

“I think you should have made that clear when you hired me.”

“I agree with you now. We can discuss this later. I’m sure you need to get home. It’s almost eight PM.”

“Of course. And if anything ever happens to Mommy Dolly in the future, I’ll move Heaven and Earth if I have to, to find her. Although…”

“What?”

“I had a lot of time to think this past day. I should be mad at you but I’ve discovered things I never knew about myself.”

“Oh?”

“Going forward, do you think Melody might enjoy having two dollies?”

Author’s Note: I’m hoping someone will ask me a particular question after reading this. I will only be able to shrug in response. But, hoping for the question is how I keep myself amused

BTS - Plans through End of Year

As of Tuesday that just passed, my ready to publish queue is dry. I have lots of stuff in progress. Including several longer works that I really need to pick from and move forward on. I've got an old work I can throw at the wall. It worked okay with Mannequin Hair, right?

Dry isn't true, I do have 3 stories queued for early December that I could move up. But, I wanted to get Ted's Dolls out before that. One problem: Ted's Dolls Season 4 has 5 completed stories. Unfortunately, one of them is a bonus story and another is story #9 of the normal 13 seasonal stories, and the others are #1, #2, and #4. I might move #9 in the #5 slot. But, that still means I need to get #3, #6, and #7 done. (And that doesn't include Interlude 7, which I want to get to but have put off.)

Originally, I had planned to start releasing TDS4 this weekend. I might still release the bonus story as, it is a bonus. It's right there in the title: Cat's Dolls: A Ted's Dolls Bonus Story. :) (There was a slight retcon. Originally I thought of Cat as being 2 years younger than Ted. But for this, she's only a year younger and turned 18 before Thanksgiving (seen in TD24).) I suppose, given the "seasons" paradigm, Cat's Dolls, if I make another one, would be called a spin off?

Other in progress stuff are:

• 12k words of a sequel to a Magic Shoppe story posted here 18 months ago and on Tumblr 12 years ago. That there's a sequel at all is a surprise to me as well.

• Two stories currently about 6k words in and probably both will be 4-5 times that size. But they play on similar themes from the opposite directions. (And I've wasted too much time wondering if they combine.) Both are mind control stories, one where the controller is unaware of how his power works (in the vein of It Suits Me) and the other where the controller is an imp making mischief. Both take place on college campuses.

• Two stories in my Lost Time theme. Both about 5k and probably will be 2-3x that size when finished. They overlap too much after the setups which aren't compatible. Not sure how that will play out. Funny thing: One of them started as a 1k story that I was considering putting out over a year ago. I put it off and put it off and that story bloomed to 4k on my European vacation back in May. All this could have been avoided if I'd published it sooner. :)

• And none of that includes finishing the Dude Gals saga. :) :) Or, part 4 of I'm With The Band. And maybe returning to the Little Witch stories (Bizarre Day 9 is a long time a-coming). Nor does it address getting back to The Truth, finishing Five-Minute Girl, or a host of other things I've mentioned and not finished due to jumping on the next idea. (And it doesn't include stories I've not mentioned that I wish were further along.)

• The 3D stuff is plodding along slowly and I'm trying not to spend all my time on that. I've been posting random image from that but nothing coherent like the "What's That Noise?" petrification story is close to ready. I'll probably finalize some character designs

Frankly, I think I'm having some mental health issues I should address.

TL;DR

Basically, I am going to fall back to once a week story releases for the foreseeable future. I still have 4 MANIPs in the queue so every other week there'll be that bonus. And I'm sure various 3D images will show up in the community chat.

Plasted! (part 2 of 2)

"Five years?!!" she was livid. "What do you mean 'five years'?!"

Henry thought about how beautiful she had looked a few moments ago. Her lips pursed, the corners upturned slightly in a smile. Her smooth legs adding power to her stance. She was wearing the outfit he had met her in all those years ago.

"Calm down," he said uselessly. "I know it's hard to believe. But I made a miscalculation five years ago and you had to pay for it. But it's not as bad as you think."

"How good could it be?" She sank back into the chair. "What about my apartment? My family? What am I going to do?"

"Now, let me tell you what happened so you can calm down." He sat next to her. "Look around. This isn't the same house you entered five years ago. A lot has happened. Did I mention that you're rich."

"Rich?"

"Here's how it happened."

Henry set his stopwatch and started making a few calculations. Beth had been standing there for just a minute when Henry's phone rang. He went upstairs to answer the phone.

A few hours later, he rushed down the stairs. He had forgotten about Beth. When he hit the bottom of the stairs he felt even worse. She was still immobile. The stopwatch read six hours, twenty-two minutes. His heart sank. What could he have done wrong? He went over his notes again and again. Days passed and still Beth was Plasted.

"Plasted?" she asked.

"Sorry, I'm ahead of myself," Henry replied. "I've turned the stuff into a product called Plasted. It's very popular."

She eyed him skeptically, prompting him to continue.

Henry spent a week in deep depression. He did nothing but watch the immobile Beth hoping she would come out of it soon. After a week, he came to his senses and realized he had actually kidnapped her. He had to do something about that. He found the purse she had been wearing and found out where she lived. Over the course of the next few weeks he arranged for her to "move out" of the apartment. He moved her things into storage. He had her address changed to one of those mailbox stores where he registered her box with just her first initial.

After a couple months, no one knew where she was and no one knew that he knew where she was. He spent as much time as he could conducting more experiments on mice and cats and dogs when he discovered his error. The set amount of the compound was needed to overcome the subject's weight. After that, additional quantity of the compound maintained duration on an exponential scale. He had given her a dose that would last for years, he figured. He needed to perfect the scale so he searched for another test subject. That test subject became his wife.

Smiling he continued, "I met my wife, Janet, where I met you. She was doing your old job at the mall. I thought how lovely she was and that I wanted to talk to her. I used the same photography scam that I used to meet you and it worked again. But instead of telling her about Plasted, I told her about myself. We started dating and by the end of the week we both knew it was serious. That weekend she finally asked me about photography and I told her the whole truth. When I showed her your immobile form she demanded that she help me find a way to help you. So she became my next test subject."

Janet shivered and stumbled. Then she felt fine. "How long was that time, Dear?"

Henry held her close, "Four hours, seventeen minutes." He shook his head. "This is not working the same way it does with the mice. I thought that would only be three hours. I don’t understand it."

"Calm down, Dear. It will come to you. Let's go to the bedroom. I'm not in the mood for your science talk and you need to be distracted by something else."

Over the course of a few months, Henry's calculations became more exact. One day Janet came home from work and found him on the sofa upstairs instead of in the basement where she usually found him.

"I've got it. All of the test data fits perfectly." He pointed to a print out. It held a long curved line drawn over a logarithmic scale.

"You know I don't know how to read that."

"I had been trying to find a line to represent the duration but it turns out there is an absorption rate as well. That makes the duration a polynomial function."

"What does that mean?"

"It means I used so much of the compound on Beth over there that she will be immobilized for four years, eleven months, six days and some hours. I didn't calculate it that exactly. There's no point to it since I don't know the exact time she was immobilized. What am I supposed to do for her? What will I say to her when she wakes up?"

Janet calmed him down that evening. The next day she gave him an idea.

Henry spent the next year perfecting the compound. He removed the weight requirement from the mixture so that it would work on anybody for the same duration no matter what their body weight was. He removed the ecstasy effect from it so that it could be used by living mannequins more readily. Finally, he made a time release version of it so that the living mannequin could pose for a while change pose and re-immobilize. With that enhancement, Janet became a highly demanded living mannequin. No one could believe she could hold a pose for a few hours and then change it slightly and hold another pose for another few hours.

Living mannequins were calling like crazy to get Plasted. It was making so much money that Janet and Henry had to move into a new place. They got married in their new house. Several Plasted guests attended, so that Beth could also attend without undue attention.

Henry came up with another version of the ecstasy-inducing version, Plastasy that only Plasted someone for five seconds. He marketed it as an aphrodisiac and made a killing overseas. He made sure that if someone tampered with the Plastasy pill, it became inert. He did not want to hear that people we being Plasted and robbed.

"Six months ago, Janet suggested that we take you along on her jobs. Some of the stores were intrigued by the model that always used the same pose and never appeared out of character," he continued. "You've earned nearly $120,000 this year."

"I have?"

"Yep, it's all in your own savings accounts and retirement funds. You are also part owner of Quinn Pharmaceuticals. And we had $30 million is earnings just last quarter."

"This is all hard to believe."

"I know." He stood up. "Come with me." They got into his car and the driver took them down to the mall. The same mall he had first met her in. As they walked through the mall, Beth could not believe how striking many of the mannequins in the various storefronts looked. "Just about all of them are living mannequins," he pointed out.

She got up closer to one of them and noticed the lines in the fingers and one the face. That plastic looking person was a living person.

"Come over this way. I'll introduce you to Janet." In the store she use to work stood a statuesque woman. Henry would have called her, obviously Plasted. The living mannequin held one arm on her hip and the other was in front of her and she appeared to be blowing something off of her hand. "Beth, this is Janet."

CAP - Lil Black Book

Loved the pose. Made a quick caption.

Transcript

Maybe I should have gone with the spell on page 23 with the bigger boobs.

This one was marked with four and a half stars. The bigger boobs body was only four.

Maybe tomorrow.

I can be any of the woman in my little black book whenever I want.

The Transformation Inspector Four

Practice was over. Gregory picked up a towel to wipe some sweat from his face.

Thomas was about to towel off when a text arrived. “Son, I’ve got an emergency. Can you get a ride home?”

“No problem. Be careful out there.”

“I always am.”

When Thomas arrived at the scene, Joe approached with a grin on his face. “I can’t wait to hear why you are showing up to a crime scene looking like your wife.”

“I’ll tell you later. What’s the fuss?”

“Your man with the Gordian Knotted spells probably struck again. We’ve got three mannequin transformations that can’t be undone with standard spells. HQ sent out Amber and you know seers hate being sent out.”

“That bad?”

“The seer confirmed it’s your guy and that the spells can’t be reversed except by three separate rituals performed under separate full moons.

“It’ll take three months to restore them?”

“Given the other requirements, more like six. Each ritual also has a specific location requirement. One in Antarctica, one deep in the Amazon, and one at sea within the Arctic circle.”

“Seriously?”

“That last one is currently ice locked. Won’t be possible to get a ship to the location till May.” They entered the living room. “There’s not much to see here. But I figured you’d want to see the scene before we removed the mannequins and while stuff is mostly untouched.”

“Thanks. I’ll look around.”

“When you’re done, we’re gonna go get coffee, Mrs. Ryder.”

She just shook her head and entered the house. The three mannequins were identical and faceless. Presumably the guild would only be able to identify the victims through divination magic as well. She spent some time casting every sensory spell she knew. Just before giving up, she cast an ultraviolet sensing spell. Written on the wall of the living room was a message. She called Joe back into the room.

“If you stop looking for me, I won’t transform anyone else until you successfully release the first five mannequins I had to abandon. Otherwise, the next spell knot will require someone alive to die to release the others. Your move.”

“That’s going to involve a lot meetings with the higher up,” Joe said.

“Twenty-seven,” the seer, Amber, said as she entered.

“Coffee?”

Moments later at an all-night diner, “Let me get this straight,” said Amber. She put down the coffee cup she just drank from. “You turned your daughter’s boyfriend into a woman because they were spending time in your daughter’s bedroom. Yet, there was no evidence of any hanky-panky going on. And now they’re switching genders for the rest of their lives?”

“Yes.”

“Your son wants his marriage dance, traditionally with his mother, to be with you because if he were still a woman, she would have danced with her father?”

“Yes.”

“And they aren’t getting married for another year?”

“Right.”

“You’re up to speed,” Joe said. “The question is why are you a woman now?”

“Dancing lessons,” Amber said.

“Yes, Gregory insists we have to rule the dance floor,” Thomas said.

“So, petty revenge plays a part in this,” Amber said.

“Obviously.”

“How does Sonia feel about this?”

“She thoroughly enjoys when we body swap. She’s probably got some kind of seduction planned for when I get home.”

Amber laughed.

“You and her have sex when swapped?” Joe said.

Sonia’s face gave Amber an imploring look.

“Sorry, I am cursed to tell the truth.”

“Really?”

“What’s going on?” Joe said.

“You’re partner here is leaving out the part of the story where she enjoys having ‘Thomas’ do her far more than might be considered average and she’s excited to dance with Gregory.”

“You little slut.”

“I will go to HR and file a complaint, Joe.”

“Worth it. Who would have guessed all it takes to get prim and proper Thomas to loosen up is giving her a vagina?”

“I should never have answered the text.”

“Wouldn’t have helped,” Amber said “I didn’t know why I would be laughing in this restaurant tonight. But the vision I experienced yesterday matches what I’m seeing now perfectly. And you will look stunning in the metallic lamé, periwinkle dress.”

  *

Thomas and Sonia lay in bed, their hearts racing, their bodies glistening with sweat. “Did you confess that we’ve been doing this every Saturday night for a couple decades now?”

“God, no.”

“You may as well. Joe’s going to razz you for months anyway. No use chancing him finding out about our weekly swap and getting razzed for an additional number of months at a later date.”

“I’ll take it under advisement.”

Sonia ran a finger around one of her body’s nipples. “You could experience this every night. We could swap in solidarity with our son. Until the wedding.”

“Begone foul tempter.”

“Drat. I far prefer being a foul temptress. Switch us back.”

Their bodies shimmered. It was now Thomas touching his wife’s nipple. “You were still erect?”

“Yes. And you know how ready my body is. What are you waiting for?”

He reached across her body so they could kiss. She shifted her legs to make it easier for him to get on top of her.

  *

Thomas was in the kitchen making a batch of scrambled eggs when Becky entered the kitchen. “Good morning, Mr. Ryder.”

“That’s a bit awkward,” he said. “Could you grab some plates?”

She set several plates down on the table and put one in front of her seat and another where Thomas usually sat. “Awkward?”

“Call me Thomas or Dad. You’ll be part of the family soon.”

“Okay, Thomas.”

He dished out some eggs to each plate and sat down. “I didn’t think you two were serious for a long time.”

“We’re very serious.”

“I know. Do you want to know how I know?”

“I am curious.”

“Look at what you are wearing. Grace never dressed like that. Grace would wear something more Bohemian chic and frankly far more revealing. I’ve never seen you in such styles except when you were borrowing Grace’s clothes. You prefer more conservative clothes, layered more uniformly than the freer Boho style.”

“How does that make me serious?”

“You are your own woman. And you act that way. I suspect, and I have no desire to find out. I suspect if you and Greg broke up, you would remain Rebecca.”

“And Greg?”

“I think you know the answer to that.”

She nodded. “Did Greg get the desire to be a fashion designer from you?”

“No, no. I only dabble in understanding fashion. When Greg was younger, we would watch that fashion design runway competition show together. I had to learn a bit about style to keep up with her… his questions about the show.”

Greg entered the room and gave his father a hug before grabbing a plate and taking some eggs. “It’s okay if you say her when you’re referring to things Grace did with her Daddy.”

Thomas was touched. “I should get it right all the time.”

“Right is relative,” Greg said.

“Your mother is going to be mad she missed this conversation.”

Greg and Thomas nodded.

  *

“It’s not like we have any leads as it is,” said Thomas, in his own body.

“We’re going to just leave those five women stuck?” Joe said.

“For now. It gives us time to undo the twenty-seven people found at the pool party and the three women found last week.”

“And once we free these people, how do we ask them about what happened to them without triggering our perp’s threat?”

“Not sure. We don’t have to cross that bridge today. Besides, there’s only been thirteen meetings about this. We still have fourteen to go if Amber was right.”

“I forgot about that.”

“Is that a coincidence?”

“What?”

“Twenty-seven. The alias Bernard Folkwell lived at 27 Henhouse Road. There were twenty-seven mannequins in the pool party.”

“That’s two. Two is usually a coincidence,” Joe said. “You aren’t thinking Amber’s predicted number of meetings is significant are you?”

“Should we ignore it?”

“Maybe if we find another twenty-seven. And you have to investigate it without being found out. During meeting eight of the first thirteen meetings we were told it was highly likely the threat delivered was highly possible.”

Thomas was looking through emails. “Check this out. Count all the unique people in those first eight meetings.”

“Twenty-seven. Fuck. So, in the meeting where the threat was determined to be very high, the twenty-seventh guild member was looped into this mess.”

“Looped into the meetings about the mess specifically. We had a bunch of people on the ground dealing with the entire issue up to that point.”

“Still seems a bit specious.”

“Yes, it does. Don’t tell anyone. I’ll follow this lead myself.”

“I have no idea what we’ve been talking about.”

“Good man.”

  *

Thirteen people attended the fourteenth meeting. Before it began, Thomas interrupted.

“Before this meeting starts, I have a few things to announce.”

“We’ll miss you, Thomas,” Amber said.

He smiled. “Thanks. But, a bit too early. I was about to say I am resigning from the Guild.”

“I knew.”

“My resignation starts immediately after I make two requests:

“One. Further review of the Mannequin Maker’s ultraviolet request reveals that it can be used as part of a wizard’s pack. The Guild would have to make a public statement to the effect that they acknowledge the Mannequin Maker’s conditions. Once that happens, the Guild would be incapable of continued investigation into the identity or whereabouts of the Maker and the Maker would be barred from creating more mannequins until the original five mannequins were fully restored.

“I recommend the Guild put out a public statement after my resignation is approved.

“Two. I would request that the original five mannequins be placed in the care of a third party organization such as the company my son formed last night. His organization plans to display the mannequins in plain sight so the terms of the pact made between the Maker and the Guild can be confirmed at any time.

“Coincidentally, annual cost for the storage would be equal to my final annual salary. If these conditions are met, I will leave immediately and I would also recommend that this meeting not take place.”

“Thomas came to me with this idea last night,” Arthur said. Arthur was the Transformations Division head. “I have approved all of this. Thomas, your desk is being cleaned out right now. Meredith is consulting with Legal about issuing the statement. Let me be the second to say, we will miss you around here.”

“Thanks.”

“And unless there are objections, this meeting is adjourned.”

Everyone in the meeting offered Thomas their well wishes or thanks for his service. Joe was the last. “You didn’t warn me about this.”

“Arthur’s office and this room are guarded against eavesdropping. I didn’t want to chance the Maker finding out about this before the statement is issued.”

“You’re going to continue working on the case.”

“Not at all,” Thomas said with a smile on his face. “You will find out that anyone who ask me will tell you I’m retiring early.”

“Of course.”

  *

“You okay?”

“Yeah. Handing in my badge was harder than I thought it would be.”

“I’m guessing since you switched us, you want to have sex.”

“Actually, no. I just want you to hold me.”

“Okay. Let me take you into my strong masculine arms.”

“Don’t make it weird.”

Sonia held his wife in his arms until they both fell asleep.

When they woke in the morning, Sonia received her first morning wood oral sensation. Thomas was lazily sucking on the cock she was most familiar with. When she heard him stir, she increased her effort.

“I can’t believe you’re doing that,” Sonia said.

“I’ve never asked you to do something I wasn’t willing to do,” Thomas said haltingly.

“I’d like to continue this a bit more missionary style.”

“I’m happy to do that as well.” As they changed positions, she added, “I don’t have anywhere to be today.”

“Yes, I will need my body back for work, preferably without a fresh load of cum in its mouth.”

“Are you implying I would cancel our swap spell at an unseemly time?”

“No, but even if you swallow, I’d still taste it after the swap.”

“I’m fairly certain I could have brushed your teeth before we swapped back.”

“Do you want me to cum in your mouth?”

“I’m happy with anything you want to do.”

“Maybe you should have retired sooner.”

When they were done, Thomas got out of bed first. “I’ll take your shower for you. Wouldn’t want to return you to a soiled body.”

Sonia rolled his eyes. “How considerate.” He got up and made due with using the toilet and washing his face at the sink before going to the kitchen. Gregory and Rebecca were there.

“Hi, Mom,” Gregory said.

“How did you know?”

“You don’t walk like Dad. We made eggs and bacon if you’d like to eat.”

“No, I’ll wait. If I eat now, I’ll feel funny when I eat in my own body. I’ll just have some juice. I don’t think Thomas will want coffee this morning.”

“It’s going to be odd to see him around here all day,” Becca said.

“I’m sure he’ll spend most of his time doing research in his office.”

“I know he quit his job so he could continue doing his job. But he should take a day off.”

“Don’t tell me, Greg. Tell him.”

Sonia’s voice called out from the stairs. “Ready to swap?”

“Yes,” Thomas’ body responded.

He picked up the glass. “Juice? Good call. Hello, kids.”

“Hi, Dad.”

“Hi, Thomas.”

Sonia entered the kitchen. She was fully dressed and ready to go to work. She gave Thomas a kiss and sat down. Greg put plates of food in front of them both. “What are you plans for your first day off in forever, Dad?”

“I’m going to do nothing today. I haven’t done nothing in a long time. Tomorrow we will receive the mannequins and I have some plans for that. But today, other than some Internet surfing, I have no plans.”

“We should take you to lunch,” Becca said.

“We should.”

“I’d love to go.”

  *

The three of them went to lunch a bit early to accommodate Becky’s work schedule. They sat at a booth in an Italian restaurant the family used to visit far more often than had in recent years.

“Why did you pick this place?” Thomas said.

“Two reasons. We haven’t been here in a while,” Gregory said. “And it is close to one of the stores I’m targeting.”

“For the mannequins? Great.”

“Not because of the transformation over there?”

“Huh?” Gregory and Becky weren’t sure what Thomas was referring to. Looking where he was looking, there was a bas relief style mural on the wall. The figure of a woman was the prominent part of the mural that stuck out from the wall.

“The peasant woman?” Becky said.

“She’s alive. I think she can tell we’re all looking at her.”

Becky gave the figure a little wave.

“Oh, of course,” a man who just approached their table said. “Signor Ryder would know about Francesca's mural.”

“Luigi, it’s been too long. That’s your daughter, Francesca?”

“Sì. She is merged into the mural by a friend. Once a year, during the winter holidays, we get to see her smiling face and then after New Year’s, she part of the scenery again.”

“She was only twelve the last time I saw her?”

“That’s because you only order take out.”

“My apologies Luigi. I will tell Sonia and she’ll ensure we show up here more often.”

“Grazie, Thomas.”

After lunch, Becky and Gregory kissed good bye and she went to work.

Gregory led Thomas on foot to a nearby clothing store. As they reached the store front, Gregory said, “Here it is. What do you think?”

“Seriously, this is the place?” He looked at the store front and was not surprised that the building number was 2727. No reason to tell Gregory that. He said, “I think you picked this store because they already do transformations.”

“I knew you’d notice.” Gregory said. A very realistic mannequin stood behind the display window of the store. He pointed to it. “That’s Alicia. I’ve known her for a while.”

“Is she the one who asked me about a permanent transformation when she was like fourteen or fifteen?”

“That’s her.”

“Gregory! Is this your father?”

Gregory embraced the man exiting the shop. “Michael, meet my father, Thomas.”

“It is a pleasure to meet you Inspector. Please come in.”

“I’m not an inspector any longer,” Thomas said. “Strange as that is to say.”

“Life is all about change. Certainly a fellow transmuter knows that.”

“You’re licensed?”

“Once a cop, always a cop. Yes, I’m licensed. Would you like to restore Alicia? She would be thrilled.”

“You want me to turn her back to human?”

“Yes, she had an excellent idea.”

In a blink, Alicia was human. Conspiratorially, she said, “We should talk in the office. Good to see you, Gregory. And it’s been a while since I last saw you, Mr. Ryder.”

“You’re an adult now. You can call me Thomas.” Michael closed the door to the office. After they sat down, Thomas said, “What’s so secret?”

“Michael, light the candle.”

“Okay.” Michael took an old candle out of the bottom drawer of his desk. He placed it on the desk and lit it.

“You have a screening candle? What’s so important?”

Michael said, “When Gregory came to me about storing five living mannequins, my team, headed by Alicia, became very curious. From what we understand, the five mannequins cannot be restored by simple means.”

“Yes. All of them have to be restored at once and one of the subjects has no desire to stop being a mannequin.”

“Just like me,” Alicia said.

“You still want to be transformed permanently?”

“Well, maybe for a few decades, or so. The idea we had was, what if you substituted different people into the existing spell in order to remove the women who want to return to the living?”

“That would be simple enough based on what I know of the enchantment. That’s brilliant. Do you have four volunteers?”

Michael and Alicia frowned, “Just three. But maybe word of mouth could solve that.”

“Or maybe a rotating group of women could take turns that weren’t years at a time.”

“I wonder if Francesca would be interested,” Gregory said.

They told Michael and Alicia who Francesca was.

“This is an excellent turn of events. Let’s create some contracts and make it legal.”

Plasted! (part 1 of 2)

Author's Notes: According to the file date, this story file was created in August of 2000. Back then, when I started a new story, I had a bad habit of using save as on an existing story to create a new story file. So that date is suspicious to me. More factually valid is that the first release of this story to my tumblr happened in May of 2012, with part two a year later. You can tell this is an old story as Henry has a landline in part 2.

The mouse was moving. Henry dropped his notepad and rushed over to the lab bench. He picked the mouse up and examined it. It seemed no worse for its ordeal. He put it back in its cage and picked up his composition book. "Ignore prior entry. Death did not occur. Some form of plasticized suspended animation occurred instead."

Henry turned around and went over to the compound jar. He did not know how it had turned the mouse to plastic and then back to normal, but he was going to find out.

Over the next few days he administered a variety of doses to his mice. All of them reacted the same way: freezing in place, their flesh taking on a plastic feel and hardness. Sometimes it would last for minutes, sometimes for hours. But every time they turned back to normal, they would shiver. He thought it might have something to do with their body temperature but none of his experiments with the lab’s thermal imaging system were conclusive. He also noticed that if he trained the mice to move a certain direction when they heard a certain noise, when he played the noise while they were plasted (as he started calling it) they would move that way after they returned to normal. He needed a human test subject, but he did not know where he would find one.

A few weeks later, Henry was shopping at the mall minding his own business when he noticed a small crowd pointing and talking in front of a woman’s clothing store. Curiosity got the better of him and he entered the crowd. In the window of the store was a single mannequin wearing something he guessed was fashionable. He could not figure out what everyone was looking at until he heard someone say, "Told you it was a real person." A few people left the crowd. He looked again at the mannequin and it had changed position. Something clicked in his mind and he entered the store.

He went up to the clerk and asked, pointing at the storefront window, "Is that very common? Having a someone stand in the window, pretending to be a mannequin?"

"It is becoming common," the clerk replied.

"Why? Does it help sales?"

"Oh, absolutely. Look at that crowd. We get more walk-ins when we have a living mannequin in the window. Besides, people like seeing what the clothes look like on a real person."

"A living mannequin? Is that what she calls herself?"

"Yes. I need to help a customer. Is there anything else I can help you with?"

"Oh, no, thanks."

Henry left the store and found a bench not far from the store to watch the living mannequin. She changed pose every fifteen to twenty minutes. Every time she did, the gathered crowd would disperse a little. He spent most of his time trying to figure out how to meet her without sounding like a nut.

After spending two hours watching her, he came up with a plan. He went down to the mall card store and printed a few business cards. He ran a few more errands before returning to the clothing store. He waited until he saw the sales clerk he spoke to earlier go into the back room before approaching the other clerk.

"May I help you?" she asked.

"Yes, I'm a photographer and I was hoping you might give my card to the live model in the front window when you get a chance." He handed her the business card. "I'm hoping to make use of her experience as a living mannequin in a set of photos I'm going to take."

"Oh, I'm sure she'll be interested. I'll give it to her when her shift is over."

"Thank you. Tell her to call me so we can set of a lunch meeting."

"I will."

"Thanks again."

Coolly, he hoped, he turned and left the store. He drove home in anticipation.

The phone rang, again. He had to make himself wait a second so it would not seem like he had been waiting for the phone call. "Hello?"

"Hi, I'm looking for Quinn Photography Studios. Is this the right number?"

"Yes, this is Henry."

"Hi, you left your card at the mall yesterday. My name's Beth. You said you had a modeling job."

"Yes, would you like to meet for lunch tomorrow to discuss it?"

"I won't be available tomorrow. How about right now at a diner?"

"Oh, um, okay. Where would you like to meet?"

"Do you know the diner on 14th street?"

"Yes."

"How about we meet in about fifteen minutes there?"

"Okay, I'll see you there."

"Bye."

He hung up the phone in disbelief. That had been pretty easy. Now he just had to decide how he would tell her the truth.

He arrived at the diner in ten minutes and got a quiet booth. He saw her enter and called out to her, "Beth!"

Hearing him, she headed for his booth. She was prettier in person than he remembered. He indicated that she should sit down, then joined her. She was wearing a tight, white sweater and a short, denim skirt. Her hair was brushed back in a ponytail. He had not noticed her shoes. "Weren't you?" she asked.

"What?" he was startled. He had not heard what she had just said.

"You were watching me from a bench in the mall for like an hour, weren't you?" She smiled playfully.

"Yes, I was," he admitted.

"You aren't a photographer, either. Are you?" She was not smiling as much now.

"Sorry, no. But this isn't a date. I have a business proposition for you."

She had been about to get up, but she figured this proposition might be amusing.

"Proposition? What king of proposition?"

"I'm a scientist and I think I've invented something that would make it easier for you to do your job."

She stopped leaning and sat down normally again. He had caught her by surprise. "Easier how?"

"Well, as I was observing you yesterday, I noticed that every time you changed pose the gathered crowd would disperse. They were only waiting for you to move. Well, what if you went an hour or two without moving? More people might go into the store."

"There's no way I could hold a pose for two hours," she said, shaking her head. "Muscle fatigue would set in after the first hour."

"Not with my invention."

"What does your invention do?"

"Well, you would have to see it. But I've had a subject stand perfectly still for two hours without any ill effects."

"Really?"

"Yes. You could come to my lab and see for yourself."

"Is it far from here?"

"Um, no. Just a few minutes from here."

"Let's go."

They got up. He left a couple of bucks even though they hadn’t ordered anything. On the street he talked about the immobilizing capabilities of the compound. He told her that his lab was in his basement. As they entered his home, he told her that he was hoping he could turn his invention into a product. He did not tell her that the other test subjects were mice.

"Mice?" She stared at him incredulously. "You've never tested this on humans?"

"Um, no." He had closed the door to the basement behind him and now he was not sure whether he should have bolted it. "I know it sounds dangerous but watch what happens to the mouse."

He picked up a cage and took the mouse out. He placed the mouse in the center area of a maze and rubbed its back until the mouse lay down. Then, he moved a few grains of his compound to a scale with a pair of tweezers until he had a certain reading on the scale. From there, he scooped it into an eyedropper mixed with water. He placed the eyedropper into the mouse's mouth and squeezed, tapping the mouse on the rear.

The mouse stood up and took a few steps. Then it stopped, motionless.

Henry stepped back and bumped into Beth, who had been watching intently over his shoulder. "Here," he said picking the mouse up. "Feel him."

Beth took the frozen mouse in her hand. Its hair was soft like normal hair but its body was solid as if it had been made of molded plastic. The skin even had sheen like plastic. "If I hadn't seen it move before, I'd have sworn this was just some kind of toy or something." She turned it over tried to move its limbs gently. "I don't know if this would help my job. But I might try it."

"You will?"

"Well," she said directly, "you don't get into the living mannequin business without having fantasies about being made of plastic."

"This turns you on?"

She nodded.

He reached out for the mouse. She handed it to him and he put it down. He looked at his watch. "It should turn back to normal in a moment."

They waited silently. After a moment, the mouse seemed to lean forward, and then it shivered. The shivering stopped after a second and the mouse continued walking as if nothing had happened.

"What was that shiver?"

"I don't know," he admitted. "I’ve done temperature tests, intelligence tests, motor skills tests and none of the tests indicate that the mouse has been harmed by the procedure. Since the mouse cannot speak, I don't know what the shiver means."

She said nothing for a moment. Then she said, "Let's do it. Let's do it now before I change my mind."

"Are you sure?"

"No, but let's do it."

"Okay, I need to know your weight so I can measure out a proper dose." He pointed to a corner. "There's a scale over there."

She went over to the scale and he took down her weight and made a few calculations on a piece of paper. He measured out some of the compound and pulled it into a fresh eyedropper.

He turned back to her. She was standing in one of the poses she had used in the mall. "Tip your head back," he instructed. "Ready?"

"Yes."

He put the dropper in her mouth and squeezed. She closed her mouth after he took it out and she steadied herself.

He watched as she solidified, her skin taking on a plastic sheen. He snapped a couple pictures of her. After a little over a minute, she shifted position and shuddered. "OOoo," she moaned and then she stood up straight.

"Well, how do you feel?" He asked impatiently.

"Oh." She looked around and spotted a stool. Noticing her gaze he helped her onto the stool. "That felt incredible."

"Incredible? Incredible? Incredible how?"

"First, it felt like a big skin-tight glove was sliding onto my body then I felt nothing. I remember not being able to move and it being a little boring but then there was this warmth throughout my body and suddenly I was orgasming uncontrollably. Right as the orgasm ended the immobility ended and I couldn't help but shudder in pleasure." She wiped her forehead. "That felt so good."

"An orgasm? I never thought to measure the mice's sexual level."

"Well, you should have," she paused. "How long was I immobilized?"

"Only ninety seconds or so."

"That's all?"

"I intended for it to last five minutes. So I guess more of the compound is absorbed by a human. If you'll do it again, I could make some calculations to more accurately gauge the duration."

"Like I would say no," she laughed. "If you can separate the orgasmic part from the immobilizing part, you could make a lot of money selling drugs."

"I have a confession," he grinned. "That's a bonus. The immobility was always the goal of this research. I liked watching you stand there."

"Well, thank you."

“Here, look at the pictures I took while I prepare another eyedropper.”

“Wow, my skin looks so unreal.”

"I think this will either last five minutes or about an hour."

"That's not very reassuring."

"I know. I only added a little bit to the prior dose so it should not last too long. Okay?"

"Okay. Do it."

He squirted it into her waiting mouth. She placed her left hand one her hip, bent her right arm with her hand at the height of her mouth and pursed her lips as if she was blowing something out of her open hand. Suddenly, she felt a certain tightness and was immobilized.

Hotel Dolls

Terrance entered the hotel with nervous energy. He didn't know what to expect. The hotel was new in town and it boasted over thirty Companion Dolls on premise. Companion Dolls, Ltd. was a company that rented companions nightly at participating hotels. The dolls were extremely high quality. You had to pass minimum income requirements to rent them because you also signed a waiver making you financially responsible for any damage done to the doll.

Terrance went to the lobby kiosk to register for a doll. He was fairly rich and qualified for Titanium Status, the highest status. Even so, his first rental was restricted to Gold Status. Status level didn't apply to which dolls he could choose from, all the dolls were available at all statuses. Status applied to which doll features he could access.

He was directed into a private room where on one wall two very large flat screens were arranged vertically side-by-side. On the right screen the life-sized image of a beautiful woman appeared. She was doll-like in appearance: her joints were doll jointed, her face was overly made up, her breasts seemed too round, etc.

On the left panel, it said this blond doll was Susie, Age: 25, 5’7”, 130 lbs, 36D/25/37, likes: n/a, dislikes: n/a. There was a button labeled “Choose Doll Level” below which it said, Basic. Next to that it said, “Basic Doll Features: lifelike texture; self-lubricating; no personality features.” Basic Susie cost $300 for two hours or $1100 overnight.

He pressed the level button. It switched to Extended. The screen indicated that Extended level required Silver Status. This added two features: realistic sucking action and realistic vaginal squeezing. The price rose to $400 or $1500.

The next level, Extended+ added realistic moaning for $450 or $1650. He pressed through the remaining two levels, both of which required Gold Status: Bimbo Doll and Slutty Doll. These levels were both $600 or $2200 and featured the Doll talking to the renter. Their personalities were limited. The image of Susie was also much less doll-like at this level.

Terrance really wasn't interested in Susie's look. He pressed the arrow on the right and was presented a different Doll. The dolls varied in size, ethnicity, body shape, etc. It was obvious these were based on real people. When the women were turned into dolls they weren't enhanced very much by the process. He wondered why these beautiful women would become dolls. He wondered how much their cut of the fee was.

He stopped flipping at a brunette woman, Prudence – Age: 23, 5’9”, 128 lbs, 35C/23/34. Even as a doll, she seemed very toned. Her eyes were an amazing shade of sky blue. He immediately selected Slutty Doll and paid for two hours. He had somewhere to be later that evening or he'd have paid for the whole night.

The display showed him a choice of room settings. The choices beyond Basic hotel decor included an upcharge. He didn't think he needed a fancy room to fuck a doll.

He left the booth and went up to his room. The Doll was on the bed as he entered. If it could move, it would be hard to distinguish it from a real woman. It was posed legs together, arms at its side, face staring up at the ceiling. He stepped close to the bed. The doll's mouth was wide open. The eyes of the doll shifted, looking straight at him. It said, “Do you want me to leave my mouth open and start fucking me there?”

“You talk?”

“Hard to be slutty if you can't talk. What should I call you? Sugar Daddy? Fuck Face? His Royal Cock? Tim? Your choice.”

“Tim sounds good.”

“Okay, Tim Sounds Good, you only have 114 minutes left. You might want to get those clothes off. I love having my tits rubbed. Or you could start by fucking me.”

He dropped his pants and held his cock up where the doll could see it.

“Oo, that makes me wet and salivate. Put that thing inside me.”

“Can you move?” He said as he spread the doll's legs and rubbed the tip of his cock on the doll's not quite anatomically correct but functional labia.

“Just the mouth, you tease. Put it in. Your slutty fuck doll wants you to pound it through the bed to the floor.”

“Doubt I can do that.” He pushed into the doll. Though it looked artificial, it felt completely real. As he worked, he said, “Are you fully scripted?”

“What do you mean?”

“This is the Slutty Doll. How much Prudence is there and how much Doll is there?”

The doll laughed. “No one's ever cared to ask. I can run the script if you like. I've worked as a Companion Doll for three years.” She paused to moan. “Do that some more. Um, scripts, yeah, new girls are restricted to the awful scripts. I'm allowed to stray. Do you want a mindless series of ‘Oh, baby. Yes. You're so big. I love when you do me like that.’ And so on?”

“Actually I find this behind the scenes info hot.”

“Oh, do you, baby? I can tell you lots of things you'd never know. Like the painted on collar around my neck.” She moaned again. “Two black strips with a gold strip between them indicates I'm a Gold Status Doll. Top black stripe means limited or no mobility. Bottom black stripe means I'm currently rented.”

“Are those moans real?”

“Yes, not that you should believe me. I can lie to you.”

“Does that mean I'm not ‘so big?’” he attempted to imitate her voice when he quoted her.

“I've seen bigger and I've called much smaller ‘so big.’ If you must know, you are above average with good girth. Using it well is usually better than size.”

“Usually?”

“I've been fucked by massive dicks who knew what to do with their enormous cocks. Those experiences I almost feel bad for charging them.” Her eyes fluttered as she moaned, “Are you trying to get me off for real?”

“Why not?”

“I'm not complaining. You should know I'm close, then.”

He stroked in and out of her harder and she moaned more. She even reverted to the slutty banter a few times. She orgasmed. As her vaginal canal squeezed him, he came as well.

“What was with the ‘oo, baby' talk?” He said.

“I may have lost control and reverted to the scripted experience.”

“Is that a lie? Or was I that good?”

“You decide,” she said with a grin. “You still have 70 minutes.”

“How are your blow jobs?”

“Decent. Hard to make them amazing when I can't move anything but my mouth and tongue.”

“Can't override the immobility with your seniority?”

“Look at you vying for the free upgrade. Oh, I'm your first CD. I'm honored. Next time you visit, pick a Platinum or higher plan and I'll be sure to give you a blow no living woman will ever surpass.”

“Hard sell. I kind of like it. How about a best effort preview?”

“A slutty doll like me loves a mouthful of dick.”

As the two hour limit approached, he was fucking her pussy again.

“How much time?”

“Fi- fi- oh, God, five minutes. I usually j- oh just say this. Yes! But you're truly fucking a- a- amazing.”

They both came before the deadline. He was collapsed against her.

“Do you crush you non-doll companions normally?”

“Oh, no, sorry,” He said rolling off her.

“I was just teas–” She froze mid sentence. After a few moments, her body started to move, returning to how he originally found it when he arrived.

The doll's mouth moved, but a man's voice said, “Thanks for your rental of Slutty Prudence. You have 26 minutes to vacate the room or an additional fee will be charged to your account. Please refrain from touching the doll now that the rental is complete.”

He got dressed and left.

A week later he returned to the hotel. He could not find Prudence in the list of Dolls. He accessed a search feature that showed him dolls in use. Prudence was on an overnight shift as a Basic Doll. What a waste, he thought. He left the booth and asked about scheduling a Companion Doll. He scheduled a Platinum evening with Prudence. She would be fully mobile. He had a choice of two personality profiles: escort or girlfriend. He chose girlfriend.

When he arrived for his appointment, he was told to go straight to his room and knock. After he knocked, the door opened. Prudence stood at the door. She was dressed in blue lingerie, blue sheer stockings, and blue high heels. He noticed her neck had three stripes: red, gray, and black top to bottom. “It's great to see you, Tim.” She stepped forward and kissed him.

He cupped her ass with his hand as he returned the kiss.

“Someone's frisky,” she said. “Come in.”

Platinum level rentals received an automatic room upgrade. The room was a suite. The living room had several sofas and chairs. A mahogany bar lined one wall, stocked with top shelf bottles.

“I guess you enjoyed being teased by me,” she said. “Sometimes switching off mid sentence is sad.”

“What's that like? Switching off?”

“You either get used to it or you quit. It's really no different than being a Basic rental. You're just along for the ride.”

“You enjoy being an inert object.”

“Sometimes. I've considered disallowing the inert modes. But I'd make far less money. There are more men and women who buy the Basic level doll than the other plans combined. Your two rentals have been half of my non-Basic rentals this month.”

“Really?”

“Guys who buy above Basic tend to go with the bustier dolls: Susie, Emma, and especially Heidi. She is rarely in storage.”

“What's storage like?”

“Are you really that interested? It's storage. The CDs are set to Basic level and we stand in rows in a small featureless room until rented. Once rented, we are modified if necessary and we go to the designated room. Gold and lower dolls walk into the room, lie down on the bed, and wait.

“Platinum and higher dolls have more latitude once they get to the room and with what they wear, as you saw.

“It's not as dystopian as it sounds. We can all communicate with each other when we're in storage. We have Internet access to stay in touch with family and friends. The dolls gossip about the renters mostly. Everyone is hoping you'll rent them after I told them about your first rental.”

“I'm famous among sex dolls. Cool.”

“Speaking of sex,” she said, unbuttoning his shirt. “I can't wait to experience sex with you as a participant.”

“Should I be charging you?”

“That's not legal unless you're a doll. And that wouldn't be good for your cock,” she said, reaching down his pants to grab hold of it.

“You're pretty frisky for a girlfriend.”

“I usually play the girlfriend more coyly. But I'm far too interested in fucking you.”

“Sounds like I should ask you to go on script to get the proper girlfriend experience I paid for.”

She was shocked by his words.

“Gotcha,” he said. “Off script is better.”

“You ass. I almost believed you.” She put her hands on the sides of his head and pulled him close. “For at least the next hour, you're getting the sluttiest girlfriend ever. We can do regular girlfriend stuff after you've fucked me silly.”

Nothing else was said as he did as she demanded. Almost two hours later, he lay on his back with her head on his chest. Her finger traced circles on his abs.

“That was amazing,” she said.

“Isn't that supposed to be the renter's line?”

“Snooze you lose,” she said with a laugh. “Tell me about yourself, Tim. No real girlfriend? I don't buy it.”

“I'm seeing someone. We aren't serious unless she hasn't told me we are.”

“Is she like that? I have a few friends who mess up relationships with that bullshit.”

“So if you were her and I was doing her doll body, you wouldn't mind?”

“Depends on if we're serious. Or if you invite me along or not.”

He laughed. “You'd rent a CD with your lover?”

“Sure. Safer than a normal threesome.”

“Noted.”

They talked about their lives. When he said he was an investor she laughed. When he asked why, she said, “I'm always worried when someone your age rents me at this level that they're a gangster. Older renters are politicians, businessmen being wooed by salesmen, old money, etc.”

“I'm glad you aren’t afraid of me.”

“They also tend to be violent. I don’t feel the pain but I do experience the emotional part.”

“That’s terrible.”

“Don't feel bad for the slutty doll. I make good money, have no expenses, and there's decent or better sex. In eight years, I might retire. My profile says I'm 23. That was my age when I became a doll. I was born 26 years ago. When i retire, I'll still look 23.”

“And the doll thing is reversible?”

“Almost entirely. Although Titanium is the top rental status…”

“How is it different from Platinum?”

“I can't leave this room. I'll drop to the ground inert if I leave. At Titanium level, I can go anywhere. I'm still beholden to my renter, not controlled, unless that's part of the personality, but otherwise I can go anywhere, do anything. Titanium rentals sometimes last for weeks.

“When a doll retires, they're placed in Diamond status, fully autonomous with no renter. Aside from the white choker tattoo, they're physically indistinguishable from any other woman.

“The internal Internet access remains. And you can modify yourself with an app if you miss being more doll-like.”

Terrance rented Prudence a couple more times. He started receiving emails from the other dolls, offering him a free Gold Status rental.

He took up the offer from Emma. While her rental was fantastic, she wasn't Prudence. Emma was the envy of the other girls until he purchased another rental with Prudence.

Terrance only rented dolls on Sunday nights because his girlfriend wasn't interested in going out on Sunday nights. They would usually go out on Saturdays and Tuesdays. One of them might visit the other during the week. On Fridays, they would meet up with her friends at a bar they'd been visiting for years.

One Friday night, Misty shouted, “Hey, look who it is?”

“Who?” Russell said.

“There. It's Pru,” Rachel said.

“Pru?” Terrance said. He was shocked that he recognized the woman. A series of white, blue-gray, and black stripes ran around her neck like a tattoo.

“Hey, guys,” Prudence said. She gave hugs to everyone. She gave Terrance a big hug. “Who's the new guy?”

“Oh, Terrance, this is Pru, our slutty doll friend. Pru, my boyfriend, Terrance,” Rachel said.

“It's a pleasure to meet you Ti- Terrance.”

“Likewise.”

“You escape?” Misty said.

“No, my renter is over there. I told him I saw some friends and he said I could stop by.”

“How nice of him,” Terrance said.

“Is he Tim?” Rachel said. “You need to retire and make that man happy for free.”

“Who's Tim?” Russell said.

“Some Pretty Woman, Richard Gere wannabe,” Misty said. “He's been renting Pru weekly for several months.”

“Tim is a great guy. Any woman would be proud to be with– whoops.” She suddenly stood up straight. “Duty calls. Catch you later guys, Terrance.” She hurried away from the table into the arms of a man sitting among other men and few other woman. Terrance recognized the other women as Susie, Heidi, Becca, and Tatiana. They were all CDs from the hotel.

“Looks like she's part of a bachelor party,” Russell said.

“And she’s probably only one of five dolls they've rented. That's a lot of money for a bachelor party.”

Terrance watched as she hung on every guy's word and made suggestive comments. The stripes on her neck were those of a Titanium escort able to leave the hotel.

* * *

The next night, Terrance took Rachel to an expensive restaurant. She was so happy when he picked her up. On the drive there she asked what the occasion was. But he wouldn't say.

After dessert was served, he said, “Are we serious?”

“Where did that come from?”

“We're dating. But usually only once a week. Sometimes we flicks and chill. Are we serious?”

“I thought so. You hang out with my friends on Friday nights. You even show up when I don't.”

“You thought so? I'm sorry.”

“Are you breaking up with me?”

“Hold that thought. It might be you breaking up with me.”

“Why would I want to do that?”

“I'm Tim. I'm the Tim Prudence has told you about.”

Rachel was shocked. “But, you're Terry. My Terry.”

“The first time I rented a doll, it was Prudence. She asked what she should call me. And she gave a humorous list of names. I picked Tim. I only rented a doll because we had only dated a few times and I was bored on a Sunday night. I had no idea you knew each other until last night.”

“She didn't mention you,” Rachel said in tears. “I told her you were taking me out to this fancy place tonight and she didn't tell me she recognized you.”

“She's probably got privacy rules she has to follow.”

“Don't take her side. She's supposed to be my best friend.”

“Calm down. None of us knew. Focus on me. I've been renting dolls behind your back for months. Prudence had no choice.”

“Yes, she did. She didn't have to make you sound amazing. I thought we both hit the jackpot. You are amazing and now I find out I've only had half of you.”

“You could have had all of me. You kept me at arms length. You dictated days we had to be off. So I spent those days as I pleased. Off. We never said we were exclusive. I paid for companionship. How could I know you were friends with my Companion Doll?”

“She isn't your Companion Doll. She's anyone's CD. She probably fucked all those guys last night. And God knows how many other guys. You know that's why she does it.”

“Of course I know. She's a self-admitted slut.”

“She told you that?”

“She told me her entire retirement plan.”

Rachel looked surprised. “And you still see her? Do you love her? Me?”

“I don't know. Yes, I love you both. You're both wonderful to spend time with. Sex with both of you is never boring. We laugh together with ease. We talk with ease. I don’t know what to do.”

* * *

Prudence opened the hotel door wearing a red dress with matching shoes. Terrance stood in the doorway.

“Good evening, Tim.”

“Not tonight,” he said. “I'm Terrance from now on.” He stepped to the side revealing Rachel behind him in a black dress.

“Hi, Pru,” Rachel said. “May I come in?”

“Like you have to ask, Friend.”

Author's Note

I have another story planned but it doesn't involve any of these characters. I'm not sure I want to create another episodic anthology series like Ted's Dolls, except there is no title character. This was written entirely while on vacation in May 2024.

Marriage Counselor

This story was originally submitted to the Big Closet R Us New Years contest. This was my second entry. It is very different in tone from the first entry: Who Am I?

“He refuses to do any of the work you’ve suggested,” Susanna said. “You gave us that charm. He was me for less than ten minutes before he freaked out and we had to swap back.”

“I didn’t want to freak out,” Tyler said. “You didn’t warn me it was your time of the month.”

“It didn’t occur to me that would be a problem.”

“Are you telling me you didn’t freak out when it was your first time?”

She didn’t answer.

Carlos, their marriage counselor, said, “Did you?”

“Probably. It was long time ago. I’m sorry. I didn’t think about it. I was too happy you were finally willing to try the charm.”

“She has a point, Tyler. I gave you the body swap charm two months ago. The last few appointments you’ve had nothing but excuses for why you couldn’t use it as I suggested.”

“I’m very busy,” Tyler said.

“Everyone is busy. Part of the reason you’re both here, you told me, was you were going to work to save your marriage. You can’t do that if you don’t make time to do the work. Right?”

“Yes. I know. Susanna, I’ll make this my New Year’s resolution. You know I almost never go back on those.”

“You’ll resolve to making our marriage work?”

“I was thinking I’d resolve to understand what it’s like to be you.”

“So just using the charm?”

“More than that. The understanding part seems key.”

“Why wouldn’t you just make a resolution to do the work?”

“Resolutions falter. Even for someone like me who has a good track record with resolutions. It’s possible to do the work for our marriage without ever understanding what it’s like to be you. But I’m resolving to understand you better.”

“Tyler’s approach is sound. The point of the charm is only to see from the other’s perspective. Not to climb into their head,” Carlos said. “You’ll probably fail to achieve that level of understanding, Tyler.”

“That’s the point of the resolution. I can’t understand Susanna. How can our marriage ever work?”

* * *

“We’re staying in for New Year’s?”

“I just told you that.”

“We aren’t going to Paul’s party?”

“No.”

“We can’t stop in at your friend Jody’s party?”

“No.”

“Can I nip down to The Faulty Logic and have a drink with Frank? One drink. Be home by 9 PM.”

“No.”

“Are we going to...?”

“Yes.”

“Yes? Could a cock be sucked as part of this event?”

“It’s possible,” she said. “After we kiss at midnight.”

“We’re going to wait until midnight?”

“At midnight, we’re using the charm. And then we’ll kiss. And then… we’ll see what happens.”

“So when you said a blowjob was possible…”

“You’d be in my body sucking your own cock. I would be in your body at the time enjoying it. I’d also use that cock to do you.”

“Is this your attempt to sell me on the idea?”

“Are you saying you’ve never thought about what it would be like to be the one fucked instead you just being a fucker?”

“You mean being the fucker.”

“I said what I said,” she said with a smile.

“Now I think you’re trying to dare me to suck myself off.”

“Why not? You’re too chicken to even think about it.” She spread her knees apart and walked toward him like she were presenting the largest set of cock and balls to him. “You don’t want a piece of what I’d have swinging through here?”

“I don’t walk like that. Maybe you need a refresher course on how to use that equipment you’ll be receiving.” He hooked his arm around her waist and pulled her body close to him. They kissed.

“I’ll take meticulous notes.”

* * *

Auld Lang Syne played on the television. Susanna and Tyler were naked and the charm sat between them. “Ready?”

“Just do it.”

They touched the charm at the same time. A violet light shimmered around his hand. An indigo light shimmered around hers. Both balls of light slowly rose upwards and then suddenly streaked though the air into the other person’s chest. They blinked a few times before they realized they weren’t where they had just been. The bodies from which they had always looked out at the world were sitting in front of them looking at them. They were their own spouses.

His arms reached out toward her, taking her face in his palms. He pulled her head toward him. She allowed him to pull them together and they kissed.

“Happy New Year.”

“Happy New Year.”

She felt her nipples pressing against his chest and her upper thigh felt a hard, round shaft pressed against it.

“Someone’s excited.”

“Someone else is nervous. Relax, I’ll be gentle.”

“You’ll be gentle? Do men really say that? What a stupid statement that is.”

“Isn’t it?” He picked her up with ease and put her down on the bed, leaning her back as they explored the familiar territory of their usual bodies from a new angle.

* * *

“You both enjoyed it?” Carlos said.

“He did things to his body I had never done to him.”

“Proving it wouldn’t kill you to give me a blowjob occasionally.”

“I now understand why you always want one.”

“And I proved you don’t have a gag reflex.”

“Have you swapped since?” Carlos said.

“No, he’s always too busy.”

“That’s not fair. I am busy.”

“He just wants me to give him the blowjob I supposedly owe him first.”

“The purpose of the charm was to spend time as one another going about your normal day. Not to use it as a sex toy. Based on our previous sessions, you two don’t have any sexual problems.”

“You do owe me.”

“She owes you nothing. You freely gave her whatever it is you think is owed you,” Carlos said.

“That’s not entirely true,” Tyler said. He stared expectantly at his wife.

“I may have bet him as me she wouldn’t fit it all in her, well, my mouth.”

Carlos rubbed his forehead. “Whether or not you are owed fellatio is not why you’re here. You are a most frustrating couple. Tyler, you use sex to avoid having mature discussions about your marriage. And you, Susanna, enable him because you two are one of the few couples I counsel where I don’t have to encourage you to engage in intimacy. You two need less sex and more talking.

“Homework: you will use the charm again before the next time I see you. At no time while swapped will sex be discussed or engaged in. Instead you will do something that you usually do together except you’ll be wearing the other’s body. And, thank God, our time is up.”

* * *

“This is a bad idea,” Tyler said in Susanna’s body. “We should have just gone out to dinner by ourselves, not combine our swap with an evening with Jody and Stuart. They’ll figure it out.”

“We could just tell them. Carlos didn’t say we couldn’t tell people we were swapped. Or are you too chicken to face Stuart with boobs?”

“Hah, want to make another wager? Double or nothing on that blowjob?”

“We aren’t supposed to talk about that.”

“I didn’t say we were going to do anything. But I’ll stop harping on it if I lose.”

“What’s the bet?”

“We don’t tell them anything. If they figure it out, they have to say which of us blew it.”

“And if they don’t figure it out?”

“The bet’s a draw and you still owe me one blowjob instead of two.”

“Or none.”

“Yes, or none.”

“Deal.”

“How do I look?”

“Like I’d tell you if you something was amiss now that we have a bet.”

“I’ve never known you to be so ruthless. I’m a bit turned on.”

“It’s the testosterone.”

“I really felt something because of that. I might need a liner for my panties.”

“You do not.”

He lifted his skirt.

“You’re soaked? That doesn’t happen to me.”

“It doesn’t?”

He didn’t answer.

* * *

Tyler handed Stuart a bottle of white wine when they arrived and the two men went to the dining room to put it on the table. Susanna went to the kitchen and gave Jody a greeting hug. She whispered, “I’m Tyler.”

“Oh? You guys are swapped?”

“Yes, I tried to get her to do the swap a different day but she insisted we swap in front of others. Don’t say anything about it. We have a bet.”

“So, I should ask Tyler later why he’s acting funny?”

“No, if Stuart says something, preferably about ‘Tyler’, that’s fine. But I don’t want her thinking I told you to say something.” She kissed Jody on the lips.

After a moment they separated. Jody’s fingertips trailed along Susanna’s cheek, “Okay. Mum’s the word.”

Dinner was completely normal.

When it was time to clear the table, Jody said, “Why don’t you guys walk over to The Faulty Logic and have a drink with Frank while us girls stay here and catch up?”

“Are you sure, Honey?” Stuart said.

Susanna made the slightest of head shakes and mouthed the word, “No,” to Tyler.

Tyler ignored her and smiled. He said, “Susanna was saying this morning how she rarely gets to spend one-on-one time with Jody. Grab your jacket, Stuart.”

“Okay.”

After the two men left, Susanna’s disappointed face broke into a smile. “What do you have in mind?”

“Are you kidding? You know I’m bi. I’ve wanted to have sex with Susanna since I met her in college. This raises our affair to new levels. Let’s get to bed and have some fun before they get back.”

* * *

Frank was happy to see Stuart and Tyler. He owned the bar and pointed to his “owner’s” booth as they arrived. Frank brought a tray with three beers and a pitcher for the table. He sat down with them. “What brings you two in together?”

“We just had dinner with our wives and they insisted we come here so they could gab in peace,” Tyler said.

“What do they talk about?” Stuart said.

“No idea. Probably us,” Tyler said. He hoped he was drinking at a pace that would seem normal for Tyler.

An hour later, Stuart and Tyler were more than a bit tipsy.

“How goes the counseling?” Frank said.

“Same old boring shit.”

“You’re seeing my guy, Carlos, right?”

“On your recommendation.”

“He give you the swap charm yet?”

“The what?” A suddenly much more sober Tyler said.

“He has his most troubled cases use this magic rock to swap bodies. See how the other half lives.”

“Sounds cool,” Stuart said. “Maybe I should get Jody to see him with me.”

“I’ll get you his number before you leave.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Should I ask Carlos about this swap thing?”

“Maybe he doesn’t think they need it,” Stuart said.

“That’s right. We just needed someone to talk to.”

“I don’t know. I asked him how you guys were doing with him and while he refused to answer the question, the way he reacted to your names… He immediately had a headache after I asked. I’d be surprised if he didn’t think you two were prime candidates.”

“I don’t need a charm to tell me he… she is distracted by something. I fear it’s an affair.”

“Susanna wouldn’t cheat on you.”

“Jody says Susanna was such a goody two shoes in college she would probably die if a man suggested anything but missionary sex.”

Tyler’s face was aghast.

“He did give you the charm, didn’t he?” Frank said. “Susanna, I’m so sorry. If I’d known I wouldn’t have brought it up.”

“What’s going on?” Stuart said as Tyler burst into tears.

“This isn’t Tyler.”

“Susanna?”

He nodded.

“Oh, god, Susanna, I’m so sorry for what I said.”

“It’s okay. Going out swapped was my idea.”

“We’re sorry. If it makes you feel any better, just imagine poor Tyler trying to navigate a conversation with someone who’s known you for over a decade. She probably saw through him, too.”

“He probably wouldn’t cry about it.”

“No, he probably wouldn’t.”

* * *

As the girls were getting dressed again, Jody mapped out a series of talking points they would have discussed so that when Susanna grilled Tyler about what they talked about, he could answer in a manner that would make it plausible that Jody didn’t figure out she was talking to Tyler. They were having one last kiss when the front door opened and their husbands returned.

Susanna walked out of the back hallway into the living room first saying, “Oh, they’re here. What do you think of Jody’s plan for the spare room, Stuart?”

“You told her about my home gym idea?” Stuart said to Jody as she entered.

“No, I told her how I want to modify your plan.”

“She probably didn’t describe my idea correctly, Susanna. Let me explain my idea first.”

“Sure. How was Frank, Dear?”

“Frank was Frank,” Tyler said.

Twenty minutes later, Susanna had helped mediate a home renovation disagreement between Jody and Stuart. No decisions were made but both had been willing to compromise. Tyler said he needed to get home because he may have overdone it at the bar and they walked back to their apartment five minutes away.

“I guess they didn’t know we were swapped,” Susanna said.

“Frank figured it out. And Stuart agreed I was a bit off. You win again,” Tyler said. “How did you manage to survive a few hours talking with Jody?”

“Aside from the renovation talk, I hogged most of the time talking about your parents’ fortieth wedding anniversary party that’s been driving you nuts the last few months. Hopefully I got the details right. But even if I didn’t, she wouldn’t know if I was right or wrong.”

“Great. What happens when I’m talking to her and I contradict what your told her?”

“Just tell her plans were changed since last time you spoke with her.”

“I suppose you’ll want to swap back immediately to claim your prize.”

“You’re drunk. I’m not having a hangover I didn’t drink myself into.”

“Damn, I was hoping you’d be thinking with your dick.”

“Hard to do when it isn’t under my skirt,” Susanna said, swishing the skirt with her hands. “Just be sure to drink a couple glasses of water before going to sleep. I don’t think you’re that drunk.”

“Yes, Dear.”

  *

“Do you want to swap back?” He said.

“How’s your head?”

“Not too bad. The water last night helped.”

“I wouldn’t say I’m comfortable as you. But I think I’ve finally gotten over the initial weirdness.”

“Carlos will be so glad. Now we can actually do the stuff he wanted us to do.”

“So, what did he tell us to do?”

“Be me. And I’ll be you. We’re just supposed to spend time in each other’s shoes.”

“Well done. You didn’t yell at me for not paying attention to Carlos.”

“You wouldn’t say that to me,” he said.

“So I should complain that you don’t pay attention?”

“Except I did pay attention so you can’t complain about that.”

“Okay, I think I get it. Why did you go drinking last night? You know I hate when you come home drunk.”

“Oh,” he said. He was surprised to hear her say something she herself had told him several times before. How did he usually reply? “I wasn’t even close to drunk last night. I don’t know why you’re complaining. I didn’t do anything bad.”

“You know my father was a mean drunk. When I see you drunk it makes me anxious that you’ll do the things he would to my mother.”

“I’m not your father. Stop comparing me to him.”

“How am I supposed to do that when you do things he does?”

“Have I ever hit you? Have I ever destroyed your stuff? I know what your father use to do. That’s not me.”

“Step back.”

Tyler was standing directly in front of Susanna, towering over her. “It’s what you do,” he said, still in her face.

“I do?” she said.

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry. I would never…”

“I know. But it looks the same to me as if you would.”

Susanna teared up. “You’ve been afraid of me?”

Tyler tapped her on the temple. “I know in there you aren’t him. But that doesn’t stop me from seeing him when you get in my face.” He held her.

“I’ll be better,” Susanna said, she dabbed her eyes with a tissue. “That actually worked. I’m impressed. Now, I suppose I should to tell you to take the garbage out.”

Tyler threw his hands in the air in frustration but there was a smile on his face as he said, “I took it out yesterday.”

* * *

At their next session with Carlos, he was impressed they had finally done some role-play while swapped. They convinced him they needed to do it again as they still had a few topics on which to clear the air.

A week later, Stuart and Jody came over for dinner. As soon as they arrived, Stuart said, “Are you two swapped again?”

Susanna said, “I tried to convince him to swap. But he complained he never got to have a beer with you and Frank.”

“You complained plenty that you didn’t get to talk to Jody,” Tyler said.

After dinner, the two men went to the bar to chat with Frank. The women cleared the table and were standing in the kitchen.

“Are you really you?” Jody said.

“Yes, I’m really me. Why?”

“Last week was awkward. I wasn’t sure if I should talk to you about… you know.”

“Did you?” Susanna said without seeming confused.

“I knew something was off. I waited for you to say something. When you didn’t, I was glad I didn’t say anything.”

Susanna didn’t reply.

Jody smiled and kissed Susanna. Susanna was still a bit confused but was happy to have another evening in bed with Jody.

* * *

Tyler and Stuart were walking back from the bar. “You really couldn’t tell?”

“Tell what?” Stuart said.

“We lied. We are swapped.”

“You’re Susanna? Get out.”

“No, seriously. After my poor showing last week, I had to try again.”

“When I asked earlier, so-called Susanna lied to us.”

“Yes.”

“You better not be lying to me now.”

Tyler laughed. “Oh, I never thought of that. A triple switch lie. Maybe next week. This week, we are definitely swapped. That’s why I didn’t drink as much this time.”

“What does that have to do with it?”

“Tyler wouldn’t swap back with me because he didn’t want my hangover.”

“That sounds like Tyler.”

  *

Susanna and Jody were a sweaty mess when Jody said, “Why don’t we swap?”

“What?”

“We could use the swap charm and you could find out why I stay with Stuart and I can find out why you stay with Tyler.”

“That’s a terrible idea. I’m in counseling with Tyler. I don’t think you spending time with him would help that.”

“When did you stop being the fun Susanna I know?”

“When we used the charm this morning. Susanna’s having a beer with Stuart and Frank.”

Jody’s jaw dropped.

“Have you been cheating on Stuart with me or with Susanna longer?”

“Susanna. Oh, this is awesome.”

“Awesome?”

“Yes. You know. You finally know. Susanna will freak out. But I can tell by the fun we just had that you really don’t care that I’m fucking both of you on the side. You probably want us to try a threesome.”

“That would be cool.”

“My terms are that we swap. Then I’ll swap into Tyler’s body and then we have a threesome and reveal to Susanna that we’re swapped.”

“That still requires that I pretend to be you in front of Stuart.”

“You will love sex with Stuart. His cock is huge compared to yours.”

“Really?”

“I’m still married because of it.”

“If he’s so great, why cheat on him?”

“Because he’s Stuart. He’s great in bed. Sex alone isn’t a meaningful relationship.”

“You sound like Carlos.”

* * *

Stuart and Jody walked home. He said, “Did you know they were swapped again?”

“Yeah, it was obvious after you guys left. I don’t know how Tyler fooled me last week.”

“I didn’t figure it out either week. Why is that?”

“You’re a very trusting person, Ollie.” She gave him a peck on the cheek.

“At least I know you’re you.”

“Of course. Who else would I be?”

* * *

After swapping back, Tyler took Susanna in his arms and kissed her. “I have a surprise.”

“What kind of surprise?”

“No, we have to be wearing less clothes for this surprise.”

“This is my kind of surprise.”

They lay together and finished the evening with a round of lovemaking. As they lay breathless on the bed, Susanna said, “What’s the surprise?”

Tyler turned his head and whispered directly into her ear, “I’m not Tyler. I’m Jody.”

“That’s not funny.”

He just stared at her.

“How the fuck are you Jody?”

“You know how you cheat on Tyler with Jody.”

“I don’t…

“Hush. Tyler cheats on you with Jody, too.”

“He… you two used the charm while I was at the bar with Stuart and Frank?”

He nodded.

“Well, fuck me.”

“Any time.”

“Tyler is still getting an earful.”

“For what, both of you are cheating on each other.”

“I only cheated on him with you. Now he’s gone and cheated on me with Stuart.”

  *

“Who’s this?” Carlos said to the couple that had arrived with a third adult.

“This is Susanna’s college roommate, Jody,” Susanna said.

“Why did you say you’re own name?”

“I’m actually Tyler,” she said.

“You two swapped before coming here?”

“It’s a little more complicated than that,” Jody said. “I’m Susanna. And he’s Jody.”

“This is not why I gave you the stone,” Carlos said, he fingers rubbing his temple.

“But, the stone did save our marriage,” Jody said. “With the stone, we found out we were both cheating on each other. It just turns out we were both seeing Jody on the side. Now that the affairs are out in the open, we get along so much better.”

“So much so that you are now comfortable in Susanna’s body, Tyler?”

“Resolution achieved. I haven’t been Tyler since we found out Jody was sleeping with both of us. My only regret is I never did get the two blowjobs Susanna owes me.”

“It is your decision not to be Tyler any more. Besides, you prefer giving head to getting it.”

“Jody and Susanna share Tyler’s and Jody’s body. And sometimes actual Tyler is Jody but usually she’s Susanna.”

“And why is that?”

“Stuart is hung like a horse,” Susanna said.

“Stuart?”

“Jody’s husband.”

“Does he know?”

“No.”

“No.”

“He probably wouldn’t believe us if we told him.”

“It is rather far-fetched.”

“Do I have this straight? You’re Tyler,” Carlos said, pointing to Susanna. “You’re Susanna,” he said turning to face the woman he didn’t know. “And you’re Jody whose husband is Stuart,” he said looking at Tyler. They nodded as he got each one right. “Good. Why are any of you here?” Carlos said.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Jody said.

“We want to buy the charm,” Susanna said. “Neither of them want to stay as Tyler forever and I’m not going back.”

“By the way, if Stuart Meecham calls about an appointment, could you say you’re booked solid?” Tyler said.

“I am going to murder Frank,” Carlos said.

MANIP - Decorate The Bar

I need to stop making 600+ word captions. I could easily double that and this starts looking like a short story with a manip attached. Why are there so many ideas and so little time?

The centerfold of Playmate Buffy Tyler (Nov. 2000) is, of course, used without permission. There are two images above. One with the caption text and one without. They measure 873x1391 and 4027x8345 respectively.

Transcript

RED: When she was first offered a six month gig to decorate the bar area of the city's most upscale club, she didn't expect she'd be the décor. Instead of purchasing furniture or picking swatches and paint samples, she was a plaything in the bar, fondled and groped by extremely rich, drunk men and women. She was amazed when she discovered she liked being used, being a toy for handsy men to play with, being the center of attention while being anonymous at the same time. She felt like the belle of the ball some days and like a plastic novelty others. She loved both.

She was all set to sign up for another long-term gig on her first day as décor: the groping felt that good. Then she'd heard the secrets whispered near the pretty, decorative mannequins. Secrets no one would say anywhere near her if she were, for example, a waitress at this bar. Bonus!

That first gig was six years ago. She's heard business folk talk about secret deals and stock tips. Being six months behind the market she was still able to make lots of money from the inside information. She's spent nearly all of those years here, viewed as some bimbo paid to be a mannequin, like a peon should. All while she exploited their loose lips.She hired a part-time staff to handle her financial and business dealings. Her accountant spoke to her a few weeks ago -- she can't speak when he visits her at the bar -- to tell her she was worth over eighteen million dollars. She would have quit on the spot if she hadn't been a mannequin at the time.

BLUE: Ironically, her boss overheard this report.

Between two of her earlier gigs, she had mentioned to him she was working here only until she had enough to retire. He couldn't risk losing the bar's most popular attraction. Each night, he gave her detailed accounts of how the tech that turned the girls into décor had improved. No more mannequin bodies. The new doll bodies were soft, posable, flexible, and quite penetrable. The customers could do more than merely grope the new dolls. For the dolls, the sensual reactions were twice as pleasurable as was felt by living women experiencing the same actions. The current decor body did not experience orgasms. Dolls did.

RED: It worked. Retiring was no longer part of her short-term plans. She would do at least one more six month gig as a new doll. Not feeling horny all the time would make being décor even better than it already was. If he was even half right about the levels of pleasure felt by the doll décor, it would be worth it. And if he were fully right about it, she would put off retirement and sign on many for more gigs. If future developments in the tech were even more pleasing she might continue as décor for decades.

BLUE: Ignorant of her renewed desires, her boss plotted to tell her the new tech required a commitment of two years per gig. An R&D friend had implied two years of mind blowing orgasms would addict the girls completely. They'd do anything to sign up for additional gigs forever.

He felt she only had to be sufficiently addled for him to slip a power of attorney document into the pile of contracts as she signed up for a two year gig. He could extend the gig indefinitely once he was her guardian.

RED: As she stood less than six feet away, he bragged to a friend his plans to fuck her over. It's amazing how easily anyone, even her boss, could forget she could hear what is said nearby.

She was furious. But vengeance would have to wait. For now, she was just an air-headed, pretty decorative mannequin.