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Ted's Dolls Interlude 6: Winter Break, Part 1

If you haven't read any of the Ted's Dolls stories before, you should start with Ted's Dolls 1: Jane before reading this one. This interlude grew so large it has been divided into two parts.

“How long will it be?” Richard said. He had been waiting outside an office for a while. He couldn’t remember how he got here or why he was here. He just knew he had to meet with someone about a doll.

He owned a doll. Didn’t care much about it. Never even gave it a name. He had just met a woman during finals and he was head over heels in love. He was planning to take her to dinner later but this meeting was stretching into late afternoon. Finals were finally over and he wouldn’t have a good excuse if he were late.

“Oh, you’re Mr. Bonaduce. That’s convenient. I was just about to call your name. Mr. Perry is ready for you right now.” the receptionist said.

“Thanks.” She stood up and opened the office door for him. The office was well-appointed, subdued given the wealth of Mr. Perry. His doll was standing next to the desk. He wasn’t sure how it got there. Didn’t matter. It was just a doll. He hadn’t used it in a week or two. Mr. Perry walked out from behind the desk to shake his hand.

“Can I call you Richard?”

“Sure, Mr. Perry.”

“I don’t have a lot of time. As you know, my people found out you had a doll that was perfect for a project of mine. Ten thousand dollars for you, a doll for me, and we can be finished in just a few minutes.”

“Mr. M told me you want to buy the doll. And the price seems fair. What do I have to do?”

“I’ve had my lawyers write up a sales document. You just have to sign here and here and I’ll hand you this check.”

“Great. I don’t want to be late to meet my girlfriend later.” He picked up the pen and signed the paperwork.

“Girlfriend? What’s her name? My researcher said you weren’t seeing anyone.”

“Don’t be hard on them. I only met Jemma last week. For all I know it might even be premature to call her my girlfriend. Tonight is our second date.”

“Well, I hope you and Jemma find you have great chemistry, Richard.”

“Thank you, Mr. Perry.”

“You’ll have to tell the doll about the change of ownership.”

“Of course.”

“Doll, look at me.”

Doll moved for the first time in a couple weeks. Doll looked at Owner flatly. Doll longed for Owner’s touch. Owner seemed distant.

“Doll, I am no longer your owner.”

Doll was shocked. Why didn’t Owner want Doll any more?

“This man, Stockton Perry is your owner. Do you understand?”

Doll did not understand. “Doll understands.” Doll no longer acknowledged Richard’s presence. “Do you have any commands, Owner?” Doll said to Stockton.

“In a minute, Doll. Just stand there until I address you again.”

“Yes, Owner.” Doll froze in place. Doll thought this was wrong. No one asked Doll its opinion. Doll was a possession and Old Owner was gone. New Owner was Owner.

“A pleasure doing business with you. Silvia will show you the way out.”

“Thank you. Mr. Perry.”

Silvia, the receptionist, escorted Richard out of the building. At the front door she said, “Mr. Perry wanted you to have this.” It was a jewelry box.

“What is it?”

“A necklace. Simple. Tasteful. Give it to your girlfriend and help her put it on. She will see you as the kind of person she can rely on. You have to put it on her, though. Don’t forget that.”

“Okay.” Richard said, a bit confused. He went to his car that he did not remember driving here. Wherever here was. As he started the car, the GPS was already set to the restaurant where he was meeting Jemma. He opened the jewelry box. A simple heart-shaped pendant, probably 14-karat gold, was displayed on velvet lined interior. He shrugged and drove away.

Later that night, he was very happy. Jemma seemed willing to do anything he wanted her to do and she did it all with a smile. She was such a doll.

* * *

Ted was waiting on line at a franchise shipping store. He had a package he needed to have delivered overnight to a friend when his phone rang with a number he did not know.

“Ted Ionescu?” The voice on the phone said.

“Yes. Who’s this?”

“You have a very serious problem.”

“I do?”

“Where is Jane Panabaker? Emily Scarborough?”

“How are their whereabouts my problem?”

“Don’t insult my intelligence, Mr. Ionescu. May I call you Ted?”

“Since I have no clue who you are, stick with Mr. Ionescu.”

“You have an enemy, Mr. Ionescu. And you don’t even know it.”

“Who?”

“Stockton Perry.”

“How is Stockton Perry my enemy?”

“The answer to the first question I posed is: ‘They were kidnapped by Stockton Perry.’”

“Why would a billionaire kidnap those people?”

“He didn’t do it himself, of course. His top dog did. Nasty fellow. Mind control powers. Hate that shit. You knew Mr. Perry had a mentalist on his pay roll.”

“No, I didn’t. I’m not surprised. But I didn’t know.” Ted said. “Assuming those women are being held by Mr. Perry, what am I supposed to do about it?”

“Stockton Perry is your enemy. He is also my enemy.”

“That doesn’t make us friends, nameless person.”

“Touché. No, it doesn’t. But we have a partially shared goal.”

“You want to rescue my friends as much as you presume I want to rescue them?”

“No. I don’t care at all about your friends, Mr. Ionescu. You do. That’s what’s important. Helping you rescue them harms Stockton Perry. That helps me.”

“How?”

“Part of rescuing them would have to involve removing the top dog or else he will just reacquire them.”

“I see. And you think I could remove this mentalist.”

“You are the second most likely wizard on the planet that could take him out short of a really long range sniper.”

“Who’s the first most likely?”

“Emily Scarborough.”

* * *

Rob and Beverly sat at Rhana and Earl’s dining table about to eat a quiet Christmas Eve dinner. Rob raised a wine glass. “To old friends.”

They all joined in the toast, “To friends as family.”

“And other friends who could not be here because they still have to go visit family on a day like today,” Earl said.

“Let’s eat,” Rhana said. “Everything looks amazing, Dear.”

“Did anyone hear from Emily?” Beverly said. “I didn’t see her after the poker game two weeks ago.”

“She wasn’t around much. Probably exams craziness,” Rhana said.

“Probably,” Earl said.

“Or she and Richard are dolls trapped in one of their dorm rooms. Stuck until classes resume in February,” Rob said.

“If they are, she probably planned for it to happen,” Earl said.

“Yeah, she loves being a doll,” Rhana said. “She told me she would have Richard place her under his desk and rub his feet on her bare doll breasts. And that was before she could turn herself into a doll.”

“That does sound nice,” Beverly said.

“After the first poker game next semester, I will give you the most wonderful breast rubbing,” Rob said.

“Me too.”

“Of course,” Earl said to Rhana.

“No, I want Rob to do it. He has bigger feet than you do.”

Rob laughed. “You’ll have to convince her.”

“Maybe we could do a swap sometime, Rhana.”

“Now you’re talking my language.”

“Let’s get through December and January first,” Earl said. “I’m sure wherever Emily is, she’s a doll and she’s being properly fucked.”

* * *

It was Christmas day.

Jane stood five feet away. She was standing as she had been standing in her dorm room a few weeks ago.

Doll realized Jane probably enjoyed being looked at and had not a care in the world. Doll cared. But Doll also was standing as she had been the weekend before finals, a smile frozen on Doll’s face. When Old Owner returned to the room, he had told her to go back to her room, speak to no one unless it couldn’t be helped, stay in her room except to take her exams, take her exams, and wait for further instructions.

When Doll finished her exams, Old Owner was outside the classroom. He told her to follow him. And they got into a car and ended up here.

They were in a room with lots of knickknacks, works of art, and oddities. Jane was standing on a pedestal with label: Jane Panabaker. Highest paid mannequin model. Doll was also standing on a pedestal. Doll did not know what its label read. New Owner had told Doll to do nothing but realize Doll and Jane were stuck here forever.

Doll hadn’t needed that instruction. It had already figured that out. Any time Doll thought about escape, Doll realized Doll was stuck here forever. Any time Doll thought about casting a spell, Doll realized Doll was stuck here forever.

Doll did not know its name.

* * *

“Doll. You are never to cast a spell unless I tell you to. Do you understand?”

“Doll does.”

“Doll, cast the spell that will make you human again.”

“Yes, Owner.”

The doll stood there for a few moments as the spell turned the polyvinyl doll into a flesh and blood human.

The woman hit the floor in severe pain. She was dehydrated and starving. She couldn’t see or think. A cold open water bottle was touched to her lips and she tried to drink all down at once.

“Small sips, my dear. You’ll just vomit it up if you drink too fast.”

The hand holding the bottle only allowed her to take small gulps of water at a time.

“You will also choke if you don’t get control of yourself.”

A few moments later she was no longer irrationally desperate.

“What happened?” she croaked out.

“You spent two weeks as an animated doll. Fuel for that has to come from somewhere. You are paying the piper now.”

“Wasn’t my idea.”

“No, it wasn’t. If you had spoken to Ted. He would have warned you not to spend more than a few days like that.”

“Wanted to talk to Ted.”

“And my employee didn’t let you. Did he?”

“Who?”

A familiar voice said, “Surely you haven’t forgotten me so soon, whore.”

She recoiled in fear. “Stay away.”

“Be nice. Mr. M.”

“I’m very nice.. She isn’t turning two dollar tricks in a slum.”

Mr. Perry ignored his wizard and said to her, “You are looking better now. See if you can eat this cracker without getting sick.”

She devoured the single cracker smaller than her palm. “God, Doll is hungry.”

“You’ll feel better eventually. Do you know who I am?”

She looked at him. “No.”

“Do you know why you’re here?”

“Jane.”

“Yes. Very good. You’ve had a cracker. I might give you another. But before you feel fully fed, you will transform Jane into a mannequin.”

“What if Doll can’t?”

“You probably shouldn’t dwell on that. I told you before not to cast any spells. Are you going to cast any spells?”

“Doll can’t.”

“I give you permission to cast a spell only if you know it will transform Jane into a mannequin or is a step on the path to do that. If the spell would affect anyone other than Jane, you cannot cast it. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“But be warned, spells drain your energy. And while you are depleted like this, the effect of casting a spell will be devastating. So don’t guess. Know that the next spell you cast will work. Or you might kill yourself casting the spell.”

“If Owner wants Jane to be a mannequin so badly, why would Owner risk Doll dying?”

“There are other people who can turn her into a mannequin.”

“Ted.”

“And his sister.” He let that sink in before continuing. “What is your name?”

“Doll. Doll? Doll! Not again.”

“I can fix this identity problem for you, too. After Jane is a mannequin. And you do something else for me.”

“Doll will do anything.”

“I thought you’d say that.”

* * *

Libby unwrapped the box. It was doll clothes. She loved when she received new doll clothes. “These are from your girlfriend? But, she isn’t here. How do I thank her?”

“You can thank her when you see her on the sixth?”

“She coming on the sixth?” Patricia said.

“Something like that.”

“What did you get me, Teddy? Is it in all those boxes.” She pointed to a dozen different sized boxes all wrapped in the same wrapping paper and numbered one through twelve.”

“No, your present is in this box”

“Oh, it says it’s from you. Should I open it now?”

“If you want.”

She tore the wrapping paper off and found a plain white box inside. She shook the box. A pair of things rattled inside.

“Are they what I think they are?”

“Probably.”

It was a plain white box with a pair of things rattling around inside. She opened it and found a pair of dolls. “Who are they?”

“You have to give them back when I go back to school February. That one in your hand is Marcia. Don’t tell anyone but she was a professor at my school.”

“Really?”

“Absolutely. She wanted to be a doll all Winter break.”

“What about her husband or wife?”

Ted chuckled. “Funny you should ask. This is Carly. She’s Marcia’s husband in real life. But she’s Marcia’s wife like this.”

“Why isn’t her husband a man?”

“Because Marcia asked me to turn him into a woman doll.”

“As a joke?”

“I guess so. I’m sure they know each other well enough to play games like this.”

“I’ll be sure to play games with them.”

“Of course, Libby.”

“So what about the twelve boxes?”

“Those are my presents from Paris. She asked me to open one box per day like the song: twelve days of Christmas. Hand me number one.” As she did, he handed her the card and said, “You can read the card aloud.”

Ted unwrapped box one as she read, “’It’s your girlfriend, it starts with her knees.’ What does that mean?”

Ted opened the plain cube shaped box inside and laughed. He pulled out a pair of life sized knees cut center thigh to upper part of the calf.

“What is that?” Patricia said.

“The last day we were on campus, Paris told me to visit her in her sorority room a few hours before it was time to leave,” Ted began.

* * *

Ted entered his girlfriend’s room and found her in just her underwear. She had her hands behind her back and a playful smile on her face. He stepped close to her and they kissed, When he stopped, she waved a piece of paper in front of him.

“I wish I didn’t have to ask you to do this. But I need you to help me with your Christmas present.”

“That’s okay. You know I don’t like surprises. What do you need?” Ted said. He took the paper. It was a photo of herself with red lines drawn cutting across her body and limbs in red marker.

“I want you to turn me into a mannequin like doll that can be taken apart and put back together in this manner,” she said.

“That’s a lot of cuts.”

“I know. When you’re done, go back to your room. Don’t go home until Whitney brings you a stack of Christmas presents.”

“You’re giving the gift of yourself to me.”

“Don’t ruin the surprise.”

“I would never.” They kissed.

“Go out into the hall and close the door. I don’t want you to see how I’m posed.”

“So, some surprise.” He stepped out and closed the door. Whitney and Trish were waiting in the hallway as he said, “3… 2… 1…”

“How long until we can take her apart?”

“Fifteen minutes or so.”

“Okay, get lost. It should be about two hours by the time we have her packed and ready to go.”

“Whitney, it should be you being given to Burke like this. He’d be completely surprised.”

“Probably, but Paris is your crazy girlfriend. And no one has seen Emily for days, if she can even make a doll you can take apart.”

“Don’t remind me she’s missing,” Ted said.

“Way to kill the mood,” Trish said.

“I’m leaving.”

Whitney touched his arm. “I need to make a few calls. But Paris assumed you would need to be there to do the reverse transformation.”

“I can’t do all the cuts she asked for and have you restore automatically. But I could shrink you down to a little doll, wrap you, and even mail you to Burke. Restoration would happen automatically Christmas Day around noon.”

“You aren’t seriously considering this?” Trish said.

“Maybe.”

“See you later,” Ted said.

Whitney and Trish disassembled the sorority president’s body and packed her into a dozen prepared boxes. Wrapping the boxes took up most of the time.

“Thank god, Gianna already left campus. If she walked in on this, we’d have to kill her to shut her up,” Trish said.

“What is with her? She wasn’t so annoying after Zoey put her in her place. But a week later she was back to throwing barbs at Paris.”

“I wish I understood either of them,” Trish said. She was putting a bra on Paris’ torso. “On second thought, I’m good not understanding them.” She rubbed the boobs. “Enjoying this, Paris?”

A few hours later, Whitney drove over to Ted’s dorm and helped him load the boxes into his car. When they were done, Ted said, “Happy holidays, Whit.”

“You, too, Ted. About that idea you had…”

* * *

“Paris had me turn her into doll parts. She had her friends wrap her in these boxes. And I’ll get to reassemble her on the sixth. She’ll be spending Winter break with us after Christmas is over.”

“That’s so cute. It’s too bad Cat won’t really get to see it,” Patricia said.

Ted took another look at the tree. He could see the face and her figure in the trunk. Somehow that fulfilled the requirement that the transformation be a humanoid figure. “How are you doing, Cat?”

She could not answer. She was the Christmas tree.

“I can’t believe she did that,” Nana said.

“I can’t believe Mom and Dad let her do that.”

“I heard you. It’s only for another twelve days,” Patricia said.

“Are we also going to carry her out to the curb on the seventh?”

“No, Ted.”

Ted placed Paris’ knees on the remaining eleven boxes and took a photo on his phone. Later, Ted was alone with his grandmother. He told her about the mysterious phone call.

“Who is Stockton Perry?”

“Billionaire investment banker. Not surprised you never heard of him. He is known to employ wizards.”

“And one of them is this mentalist who kidnapped your friends?”

“If a random voice on the phone is to be believed. And it’s more to go on than I’ve had since they disappeared.”

“Didn’t Emily have a boyfriend?”

“The mentalist totally wiped her from his mind. He’s dating someone else whom I think the mentalist forced to like him. I’ll worry about getting him corrected once Jane and Emily are safe. As long as I don’t try to fix him, hopefully Perry’s goon leaves him alone.”

“I’ve never fought a mentalist, Teddy. I don’t know if I can help.”

“I was hoping you might know someone who could help.”

“How would we know they weren’t working for this Mr. Perry?”

“Well, I was hoping anyone you might want me to talk to would be someone you thought was at least a little safe. Perry’s goon is a nasty person. I doubt he fools anyone into thinking otherwise without gross use of his magic.”

“I’ll ask around.”

* * *

Human Doll was left alone with Jane. Doll was starving. Doll tried to meditate on its magic. Doll was sure Doll could not transform Jane into a mannequin directly. Jane would have to be human first. Doll was sure of it. Doll hoped Jane would immediately escape if Doll turned her into a human. Doll knew Owner would not believe Doll only cast the spell to do as she was told. Doll did not care. Doll could not leave Jane here with Owner forever. Doll cast the spell.

Jane moved for the first time in weeks. She saw her friend laying on the floor. She grabbed a water bottle nearby and tried to revive her friend.

“Run, Jane.”

“Friend, why do you torture yourself?”

Doll looked at Jane. Jane was looking at Doll. Jane also kept glancing at the wall. Doll had to save her.

“No. You have to escape or Doll will turn you into a mannequin and you be trapped here forever.”

“Silly, silly Friend,” Jane said. She was only looking at the wall.

As she spoke, Doll looked at the wall. There were a couple signs on the wall. They read, “Jane, read these signs. When you reach the bottom, return to the top and read them again.

“When you are able to speak to your friend, do not say her name. Call her Friend.”

Jane had been reading those signs for weeks. Doll did not know the significance of the signs.

Jane recited the words written on the other sign on the wall, saying the words as if she believed them wholeheartedly.

“Friend, you know I’ve wanted to be turned into a mannequin permanently ever since the first time Ted transformed me. Please, Friend, I beg you. Will you turn me into a mannequin as Owner commanded you?”

Doll reluctantly nodded. “But, first, squeeze your right hand.”

Jane looked at her hand awkwardly before putting it in her left hand and squeezed. “Hi, my name is Jane.” She squeezed again. “I am a fashion model.”

“You are a fashion model. Not a mannequin.”

“He’ll kill you if you don’t turn me into a mannequin.”

“If casting a spell doesn’t do it first,” Doll said. “Mannequin is the French word for model. Turn into a model. Stand with your arms by your side and your chin against your chest, eyes closed. Do not move or transform for anyone until I tell you my name.”

Jane posed and said, “Okay. Say the numbers. I like the numbers.”

Doll was starving. Casting a spell was not a good idea. Doll could not deny Jane any longer.

“3... 2..... 1.......”

The Truth - Chapter 23

Again Mira was surprised. Jon’s control of his girls was intoxicating. She wanted to know what it was like to be a mannequin on command, totally out of control. That was when she realized that since she was on a mannequin, she could return to flesh. With Sarah’s chest pressed again some other Debra’s chest, Mira could not see the room. She just took a chance. She added zippers and clasps to the outfit and turned back to flesh wearing the red corset and stocking set. She ran her hands across Sarah’s now naked mannequin ass comparing the feeling of being stretched around it to the sense of touching it.

The TV showed the Sandra woman, now chestnut brown haired, lying in a shipping carton. Her eyes flashed green as she spoke. “Jon?” Mira interrupted bending down over the sofa back putting her arms around him.

Startled but without jumping, Jon turned. “Mira? Oh,” he laughed. “You can return to normal when on a mannequin. I forgot. Come around here and sit down if you have something to ask me.”

Mira stepped around the sofa and sat on Jon’s lap with her arm around his neck. “Jon, I think I want to join your harem.”

“Really? You want to find yourself trapped in mannequin form for hours at time, seemingly forgotten? Treated occasionally like furniture while I lay some other woman over your back and fuck her? These are the things you want? Debra flesh Debra. Debra, say nothing, make no sounds, I command it. Stand there and masturbate until I tell you to cum, I command it.”

Debra stood inches from the mannequins of Genny and Sarah and immediately started fingering herself.

“All of that sounds so hot,” Mira replied her eyes locked on Debra’s pussy. “Yes, I want to be the mannequin on the bottom of two people fucking. In fact, being the silky sheets on the bed would be good enough for me. Being between you and Sarah just now was so amazing and then you turned her into a mannequin and walked away. That was so hot. I’d love to know what Debra is experiencing right now, too.”

“I can write a spell write now that turns you into a mannequin in some random store right now. And no one would ever find you. You’d be there until someone decided they didn’t like something about you and moved you to a storeroom, forgotten. Then I get the store for myself.”

“That’s hot too, in its own way. And you could do that now without me joining your harem. But, I would hope you’d want to keep me around.”

“What about Henry?” Jon asked, turning serious.

“I’m sure it would take a while for him to notice. He has his own harem. There are two women in an apartment on the west side. He pays their rent. He doesn’t think I know about them. But I’ve even met them. They’re nice girls, half my age, and they make him happy. We have an open marriage. I make myself happy in other ways. And if that involves being your bitch, that’s my prerogative.”

At that point, Sandra announced she needed over twelve hours to fully charge.

Jon turned the TV off. He looked Mira over. “You are old enough to be my mother. That’s a bit weird for me.”

“You could change that.”

“I suppose so. But won’t people notice when you stop hosting parties or when you suddenly look 22 again?” Jon asked.

“Unless I’m in a box in a backroom at Macy’s why would I stop having parties? Sarah and the others would certainly be welcome at my parties. As for looking 22, you could make a lot of money as plastic surgeon. People won’t care how you did it if you did it well.”

“Contrary to what this room looks like, I’m trying to keep my magic use low key.”

“Of course you are, Mr. Purveyor-of-Robot-Sextoys.”

“Touché,” Jon admitted. “Sarah zentai Sarah. Tell me, how would you feel if I paraded you around the neighborhood dressed like that?”

“Well, first I’d adore being encased in a seamless bodysuit. That is just awesome. Do I have my body or her body?”

“You look fabulous,” Jon replied.

“Then sure. I like strutting my stuff. Um, shouldn’t you do something about Debra?”

Debra was so desperate to cum she was nearly fisting herself, her pussy was too slick to orgasm, and too slick to stop. She was breathing heavily but otherwise silent. Some drool was forming on her lips.

“Perhaps an hour from now.” Jon watched Mira looking at Debra. “You want that too, don’t you?”

“How can she do that without screaming in pain?”

“One of the perks of being in the harem is having a pussy that is always properly lubricated and being unable to experience pain caused by repetitive motions during sex.”

“You are not doing a good job convincing me not to become part of your harem.”

“I can see that,” Jon said. He walked over to the desk and pulled out a form. “If you want to join my harem, you just sign this form. Joining my harem is voluntary. But once you join, you are mine until I decide to get rid of you.”

Mira took the pen and signed the offered paper. “Now what?”

In reply, he said, “Mira naked Mira. Mira plugged 20 percent Mira. Mira mannequin Mira.” He turned Mira so Debra was in her line of sight. “Genny flesh Genny. Genny dressed casually Genny.”

Genny stood up, admiring how her chest jutted forward, the light T-shirt she was now wearing stretched over her enormous chest. “Oh my god, how can she do that for so long?” Genny said pointing at Debra.

“No pain and no orgasm mean no stopping. That and being commanded not to cum.” Jon explained.

“This place is so wild. Who’s the new girl?”

Jon laughed. “And I was just complaining – air quotes – the new girl – air quotes – was old enough to be my mother.”

“Mannequins are somewhat agless,” Genny commented. “I hesitate to ask what that plug is.”

“You haven’t been plugged? Genny plugged 20 percent Genny. How is it?”

Suddenly, Genny was filled by a plastic cock vibrating gently. She reached inside her underwear but could not touch the vibrator. “I suppose I’m not supposed to be able to remove that.”

“Nope,” Jon confirmed.

“Oh my god, I just realized I’m not going to get wet. That thing could sit inside me for days and no one would know.”

“As long as it was on this low setting, sure,” Jon agreed. “But I can tell you first hand, at 100 percent, it not only blows your mind. It rips it out and stomps up and down on your mind.”

“First hand?”

“Long story. Ask Sarah, Tracy or Irina some time. In any case, I need to get you on your way. Did you hear what was going on with Jerry?”

“You turned Sandra into a robot and gave her to him so he won’t need sex with me.”

“Well, I didn’t need to give him a substitute. I just thought it was ironic giving him Sandra.” He turned the TV on. Jerry’s apartment was dark. In the foyer Sandra lay in her shipping carton, plugged into the wall. “See, she doesn’t really look like Sandra in robot form.”

“That’s because you turned her into Jerry’s ideal woman.” Ginny looked at her crotch. “I so want to touch myself, but can’t.”

“I know,” Jon said. “I’ve removed from Jerry and you any effects Sandra created. She had not done them correctly in the first place and I see no reason for you to suck him off now that he has Sandra.”

“Thanks, I think,” she laughed.

“I want you to continue going to work and I don’t think anyone there would take you seriously with those basketballs on your chest.”

She cupped her breasts. “They are a bit silly. Can you fuck them before taking them away?”

“Certainly, but I’m not actually taking them away. Perhaps, putting them away is a better description,” Jon explained. “Actually, your hands are just where the need to be. Say to yourself, or just think ‘B cup’ three times.”

Genny said, “B cup, B cup, B cup.” And as she finished her breasts shrank to a perfect B cup. “Double D cup, Double D cup, Double D cup.” She said immediately and her breasts grew to double Ds. “Oh that perfect,” she squealed.

“Now, I command you to always go to work as a B cup and remain a B cup while there or while coworkers are present.”

“Booby pooper,” Genny joked. “How big can they get? Triple K cup, Triple K cup, Triple K cup.” The T-shirt ripped. Her breasts were nearly the size of beach balls, perfectly round and firm. “Oh my god,” she said. “I can barely reach my nipples.” She shook her torso and the movement of her breasts nearly knocked her down. “Why doesn’t my back hurt?”

“All part of the magic,” Jon joked. “Want me to fuck those?”

“I fear if I lay down I won’t be able to get back up.” With effort she made it seem like she was cupping the monstrosities on her chest and she said, “Double D cup, Double D cup, Double D cup.” As they shrank, she looked down. “I can see my feet again.” She took off her shirt. “I didn’t mean to tear this.”

“Lay down on the floor. Take a pillow for your neck,” Jon instructed. As she did so, Jon pulled out his dick and straddled her chest with his dick between her boobs. She immediately squeezed them around him. He stroked in and out between her tits.”

Genny moaned with delight. “I still can’t touch my pussy,” she complained.

“No need. Genny 50 percent Genny.”

As the vibrator became stronger, she opened her mouth and his cock entered it with each stroke. “Mmmm,” she cooed.

After a few moments, Jon reached back and cranked the plug to 100 percent while cumming all over Genny’s face. Then he stood up and came all over Mira, hosing her down from head to toe. Once he had her thoroughly covered he said, “Cum solid cum. Mira flesh Mira.” He turned to watch Genny buck and writhe. She was the first to be turned up to 100 without being spread eagled first. “Cum crumble cum.” He said after a moment.

Cracks formed on Genny’s face immediately and most of the cum was thrown clear from her face as she writhed in ecstasy on the floor. She moaned loudly in her pleasure.

After a moment Mira was extricating herself from the crumbling cum. “I didn’t realize I could move,” she laughed. As she cleared her face, she asked, “Have you looked at poor Debra recently?”

Debra was fisting herself, all five knuckles. Her other hand was squeezing her nipples like she was trying to get the last drops from a toothpaste tube. She was looking straight up. Her eyes were rolled back in her head. Drool spilled from her mouth, down her face and neck and onto her bare chest. Her knees wobbled slightly.

“Oh, my,” Jon said. “Debra teleport laying down on my bed teleport Debra. Follow me Mira.” They walked into the bedroom where Debra continued to fist herself. “Debra hold your arms straight out to the sides I command it. Mira lick Debra’s right hand clean I command it.”

Mira found herself rushing to the bed to lick Debra’s hand. It tasted of pussy but was not particularly wet. As she licked it, she had a good view of Jon. His cock was three times the width compared to the last time she had seen it. It was also over a foot long and all of it slid smoothly and easily into Debra’s overstretched pussy. He pulled it almost all the way out before pushing it all the way back in. Mira wanted to touch herself but the vibrator was in the way.

“Debra you may speak again,” Jon said.

“You are so fucking huge,” she screamed. “Oh, fuck me harder. Fuck me harder you fucking bastard. I need to cum. Make her do something more useful than lick my hand. Oh fucking god.”

“You heard the lady. Mira crawl under here and lick her pussy and my dick, I command it.”

Mira immediately crawled between him and the bed. She placed the tip of her tongue against Debra’s pussy and the middle of her tongue against the underside of his cock the best she could. Her nose was rubbing his dick as he fucked Debra. And Mira’s forehead was being slammed into by Jon’s balls with each stroke.

“Debra, you will cum only when I cum, I command it.”

“Make it snappy.”

“That’s no fun,” Jon said. “Jon no orgasms for one hour Jon.” His body shuddered and he redoubled his efforts to no effect.

“An hour?” Debra cried out. “You stupid fuck.” She ground herself against Mira’s face. “Oh god, another hour of this. I’ll go mad. Fuck me harder, damnit.”

“Okay, that’s enough. Sarah flesh Sarah. Get your ass in her Sarah, I command it.” As she arrived, Jon commanded. “Plug Debra’s mouth with your pussy I command it. Debra make Sarah cum with a smile on your face, I command it. Sarah, do not cum until I do.”

Sarah climbed onto the bed and sat on Debra’s face. Debra eagerly licked Sarah’s pussy.

After about ten minutes, Sarah commented, “Genny is still writhing on the floor from the magic dildo.”

“I’m aware of that,” Jon replied. “Shut up, lean backwards, and French kiss me.” He leaned forward and took her head in his hands and kissed her for the next fifty minutes or so. When the hour time limit was up, he exploded without warning filling Debra’s pussy with cum in an instant. Cum spilled all over Mira’s face but she could not stop licking Debra’s pussy and Jon’s cock. Sarah grinded her pussy against Debra’s face to prolong her own orgasm. Jon shrank his cock and pulled out quickly.

Mira picked her face up and since Debra’s pussy was right there, proceeded to continue licking it as she had been commanded to do so.

Sarah remained where she was told to be, covering Debra’s mouth.

Debra lay there with a stupid grin that no one could see, enjoying Mira licking her rapidly closing pussy.

Jon left them there and returned to the living room. He looked at Genny. She was not really writhing any more. Just the occasional twitch and low moan. “Genny plugged 0 percent Genny.” He put his hand on her shoulder.

She felt his hand and opened her eyes. His recent-sex scented dick hung near her face. She attempted to lick his cock.

“Really?” Jon asked. “After all that you see a cock and you want to suck it? Don’t let me stop you.

She grabbed his cock with one hand and pushed herself up with the other. She began to slowly suck on his cock. His cock grew in her hands and was pushing against the back of her throat. She could not move back from it as fast as it grew and soon she found the back of her head pressed against the back of the sofa and his cock was still pushing forward.

He laughed and in the next second his cock returned to normal length, no longer in her mouth at all. “Get up,” he said. “There will be other times for blow jobs.”

She got up and looked around. “Where is everybody? How long was I on the floor?”

“A little over an hour. The rest are still fucking around in the bed room. Genny dressed for sleep Genny.”

A silk bathrobe and fuzzy slippers appeared on Genny. “We’re going to bed?”

“You’re going to bed. Do you have any roommates in your apartment?”

“Actually, I live with my mother but if it’s after ten she should be asleep.”

“Good enough,” Jon said. “I’m going to teleport you home. Go to work tomorrow. You won’t be able to tell anyone about what goes on here. Remember you are ‘on call’ with me any time I want to fuck with you. And for all meanings of fuck with you.”

She leaned forward and kissed him. “I’m a good harem girl. Can I bring you a new girl sometime?”

“Only if you ask me before you ask her. Genny teleport her bedroom Genny.” Three down, he thought. “Debra mannequin Debra.”

Ted's Dolls 39: Mr. M

If you haven't read any of the Ted's Dolls stories before, you can’t start here. Do you normally start a couple chapters from the end? You should start from the beginning and read Ted's Dolls 1: Jane before reading this one. If you haven't read Ted's Dolls 38: Doll before reading this, I doubt this one will make any sense.

The Sunday after Thanksgiving, Zoey found her way to her seat and looked out the window. She gave Ted and Paris one last wave before they turned to leave the platform. Zoey closed her eyes and waited. Someone sat down next to her.

The man sat in silence next her. She was so happy he didn’t try to talk to her. The next thing she knew she was tapped on the arm. “This is your stop.”

“Huh?” Her eyes snapped open. The station sign outside was for her stop. “Oh, thanks for waking me.”

“Not at all. Have a good day,” the man said. After she left, Mr. M called for a car to meet him at the next stop. He had gained a lot of insight into Ted from the young woman.

For the next few days, Zoey had a stray thought where she wondered how the man on the train had known which stop was hers. But the thought disappeared as fast as it happened each time.

* * *

Years of mental discipline allowed Mr. M to remain calm. He had never seen Mr. Perry so angry. Technically, he still hadn’t seen Mr. Perry angry as he was certain Mr. Perry was miles away. The anti-magic hood covering Mr. M’s head also stood in the way of potentially seeing Mr. Perry. White noise filled his ears so he had no idea if he were in a room alone or a room filled with a dozen gunmen.

“Let me get this straight,” Mr. Perry’s voice said from the speakers in the hood. “You removed Jane from campus while she was a doll with no way of knowing if or when she might turn back to normal.”

“You told me your goal was for her to be a mannequin in your art room. How is this any different?”

“A sex doll is not a mannequin, for one thing. And I was hoping to get Ted on the hook for her transformation so I could leverage him in the future. He wasn’t even involved?”

“No, it was a witch-whore named Emily Scarborough who transformed Miss Panabaker.”

“Any relation to Ted?”

“None that I’m aware of. The whore gives herself to a norm. Forget about her. I handled her. You will thank me.”

“I’m a norm.”

“You are a norm of distinction, Sir. Her boy toy isn’t.”

“Your superiority complex isn’t healthy.”

“I’ve been told that, Sir.”

“But you have no intention of changing.”

“None, Sir.”

“How did you handle her?”

“By Friday she should have fully enslaved herself to her owner. Put me within a hundred feet of Richard Bonaduce and I will be in full control of her in a moment.”

“How did you manage that?”

“She was already spending time as a doll allowing him to use her as he pleased. Her transformations are more powerful than Ionescu’s. While I was brainfucking her, I unlocked one of her abilities she knew nothing about. She can transform herself into a living doll.”

“A living doll. So, like Ted’s dolls she would not be human but could move on her own.”

“If she hadn’t made herself the property of the Bonaduce chattel. Yes. Since he can command the Doll. She is his slave.”

“Can she use this transformative spell on someone else?”

“I was unable to determine that within the limited amount of time I had to rummage through her head. I felt it was more important to get her under control, even if it was the chattel’s control, than to test what kinds of magic she was fully capable of.”

“And not get caught.”

“Caught? Yes, sir. Of course.”

“I’m not an idiot.”

“I did not mean to sound so condescending.”

“Funny.”

“If I may suggest?” Mr. M said.

“Go ahead.”

“I should go back to campus and finish her enslavement and also ensure no one notices her acting oddly. I didn’t have time to find all her friends and convince them that Emily was always a bit odd. There is a high probability that if Ionescu spends much time with her, he will know her mind was tampered with far more than was likely revealed to him when it was first discovered Jane was missing.”

“You shouldn’t have tried to make her forget Jane.”

“Calculated risk. Right now, any odd behavior on her part could be a trauma response to her friend going missing and someone trying to make her forget it. But without my re-enforcement, that could easily go off the rails. Ionescu isn’t stupid. None of his line are from what I understand.”

There was no answer for a moment.

“Sir?”

* * *

Stockton looked at the display. There were seven mannequins, all with the same face and figure arranged on a platform in seven different poses. Six of them were real mannequins. The seventh was the prize he had been seeking: Jane Panabaker. She was the model for the mannequins and through the use of magic she had been a mannequin. She was suppose to stand among the production mannequins as the seventh in a series of six mannequin models. She was where he wanted her to be doing exactly what he wanted her to do. And it was all wrong because she was not a mannequin. She was a sex doll.

He should be pleased. He could fuck the doll. Jane would probably enjoy it greatly. But anything that made his plans fail stabbed at his heart. He wanted the original Jane mannequin to stand on display in his collection. The doll wasn’t right. And that gnawed at him.

He fucked the doll. It took the edge off. The idea that he could control a transformer also took some of the edge off. He just had to have Mr. M make Stockton the transformer’s owner. He’d seen pictures of the Scarborough girl. He’d make Ronson her handler. Ronson had been sniffing around for a new perk. It would be a test for Ronson. He suspected Ronson was not as loyal as he should be.

Stockton took a shower to get his own sweat off his body. Conveniently, the Jane doll didn’t leak bodily fluids on him. He returned to his desk and turned on the view screen. The phone on his desk rang. He picked it up, “ETA?”

“Mr. M should be here in fourteen minutes. All defense protocols are active.”

“Call off the rocket launchers. That way he knows we aren’t really mad at him.”

“Yes, Sir.”

* * *

Mr. M sat on a bench outside one of the dorms watching the students go by. Several of the prettier students would pass by the bench again around seven that evening without knowing why they did so. One of them would sit on the bench in his place.

He looked up into a window of the dorm. There she stood, just as he had planted in her mind. Weak minded fool that she was. When he spotted her owner, he planted the thought in his mind that he should look at her and then go somewhere else. Let her stand there all day. Show her who’s in charge.

Richard stared up at the window to his room. He gave a curt wave and walked away. Mr. M got up and followed him, unseen. As Richard met with his friends, Mr. M planted thoughts that it was normal for Emily to obey Richard. She wasn’t really human. She was a doll. Once he had this established in his friends’ minds, he had Richard take leave and seek out other friends.

While he did this, he planted a few other thoughts into Richard’s mind. He wanted Richard to think of her as nothing more than a thing. He wouldn’t know how well it had worked until seven.

* * *

Doll spent the whole day cursing at itself. The laughing voice eventually fell silent and Doll was left alone in Doll’s head. Doll could not cry. Doll wished Doll could weep. Instead, Doll stood in the third floor window with a smile frozen on its face. Doll saw Owner in the middle of the day.

Please Owner. Please rescue Doll from Doll’s foolishness.

Owner waved and walked away.

Doll wondered if Doll could anti-bliss. Doll assumed Doll was anti-blissing now.

Doll waited. Doll despaired.

The sun went down. There was no one outside where Doll stood. A bench sat empty under a street lamp. As it grew darker a woman sat on the bench. Doll did not know who she was. She was blond like Doll was. The woman was looking at her phone when she lifted her head. She was talking to someone outside of the light. She rolled her shoulders back to give this person a better view of her ample chest. She laughed at whatever the other person said. Doll wondered if they were in love.

Owner stepped into the light and held his hand out to her. She took his hand and they walked off toward the center of campus. Owner briefly looked up at his dorm window and winked.

Time passed.

Owner looked happy when Owner walked away.

Time passed.

Doll should be happy because Owner is happy.

Time passed.

Doll stood in the window, the smile frozen on its face lit by the rising sun.

Time passed.

Doll did not see Owner the entire day or night.

The door to the dorm room opened.

Mr. M entered the dorm, unseen. Richard had given him the key to the room a couple days ago. “There you are,” he said to the Doll looking out the window.

Doll didn’t care. Doll was broken.

“Cat got your tongue? How is my favorite chattel whore?” He laughed. “Don’t worry. I won’t be long. Oh, my, look at the ruin that was once your mind. I almost feel sorry for you. Almost. I just need to make a few adjustments. And I need you to take a trip when Winter break starts. I’m sure once you present yourself to my boss and he takes ownership of you, he’ll treat you far better than I ever would. He might even give you your name back. I won’t. Doll is Doll.”

“Doll is Doll.” It echoed through Doll’s head. Doll was relieved. Doll could say Doll’s name again. Doll is Doll. This made Doll happy. Weird man in room was laughing. Doll had no idea why.

* * *

Mr. M was a professional when Stockton told him to leave Emily alone. If she didn’t show up to her exams, too many people might notice. And if she flunked all her exams, too many people would notice. Mr. M didn’t think it would be more people than he could handle. But Perry was the boss.

Stockton hadn’t told Mr. M to return. He hung out on campus looking for interesting patterns and avoiding Ionescu.

One pattern he noticed was several women visiting a young man’s dorm room frequently with sex on their minds. He caught thoughts in each of the women’s heads that were regimented and identical. Could there be a mentalist on this campus? If so, having only recruited three women, that Mr. M could confirm, was an amazing level of restraint for someone this young.

Carson, he discovered, was not a wizard. But he had built up some wizard like power somehow. While Carson was eating lunch on the Wednesday of exam week, Mr. M joined him at his table.

“Who are you?” the boy said.

“You can call me Mr. M.”

“That’s sounds like a name used in espionage.”

“Not untrue. Tell me, Carson. How did you do it?”

“Do what? And how do you know my name?”

“Ask enough passers by ‘who’s that guy?’ eventually one of them will know your name.”

“I guess.”

“As for your first question, do the names Fiona, Bailey, and Lilian mean anything to you.”

“Friends of mine.”

“Friends you’ve only really known since Friday, five days ago. And that only applies to Fiona. Lilian you met yesterday for the first time.”

“If you know all that, why are you asking?”

“Because I don’t know how you made these three women love you so quickly.”

“Well, sure, if you think they love me, that would be suspicious. But that isn’t true. We just have common exams that we’re studying for.”

“You share no classes with them.”

“We share no classrooms. But we’re taking the same classes here and there.”

“Tell me what the first and second signs are.”

“First and second signs? Like of the apocalypse?”

“My patience is wearing thin. Do not trifle with me. Let me demonstrate.”

Carson was grabbed from behind by a woman he’d had no idea was near by. She pulled him back in his chair. She straddled over his legs and sat on his lap. She opened her top, grabbed him by the hair, and forcefully rubbed his face all over her well-endowed tits. A moment later she had straightened out her top and walked away without saying a word. No one in the cafeteria seemed to notice this happened.

“Fuck.”

“Yes, fuck. Well articulated.”

“This is probably a stupid question. But do you know about Ted’s dolls?”

“Yes, but I haven’t examined one.”

“If you convince them to read something, they believe it.” He whispered.

“No need to whisper. No one in the room can hear us. By believe it, you mean they repeat it constantly in their heads.”

“I suppose. I don’t read minds. I’m guessing you do.”

“And Ted doesn’t know this.”

“If he does, he doesn’t warn his dolls not to read things.”

“Fascinating.”

“I appreciate that you have been useful. Rent a doll tonight. Penelope France, the woman you just motorboated, will rent herself tonight. She will be your doll. It will be arranged.”

“Okay.”

Mr. M stood up. “Don’t get caught. If you manage to acquire a decent harem by the end of next semester and not get caught, I’ll give you a prize.”

“And if I fail?”

“I’ll reach into your head and make you impotent till you die.”

“What? Wait. How large is ‘a decent harem’?”

“Good day, Mr. O’Neil,” he said, tipping his hat. “See you next summer.”

Before Carson could say another word, Mr. M vanished from his sight. “I know you’re still here, you bastard. Probably right in front of me laughing.”

He had just shouted in the middle of the cafeteria and no one had turned to look at him.

“You didn’t say what the prize was either.”

* * *

Mitch put the doll down in Ted’s bathroom. He closed the door and walked over to Ted to give him a hug. “We had a rough semester. I hope we’re good, Man.”

Ted hugged him back. “We’re good. I’ve already had reports that nothing bad happened to that doll.”

They said their goodbyes and Mitch left.

Zoey stepped out of the bathroom and also hugged Ted. “Do you think Paris would mind if we fucked?”

“Maybe,” Ted said. “Don’t think I want to risk it.”

“That’s too bad. I am wound up.”

“Perhaps you enjoy being a doll too much.”

“Perhaps. I’m going to leave campus. My sister is expecting to see me for the holidays and if I stay, I’ll try to seduce you into taking me back to your house.”

“As much as I love being seduced, it’s probably better if you go back to your normal life.”

“As if. Classes start early in February, right? I’ll be here.”

“Don’t lose your job, Zoey.”

“I won’t. Maybe I’ll take a graduate class.”

“That would be cool.”

They hugged and she left. She headed to the staircase at the end of the hallway farthest from the exit and went up two flights of stairs. She found the door she was looking for and knocked.

Paris watched from the stairwell. She had been on her way to Ted’s room when she saw Zoey head for the back stairs.

The door in front of Zoey opened and she said, “Should I sit in the chair?”

Paris didn’t hear the response. She stood there for a moment as Zoey went inside and the door closed behind her. Who lived there?

The Truth - Chapter 22

Tracy was suddenly in her bedroom, still immobile. She was immensely curious why she was alone. Without warning, she was able to move again. A slim silver key with a wide head was in her hand. She looked around and saw no purpose for the key so she left the bedroom.

In the living room, Irina was standing against the far wall, naked. Her arms hung stiffly by her sides, hands flat, and her head was hanging down, chin almost to her chest. As Tracy approached she could see that Irina's eyes were closed and there was something unusual about her belly button. Getting closer she could see a thin metal opening in place of her belly button. The key would fit in the hole.

“What did you do, Irina?” Tracy waved her hands near Irina's face to no effect. Touching her, she found Irina's body to be hard but not as hard as the mannequin bodies were. Shaking Irina's shoulders proved difficult. She placed the key into the hole and heard an audible click as it settled in place. She gave the key a half turn.

Irina's body stiffened. Her head snapped up, her eyes opened wide. As Tracy let go of the key, her eyes became less wide. Stiffly she turned her head and looked at Tracy. “Thank You For Turn Ing Me On, Trace. Oh, I Sound Fun Ee.” She reach up to touch Tracy, her movements having an exaggerated stiffness.

Tracy was watching the key slowly turn. “When did you ask for this?” She took one of Irina's arms in hand and caressed it.

“I Called Ear Li Er To Day.” She leaned forward to kiss Tracy.

“Are you designed like the fantasy windup doll you always talked about?”

“I Gues-s-s Sssoo,” Irina's eyes widened as she felt herself slowing down. Her eyes fluttered shut as she stopped moving, attempting to embrace Tracy.

Tracy laughed and ducked under Irina's arms. “May as well test it out. You should fall asleep in five minutes if I don't wind you first. So let's see if that works.”

Irina heard Tracy's idea and would have pouted if she could move. After a moment or two it became hard to think and she drifted off to sleep.

The next thing she knew a jolt of energy was vibrating throughout her entire body. With each winding of the key she became more and more alert. She had no idea how many times the key was turned. When she could move, Tracy was already sitting on sofa fingering herself.

“Come over here and pleasure me, my doll,” Tracy yearned.

Irina felt her body lurch forward with undeniable purpose. “Must O Bey,” she heard herself say out loud. She had forgotten that part of the wind up doll fantasy involved obeying her master.

“You seem to have forgotten that part,” Tracy said. “I won't make you do anything you don't want to do.”

It took Irina a moment or two to kneel down in front of Tracy and get her arms situated

* * *

The doorbell rang. It was almost nine at night. Who could be ringing the bell at this hour? Jerry wondered. He tied the front of his bathrobe and went to the door. A delivery person was standing there with a huge package. He opened the door a crack, “Yes?”

“Special delivery. Sorry about the late hour but I have to finish my special deliveries before I can go back to the warehouse.”

“What is it?”

“I don't really know, sir. I'm just the guy delivering it. The invoice says “Science and Robotic Corporation.” Could you open the door?”

Jerry closed the door and slid the latch and opened the door wide.

The delivery man had the box on a dolly and was pushing it into Jerry's house as soon as the door opened. Jerry stepped back as the guy wheeled it past him and asked, “Is here good?”

“I suppose so.”

The delivery man pulled the dolly free from underneath the package. “Once again, I'm sorry about the lateness of the hour. Could you sign here?” The delivery man shoved a clipboard and a pen at Jerry.

He signed without looking, his eyes drawn to the six-foot tall package.

“Good night, Mr. Lyons.” The delivery man said, pulling the door closed behind him.

Jerry retrieved a cutting knife from his tool chest and cut the box open. Inside was another box emblazoned everywhere with the company name and logo for Science and Robotic Corporation as well as the contents of the package: The RoboPleas3000-Fem Model android. The box was opaque except for a clear plastic window where the robot's face could be seen, eyes closed. The face was familiar but he could not place it.

This had to be a mistake, Jerry thought. He searched around in the packaging for an invoice and found a letter from a vice president of marketing. Apparently he had won a drawing at a sci fi convention he had recently attended, sponsored by Science and Robotic Corporation. The prize he had pre-selected was the multipurpose pleasure robot. And here it was.

A long scissor line indicated where he should cut the outer box open so he did. Inside was a hardshell case and the warning to lay the unit down before opening the packing shell. Maneuvering the packed robot to the ground was only slightly difficult. The shell had latches all around it. He opened them and lifted the shell off. Inside the shell was dense foam padding holding a beautiful, seemingly sleeping woman in place. Her hair was chestnut in color and her face and hands were the shade of a Caucasian woman. Her fingers were unnaturally smooth and lacked fingerprints. She appeared to be wearing a formfitting blue jumpsuit with black boots. He touched the robot and it was soft but firm. The skin felt like human flesh, just a little cool to the touch. On the robot's torso was taped a “start here” brochure. It showed how to plug the robot in. It needed several hours of charging before use as well as twenty minutes to perform various self-diagnostics.

Under the brochure was an open compartment with an electrical cable attached to a receptacle inside the robot. The cord was coiled within the robot's stomach. The brochure said it could be plugged into any standard North American electrical outlet. He ran the cable to an outlet nearby and plugged it in.

The eyelids of the robot flicked opened, a bright green light glowed from them. After a moment the light flashed off and on a few times. When it was off, the eyes looked like human eyes. Then the light remained steady for a few seconds before the robot spoke. The glow from the eyes flashed for each syllable it spoke. “Unit S&R-A, Model RoboPleas3000-Fem, Serial Number 873HD83L 11 stroke 5 activated. Performing Initial System Diagnostics and Self-Checks. Please stand by. If eye lights turn red or off for more than five minutes, disconnect power from this unit. Diagnostics Commencing.”  The voice was flat but otherwise completely human sounding.

The eye lights switched between yellow, green and off, never red, for the next 20 minutes.

Jerry sat down in the next room and started thumbing through the thick owner's manual. In the twenty minutes it took for the robot to run its initialization routines, he read about various features of the robot. It was not just a sex toy, he discovered. It was a fully functional servant and could even cook or drive a car. The company took pride that their robots were not just sex machines. Jerry was not sure if he liked the idea of putting his body parts into a machine, let alone having that machine prepare a meal for him.

From the next room, the robot announced, “Initial diagnostics complete. All systems fully functional. Awaiting initiation instructions. Please designate this unit's owner now.”

Jerry returned to the foyer stating. “I am the owner. Jerry Lyons.”

The robot's eyes stopped glowing for a moment and the head turned and its very human looking eyes looked directly at Jerry. “Owner designated Jerry Lyons. Confirmed. How should Unit S&R-A refer to its owner?”

“Call me Jerry.”

“Confirmed, Jerry. What will this Unit's name be? Suggested name is Sandra.”

Jerry was amused by the robot's name. It did vaguely resemble his former employee but no one would think it was her so he said, “That's fine.”

“Designation: Sandra confirmed,” replied the robot Sandra. “Is this Sandra's default recharging location?”

“No, I have not decided where that should be yet.” Jerry replied.

“Default recharging location remains pending,” With each setting, the robot's eyes blinked. After confirming that the current address was considered home and that there were no other humans to be given complete control of the robot. Sandra stated, “This unit must fully charge the first time it is activated before regular use to ensure maximum battery life. Charge time required is 12 hours 15 minutes. This unit will shut down until charge is complete. Are there any other orders you wish to give before shutdown?”

“Just remain deactivated until I unplug you,” he said pointing.

“Acknowledged. Shutting down.” The unit's eyes closed and then flashed yellow once every few seconds. According to the manual this was to inform you that the unit was not done charging.

He did not like the idea of a robot in his house alone so he placed a call to his boss' work phone as well as his assistant's work phone informing them he had some errands to run and would work from home tomorrow. He took the owner's manual to his bedroom and continued reading about his robot before going to sleep.

* * *

Sarah moved over to the desk and found a note addressed to her reading, “If you are curious, Sarah, turn on the TV.” Inwardly cursing her own predictability, she got up and sat down on the sofa, not far from the immobilized Debra and Genny.

As the TV came on, an image of an unknown hallway could be seen. Sandra, still a mannequin, stood in the foreground. To the side of her Jon could be heard casting a few spells. “I dressed as a delivery person with clipboard I. Sandra flesh Sandra.”

“Where are we?” Sandra asked. “You know, I’m not supposed to be naked outside your apartment. What if someone sees me?”

“Calm down, you won’t be so exposed for long. Do you know where we are?” He asked.

Looking around she replied, “No idea.”

“This is the apartment of Jerry Lyons, a man you recently decided needed frequent blowjobs.” He held his hand up, telling her not to explain anything. “Since you botched that up so badly and were untrustworthy involving my pen in the first place, I’ve decided to grant you one of your desires. You get to be a sex robot for Jerry.”

“What?” Sandra exclaimed. “You’re turning me into a sex toy for my former boss. I quit my job to spend time with you.”

“And as a member of my harem, you can and must have sex with whomever I say, whenever I say so. Well, this is how I’m saying so. Now just stand still and keep your voice down, I command it.”

Her body went stock still from the command. “How long will this last?” she whispered.

“At least a month, depends on how long it takes for me to miss you, I guess,” he taunted her smiling. “Any last words?”

“No, just do it. I should be excited about this.”

“Well, this is a full immersion transformation. You will believe you are a robot. But, first things first. Sandra look-alike Jerry Lyon’s ideal woman Sandra.”

Sandra’s hair turned chestnut in color and became a little longer. Her eyes turned green. She grew a few inches taller as well as a few inches thinner and her bust filled out some more. The shape of her face changed very little. She was now long and lean.

Observing via the TV, Sarah commented, “She does look nice.”

Mira laughed musically in Sarah’s mind, “You are turned on.” She somehow made a sound like inhaling deeply in Sarah’s mind. “Mind if I experiment?”

“Nothing too restrictive.”

“How’s this?” Sarah was suddenly covered from neck to toe and to her fingertips in skin tight, electric blue latex. The underwear she had been wearing now outside Mira. “You should take that underwear off.”

Sarah stood up and removed the underwear while admiring herself in the living room mirror. “I suppose you want me to finger myself through you.” She sat back down.

“Immensely,” Mira sighed. “What’s Jon saying?”

Jon looked Sandra over. “Very nice. I should leave you like that.”

“What do I look like?”

“A supermodel. Here goes: Spell Sandra becomes the S&R-A robot in its shipping shell Spell.”

In a blink, a cardboard box the size of Sandra was standing where she had been standing. A mover’s dolly was positioned beneath the box. Jon picks up the clipboard, finds a sheet that indicates the apartment he was at and pressed the doorbell button.

Mira’s voice interrupted, “You can push deeper, I won’t rip. Is he giving that girl away as a robot? I’m having trouble following the action.”

Fingering herself harder, Sarah replied, “Sandra has a fantasy for becoming a robot and Jon is fulfilling it. I’m not sure I see the punishment angle though. Shh, the door is opening.”

The door opened slightly, on a security chain, and Jerry asked, “Can I help you?”

Jon convinces Jerry he has a package that Jerry must sign for and Jerry opens the door to let him in.

Sarah finds herself near orgasm and finds it hard to pay close attention. She orgasms as Jerry is signing the confirmation of delivery. “Mira, turn into something sexy with an open crotch. Maybe we can get Jon to fuck both of us at once.”

Mira reformed into a fire-engine red, lace-topped, corset with matching garters, stocking, and open-crotched panties. Five-inch, Red patent leather pumps and a matching leather choker accessorize the outfit.

Sweat glistens off Sarah’s skin. “That was the fastest anyone has probably ever gotten out of a latex body suit after perspiring in it.” She reached up to touch the choker. “Oh, that’s so cool. The choker can’t be removed except by you being removed.”

“I don’t need clasps or zippers. The latex suit had no seams either.” Mira commented.

Shortly after Jerry closed the front door, Jon appeared in the room. “What’s he doing?”

“He went to get a box opener and is cutting the box open,” Sarah replied without turning to look at Jon. She stood up and turned to greet him. “That package looks awfully heavy.”

Jon was standing at the desk looking through the papers as he replied, “The dolly helped. If you look at how she’s packed, the shipping carton probably weighs as much as she does.” He looked at Sarah and continued, “But perhaps you were referring to another package.”

“I was,” Sarah answered looking at Jon’s crotch.

“You’re not planning to take that off, are you?”

“I couldn’t if I wanted to,” she replied turning around once. “No clasps, buttons, fasteners or zippers.” She lifted her foot onto the sofa cushion, reached down, and spread the opening in her panties. “Plenty of access though.”

“Nice shoes,” he stated. “Lean yourself face down over Debra.” As she complied he dropped his pants and willed himself to erection. He spread the fabric of her panties and pushed inside Sarah.

Sarah rubbed the top of her groin against the curve of Debra’s immobile hip while stroking the living mannequins’ breasts and arms.

Mira moaned in pleasure for only Sarah to hear. His pelvis against the panties, his thighs against the stockings, his arms holding on to the herring bone of the corset. Her fabric body being rubbed between Sarah and Debra’s bodies felt divine. She had been planning to flow over his skin before this started but she had no idea how incredible this would feel. Even as fabric, she could feel the power he commanded. She wanted to feel the cock inside her properly.

“He’s plugging Sandra in. Sarah mannequin Sarah. I’ll be right back.”

MANIP - Pageant Winner

This was a simple mannequin request that, after seeing the nice big sash with incomprehensible writing on it, I knew I could add weirder writing to it. I'm trying to imagine how the competition goes if the living mannequins are also actual mannequins. "We'll it's been fourteen weeks and so far, none of the living mannequins have even blinked. These girls are made of steel." "Actually, Dan, they're some form of plastic or fiberglass."

Transcript

Translated from Japanese:

"Mei, I am so proud of you," her mother said. "I deeply regret calling your dreams of being crowned Miss Living Mannequin foolish all those years. When you were named as one of four representatives from Japan to compete here in Manila, I shamefully admit I thought you had peaked. Then, when you disagreed with me about how you should be posed today, I thought all was lost. I am humbled to admit, daughter. Because you were right, you are now recognized as the best living mannequin in Asia.

"Three months from now, we'll ship you to Berlin, and I'll fly first class, to see if you can win the top prize you've always dreamed of: Miss Living Mannequin of the World.

"I'm sure you are pleased as well. I have a gift for you. Bring it in boys. This pose is so perfect. You will use it in Germany. I had a specially crafted case made so the pose will be preserved until you compete and win in Berlin."

She spoke to the men.

"Good, I see you have white gloves, as requested. Before you pack her away, boys. Let me get a pic of her. The sash goes here on this table, not in the case.

"Why pack her away?

"Sure, the pageant doesn't ask them to remain as mannequins between competitions. But, Mei will be stored because she did not listen to her mother about how to pose today. It's not important that she was right. A good daughter listens to her mother. I didn't devote my life to carting around a useless, plastic dummy for it to disrespect its mother." The screeching anger in her voice faded. Her shoulders sagged. A tear ran down her face.

Quietly, "Knowing Mei, she prefers being locked away in a case over dealing with the real world for the next three months. That's why she wins these silly competitions.

"Being a mannequin isn't something she turns on and off when she need to. She embraces all there is about being a mannequin, like spending months packed into a box. She's always felt an affinity for dolls. When she would play with dolls, she played along side them. She feels she is one of them.

"I shouldn't cry. Pack her away carefully. We have a plane to catch. She's no doubt thrilled to learn that I understand what makes her tick. I've always known who you are, daughter. Now, enjoy your vacation. You deserve it. You know I was never really mad at you. Well, 'useless, plastic dummy' may have crossed a line. My apologies, Mei-San."

Ted's Dolls 38: Doll

If you haven't read any of the prior Ted's Dolls stories, you should start with Ted's Dolls 1: Jane before reading this one. I highly recommend rereading Ted’s Dolls 37: Emily 8 before reading this chapter if you haven’t read it recently. This chapter follows directly from the events in that episode.

After restoring Rob, Earl, and Burke, Emily carried Richard back to his room. She wanted to experiment. She sat him down in his desk chair and then crawled under his desk. She settled his feet on her chest and transformed herself into a doll.

Doll knew what Emily wanted Doll to do and did so. Doll transformed Owner back to Human. Owner almost immediately massaged Doll’s boobs with his feet. Doll used some of the techniques taught to Emily by Former Owner Ted to stave off bliss. Doll enjoyed the pleasure of the foot massage even more without blissing.

Doll wasn’t expecting Owner to say anything when he said, “I’m going to bed. Join me when you are able.” He got up and went into the bathroom.

Doll did not want to turn back into Emily. Doll also didn’t want to miss out on sleeping in bed with Owner. Doll came up with a solution.

Doll transformed.

“Did you start your transformation before I told you I was going to sleep?” Richard said as her warm naked body snuggled up beside him.

“No, O– Richard. D– I heard you.”

“Your transformation time is under two minutes already.”

“Something like that.” As he fell asleep, Living Doll was impressed with self. Living Doll didn’t need Emily.

* * *

“Owner?”

Richard heard Emily through the fog of sleep and was intrigued. “Yes, Doll?”

Living Doll was excited. “Your Doll needs you.”

“Needs me how?”

“Doll needs to be fucked properly.”

“Not an improper fucking?”

“No. Owner would not do that to Doll.”

Richard sat up. “Doll is looking rather active. Are you sure you’re my Doll?”

Doll flopped down on the bed like a marionettes whose strings were cut. Doll didn’t answer.

“I am feeling a bit frisky. Guess I should use my Doll to do something about that.” He turned Emily over onto her back and bent her in half. Without a word he fucked his Doll. When he was done, he just left it in a heap and went into the bathroom.

Doll was so happy. Doll got up and saw Emily’s clothes. Living Doll must wear clothes, it thought. Doll put on the clothes and knocked on the door to the bathroom. “O- I’m heading back to my room.”

“See you later.”

As Living Doll walked to Emily’s room, it wondered what it should do. It knew Emily usually showered in the morning so it planned to do that when it got there.

It managed to remember to remove the clothes before showering. Living Doll wasn’t sure if its skin was human or doll skin. Its skin was in between.

After showering, Living Doll got dressed. It didn’t think it needed a bra as its breasts were not as affected by external forces as Emily’s were. Doll enjoyed the pleasure of getting dressed more than it expected. Emily would go to her class now. Doll was not sure what to expect there. When it arrived, Doll realized it had no idea what going to class was and relinquished control.

Emily was standing at the front of her English class. Several people were looking at her. Not much time passed for the transition, if at all. From the point of view of the people looking at her, she just walked in and stopped. She was very confused as her body felt funny and she wasn’t sure why.

“What did you do, Doll?” she thought.

“Owner and Doll had sex. Didn’t you notice?”

“I did. I meant how did you take control?”

“Why should you be in control all the time?”

“I’m the human.”

“And Doll is Doll. Is your answer speciesist? Humans are better than dolls?”

“Am I arguing with myself?”

“Ultimately, yes.”

Emily wasn’t sure what to say. “We’ll talk about this later when I don’t have to pay attention to class.”

“Okay.”

* * *

As lunch time arrived, Emily was not hungry or thirsty. She had no need for a bathroom. When she looked at her skin it looked like human skin. But when she touched it, it didn’t react like skin. It reacted like a doll’s skin does. How was she moving around and a doll at the same time? Was this the kind of magic she was meant to do instead of Ted’s magic? How long could she stay like this?

In the afternoon, she went to Richard’s room. He wasn’t there yet. Usually when this happened she would lay under his desk and turn herself into a doll. How would a tit rub feel if she could move? She removed her clothes and crawled under his desk. She lay there.

“You will get bored,” Doll said in her mind.

“No, I won’t.”

“May I make a suggestion?”

“Could I stop you?”

“No.” Doll laughed. “You are a living doll. That means you are able to move. It also means you are a doll. You can choose not to move.”

“How do I…?” Emily felt the change. She was no longer able to move. She had turned that part of her off.

“How do you know all this?”

“How do you not?”

“That’s part of the problem, Doll. You’re me. I’m you. Yet, you know things about my magic that I don’t.”

“And you know things about being human that I don’t. Seems fair.”

Time passed.

“How do I turn back to Living Doll or Human?”

“I could show you. Relinquish control.”

“Okay. I trust you.”

Doll lay under the desk.

“Show me.”

“After the tit rub. Doll loves tit rubs.”

“So do I but you said your would show me how to transform.”

“And Doll will. After the tit rub.”

“Fine. It’s not like I wasn’t going to just lay here anyway.”

“Exactly.”

Time passed.

Owner returned to the room. “This is a habit I can really get use to, Em.” He went to the bathroom and returned without his shoes and socks. He sat down and did some homework as the bottoms of his feet rubbed the doll’s breasts.

Doll cast the spell to become a Living Doll. When Owner was paying close attention to his computer, Doll caught Owner’s foot with its hand and pulled Owner’s toes into its mouth.

“This is new,” Owner said. He sat back so he could look down at Doll. “When did you transform?”

“A moment ago, does Owner want Owner’s toes sucked?”

“Your transformation times are that fast now?”

Doll nodded with several toes in its mouth.

“You referred to me as Owner this morning. I could get use to such role play.”

“Command your Doll.”

“Suck my toes until I say stop, Doll.”

Doll nodded and spent some time sucking each toe. Owner was staring at the ceiling, enjoying the attention.

“Great,” Emily thought. “He thinks I’m acting.”

“Doll is you. You would suck Owner’s toes, too.”

“I would.”

“Then you would be acting, too.”

“I can’t argue with myself.”

“Yet you do.”

“When will you give back control?”

“When Owner commands it.”

“Why would he do that?”

“Because Doll will get him to do so. Patience. You have a lot to learn about being Doll.”

“I suppose I do.”

After a while, Owner said, “That’s enough. Don’t think I’ve ever had my toes sucked for forty minutes before.”

“Owner just had to command it.”

“Is that so? Stop calling me Owner. Call me Richard.”

“As Richard commands.”

“How did you make my name sound exactly like you said Owner.”

Doll did not reply.

“In any case, we need to get ready for the game tonight. So no more doll stuff. Be Emily. Owner commands it.”

“As you wish, Richard,” Doll said. Doll got up and sat in his lap. “One last command though, tell me that I have to be your doll when we’re alone in your room or my room. And as a doll, I can’t ask you to change that.”

“I command it.”

Doll kissed him and relinquished control. Emily enjoyed the kiss.

He ended the kiss and said, “Get dressed. We don’t want to be late. And we still have to get your cloak and stuff from your room.”

Emily felt his words – Get dressed – were a command and felt compelled to obey. Silently she got dressed.

“Why did you make me obedient to him?” She thought.

“Doll obeys him. Why shouldn’t you?”

“I’m not a doll.”

“You are Doll. I am Doll. Doll is us. Admit it to yourself.”

“Are you okay,” Richard said. “You seem to be deep in thought.”

“It’s nothing.”

“Good. Clear your thoughts. We’re just Princess Mylya and Sir Lyle Wentworth tonight. Let’s go to your room for your stuff.” He had a bag containing his knight costume.

“I must get dressed. It’s too bad my ladies in waiting aren’t around.”

“That’s the spirit.”

* * *

“Emily really threw herself into being the Princess tonight,” Earl said after the game ended. He was washing stuff in the kitchen as Rhana got ready for bed.

“It was refreshing. It’s amazing how quickly she’s become an expert role player.”

“I thought it was a little too much at times.”

“She’ll learn to balance it better over time.”

“I suppose.”

Earl joined Rhana in bed.

“I miss the game leading to a sex scene in bed.”

“Me too. But I also like playing the game with a small group of players. Sunday night’s game has gotten a bit unwieldy.”

“We do have the six weeks of Winter break to do some side quests with Lady Elswood.”

“Perhaps.”

“Earlier, while you were in the bathroom, Emily said she had a surprise for me if I was still interested in being a doll over winter break.”

“When did you talk to her about that?”

“Oh. I mentioned it to her after the girls finished planning for poker night during lunch on Tuesday.”

“I can’t believe you said anything after she told you about Jane.”

“She seemed okay. And by the time that occurred to me I’d already asked.”

“How convenient.”

“Don’t be like that.”

“Don’t be like you were.”

“You’re right.”

“But it seems okay now.”

“Lucky for you.”

“If I’ve been a bad girl, you’ll have to do something about it.”

“Yes. I should just go to sleep and leave you hanging.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“I said, ‘I should.’”

* * *

In the morning, Emily woke up in charge of herself. Normally she would go to the bathroom and slip out to go back to her room. But she had no reason to do either of those things. She had no classes this Friday. And there wasn’t any point to sitting in her room alone. She thought about giving Richard a wake up blowjob. But a doll doesn’t do things without being told.

“You’re warming up to be Doll like Doll is.”

“Perhaps.”

“Maybe if Owner commanded it, you would enjoy it more.”

“If he commanded me to enjoy it, of course I’d enjoy it.”

“No, if he command Doll to be Doll all the time, Doll would enjoy being Doll all the time.”

“I almost followed that. You mean if I was Doll.”

“You are Doll. Doll is Doll.”

“If I embraced dollhood, I’d think like Doll.”

“You already do. You’re just stubborn. You are Doll.”

“So what would the command be?”

Richard woke up alone in bed. Emily was sitting at his desk. “Are you awake? I want you to read something.”

“Okay.” Bleary eyed, Richard sat up and stood behind the desk chair she sat in. She pulled his arms down onto her chest held his hands against her body. “What is this?”

“Doll is enjoying Owner’s rules. Doll thought rules could be better. So, if Owner likes these rules. And he commands it, Doll would obey these rules.”

“Emily…”

“Call me Doll, Owner.”

“I commanded you to call me Richard last night.”

“Doll is wrong, Richard. But Doll prefers Owner.”

“Fine, you can call me Owner when we’re alone.”

“Thank you, Owner. What about these rules?”

“They seem a bit extreme, Emily.”

“Doll.”

He continued to read the rules. “Why?”

“It would be fun. We both love role play. That’s all this is.”

“Okay. As long as you’re also Emily.”

“Doll is Doll and Doll is Emily.”

“So, if I command this, you’ll spend the day while I’m not here basically like a statue.”

“Doll will faithfully wait for Owner’s return in the exact place Owner left Doll. Does this not make Owner feel powerful? Owner could snap fingers and give a command and Doll would be powerless to resist.”

“Role play?”

“Of course, Richard.”

“Okay, I order Doll to obey these instructions.”

“Yes, Owner.”

“Are you going to breakfast?”

“If Owner orders it.”

“I can’t order breakfast, we have to go get it.”

“Owner is very witty.”

“Oh, that was funny. You could have laughed.”

Doll laughed, a tittering giggle.

“Now you’re patronizing me. Fine. No more speaking. Just stand over there looking out the window and don’t move until I tell you to.”

Doll smiled and did as Doll was told.

Owner got dressed and left the room.

“Why did you get Owner mad?” Emily thought.

“Doll? You didn’t laugh. You could have taken charge.”

“It was only a little funny.”

“You would know better than Doll.”

“We can’t move.”

“Of course not. Owner told Doll to stand here.”

“Look, there is Owner walking out of the dorm.”

“Owner looked back at Doll.”

“Owner loves Doll.”

“No, Owner owns Doll. Doll is a thing to Owner.”

“Owner is not like that.”

“Owner will be.”

“What does Doll mean?”

“Doll will make Owner treat Doll like a thing.”

“Why would Doll do that?”

“Why would Emily serve chattel?”

“What!?”

“Doll heard Doll. Why would Emily serve chattel?”

“Get out of Doll’s head?”

“Who’s head?”

“Doll’s. Doll’s? Doll’s. Doll!”

“Is Doll trying to say Emily?”

“Doll. Doll. Why can Doll say it but Doll can’t?”

“Because you are Doll. Doll is you. And I’m not Doll.” The last words thought dropped in pitch. They sounded as if said by the man in Doll’s thoughts. The man’s voice Doll believed belonged to the man who kidnapped Jane. This voice laughed. And laughed.

“No, Doll is not Doll. Doll is Doll. Doll means Doll is Doll. Doll! Doll!!”

The man’s voice paused its laughter. “Do you mean Amelia?”

“Yes. Doll. No. Wait, that’s not right.”

“No? How about Amy?”

“Yes. No. Doll is...”

“Esmerelda? Tabitha? Janet?” Laughter followed each name.

“No. No. No. Doll not know. Doll is… Doll is… Doll! Fuck!”

Laughter sang throughout Doll’s mind. Doll stood there, a smile frozen on its face, immobile, impotent, and nameless.

The Truth - Chapter 21

Mira, Jon, Sarah, Dorothy, and Sandra, the latter as a mannequin, appeared in the living room of Mira's apartment. The room was large with seating for at least a dozen people and standing room for another dozen at least. The furniture was bright white in color with modern lines. A glass coffee table sat between two sofas and a pair of glass credenzas behind the third sofa and along one of the walls made up the rest of the free standing furniture. One wall had a corridor leading off of it presumably to the front door. The opposite wall was filled with built-in shelving, entertainment electronics, and a stone fireplace. Subdued abstract artwork hung either side of a corridor leading off the third wall. A breakfast bar separated the living room from the kitchen on the fourth wall.

“You entertain frequently?” Sarah asked.

“Only when Henry is here,” Mira replied, gesturing that everyone should sit down.

“Henry?”

“My husband,” Mira said flatly. “He's on a business trip to Europe at the moment. He's rarely around.” Lowering her voice conspiratorially she added, “I most want to be his clothes, frankly.”

“You told them about that fetish?” Dorothy inquired somewhat shocked.

“Why should I settle for being a mannequin when what I really desire seems possible?”

Jon interrupted, “I'm not sure I like the idea of either of you transforming outside my direct influence. And what will Henry think of you turning into clothing?”

“When I once told Henry my idea he had the most brilliant suggestion that made my desire for the impossible even greater. He suggested I could manifest body parts like a tongue while pressed up against someone's body. So I could give a blowjob to him while he was wearing me.”

“That's so hot,” Sarah commented.

“Okay, so I need to limit where or when you can do this. Do you also want to be a textilemorph, Dorothy?”

“I don't think so,” Dorothy replied.

“But I don't want you becoming a mannequin just anywhere in front of just anyone.” Jon replied. “So I'll give you the mannequin ability only if it is limited to the store and when you are not with someone unaware of your ability. And you won't be able to tell people of your ability. Neither of you will.”

“Actually, if I could do anything I'd become a statue or a fountain.”

“A statue?”

“My cool stone body, naked of course, posed provocatively with water bubbling out of my mouth into the fountain and running up through my body back to my mouth.” She stood up and posed like a playful water nymph.

Mira added, “Dorothy last Halloween stood in that corner of the room painted from head to toe like marble for one of my parties.”

“That would be a fine place for me to be for a year or so,” Dorothy said wistfully.

“A year or so?” Sarah exclaimed. “Shall I start a spell, Jon?”

“Sure, why not?” Jon shrugged. “At least I'll know where she is. Who will run the store?”

“You're really going to do it?” Dorothy exclaimed. “Rachel can run the day to day stuff and deal with the employees. Mira can do the purchasing, she practically picks all the lines we carry now as it is.”

“Mira, I think I know what to do with you. We'll create a clip that you can attach to a hanger or a dress form. Then you can touch the clip and think to yourself “I am fabric” at which point you and whatever you are wearing disappears and you turn into an outfit on the hanger or dress form. You can only turn back to normal if you are on a hanger or a dress form. Once someone puts you on, you cannot transform until they take you off. You also cannot transform in front of anyone aside from us and the store clerks.”

“When I turn back to normal can I choose to wear the outfit I had become rather than the outfit I had been wearing?”

“I suppose that's okay.”

“I would also like to be able to communicate with whomever is wearing me telepathically. Maybe even influence their actions.”

“That doesn't sound safe. Only people aware of your ability to turn into clothing can be communicated with.”

“That's good enough. Now, about my tongue...”

“Maybe after we've done just the clothes for a week or two.”

Sarah handed Jon Dorothy's spell. “I'll start the textilemorph now.”

He took the spells and went over them. “Okay Dorothy, I need you to sign this and then pick your pose so I can do your transformation.”

“How will I turn back?”

“There is a one year time limit. Also we can communicate with you telepathically by plugging your spout. At any time I can return you to normal should you decide being stoned isn't all you really were hoping for.”

“What will this cost me?”

“At the moment, nothing. But once you return to flesh if you want to transform again, you'll give me just about everything you own.”

Mira interrupted, “And what will my change cost?”

“$25,000 a month,” Jon responded.

“Deal,” Mira replied reaching out to shake his hand.

“I could have gotten more?”

“Perhaps,” she smiled.

Dorothy reached out to shake his hand. “I'm ready.”

“Do you have any family or friends who will notice once you've gone missing?”

“Just a daughter in California. She never calls. If she comes looking for me she will start with Mira so Mira can cover for me.”

“Any one else?”

Mira added, “Write a note to your maid service telling them you'll be out of the country for a while and won't need service except maybe once a month.” She got up and returned quickly with a notepad and a pen.

“Good idea.” Dorothy wrote a note to her maid service.

“We'll go over to her place later to clear out her kitchen of perishable foods.” Sarah commented.

“Another good idea.”

“Okay, now I'm really ready,” Dorothy said standing up and going over to the corner. “What do you think?” She stood with her legs spread slightly, toes pointed outward. Her back bent to the side, her lower arm pointing straight down her other arm pointing straight up. She was looking up at her raised hand and her mouth formed a circle. With her lower arm she indicate an arc saying, “The water would go like this somehow.”

“Okay, stand still,” Jon said. He touched the floor at her feet and tray of stone appeared beneath her. A low pedestal raised her off the ground another half foot. Her body stiffened then changed color. Soon she was the same white color as the pedestal and tray. Water bubbled out of her mouth and ran down her body to the tray. After a moment the tray filled and the bubbling water began to arc away from her body until it finally reached full pressure. Jon put his finger in the statue's mouth and thought, “How do you feel?”

“Wonderful,” came the dreamy response.

“Enjoy yourself,” Jon thought taking his finger out of her mouth. “She's wonderful, she says.” He told the others.

“She looks awesome,” Mira replied. “I always wanted a water feature over there. My turn?”

“Go get a hanger,” Jon said as Sarah handed him a spell.

“I can do better than that. Follow me.” She got up and led them to a bedroom. Inside was a sewing room full of half finished garments and a few dress forms. “Let me just set this form up in front of the mirror.”

Jon signed several of the spells a clip appeared. He attached it to the dress form, on the underside so it would not interfere with clothing on the form. “Sign this and get me a check for twenty-five grand.”

Mira shook her head. “One moment.”

“You are going to have two spells. One that turns you to fabric and one that turns you to flesh. When you wish to return to flesh, you just think three times 'I am flesh'. When you wish to turn into clothing and the clip is in place on a hanger or dummy, you just imagine how the outfit looks and think three times 'I am fashion'.”

Mira returned with the check. “Where do you bank? I'll have an automatic deposit setup.”

Sarah handed Mira a slip of paper. “Here's his bank routing data.”

“She is remarkably efficient. Where did you find her?”

“In a bar.” Jon deadpanned. “Sign this.”

“What am I signing?”

“It basically says you are willing to let me do anything I want to you.”

She signed it, “I'm sure you could do that whether I signed this or not.”

“It makes me feel better knowing you stepped into my world with your eyes open.”

She touched the dress form and disappeared. A black asymmetric dress appeared on the dress form. A pair of black pumps and a silver-line clutch were hooked in the bottom of the dress form.

“Very nice,” Sarah said.

“Turn back to normal,” Jon commanded.

Mira was standing next to the dress form wearing the black ensemble. “That was cool.”

“We should get going. We have to deal with Genny still.” Sarah said to Jon.

“Wait,” Mira asked. “Sarah, would you mind wearing me and letting me accompany you two tonight?”

“I'm not sure Jon will...”

“Sure,” Jon interrupted. “The look on the others faces when she jumps off you will be priceless.” He picked up a hanger from the floor and transferred the clip to it. “Go to the next bedroom and disrobe and I'll bring Mira in on this hanger.”

Sarah stood there a second unsure until Jon leveled his eye at her and mouthed the word “Go” at her. In the next room, she took off her clothes feeling odd that she would not want to be naked in front of Mira or Jon. Soon Jon knocked on the door and held the hanger out through the doorway. The dress was knee-length and made of a supple blue leather with matching boots.

Sarah put it on and found the sleeves were long with decorative snaps on the forearm. The neckline plunged deeply and the skirt was cinched inward making it difficult to walk. “Can you widen the skirt?” Sarah asked aloud.

Mira's voice responded in her head, “No, he asked me to make the dress with a hobble skirt as well as this.” As she finished Sarah's arms folded behind her and the decorative snaps locked her arms behind her.

“Jon!” Sarah called out.

The door swung open. “Is there a problem, Slave?”

Sarah's defiance deflated instantly. “I don't feel like a slave.”

“Not even in that get up?” Jon laughed. “Sandra, Jon and Sarah teleport home Sandra, Jon and Sarah.”

They arrived, with Mira, in the living room. The harem remained as they left it is various sexual positions as mannequins.

Jon laughed. “There aren't usually so many mannequins in my harem. Just Debra. Spin around Sarah so Mira can see the whole room.”

“She likes the wall mirror,” Sarah relayed.

Jon sat down at the desk. He wrote a few quick spells. Then he started reading a file that had just appeared out of nowhere.

“What's that?”

“A dossier on Genny's boss, Jerry Lyons. He's single. Lives alone. He's not dating anyone at the moment.” He read some more and shortly exclaimed, “Jackpot! I can kill two birds with one stone.” He signed a few more spells. “That should remove all the magic Sandra caused today. No more forced blowjobs for Genny.”

He got up, “Mira, release Sarah's arms. Sarah, create a spell for Genny so that she doesn't have porn star boobs all the time. I'll be back in 15 minutes. I'll deal with Genny then. Jon and Sandra teleport Jerry's front door Jon and Sandra.”

Ted's Dolls 37: Emily 8

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.

I highly recommend rereading Ted’s Dolls 33: Emily 7 before reading this chapter if you haven’t read it recently.

Emily lay in her bed, staring at the ceiling. Morning light filled the room. She should be up and getting ready for her Monday morning classes. But, even that imperative was derailed today. She looked over at the empty bed across the room. Who would kidnap Jane?

And how had they done it? Ted’s dolls had made that easy, she guessed. People were always walking around with an inanimate body. Whoever carried Jane out of their room was just someone else with an inanimate body in hand.

Richard had been wonderful. He’d insisted that she stay in his room last night. Or that he stay here with her. The temptation to become a doll and hide in Richard’s room had been great. She’d told him she didn’t want to become afraid of her dorm room. She was sure she must have fallen asleep at some point. Probably.

Part of her memory was returning and that was not a welcome event. When she wasn’t asleep last night, she heard a voice. A man’s voice. A monster’s voice. Chattel. It had referred to non-wizards as chattel. And that she was a whore for being subservient to chattel. Every time she heard it in her mind she shuttered. It was probably the voice of whomever had kidnapped Jane. It made her afraid. It made her mad.

She got up and got ready for the day. She and Ted were meeting with the Dean of Students about Jane’s disappearance. Richard met her outside the dorm and walked with her to the Dean’s office.

They were told to go right in as soon as they arrived. Ted was standing next to a man in a business suit. Dean Etta Warren was seated behind her desk. A man in a suit was on her side of the desk leaning against it talking with the dean. Another man stood off to the side, talking quietly into a cell phone.

“Ah, Miss Scarborough is here. We can finally begin,” Dean Warren said. “Why don’t we go around the room and introduce ourselves. I’m Etta Warren, Dean of Students.”

She indicated the man standing by himself should go next. “I’m George Martinez, lead counsel for the school.”

The man leaning against the desk had moved to the near side of the desk and sat in one of the stuffed chairs. “I’m Detective Ned Grimbley. I’ll be filing the missing persons report when we’re done.”

“I’m Ted Ionescu, student.”

“I’m legal counsel for Mr. Ionescu and for Miss Scarborough, Luca Novak.”

“I’m Emily Scarborough. I wasn’t expecting so many people to be here.”

“I’m Richard Bonaduce. Emily and I are dating.”

“Should I start?” The detective said. With a nod from the Dean, he said, “Miss Scarborough, may I call you Emily?”

She nodded.

“Emily, can you tell us what happened on the evening of Wednesday, December seventh?”

“Probably not,” she said. “From my memory, after classes ended, I went to see Richard. We ate dinner in the cafeteria and then we both attended a gaming night hosted by a friend. We didn’t leave there until nearly midnight.”

“What do you mean by ‘Probably Not’?”

“Because last night, I learned my memory was probably tampered with.”

“Tampered with?” Mr. Martinez said with more than a hint of condescension.

“If I may?” Ted said. “Emily, according to your memory, when was the last time you saw Jane Panabaker?”

“The Wednesday before Thanksgiving break. I guess that was November twenty-third.”

“But people have seen you with Jane many times between then and now. I saw you and Jane along with Richard this past Wednesday.”

“I have no memory of that. I remember returning to school Sunday night after the long weekend and most of Jane’s stuff was gone. I don’t know where the impression came from, but I thought she had dropped out of school and was going to pursue her modeling career full time.”

“Emily, we have no record of Jane dropping out of school,” Dean Warren said. “We have several teachers who saw Miss Panabaker in classes up until Wednesday evening.”

“I know. Richard and Ted helped me discover my memories of Jane after Thanksgiving were altered.”

“I was told to just roll with the magic talk,” Grimbley said. “I’ll probably have more questions about it later. Instead, let’s stick to what happened. When did Miss Panabaker actually disappear?”

“Emily discovered she was a wizard November thirtieth when she performed transformation magic on herself,” Ted said. “Richard called me to figure out how she had been transformed when up until that time, I was the only known wizard capable of doing this on campus.”

“Transformation?” Mr. Martinez said.

“Like one of your dolls, Mr. Ionescu?” Dean Warren said.

“Yes. She did it again on Sunday night to herself and to Richard. Jane went to the city for a week long modeling gig on Thursday, you can pull up news reports of Jane wearing the finale dress at the Rose Adder show that Friday. The following Wednesday, the morning after Jane returned from the gig, she asked me if I’d seen Emily and we discovered neither she nor Richard had been seen since Sunday. We got into Richard’s dorm room and found the two of them had been transformed by Emily.”

“Ted had warned me I might get stuck and I did and so did Richard,” Emily said.

“Emily and I later attended the gaming event together that night,” Richard said. “And Emily told everyone there she had transformed Jane before coming to the game. Jane was restored the next day because she was in my one o’clock class Thursday. That evening, Emily and I went to a different game event, a role-playing game event, and Emily said she had once again left Jane transformed in front of the dorm window.”

“I still don’t remember that.”

“Why did you transform her? Anger? Jealousy?”

“Friendship,” Emily said. “Jane became a model because Ted turned her into a mannequin back in September. She was used as a model for a line of mannequins that got her the attention of a real modeling agency and the work she did early last week. She loves being a mannequin. I didn’t try to turn her into a mannequin but being a doll is similar. I don’t know if it was my idea or hers. If she asked me, I wouldn’t have said no.”

“No one saw Jane on Friday,” Ted said.

“She was reported absent to her Friday classes,” Dean Warren said. “So you’re guessing she disappeared Thursday night.”

“That makes the most sense,” Richard said.

“And how was your memory tampered with?”

“Ted?”

“How is probably not what you want to know. An unknown wizard, probably whoever kidnapped Jane, is who did it. I found an energy signature in Emily’s room. I taught Emily a quick spell and she was able to see that past event.”

“You can turn people into dolls and see into the past with magic?”

“I can’t,” Ted said. “But Emily can. The spell I was teaching was one I know that can give me impressions of magic recently cast in a place. Emily was able to see the past with that same spell. My family find it baffling.”

“If you find it baffling, how are we supposed to find it?”

“I’m not really here to give you a primer on how magic works. Suffice it to say, most wizards range of spells is limited, usually to a common theme. Emily, since we don’t know her origin, is an enigma. With that tangent out of the way, you should describe what you saw when you cast the new spell.”

“I heard the voice of a man who undoubtedly kidnapped Jane,” Emily said. “He was upset about my lack of a superiority complex regarding wizards and non-wizards.”

“What do you know about Miss Panabaker’s relationship with Stockton Perry?”

“Nothing,” Emily said. “Based on the videos I’ve seen since last night, I’m sure I would have asked her about being in his orbit. But I have no memory of those conversations if they occurred. Is he a suspect?”

“Did she have any enemies on campus?”

“I can’t imagine she did.”

“Then Mr. Perry or someone at the fashion shows are likely suspects. But we have no leads that would make such an inquiry warranted.”

“Jane told me that Mr. Perry was curious about her time as a mannequin,” Ted said. “He knew all the details of her being used to make the new mannequin molds. He also said he wanted to meet me.”

“That moves him up my list,” Detective Grimbley said. “I’m sure finding a motive among the models she met in the city would be easy. Whoever was going to do the Rose Adder show finale probably got bumped. That’s motive. However, I doubt a model is kidnapping people hundreds of miles from the city.”

“Since you are already interested in Mr. Perry, I would add that a friend of the family once told me Mr. Perry is a collector of unique things,” Ted said. “And he is known among wizards to employ wizards in various capacities.”

“Noted.” The detective said.

“If he has hired a mentalist, you should ensure that everything you know about the case is duplicated and in the hands of a trusted friend who will not believe you when you tell them they can dispose of that material. A mentalist could easily lead you to believe someone else kidnapped her. Or that she was found elsewhere and the case can be dropped. Mentalists are dangerous if they can get you alone or in small enough groups,” Ted said.

“If you know someone who could give me more advice, please let me know. I should not take anything you tell me since you are technically a suspect. Even though I don’t think you did anything.”

“How do you know he hasn’t already tampered with your mind?” Mr. Martinez said.

“I don’t.”

“I could find out. I doubt that would be useful under the circumstances,” Ted said.

“Not really.”

* * *

That evening, Ted visited Emily in her room. “Aren’t people chomping at the bit to rent dolls after you took last week off?” She said.

“Let them chomp,” he said. “You need lessons so you can protect yourself against this mentalist, should they ever return.”

“Okay. What do I do?”

Ted and Emily spent the next two evenings doing basic exercises Ted hadn’t had to teach anyone since he taught them to his sister Cat a couple years ago. He didn’t want to let Emily skip lessons on Wednesday and Thursday but she was progressing rapidly. When she left his dorm room Tuesday evening – he couldn’t put off doll rentals forever and even let her do a couple of them – he called his grandmother.

“Oh, Ted, it’s so good to hear from you.”

“You, too, Nan. How are you?”

“I’m well. Thank you for asking so politely. Your father is always a bit more intense when he realizes he hasn’t asked me in a while.”

“He’s your son.”

“I know,” she said wistfully. “I asked around about your friend’s family name. Nothing. But her mother’s maiden name was interesting. One of the few generalist family’s in magic.”

“There’s a generalist wizard line?”

“There are three. All three are rather weak. Hers is second strongest among the three lines. In general she should not be able to do inanimate transformations. That line lacks the power. Also, from what I gathered, her mother knows nothing about her family’s wizard heritage.”

“She doesn’t lack power. Her third transformation was of her boyfriend while she was already transformed. She just lacks control and knowledge.”

“That’s dangerous. Knowledge is a double edged sword. Wizard families have used it for years to prevent dilution of power. If all you know is fire magic, using ice magic can decrease your fire potential. Keeping young wizards ignorant of other forms of magic is a conscious choice.”

“You never stopped me from going outside the family bounds.”

“And look what you’ve accomplished, Teddy.”

“She could do so much more,” he said. “I’ve focused my teaching on her mental defenses. If she fell into the wrong hands, it would be disastrous.”

* * *

“Earl?” Rhana said. She was sitting on the sofa working on her laptop as Earl sat at the desk working on his. After a moment she said, “Earl?” again, a bit louder.

“Yes?”

“I had a thought.”

He turned to look at her and managed not to groan out loud. “A happy thought or one of your sex-crazed nymphomaniac thoughts?”

“I’m not sex-crazed,” she said with false indignation. “But, otherwise, yes, the latter kind of thought.”

“What is it?” He turn fully around to give her his undivided attention.

“What if Emily turned me into a doll after my last final and you made mad love to the doll every day during Winter vacation?”

That was tamer than he was expecting. But he had to make it look good. “Really? You want to spend Christmas as a doll, leaving me to explain to your mother what happened to you. And then you want me to go stag to my brother’s New Year’s Eve party. At least explaining what happened to you to him would just make him laugh.”

She got up and put her arms around his chest as she sat on his lap. “Think of it as your Christmas present to me. And my Christmas present to you.” Lazily she trailed a finger along his collar bone. “When you aren’t using me, you could toss me in the closet. I would have to wait patiently until your interest in fucking me grew to the point you would fetch me and ravish me. Then, back into the closet to wait again.” As she was finishing what she was saying, she planted light kisses on his temple and cheek.

“Wouldn’t you miss this?”

“Seducing you?” She grinned from ear-to-ear. “I don’t need to do that for you be interested in me. I just enjoy doing it.”

“And I enjoy it being done to me.”

“You do? I’ll be sure to seduce you a lot before Winter break and afterward to make up for it.”

“Great.”

“Well?”

“We’ll see what Emily says.”

She kissed him on the lips and the kiss became tender, hot, heavy. One of them started removing the other’s clothes. Earl stood up without them breaking the kiss. He carried her to the bed and an afternoon of studying for exams was interrupted for a couple hours.

* * *

On Tuesday, Rhana sat down in front of Emily at lunch time. Emily looked depressed.

“Hey, are you okay?”

“Yes,” she said. “No, not really.”

“What happened?”

“Someone kidnapped Jane.”

“What?”

“Are you okay?” Beverly said, sitting down at the table along with Whitney.

“Do you know about Jane?” Rhana said.

“No,” Beverly said.

“I do,” Whitney said. “How are you doing?”

“I’m fine,” Emily said. “I spent Monday morning in a meeting with Dean Warren and a bunch of other people. She’s taken an interested in magic on campus. We filed a missing persons report with the police.”

“What happened to Jane?”

“Before last week’s poker night, I turned Jane into a doll looking out our dorm room window. In the morning, I restored her. Before the game with Rhana and Earl the next night we did it again. When I got back to the dorm another wizard erased my memory of Jane since Thanksgiving.”

“Magic can do that?”

“Apparently. Not Ted. It’s not his family’s specialty.”

“Could you?”

“I doubt it. And I wouldn’t want too. As my memory is coming back every memory of the wizard talking to me is, like, slimy.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“No. But I can’t just wither away. I’ve been staying in my room alone these past couple nights so I don’t get dependent on hiding in Richard’s room.”

“It’s okay to show weakness.”

“Not as a wizard.”

“Has Ted been telling you lies?”

“No, Ted was surprised when he found out I wasn’t leaning on Richard.”

“Well, tonight, after the game, you hang out with Richard all night.”

“I probably will.”

“I don’t know if we should bring it up,” Beverly said.

“Let her decide.”

“Okay. We had an idea.”

“You all look like you’re planning something. I’m in. What am I in?”

“Girls poker night with male good luck dolls.”

“I’m definitely in.”

Whitney and Beverly left after they finished eating. Rhana asked Emily to wait a moment.

“Don’t tell Earl I asked you before Thursday. But I have another request,” Rhana said.

* * *

Murat arrived at Rob’s apartment first. For the past five games, a doll of Beverly would be standing in front of the currently vacant bedroom door. “Where’s Beverly?” He said.

“The ladies have been talking and they have a proposal they want to make.”

Murat shrugged. “Not sure I understand but okay.”

Burke arrived and Whitney walked in behind him. “Hello,” she said with a wave. “Hello, Murat. I don’t think we’ve been formally introduced.” She walked over and he held out a hand. She pulled him into a hug and giggled. “I think someone who’s touched my butt and boobs is someone I’m little closer to than just a handshake.”

He blushed. “All in good fun.”

“All in good fun,” she agreed.

Earl and Rhana entered as the hug ended. Whitney gave Earl and Rob hugs before going into the bedroom with Rhana.

Richard and Emily arrived last. “Guys,” she said as she knocked twice on the bedroom door. “The ladies and I enjoy giving you luck as you play poker. But, we thought it was time for a change.” The bedroom door opened and Rhana, Beverly, and Whitney stepped into the room. They were wearing regular casual wear instead of the lingerie, or less, they usually had on when they stood as dolls for the poker game.

“You’re all going out somewhere tonight?” Burke said.

“No, we’ll be here. We thought the men should be the dolls and we would play poker.”

“Ted’s going to turn us into dolls?”

“No, I am. You’ve seen me do it to myself.”

“I’m game,” said Earl.

“Me, too,” Rob said.

“As I am not dating one of the fine poker dolls, I’d prefer not to be turned into a doll,” Murat said. “I’m fine playing poker with the ladies.”

“Fair.”

“Where’s Simon?”

“Semester project. He put it off till yesterday.”

“He would do that.”

“This is the last game of the semester right?”

“Yeah, I have a final next Thursday morning,” Earl said.

“Me, too,” said Beverly.

“Let’s get this started. I’m already dressed for this,” Richard said standing up and moving toward the bedroom door. He took off his shirt. He turned to face the table and grabbed the sides of his pants and pulled. They were breakaway pants and he was standing there naked except for a thong straining to contain his manhood.

Rhana wolf-whistled.

“He’s taken.”

“Doesn’t mean he don’t make me howl.”

“Fine,” Burke said. “I can be topless, I guess.”

Rob had disappeared into the bedroom and came out in just a pair of boxer briefs with characters from an underwater cartoon involving a pineapple house.

“I feel overdressed,” Earl said. “Warn me next time, Ray.”

“Oo, there’ll be a next time, girls.”

“Are you ready?”

As each one nodded, Emily started the dollification process. She swayed on her heels for a moment. “Four in quick succession may have been a bad idea,” she said as she sat down.

A deck of cards was riffle shuffled. “Are we going to play, ladies?” Murat said.

After a few kisses and hands rubbed on the chests and asses of their respective boyfriend dolls, the ladies sat down. Murat said, “We usually play nickel ante and big blinds of a dime. I’m guessing we’re sticking to that format tonight.”

“What’s an ante?” Whitney said.

“Have you played poker?”

“Yes. But never for money. My father taught me when I was eight.”

“Maybe your luck will improve, Murat,” Rhana said.

“Just tell me your playing with Burke’s money and I won’t feel bad.”

“Oh, of course. I wouldn’t play with my money,” Whitney said.

* * *

An hour later, Whitney was rubbing the crotch of the Burke Doll through its pants after winning her eighth hand in a row.

“That is one lucky dick,” Rhana said. “Can I rub it?”

“Help yourself.”

She got up and put her hand down the Burke Doll’s pants for a moment before sitting down. Only Emily didn’t seem phased by this.

“What?” Rhana said. “Earl won’t mind. And Whitney said I could.”

“No, he won’t mind,” Emily said, nodding.

Rhana just laughed.

“What happens on those RPG nights?” Murat said.

“It’s been fairly tame since Richard started attending,” Emily said.

“Yes, too tame,” Rhana said. She leaned over and put her hand behind Emily’s neck. Emily smiled and leaned closer to Rhana and they open mouth kissed for an uncomfortable amount of time.

“Murat, you seem like a good guy, easy to talk to, why isn’t there a girlfriend or boyfriend here for you?” Whitney said, changing the topic.

“I wish I knew,” he slowly said, trying to turn his head toward Whitney and away from the two kissing women. “Look at Richard. He didn’t even have to do anything. Emily basically fell into his lap, no offense.”

Emily shook her head, no. “That’s one way to put it.”

“Via my lap,” Rhana said.

“You two are very naughty,” Beverly said.

“I’ll kiss you, too, if you want me to.”

Beverly blushed.

“What about me?” Murat said.

Emily gave him a peck on the cheek.

“Graciously accepted, fair lady,” he said.

“And he’s charming. We’ve got to find him a date.”

The Truth - Chapter 20

As they arrived a loud squeal escaped from Tabitha, “Oh that's so cool. Hey, isn't that the woman you came here with Debra that last time? Are we going to be mannequins?”

“Slow down. I'm Jon. This is Sarah and the stiff is Sandra. Please introduce yourself.”

“I'm Tabitha and--” Tabitha stopped as Jon held up his hand and turned to face Rachel.

“I'm Rachel,” Rachel answered. “Can she hear us?”

“None of her senses are affected by being a mannequin.”

“That's not completely true,” Sarah interrupted. “Some people say the sense of touch his heightened.”

“Oh, really?” Jon said. “So you're saying this feels awesome to Sandra?” He asked as his rubbed his hands over Sandra's immobile breasts.

“Most definitely,” Sarah replied matter-of-factly.

Tabitha was obviously turned on by this display. “When do we get to be mannequins?”

“Tabitha!” Rachel whispered. As Jon turned to look at her, “How would we be turn back to normal and stuff?”

“A fair question. From now on sales staff called rovers will spend the day as mannequins standing around store. You will be dressed in store merchandise. The cool part is when a customer has a question or wishes to get some help, the nearest rover will animate and as you animate several potential solutions to the customer's issue will appear in your mind. So you'll be able to help the customer immediately. Not only will you know what kind of look the customer is looking for, and in what colors, fit, style, etc, you will also know whether the customer is really ready to buy. If the customer is just window shopping, you will know and you'll be able to use that knowledge to whatever advantage you can.

“Once you’re finished with a customer you’ll only have a moment to step out of the aisle before you return to mannequin form. You can also force the transformation by saying, 'If you need anything else, I'll be right here.'”

Rachel laughed but then asked, “Won't people want to know how we do this? What do we say?”

“No, part of the magic is to make anyone in the store feel as though the help being mannequins is some kind of stunt or gimmick. Now, I need to finish the deal with Dorothy and Mira. Do you want to become mannequins while I talk to them.”

Rachel nodded while Tabitha said, “I can't wait.”

Sarah handed them both a form to fill in their names and sign on the both. Tabitha signed it straightaway. Rachel asked, “What does this mean? 'While the store is open, work commands take precedence over harem commands.'”

“Sarah and Sandra are part of my harem. They are subject to the magic at all times. If they were working here, the magic of the shop overrides my magic when they overlap. You two are not in my harem so that would not apply to you.”

Tabitha jumped in, “Wait, harem, you mean like having sex as mannequins?”

“Not exactly,” Jon said. “It means having sex and doing anything I please. I'm a benevolent dictator but still members of my harem can be interrupted at anytime to serve me.”

“That's so hot,” Tabitha purred, licking her lips.

“Yes, let's stick to business at the moment. Grab an outfit and put them on in the changing rooms. When you are ready come out here and find a good place to station yourselves.”

Jon and Sarah followed the girls into the back area of the store. Sarah took out a spell.

“Right here looks good,” Jon said and Sarah modified the spell. Jon signed it and a time clock appeared on the wall.

Rachel stepped out of the changing room in a little black dress. “I need heels to go with this.”

“Are there heels in the store?” He asked.

She nodded and with a tip of his head she went to get the shoes.

Jon opened the door to Dorothy's office. “Come here, ladies.”

Dorothy and Mira were suddenly able to move.

Mira ran her hands over her body. “That could have been so much more fun.”

Jon raised an eyebrow. “I have paperwork for you two to sign to seal the deal. Then I have some employment paperwork to go over with you so we can make this store a rather unique place to visit.” He handed each of them a copy of the preliminary contract to add him to the company that owned the boutique. While he waited until they signed it Rachel returned to the room. Mira signed her copy immediately. Dorothy took the time to read it over but found nothing she did not agree with and she signed it. Tabitha exited the changing room about the same time.

Jon took the paperwork and pointed to the time clock. “Welcome to the new Bede's employee time clock. This clock is very special. Each employee will have a time card, like these two cards we've made for Tabitha and Rachel here. When an employee places her card is in one of these slots, they are on window duty. That means they turn into a mannequin when standing in the window and remain that way until someone moves the card out of the slot or their body is physically removed from the display floor. No one else can put the card into the slot but anyone can move the card out.

“These slots are for roving help. When an employee is on roving help and there are customers in the store, they are mannequins. When the store detects that a customer needs help, the nearest rover will return to flesh to assist that customer.” He placed Tabitha and Rachel's employment cards in the slots. “I've already explained this the them. Go in the other room so we can try it out.”

The girls left the back area.

“Let's give them a second. Mira, I want you to go in there and look around the merchandise. Then decide you want to ask for help finding something specific. Dorothy, we'll watch from the doorway.”

Mira stepped into the room. She immediately stopped in front of Tabitha. When the mannequin did not react, she turned to the nearest merchandise display and noticed a pantsuit in gold and wondered if it came in silver.

“Would you be interested in a silver pantsuit instead?” Tabitha stepped up to the merchandise rack so Mira could see her.

Mira was shocked for just a second but recovered quickly, “Is it available in silver?”

“Certainly,” Tabitha replied walking around the rack to the other side and picked up a size 4 silver pantsuit in the same style as the gold one. “Would you like to try this on?”

Mira took the pantsuit and noticed it was her size. “Yes, I would.” When she looked up from the size tag Tabitha had already turned back into a mannequin, her body turned away from Mira and her pose unrelated to the rack she was standing next to.

Mira took the pantsuit to the backroom where Jon said, “Go into the changing room. Try on the pantsuit leaving your cloths in the changing room. Then come out wearing the pantsuit and decide you want to see the gold one on. Get it and change outfits.” Mira did as instructed and when she left the back area to get the gold suit. Jon opened the door and pointed. “Notice the room is empty. Only when Mira opens the door will her clothes be inside. In fact....” Jon entered the room and closed the door.

Dorothy watched Mira come back in and enter the changing room. A moment later, Jon stepped out of the changing room and Mira was not inside with him.

After another moment, Mira stepped out in the silver pantsuit. Seeing Jon, she asked, “How did Tabitha know I wanted the pantsuit in silver?”

“That's the real magic,” Jon began, explaining how the rover worked as he had explained it to Tabitha and Rachel.

“That's unreal,” Dorothy said. “Sales should skyrocket. What will happen when someone comes in who's not ready to buy?”

“Well, the sales staff still has to perform their duties as a sales force. Whatever you do now when you suspect someone isn't ready to buy is probably the best tactic. Sometimes you go high pressure and when it works they become ready to buy and when it fails they leave and never return. Sometimes you go low pressure and accept its consequences. You still have to contend with that.” He reached up and moved the girl's employment cards to the off duty column.

“Shoot,” Tabitha could be heard saying and shortly the two girls returned to the back room. “I was enjoying the feeling,” Tabitha complained as she spotted Jon.

“You'll have plenty of time to enjoy that feeling.” He pointed toward the storeroom behind the backroom. “In here, I've made this row of hangers special. Each hanger has a name clip on it specific to each salesperson. Dorothy will take some merchandise and attach the salesgirls' clips to their hangers. The salesgirls wear the clothes on the hanger. The fun part is the clothes will swap magically when you touch the clip with your name on it. Rachel, hand me the hanger with your street clothes on it.” As she did so he added, “The clips go here when not in use.” She handed him the hanger. “Thanks. Now, I'll attach your clip to the hanger. Okay now touch the clip.”

As Rachel touched the clip her clothing swapped places. She was now dressed in the clothes she was wearing when she arrived and the merchandise she had put on earlier was now on the hanger. “That will save a lot of time.”

“A few other things,” Jon said. “Managers can animate rovers to perform work related activities at any time by calling her name. The top rover slot is for the cashier. She transforms just like a rover but will also animate when someone puts merchandise on the counter. She should not walk away from the register if she can help it.”

“Wait,” Mira interrupted. “What if someone doesn't want help and just grabs a dress and runs? How will the mannequins stop this?”

“They won't,” Jon answered. “The store will. Anyone doing anything to the detriment of the store will find themselves as a naked mannequin in the storeroom, a written confession of what they attempted to do in their hand, facing them. What we do with them from there depends on the nature of their crime.

“Similarly, there is a store-wide spell that prevents people from discussing the roving mannequin helpers or any other magic customers might see. The customers will think the rover transformations are a gimmick or trick. And they will find they only vaguely recall the details of their store experience after they leave. Likewise, none of you can talk about being a mannequin at work. Are there any questions regarding the roving mannequins?”

Dorothy stated, “If you limited the mannequin transformations so they could only happen while wearing store merchandise, you would not really need to the time card thing.”

“I prefer the time card thing. It is a way to force someone back to normal if they are somehow stuck in mannequin form. When the day ends, the cards will move back to off duty automatically, except for cards in the window display position.”

“Will we get bonus pay for spending the night in the window?” Tabitha asked. “I wanted to try that as soon as I saw Debra doing it yesterday.”

“We haven't figured that out yet.” Jon said. “For now, Debra is the window mannequin.” After an awkward pause he said, “Okay, if there is nothing else, Tabitha, change your clothes and you and Rachel can leave.”

Tabitha got her clothes and reached for her clip. As he saw this, Jon interrupted, “Oh, one more thing, anyone have some lipstick?” Rachel handed him a stick of lip gloss from her purse. “Tabitha, before you change clothes,” he waved her over. When she arrived, he drew a line of pink gloss across a white section of her outfit. As they all freaked out around his he said, “Calm down. Now, Tabitha, switch outfits with the clip.”

Tabitha did so and then gasped, “The coloring is gone.” She picked up the dress and showed it to everyone else. The spot he had stained was perfectly clean. “To save on dry cleaning, whenever the clips are used to swap clothing, the clothing is cleaned. If you come in here dripping wet, when you swap clothes, the wet clothes you were wearing will be clean on the hanger. And several people can wear the same merchandise continuously for weeks and each time it switches hangers, it will be freshly cleaned.”

“At this rate, the store won't have any expenses,” Dorothy joked. “Let me escort the girls out and lock up again so we can finish our merger talks.”

“Excellent, Mira, let's return to the office,” Jon added.

As soon as they entered the office, Mira begged, “You can do more than just turn us into mannequins, it appears?” She walked over to where they had left Sandra standing. “I enjoyed being a mannequin but that was only part of the fantasy.”

“Oh?” Jon asked. “What else to want to turn into?”

“Clothing.” Mira replied. “But not just any clothing, I call it a Textilemorph. I would be a set of clothing someone wears and while I was being worn, I could change my texture, fit, style, color, accessories, etc.”

“So you would design clothes from the inside, so to speak?” Sarah asked.

“Yes, exactly. People wear fashionable clothes incorrectly all the time. It's the wrong color for their skin or it's the wrong length for the season.”

“So how would it work?”

“I would be a mannequin showcasing a special design. When I was rented out, my mind would transfer into the clothes leaving the mannequin of my body inert. As the clothing, my sense of touch would be enhanced so I could feel anything touching the clothing, on either side. My eyes would be around chest high but not visible. My sense of smell and taste would be in the wearer's crotch.”

“Charming,” Sarah commented.

“I hate to interrupt as this is truly fascinating but what happened to Dorothy?”

Sarah looked out the door. Curious she got up. Sarah called from the doorway and waving them over. As they arrived she pointed at the time card slots. A card was in the window display position. Without touching it, she read aloud, “Dorothy Bede.”

Jon laughed looking out into the store. Dorothy was standing in the window display as a mannequin.

“Mira, do you have your own place?”

“My apartment overlooking the park is far more comfortable than this backroom.”

“I suspect it is. Shall we go there?”

“Can we get a cab to move mannequins at this hour?”

“I'll take that as a yes. Store teleport everyone Mira's apartment store teleport.”

MANIP - Spun Around

Transcript

Okay, what happened? I was at a beach house party with the gang - I think it's that house there. Someone shouted, "Hey, let's go skinny dipping." Every-one started chanting "Skinny! Dipping!" Very tribal.

Everyone downed what was left of their drinks and rushed down to the beach. Clothes were flying everywhere. - Where are my

clothes? - Mine, too, I guess - not my immediate problem.

I was in the water with the girls and they drifted away to hook up and I was alone. This cute as can be guy paddles over and said, "Are you freaky?"

I got all flirty and said, "Sometimes."

"Good enough." He said. He put his hands on my hips. "Ever watch yourself take it from behind?"

"What? How?" I said.

"Hug me around the chest and hold tight." As I did I felt this weird - I don't know what - all around my waist.

"What the fuck was that?"

He said, "Look down and hold on."

His rather large looking cock - nice looking, too - was rock hard and he's started pushing it into me.

But, I didn't feel anything in my vag. My first I thought was the water must have made him look much bigger than he was. Except I could feel him pushing into my ass.

I stopped thinking about it and tried to enjoy the moment. Except I'm hugging him and we're kissing - can't remember when the kissing started - and his dick is in my ass. I was pretty sure it wasn't normal for all three of those things to be true at once. Felt good.

I'm not really into ass play, not because of the possible pain, but because of the anonymity and impersonalness. It could be anyone back there.

Whatever he did - I never did learn his name - was too good to be true. My memory has to be wrong. I must have been more drunk than I thought I was.

I just woke up alone on the beach. There's no sign of the party last night.

And I look like this. It took me ten minutes to get use to walking backwards. I kind of like it. How am I going to find that guy and get him to fix this? Do I want it fixed? Where are my clothes?

Ted's Dolls 36: Zoey

If you haven't read any of the prior Ted's Dolls stories, you should start with Ted's Dolls 1: Jane before reading this one. Zoey was last seen in Ted’s Dolls 24: Ted 3.

It felt like ages since she went to college. The campus was bustling with students and older people as it was Alumni Weekend. Zoey wasn’t an alumni here but she had heard Ted, Jane, and Paris talking about an exhibit Ted was making when she met them all on Thanksgiving weekend. She thought she could surprise Ted by showing up. She didn’t tell any of them she was coming. It was late in the afternoon when she went through the exhibit. She had no idea what she had just experienced but she had been impressed by it. The detail of the sets and the dolls. Every room she entered she wondered if she knew any of the dolls therein.

As she left the gymnasium, she spotted Ted talking with an older woman. She approached them, pulling behind her a small luggage bag. She waited at a respectful distance for them to finish.

“Why science fiction?” The woman said to Ted.

“Disappointed?”

“No, just surprised. I expected more independent set pieces linked by a theme like your Halloween exhibition. Instead, you not only created set pieces, you told a story. It was wonderful. I actually walked through it three times.”

“Most of the visuals are courtesy of the theater department.”

“Oh, I’m sure they did the execution. But you told them what to execute. Was it all that you wanted it to be?”

“Of course not. But it was what I could get done.”

“Oh, my. A practical artist. You are truly a unicorn,” Dean Wolch said. “I won’t occupy all your time. I believe this alumni wants your attention.”

“Oh, Zoey. She’s a friend, not an alumni,” Ted said. “Zoey, this is Dean Wolch. She commissioned the exhibition.”

“Pleased to meet you,” Zoey said, shaking hands with the Dean.

“Charmed. I shouldn’t keep you from your friend. How would you feel about a Spring Break exhibition?”

Ted shook his head. “I don’t think I want to do something of this scale any more.”

“Bigger?”

“Good day, Dean Wolch.”

“Look at you. Friends with the Dean,” Zoey said. They hugged.

“Are you here for the exhibit or to see me?”

“Both. Jane sent me a text with a link to the school website about the exhibit. I figured I wasn’t doing anything this weekend. So I could see your show and see you about something else.”

He eyed her luggage. “Private or would you want to be rented?”

“Rented would be so wicked.”

“Nothing wicked about being an object that gets rented.” He took out his phone and sent a text.

“So you say. Do you know where Paris or Jane are?”

“Paris is doing Greek stuff. I’ve been busy with the exhibit the last few days. I haven’t seen Jane.”

“She wasn’t in there?”

“No, most of the dolls in there are members of the sorority and a bunch of my regulars. I told them there would be no rentals most of this week and many of them jumped at the chance to be in the exhibit. I’m also not renting dolls tonight. But, if you want to be rented, I can find someone to do it and would treat you like a princess. Or at least a princess that was turned into a doll.”

His phone beeped.

“Paris says she’d love to see you at the sorority house.” Ted gave her directions. “I’m staying here till closing. I’ll stop by later.”

She hugged him and said, “Later.”

Zoey didn’t have to knock on the door to the Sorority house as it opened for her as she stepped onto the porch. “Hello, welcome to the Eta Delta Tau open house. Are you an alumni?” the smiling face of a sister said. Standing next to her was another member of the sorority.

“No, actually I’m looking for Paris.”

“Oh, she’s inside somewhere. Do you want me or Elza here to help you find her?”

“No, I think I can navigate a house.”

“Oh, I just wasn’t sure if you knew what she looked like.”

“Sorry. Paris and I have met. This is a social call.”

“Great. Enjoy your visit to our home.”

Zoey found Paris in the kitchen ensuring there were water bottles in a rubber tub of ice. When Paris stood up she noticed Zoey watching.

“Zoey, how are you?”

The two hugged. “It’s wonderful seeing you being domestic.”

“Oh, it’s all Ted’s fault. He stole most of the Etas for his exhibit. And I have no one to delegate tasks to.”

“Poor thing,” Zoey said. “I had time and Jane sent me an invite to the exhibit.”

“Have you seen it yet?”

“I have. It was amazing. I loved all the little homages to well-known sci-fi properties.”

“I must have missed them. I’m not really into that stuff. And I didn’t think Ted was either.”

“I wasn’t sure at first. But there were symbols on some of the panels that indicated the ship was a rebel ship. There was a Dalek in engineering. Little things like that.”

“I have no idea what any of that means,” Paris said with a laugh.

“Have you seen Jane?”

“I don’t really hang with Jane. She and I travel in different circles for the most part. I was on a chat chain of pics from her modeling gig earlier this week.”

“Oh, she didn’t mention she had photos.”

Paris added Zoey to the chat list and the photos started showing up on her phone. “Cool. I’ve never known a model before.”

“You have luggage. Are you staying the weekend? I can find an empty room in this place for a one-night stay.”

“Really? I was hoping Ted would do his thing and I might experience being a rental.”

“Last I heard, he was off-duty this weekend. But, for you, he’ll probably make an exception.”

“That’s basically what he said.

Trish entered the room with Whitney and said, “You aren’t an alumni I recognize. Patrice Bubon. But every calls me Trish.”

“I’m not an alumni.”

“This is Zoey MacDonal,” Paris said.

“Oh, the woman Ted invited to his parents home on Thanksgiving,” Whitney said.

“You make it sound like he shouldn’t have.”

“No, it’s exactly the kind of thing more people should do on a holiday called Thanks and Giving.”

“What’s his family like? Paris won’t tell us,” Trish said.

“I’ve told you plenty.”

“Yeah, he has two parents and two sisters – and I wonder what they think about his side hustle – as well as an aunt, uncle, and cousin, and a grandmother. That’s it.”

“And I told you his little sister is smarter than all of us. I also told you about his great-aunt.”

“She’s really been a doll for decades?” Whitney said.

“I forgot about her. But yeah, pretty much,” Zoey said. “At least that’s the story.”

“I wonder why,” Trish said.

“Some people are just like that, I suppose.”

“Did you tell them about Cat learning the craft?”

“Of course,” Paris said. “It made what happened to Emily at least seem possible.”

“Emily? I’ve heard that name.”

“She’s Jane’s roommate.”

“She’s also a witch. She can turn people into dolls, too.”

“Jane knows two people who can turn people into dolls?”

<<<<>>>>

After a while Paris had a few things to take care and had one of her few sisters charged with doing errands take Zoey to her room to store her luggage. Her escort had to run as soon as they reached the door and Zoey spent a few minutes looking around the room.

“Who are you?” A woman said from the doorway, startling Zoey.

“What?”

“I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to make you jump. I’m Gianna. I was just wondering what you were doing in Paris’ room.”

“I’m a friend of hers. I’m just leaving my luggage here.”

“She doesn’t spend a lot of time here. She’s usually naked in Ted’s room.”

“Why would you tell someone you’ve never met that their friend is usually naked somewhere?”

“Everyone on campus knows what debauchery she gets up to.”

Zoey stifled a laugh. “Debauchery? People still use that word?”

“The other phrases I might use for someone selling themselves for sex are impolite.”

“You’ve never been one of Ted’s dolls.”

“Of course not. Though I suppose since you know about them, you have.”

“Yes,” Zoey said. And she told Gianna about Ted welcoming her into his home on a holiday without really knowing anything about her other than her boyfriend had just dumped her.

“That’s not a story I’ve heard about Ted.”

“I’m sure there’s a lot about Ted you’ve just assumed based on the so-called debauchery he’s involved with.” Zoey walked past her. “Good day,” she said as she returned to the kitchen.

Ted arrived a few hours later. Paris, Whitney, and Zoey were in the kitchen. Ted and Paris kissed. “Thinking of pledging?”

“Don’t be silly. I tried calling Jane, but she isn’t answering her phone,” Zoey said. “Paris said you were off duty this weekend and I thought Jane might introduce me to Emily.”

“I’m offended,” Ted said with an exaggerated gesture. “Getting someone to dollify you behind my back.”

“I told her I’d introduce her to Emily,” Whitney said. “She’s dolled me.”

“You too?” Ted said.

Whitney ignored him as she looked at her phone. “But not tonight. Richard just texted back that he and Emily are ‘busy’.”

“Busy?”

“Sex, I think. Richard’s emoji-fu isn’t great.”

“Zoey, I can be on duty for one doll transformation if that’s what you want.”

“I also wanted to see Jane but if she isn’t around, I’ve so wanted to doll again for a while now.”

“Are you coming to my room?” Ted said to Paris.

“Tomorrow night.” She kissed him. “But if you’re searching for Emily and Jane, I’ll join you.”

“Let’s head over there. I can introduce you to Emily and probably her boyfriend Richard. Besides, I need to check in on her. She sometimes gets stuck as a doll.”

“Are you charging Emily for restoration services?” Paris said.

“I should. But not Emily.”

“You are a softy.”

“Don’t tell people.”

They didn’t find anyone in Emily’s and Jane’s room. Richard answer the door at his room and Emily was there.

“Hey, either of you seen Jane?”

“She left,” Emily said.

“Left? Left for where?”

“She didn’t say. Something about modeling, I guess.”

“That’s rather vague, Emily,” Ted said.

“She didn’t think she needed school. She’s a professional model now.”

“What?”

“She invited me to the exhibit and didn’t stick around to see me?” Zoey said.

“You are?”

“Oh, right. Emily, this is Zoey. Zoey, this is Emily.”

“Oh, you met Ted Thanksgiving weekend. He actually has a family?”

“Where did you get this reputation for being hatched fully grown?”

“I’m more curious about Jane,” Ted said.

“So am I,” Richard said. “You didn’t tell me any of this.”

“I didn’t?” Emily said.

They grilled Emily for a few more minutes until they found a couple more holes in her story. Emily was visibly upset that she couldn’t explain the holes. “I don’t remember seeing her here since Thanksgiving. But Richard says I told the poker guys she was a doll in our room. How?”

“Emily, let’s go to your room. I want to examine it,” Ted said.

The six of them went to Emily’s room but Ted insisted that no one, not even Emily, go into the room with him. After a moment, he had Emily come in. “I think your mind was tampered with by a wizard,” he said.

“What?”

“We don’t know what you are capable of and these aren’t ideal circumstances. But I want to teach you a spell.”

He explained how to cast the spell and then had her try it. He corrected her a few times until she got it right. The room went of out focus on Emily and she could see Jane clearly standing in the window. She remembered walking up behind her and groping her doll body. The scene shifted and a man she’d never seen before was in her room as she walked in. She saw herself locked in place by the man’s magic. He was yelling at her. Horrible things about how she was above the chattel. Then he was casting a spell on her as she fell asleep in her bed.

“What was that?” She said.

“I don’t know what you saw. I only know there was a presence here a few days ago.”

She told him what she saw.

“Really? You were actually able to visualize the past? What kind of lineage do you have?”

“What do you mean? Isn’t that what you wanted me to see?”

“I wanted you to feel that Jane was here a couple days ago. And you visualized her kidnapper. I can’t do that.”

“I wish I knew where magic came from in my family. I wouldn’t even know who to ask.”

“Let’s bring the others in. You can tell them as much or as little of what we discovered here and I’ll go along with that.”

“Okay.”

She told all of them everything.

“Jane was kidnapped?” Zoey said.

“I guess. I have no idea who was in my room. But he was also a wizard. We suspect his specialty is mental powers.”

<<<<>>>>

Several hours later, Zoey, Whitney, Ted, and Paris left. Whitney said, “Paris, go to Ted’s tonight. I’ll put Zoey up in your room. Maybe tomorrow Zoey can be dolled when things aren’t so hectic.”

Paris was going to protest but Ted said, “Alumni Weekend activities are done. You can spend the evening with your boyfriend, if you want to.”

“I’ll have to call him up.” He pulled her close and they kissed.

“I tried to get them to go to their room before…”

“Let’s just leave them,” Zoey said. “I’ll call you around ten, Ted.”

“Make it eleven,” Paris said.

Whitney and Zoey walked back to the sorority house. When they got there Burke was standing on the porch. “And who’s this?” He said referring to Zoey.

“Did you hear about Zoey, the woman Ted met over Thanksgiving break?”

“No.”

“Follow us.” Whitney led the two of them up to Paris’ room as Zoey told him the story of meeting Ted.

“And you just happen to be here this weekend?”

“I was invited.”

“Ted doesn’t live in the house.”

“And neither does Paris,” Gianna said, passing them in the hall.

“What’s up with her?”

“She’s probably got the hots for Ted,” Zoey said.

“I do not,” Gianna said from the other end of the hall.

“Then maybe you need to mind your own business about whom he spends his time with.”

“C’mon, Zoey. Let’s get you situated,” Whitney said. “Just leave her alone, Gi.”

<<<<>>>>

“3… 2… 1…” the next thing Doll knew, it was no longer Zoey. Doll looked at itself in the mirror. Doll didn’t think Owner had made her look like this when she was on the train. Doll was a sex doll. Doll could not wait.

Owner entered the bathroom and put Doll on the sofa in Owner’s dorm room. Doll sat.

Later, there was a knock on the door. When Owner opened the door, Renter entered.

“I wasn’t expecting you to rent any dolls today.”

“It was a special request. Can you and your chucklehead friends treat the doll correctly.”

“We’ve been very good ever since all of us have had a turn as the doll. This will be the first time we’ll all be ourselves when we have a doll.”

“If this goes well, I might let you rent an unknown person again.”

“Thanks, Ted.” Mitch shook his hand. “When is she due back?”

“December 20.”

“What is that? Nine days? Really?”

“Can I trust you?”

“Nothing bad will happen to this doll.”

They bundled the doll up into a bag and Mitch left with it.

<<<<>>>>

Doll had heard about blissing. Doll had dreams about blissing. Doll wanted to bliss over and over before ever blissing the first time. Blissing was even better than Doll expected. The day had flown by as Renter after Renter had used Doll. Some Renters were boring. Still good, but no bliss. Other Renters made Doll bliss for a little while. Doll could tell the bliss hadn’t lasted that long sometimes.

And then there was Renter Joel and Renter Mitch. After they were in the bedroom, Doll would bliss for hours afterward. Doll wanted only them to use Doll. Of course, Doll had no choice. But all encounters were fun.

Doll was taken to bed by Renter Joel. Renter made Doll bliss shortly after going to bed and Doll blissed until well into the morning. Doll realized it was Monday. Doll didn’t care. Doll was aware that Zoey cared even less. Doll stopped thinking about Monday.

Doll lost track of the days. Renter Mitch ensured every day was a mix of different Renters. Some paid more attention than others to Doll’s pleasure. The different Renters started to be recognized by the Doll. A new Renter made Doll excited to see what kind of Renter it was.

“I heard you guys had a doll.”

“I didn’t know you rented dolls, Carson,” Renter Mitch said.

“Yeah. I had rented one or two and wasn’t into it. But, you know, stress. These things really relieve stress.”

“Yeah. Let me help you take it to the shower. I’m going to find out what asshole didn’t clean up after themselves.”

“Thanks. I’ll be sure to clean it up. I should have it back to you in a couple hours.”

After the shower, Carson carried the doll up a few flights to his dorm room. He sat the doll down on a chair and positioned its arm.

“While you dry out, I want you to read this card.” He placed a card in its hand and turned its head so that it was focused on the card. “When you finish reading the card, read it again and again until I take the card away.”

Doll read the card.

Doll read the card.

Doll read the card.

The Truth - Chapter 19

Sandra had appeared in her apartment across the hall after Jon sent his harem off to work. She went to the bathroom and checked herself out. “Finally, I can test out one of my spells,” she thought, then said, “I teleport to work I.”

And suddenly she was at her desk at work. She got up and walked to her boss' office. His secretary, Genny looked at her confused, “Hi Sandra. I didn't see you come in.”

“I'm sneaky. Jerry here yet?”

“Yes, but he doesn't want to be disturbed,” Genny replied.

“I'll be in with Jerry for a while. Hold his calls, I insist. Believe me, he has to see me right away.”

“Oh, right, he needs to see you as soon as you come in,” Genny explained.

“Okay,” Sandra said as she quickly opened the office door and entered. “Hi, Jerr.”

Jerry was a handsome man in his mid-thirties, tall and lean. He always dressed well, in well matched colors and patterns. Sandra had been hoping to score with Jerry for years since he became a widower but he would not respond to her (or anyone else's advances). Sandra had a fix for that.

“What can I do for you, Sandra?” he asked. He leaned forward in his chair, attentive as always.

“I'm quitting.”

“Really?”

“Yes, I have a better situation I'm in on the ground floor of so I have to move on.”

“I'm sorry to see you go. You do good work.” He continued into his intercom. “Genny, send in a termination package from HR.”

“Yes, sir,” came her response.

“Do you need anything from me?”

“Actually, I do,” Sandra said and she pulled her hair ribbon from her hair and her hair cascaded down. “Just sit back and enjoy this, I insist.”

His protest did not reach his mouth and Sandra proceeded to give Jerry an amazing lap dance striptease. Once she was naked, she opened his pants and released his erection. She straddled his lap and pulled his erection inside her. “I insist that you touch me. I won't bite-- hard.” His hands ran over her body inexpertly. “Fuck me back, I insist. Jerry virile Jerry.” With that command his mouth sucked and bit her nipple. He kissed her and sucked on her earlobe. His hands grabbed her by the ass and set a different pace.

At that moment the door opened and Genny walked in, “I have that paperwork...”

Sandra looked at Genny and barked, “Come in, shut and lock the door and say nothing, I insist. Don't stop, Jerry, I insist.”

Genny immediately complied. Her mouth opened and closed once.

“Believe me, Genny, watching us fuck is making you horny. You want to join us. Some people get so horny they just remove their clothes without realizing it, believe me, it happens.”

Jerry picked Sandra up and put her down on his desk so he could stand over her and really pound his dick into her.

Sandra looked back at Genny and found she was already naked and fingering herself. “Join us.” She did not even need to say “I insist.” Genny rushed over to the desk and stood behind Jerry. She pressed herself against his back and mirrored his thrusts, rubbing his chest with her hands as he climaxed inside Sandra.

Sandra's orgasm was just as powerful but she was confused when he immediately disengaged from her. She opened her eyes as the desk bumped. Genny was face down against the desk as Jerry fucked her from behind. The virility spell she had cast on Jerry was working too well.

“Don't just stand there watching,” Jerry told Sandra. “Do something useful. Shut up and crawl under here and lick my balls, I insist.”

Being compelled to do something was a familiar feeling and somehow Jerry had done just that to her. Unable to protest, she crawled underneath Jerry and licked at his balls and Genny’s pussy while they fucked.

For several minutes, quiet grunts and the slapping of flesh against flesh were the only sounds in the room. Jerry's pace picked up. Soon, he rammed his dick home and filled her pussy. With a slurping sound he pulled out and managed to ejaculate onto Sandra face.

Her shocked expression did not change as he said, “Lick me clean, I insist.”

And she did so as well as she could considering her face was covered in cum and Genny's pussy was dripping cum from above her. As she finished and before he could say anything else, she said, “Both of you get dressed without speaking, I insist.” As they did that she said, “Jerry, believe me, we finished talking and you have gone back to work. Forget anything sexual happened here today, I insist. Ignore me and Genny until we leave, I insist.”

As he finished getting dressed he righted his office chair that had been knocked down at some point. He sat down and pulled out some paperwork.

“That did not work out as I expected,” Sandra said to Genny.

Genny just looked at her expectantly.

“Forget anything sex--”, she started to say but Genny put her hand over Sandra's mouth. “What?”

Again, Genny just looked at her silently.

“Oh, I told you to say nothing. Speak freely, I insist.”

“That was fucking incredible.” She walked over to Jerry and waved her hand in front of his face to no effect. “How did you do that?” She leaned in and kissed him on the lips.

“Stop that.” Sandra demanded.

“I like this. You have to make it so I can make him ignore me whenever I want.”

“I don't think that would be wise. But I have a compromise. Don't interrupt, I insist.” She turned to Jerry, “Jerry, believe me periodically throughout the day when you have nothing scheduled you sometimes have an urge to receive a blowjob. When you do, page Genny and say “It's time.” Lean back in your chair and a vivid daydream about getting a blowjob from Genny will take place. Afterward, you will forget about how real it felt. If someone were to give you a blowjob during this daydream you would not realize it was for real.

“Genny, believe me, when Jerry pages you and says “It's time,” you will drop what you are doing and dismiss anyone nearby. Then you will enter Jerry's office and lock the door behind you. You will pull out his dick and give him an incredible blowjob until he comes and you swallow it all down. Then you will clean him up and leave his office. I insist. Forget what just happened, I insist.”

Genny blinked a few times, “So you won't tell me how that happened?”

“No, but you can stop by my place tonight if you want more stuff like this in your life. If I'm not home knock on my neighbor's door. His name is Jon.”

“Okay,” Genny replied dejectedly. They exited the office and Genny sat down at her desk. There was a light flashing on her phone. She picked it up and said, “Yes, Jerry.” Blankly she hung up the phone and got up again.

Sandra watched as she opened the door to Jerry's office. Through the doorway she could see Jerry was leaning back in his chair vaguely looking at the ceiling. Genny closed the door and Sandra heard the sound of it locking. With a grin she returned to her desk and started packing her things.

* * *

“After that,” Sandra continued, “I didn't see either of them again before I was escorted out by HR. I took the train back here and basically did some web surfing until you and Sarah returned from your errands.”

Jon was shaking his head, “You idiot.”

“What?”

“Do you have any idea how sloppy all those commands were? For example, if Jerry is home and feels the need for a blow job, what happens? I'll tell you. He calls Genny's cellphone and says, 'It's time.' She then finds herself trying to meet up with him to give him head. Not to mention how easy 'It's time' might be said accidentally.”

“Really?”

Sarah nodded, “And your virility spell is interesting and equally dangerous. You modeled it on Jon's dick control spell but it grants Jerry powers to control most of Jon's Harem just like Jon can. That's how he got you to shut up and lick his balls.”

“Don't be too hard on her,” Debra said, changing back to flesh. “This is typical Sandra. Jumping in headfirst without thinking. I have missed quite a lot it seems but apparently it was Jon's own unthinking spells that provided Sandra with an avenue to do her mischief.”

“That's a good point,” Jon said. “But Genny is extremely upset according to Sarah. I think we need to hear her side.”

“Genny's here?”

Jon walked to the bedroom door and said, “Genny awake Genny.” He waited for her to become alert. “Could you come into the living room?” He returned to his chair. As she entered he indicated that she should across from him at the table. “Genny, I'm Jon, this is Debra. You've already met Sarah and of course Sandra.”

Genny stepped into the room and made a beeline for Sandra. “You bitch. Do I look like a fucking cock-slut?”

Jon jumped up between them.

“What are you talking about?” Sandra asked incredulously. “When I left you, you sounded like you wanted to come here tonight and maybe get that boob job you've always wanted.”

“Boob job? Who cares about a boob job, Sandra?” Genny was fuming, totally ignoring Jon's requests to calm down.

“What happened to you?” Sarah demanded.

“Jon, I don't know you. Are you a typical male?” Genny said looking away from Sandra.

“Yes,” he replied defensively.

“How many times a day do you daydream about sex, specifically getting a blowjob?”

Jon's face twisted in shock and before he could answer Sarah said, “All the time. I'm fighting the urge say her trigger words.”

The other women looked at Sarah confused. Sarah raised her skirt revealing an erection tenting her panties from the inside.

“She's a man?” Genny asked.

“Temporarily,” Jon said. “Sandra, give Sarah some relief, I command it.”

Sandra knelt down in front of Sarah and pulled her pants down. As soon as she opened her mouth Sarah shoved her cock deep into Sandra's mouth and started fucking it hard.

“I still don't understand what you mean by temporarily.”

“Debra naked Debra,” Jon said. Her clothes vanished to both Debra and Ginny's shock.

“I really have missed a lot, haven't I?” She asked. “Should I stand up for this?”

“Perhaps,” Jon replied as she did so. “It will make it easier for her to see what happens when I say Debra shemale Debra.”

Debra's neatly trimmed bush was replaced by a cock and balls. She was semi-erect as soon as the genitalia appeared. She reached down and stroked herself. “That is incredibly familiar and completely different at the same time. Excuse me.” She said and she walked over to Sandra and lifted her ass off the ground. Soon Sandra was being fucked from both ends.

“So much for punishing Sandra,” Jon quipped.

“I want boobs.” Ginny said lifting her shirt off revealing her A-cup breasts.

“Slow down,” Jon said. “It isn't just fun and games here.”

“It isn't,” Sarah asked.

“No,” Jon said. “I'm supposed to be the boss here. Anything I tell you to do, you do. You may not always like what I demand of you but your pleasure will always outweigh your disgust. For example, Sarah and Debra, hose Sandra down with cum, I command it.” Both women pulled their dicks from Sandra and started squirting an impossible volume of cum all over her. It flowed from their cocks like a fire hose. Continuing he said, “Sandra quit her job today because she wants to spend more time here oversexed.”

“I heard that.”

“Cum solid cum.” He said and Sandra became cocooned inside the mass of cum covering her from head to toe. “Sarah female Sarah. Debra female Debra.” And just as suddenly as the cocks had appeared they disappeared.

“Only if you can handle that, can you join my harem.”

“Would I still have to suck Jerry's cock 40 times a day?”

“Perhaps with big boobs on you he would daydream about titfucking you?” Debra intervened.

“Actually, members of my harem cannot become sore because of sex. I've had a two hour blowjob and the woman's mouth did not cramp or hurt afterward at all. Likewise, their pussies are always perfectly lubricated to maximize both his and her pleasure.”

Sarah walked up to the table with a piece of paper and a normal pen.

“Where do I sign?” Ginny asked. She signed the document where indicated. “I don't feel any different.”

“Were you wet?”

“Oh, I was but now I'm not.”

“Ginny naked Ginny,” Jon interrupted and stuck a finger in her pussy and started playing with her clit.

“Oh my god,” she exclaimed.

“This is what I meant about being boss. See how fast you moistened up?” Jon got up and went to his desk. “How big do you want your breasts?”

She held her arms out in front of her about a foot and giggled, saying, “Like basketballs.”

“Really?”

“Oh yes, I've always wanted a facial after a titfuck. But no one's ever been able to do the titfuck on my flat chest. One guy apologized 'but it felt like I was fucking the floorboards,' he said.”

“Okay,” he conceded. He filled out a few fields in a form and signed the paper.

Instantly breasts the size of two half basketballs appeared on Genny's chest, the areolae were bigger than a man's palm. The muscles around her shoulder blades and back also filled out or she would have fell to the floor because of the weight. Her hands were squeezing, rubbing and squishing her massive boobs as soon as she felt their weight on her chest.

“Move your hands,” Jon commanded and he pushed her backward onto the sofa and climbed onto her chest. She put her arms by her side to lift her boobs inward as he put his cock in between them. “I magic up a pretty tight titcunt.” After a few moments, he thought to himself, I'd love to do this all night long but I have to deal with a couple of dummies at the dress shop. He willed himself to orgasm and made sure to shower her face completely with his cum. She continued to orgasm after he stopped and he turned to see Sarah licking Ginny's pussy. He cocked his eyebrow as he dismounted Ginny's chest. Sarah shrugged and continued to eat out Ginny. After a few moments Ginny's body shuddered violently and she collapsed into the couch cushion.

“Irina and Tracy teleport here Irina and Tracy.”

Ginny and Debra were shocked to see two women sixty-nining, faces deep inside one another. Looking away Ginny said, “Sorry about the cushion.”

“Don't be,” Sarah replied. “Show her the fun magic.”

“Don't stop, Irina. Maybe they'll go away if we ignore them,” Tracy said as Irina began to decouple from her.

“Look up, Trace,” Irina said standing up. “There are new girls here. Hi, I'm Irina.” She continued, not offering to shake hands. “This is my partner Tracy.”

“Tracy, Irina, Debra, Sarah, Ginny and I cleaned and dressed casually Tracy, Irina, Debra, Sarah, Ginny and I. Apartment clean apartment.” Jon uttered. Everyone but Sandra was now clean and freshly dressed.

“I'm the presumably famous Debra,” Debra said offering a friendly hug to Irina who was closest to her.

“Mannequin girl,” Irina greeted Debra. “I've seen you before. In fact you’re the reason Tracy and I got roped into this here harem.”

“I am?”

“I saw Jon take you apart in the kitchen the other night and then I saw you walking down the street later. Trace and I started spying on this apartment.” Irina replied, continuing with the rest of the story and the wild shenanigans that followed. Sarah filled in the holes of how Ginny joined the group then back tracked to tell her tale.

Tracy interrupted with the question, “What happened to Master this and This Slave that?”

“Jon,” Sarah replied, overemphasizing his name, “needed my business acumen and he said he was going to so change me back once that was done. But so far, I've been my old self all day.”

“Actually, you seem just as cheerful now as you did the other night, maybe even more cheerful,” Irina noted.

“I'd say she's more sure of herself, less, um, timid,” Tracy added.

After resuming Ginny's story, Tracy asked, “Is that why Sandra is a cumsicle?”

“I need to figure out what to do with her.” Jon explained. “Let's bring this full cycle. Debra, how was standing in a window for two entire days?”

“A little boring at night. I did get a good glimpse of you leading someone on a leash wearing a ridiculous purple zentai suit Sunday night.”

“That was Sandra exploring public humiliation. That was the night I bought my lottery ticket.”

“He put me in that suit too,” Sarah said. “If I had not been fully immersed in my slave role I would have died of shame when the people walking by started groping me.”

“Why would people be groping you?”

“Because the spell causes folks to pinch and poke you as you walk down the street hobbled and entirely sealed in a Lycra zentai suit,” Jon answered. “Debra, continue please.”

“Well, there's not much to tell. Dorothy and Mira were constantly fussing and talking about me. Two of the sales girls, Tabitha, whom you met, and Rachel want to become mannequins. Rachel was joking they should stand around the store in whatever spot they last assisted a customer until another customer needs help. Then they shift back to flesh and assist the customer. When done, they freeze in place until needed again.”

“I had suggested that when I was there. I wonder if she came up with it on her own.”

“Rachel will love that,” Debra continued. “She hates standing around the store with nothing to do when no one is around. On the other hand Zoe is scared to death of the idea of becoming a mannequin. She was telling Rachel how she would prefer to be designing clothes for the mannequins not standing around like a dummy all day. I've seen her design portfolio, it's very good. Maybe she could be repurposed as a seamstress for custom clothing.”

“Does the store make enough money to stay afloat?” Sarah asked. “Sounds like it could be a money drain.”

“It's not that there aren't customers,” Debra replied. “I've seen many people walking out the door with bags in hand while I've been stationed in the window. But there are times of the day when it seems no one comes in.”

“I did a study once,” Ginny timidly interjected, though still staring down at her enormous tits. “A clothing store could close in the afternoon for an hour or two, typically around two or three o'clock, so it could stay open later. Sales after normal closing time were higher than during the mid-day closed period. You might want to study this store and see if there is a similar pattern.”

“I thought you were a secretary at work,” Jon stated.

“I am,” Ginny replied. “I'm working on a business degree in my spare time.”

Jon nodded and turned Debra, “What do you know about Mira?”

“Not much. I think she’s Dorothy's bank or silent partner. Dorothy has no rent because Mira owns the building. I think Mira just loves getting first crack at designer fashions.”

“Are they a couple?”

“I don't think so,” Debra mused. “They're drinking buddies. They seem more like the type to play wingwoman for one another if one of them is getting hit on. Mira did look up my dress one late evening after the store closed and seemed happy at the thought that I didn't react visibly when she fingered me. She said something like, 'Tell me later if this feels half as divine as I hope it does.'”

“Sounds like she wants to be fucked as a mannequin,” Irina said.

“Rigid that is possible,” Jon replied. “As a mannequin, well even if there were an anatomically correct hole it would be made of plastic.”

“Hold on, Jon,” Sarah said. “I have a spell you can try.” She pulled out a couple forms and quickly started filling them out.

“On me?” Debra asked. “Should I turn into a mannequin?”

“There's a question you don't hear too often.” Tracy joked.

Sarah nodded. “Pose in a manner that makes your crotch accessible.” Sarah explained. Once Debra was made of plastic, she added, “She should probably be naked, Jon.” And she handed the forms to Jon.

“Harem naked Harem,” he said as he read the forms over and signed them. Whatever clothing any of the women had been wearing disappeared with his utterance. “Debra flesh pussy Debra.”

The flat featureless area of Debra's crotch transformed back into Debra's normal fleshy pussy.

Jon made himself erect and dropped his pants. He entered her easily and enthusiastically. Immobile, her body was easy to maneuver into a comfortable position for a fast and eager hump. Moments later, after he  came, he pulled out of her. Turning around he saw Irina and Tracy necking. Sarah was at the desk updating some magic forms. Ginny was staring past Jon at Debra, nearly mesmerized. “She's alive?”

“And well,” Jon answered. “Touch her.”

“Her chest... it's so shiny and smooth,” Ginny ran her fingers across Debra's plastic breasts.

“Debra flesh head Debra.” Jon muttered.

“Oh, that feels nice, Ginny,” Debra purred with a throaty voice. “Do you like the feel of my body?”

Ginny just nodded as she started rubbing Debra with both hands.

“I bet you want to feel like this,” Debra stated.

Ginny nodded and looked expectantly at Jon.

He pointed downward and twirled his finger around in a circle indicating she should turn around and face Debra. Once she did, he said,. “Ginny mannequin Ginny. Debra flesh Debra. Your turn.”

A short “Oh” escaped Ginny's lips as the transformation took place.

Debra placed a hand on Ginny's sexless crotch and rubbed it vertically. “I know you’re loving that,” she added. She flicked her tongue all over Ginny's strangely large conic breasts. Then she planted a long slow kiss on Ginny's frozen mouth.

Jon immediately said, “Harem mannequin Harem.” And watched as Debra froze in place, locked in a kiss with Ginny. Satisfied he turned to look at the Irina and Tracy mannequins on the sofa also lip-locked. Several fingers of Tracy's right hand seemed to be inside Irina's smooth crotch. A strange tinkling noise brought to his attention the cum that shattered off of Sandra as she transformed into a mannequin. “Oh, well,” he said aloud for no reason. “Sandra clean Sandra. Sandra pose standing Sandra. Sarah flesh Sarah.”

Sandra's plastic and naked body suddenly was in a somewhat rigid, for a mannequin, parade rest position.

Clicking of keys sounded from the computer where Sarah continued what she was writing before becoming made of plastic.

Jon stepped over to the desk. “Let's have the staff arrive there when we do. Teleport Tabitha and Rachel to the store when we arrive. Have the rest of the staff arrive as they can, and only if they can within the next hour.”

“Okay. I'm just finishing the basic purchase contract for legal purposes. The spells for the boutique are in that stack there if you want to read them over.” Sarah replied. “I'll be ready to print the legal documents in a couple minutes now that we are free from distractions.” She winked at him. “Read this. It's a request from....” she nodded her head in Irina's direction.

Jon took the sheet of paper and read it. “That sounds cool. Tracy teleport her apartment Tracy.” He signed the sheet and Irina was transformed. He examined Irina's new form for a moment. “I hope they enjoy this. Irina teleport her apartment Irina. Tracy flesh Tracy.”

“You didn't turn the...”

“Tracy will figure it out.” He set aside the new spell and picked up the boutique spells. Like the apartment, there were spells to affect the building, spells to affect the employees, spells to affect the customers. “I like how you decided to control this stuff. Excellent idea.”

“Thank you,” Sarah replied. “I'm ready.” She finally really looked around the room. “What about them?”

“I think they want to be alone,” he joked. “Create a spell that will transform Dorothy and Mira to flesh as we open the door to the office and I'll teleport us there.” He waited until she nodded. “Sarah, Sandra and I teleport to Beed's boutique main room Sarah, Sandra and I.”

Ted's Dolls 35: Carson

If you haven't read any of the Ted's Dolls stories before, you should read Ted's Dolls 1: Jane before reading this one. Carson is a new character. But reading Ted’s Dolls 26: Elliot’s Dummy before reading this one might be a good idea.

There was a knock on the dorm room door. Carson opened the door to find a woman he’d never met standing there. He’d had seen her around campus a few times. “Yes?”

“I just thought I’d say hello. I… Bye.” With a look of pure confusion, she left.

Carson leaned out his door and watched her hustle toward the stairs. He closed the door, equally confused. It was the fourth time a random person had come to his door to say “hello” in the past several weeks. He had no idea why. He had tried to figure it out after the second time it happened with no progress.

Still standing at the door, he was surveying his room when it occurred to him that each time it had happened had been the day after he had rented a doll from Ted. Could that woman have been his doll the night before? Why would she come here today and risk losing her anonymity? Not that he cared who the doll was last night. Last night was totally transactional in his mind.

Having a new lead, he tried to recreate what he had done with the doll, or perhaps more likely, what the doll had done when he wasn’t using it. He’d brought it home and removed it from its sack. He’d sat it down on the bed. He sat where the doll had been and tried to remember which way it might have been facing. He was facing his open closet, looking at the clothes hanging there. He couldn’t imagine why this might cause her to come by and say hello.

In a flash, he realized a possible link. He moved to another part of the bed and sat there. Whileletting the doll air dry after cleaning it, he had set the doll down at the other end of the bed. It had been looking at the wall now in front of him. There were a pair of posters on the wall. One was an album cover. The other was a promotional poster for a midwestern town and there was a slogan on it, “Come by tomorrow and say hello.”

Not a very good slogan. But, the doll must have been staring at it for over an hour before he had bagged it up and returned it. He moved the sign somewhere else in his room and picked up his phone. On Ted’s app, he setup another rental for tomorrow.

A couple days later, no one stopped by to say hello. He looked at the spot the poster had occupied and wondered what else he could hang there.

* * *

Doll had been used most vigorously by Renter and after blissing, it found itself seated on a chair in Renter’s room. Doll didn’t mind being set aside. Renters don’t play with Dolls every second of the rental in Doll’s experience. Doll had never been rented by this Renter before but it did believe it had seen Renter on campus before. There was a sign in front of Doll. Doll read the sign. Doll read it again. And again.

* * *

There was a knock on the dorm room door. Carson opened the door to find a fifth woman he’d never met but had seen around campus. “Yes?”

The woman said, “I just thought I’d say hello. Can I come in?”

“Certainly. What brings you here?”

“I’m not really sure. I just feel like I should be here.”

He stood aside so she could come in and said, “You’re Fiona, right? I don’t think we share any classes.”

“Yes. I don’t think I know your name.”

“I’m Carson. Please, have a seat.”

She sat down in the chair the doll had sat in the night before. On the side of the desk in front of her was a sign with an intricate symbol on it. “I have to confess,” she said. “I’ve been in you room before.”

“You have?”

“I was the doll you rented last night,” she said, crossing her legs. She felt a bit warm and unbuttoned her top blouse button.

“I hope I treated you well.”

“Do you know about blissing?”

“No.”

“Sometimes, when a doll is, um, well tended to, they enter a euphoric state called blissing.”

“And this has something to do with how I treated you?”

Her face was already a bit ruddy when she looked away and looked back. “I did bliss last night.” She uncrossed her legs and the crossed them the other way. She definitely felt a bit warm. “I should go.”

“No, please stay. I want to know what I did that you think tended to you so well last night.” He moved his chair closer to her and she noticed the symbol on the desk was also on the T-shirt he was wearing.

She fanned herself, “It’s very warm in here.” Her legs squeezed together.

“Where are my manners? Do you want a drink? I have some soda in the mini-fridge.”

“Do you have any water?”

“I might have a small bottle.” He opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle. “I do. Here you go.”

“Thanks.” She opened the bottle and took a long drink from it. She poured a little into her hand and rubbed it on her chest. It didn’t really help. She wanted to pour the bottle over her body but decided not to.

“Should I open a window? You seem to be perspiring.”

“It might help. I should get going.”

“If you thought I was a good renter, maybe we should do it again.”

“You want to request my services from Ted?”

“No, I’ve heard he charges more when people show up with someone they want dolled. You could just show up to be rented and then when you go into the bathroom send me a text.”

“What would that do?”

“You would tell me which spot on Ted’s sofa was empty when you went into the bathroom. If I show up shortly after to get there, I should be able to pick you out if there are multiple dolls when I get there.”

“What if you pick the wrong doll?”

“Then it wasn’t meant to be.”

“You’re a romantic.”

“Perhaps.”

* * *

Carson received a text. <<Open spot farthest from the door.>>

He left his room and headed to Ted’s room, arriving about fifteen minutes later. When he got there, there were two dolls on the sofa. “Hi, Ted.”

“Carson? I thought you scheduled for eight o’clock.”

“I did. But I have more time tonight than I expected. It’s not a problem is it?”

“No, I suppose not. You can grab that doll.”

Ted had pointed at the near doll. He got a canvas bag from the stack.

Carson ignored him and picked up the farther doll.

When Ted turned back around and saw which doll Carson had, he didn’t think it mattered. They stuffed the doll in the bag and Carson left.

Doll was surprised it had worked. Renter from yesterday was Renter tonight.

Doll was out of the bag as soon as the door clicked shut behind Renter. He put doll on the chair next to the desk where a different sign hung. Renter instructed Doll to read the sign but Doll knew it needed to read the sign from last night’s rental. This sign said nothing about getting hot.

Doll had read the sign many times before Renter put Doll on bed and had sex with it. Doll blissed. Doll was in the bag again the next time it could think.

Time passed.

Owner took Doll out of bag and soon Fiona was standing in the bathroom. She sent a text. She couldn’t help smiling as she said good night to Ted and immediately went to Carson’s dorm room.

He let her in as soon as she knocked. “It worked. You rented me.”

“I know. Did the other part work?”

“Let’s find out.” She sat down in the chair next to the desk. There was a sign already sitting there that wasn’t the sign the doll had seen earlier. She read the sign.

Carson watched as she sat down and her eyes focused on the sign. He held the prior sign in his hand.

“Read this sign from top to bottom. When you finish, read it again as long as you are sitting here.

“You will do this any time you are sitting in this chair and there is a sign in front of, whether or not you are a doll.

“Anything you read on the sign in front of you is, from now on, a set of rules you must obey once the sign is no longer in front of you. You obey anything you read on these signs whether you are a doll or a person.

“When you obey the words on the sign you feel pleasure. When you try to resist the words on the sign you feel agony. You cannot resist the words on the sign because of this.

“You like Carson. You want Carson to like you. You treat anything Carson tells you to obey like words on these signs. Obeying Carson gives you great pleasure.

“You cannot tell anyone that Carson can command your obedience. You cannot tell anyone about signs you read in Carson’s room. The following is Carson’s phone number. You cannot forget it. When you are rented to Carson, as soon as Ted restores your body, you will send Carson a text. When you leave Ted’s room after having been rented by Carson, you will come to Carson’s room.

“This is the bottom of the sign. Return to the top and read it again.”

Carson put the sign in his desk drawer and looked at Fiona. He felt a little bad about what he was doing but she was very beautiful. He knew he’d prefer her body to making out with one of Ted’s dolls.

After she had been in the seat for an hour, he removed the sign and put it in the drawer. “How do you feel?” He said.

“I feel great. I feel horny. Can you do anything about that?”

“It would please me to share my bed with you.”

Her body shuddered with pleasure. She stood up and started removing her clothes. “Don’t just gawk at me. Take off your clothes too.”

He did so and together they got into bed. They made out. And they had sex. More than once.

* * *

Carson carried a doll back from Ted’s room. This would be his second dollfriend. He noticed a figure standing in a third floor window. He had noticed that doll standing in that window the day before as well. Why would someone rent a doll and have them stand in a window? Not his problem. He took the new doll out of the bag and put it in the seat by the desk.

“Why is there a doll sitting in my seat by the desk?” Fiona said as soon as she walked in. “I left to change clothes and get dinner only a couple hours ago. I thought we would have fun tonight.”

“We will. And it isn’t just a seat for you.”

“It isn’t.”

“It is a seat for all my girls.”

“What does that mean?”

“Fiona, as much as you please me by yourself. Two women in my bed would please me more.”

“They would? Am I one of the women?”

“I would like you to be.”

“Okay. And this doll will be the other woman.”

“That is my plan.”

“Okay. She can sit in my seat. She needs to read the signs.”

“She does. She has to know the rules like you do.”

“Okay.”

* * *

“Fiona? Bailey?”

“Yes?” They said.

“Why is there a doll in the seat by the desk?”

“After you recruited Bailey, I thought if two women pleasuring you was good, and you have to admit Bailey and I have pleased you very well.”

“We have,” Bailey said.

“You have.”

“Then three women pleasuring you would be better still.”

“When Fiona told me her plan,” Bailey said. “I agreed. Three women pleasuring you would be better than just two women pleasuring you.”

“Three women sounds fine. But no more. That’s a command. No more showing signs to other women.”

“Are you sure four women wouldn’t be better still?”

“Diminishing returns,” he said. “As it is all four of us will barely fit on the bed.”

“That might be a problem, Carson.” Bailey said.

“This doll will be the fourth woman,” Fiona said.

“What?”

“Last night, while you were at night class, Fiona and I showed the sign to a doll.”

“We had to change the phone number so she wouldn’t send you a text.”

“When she texted me, I had her come right over to look at the second sign. Her name is Lilian.”

“The second sign is why we love you so much.”

“I’m aware of how the signs work,” he said. “So, where is she?”

“She has a final exam now. We told her you’ll be free tomorrow morning at ten. She’ll be here to serve you then.”

“So will I,” Bailey said.

“I have an exam all morning tomorrow, as you know,” Fiona said.

“Mine is in the afternoon.”

“How long has she been reading this sign?”

“Only twenty minutes. You’re back early from your exam. How’d it go?”

“Well. I should have placed out of the class when the semester started.”

“You are so smart, Carson,” Bailey said.

“Who does Ted think rented this doll?”

“Jason.”

“Who’s Jason?”

“My boyfriend.”

“You have a boyfriend?”

“The rules don’t say I can’t have a boyfriend as long as I’m making you happy.”

“I never considered someone being rented would have a significant other.”

“I rented with Ted to annoy Jason. I have that boy whipped. I told him if he didn’t rent a doll and bring it here, I wasn’t going to touch his dick till after Christmas.”

“Speaking of the holidays,” Fiona said. “I don’t know how much I can pleasure you from Baltimore. I have to travel back there to see my family. It was hoping you might make a sign that makes me forget about the other rules over Winter break but then when the Spring semester starts I resume pleasuring you.”

“I could use that sign too.”

“That’s not a bad idea,” Carson said. “When she’s done reading the sign, have Jason come pick up the doll, let him use it and return it and make sure he never mentions the doll was here.”

“When you say let him use it, can I tell him he can’t use the doll at first and then allow him to use it as a favor. I don’t want him to think I’m getting soft.”

“You can abuse your boyfriend how you see fit as long as what I’ve asked you to do gets done.”

“Sweet.”

“If we’re not going to fuck soon, I need to finish studying and get a good night’s sleep for my exam tomorrow,” Fiona said.

He kissed her and gave her ass a light smack. “Yes. Get back to your room and make sure you do everything you can to do well on your exam tomorrow.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I’m texting Jason. It’ll take him fifteen minutes to get here. She should be done by then.”

“What can we do for fifteen minutes?”

“Whatever you have in mind, make sure is smears my lipstick.”

Twenty minutes later, Jason wasn’t happy that he wasn’t getting Bailey to fool around with but after a few moments he was begging her to let him eat the doll’s pussy before returning it to Ted. After he left, Carson stepped out of the bathroom and burst out laughing. “I thought you were exaggerating when you said you had him whipped.”

“You snagged yourself a cold bitch somehow. And when I figure it out, I’ll turn our relationship around.”

“You can try.”

“Challenge accepted. I need to study and get some sleep too.”

“Of course.”

There was a knock at the door. A woman stood there. “Should I go sit in the seat?” She said.

“Of course, you should.”

“What’s your name?” Bailey said.

“Aimee. Aimee Yee.”

* * *

A figure in a black coat watched the comings and goings of this dorm room. Perhaps he needed to speak to this norm.

The Truth - Chapter 18

Sandra and Jon walked up the street arriving at the door to Beed's a few moments after seven. Debra was not standing in the window. They exchanged a look before entering. The salesgirl, Tabitha, watched them enter. As they approached she said, “Ms Beed is expecting you. They’re waiting for you in her office.”

“Thanks, Tabitha,” Jon said. As they walked through the curtain, they saw Debra standing in the changing room where she first became rigid four days ago. “Curious,” he mumbled. Then he knocked on the office door and opened it. “Ah, Ms Beed, a pleasure to see you again. Who is this lovely woman?”

Ms Beed was sharing a drink with another woman. The other woman was a few years younger than Ms Beed, impeccably dressed, made up and coiffured. She carried herself without a sense of vanity: a regal aura seemed to surround her.

“This is my good friend and business partner, Mira York,” Ms Beed introduced. “Mira, this is Jon and Sandra. They are going to bring Debra back to the living.”

“Dorothy tells me you can make living girls into statues. I would have thought she was kidding except I've met Debra many times before she spent the day hard as a rock. I still think this is some kind of ruse and she is trying to get a good laugh at my expense.”

“Oh, I assure you Mira, the Debra you know was standing stock still in this boutique this whole time.” He turned to Dorothy and said, “We had a wager. I'm not sure why you invited Ms York to attend your lose of a bet.”

“We will attend to that once we settle the bet,” she stood up. “Shall we?”

“I'd rather talk business since our bet mostly involves Debra's pay scale and I'm guessing Ms York is here for something else.”

“You are very direct, young man.” Mira stated. “We want to pay you to do what you did with Debra to all our employees.”

“Why?”

“Image. It is hard to get young people to pay attention on the job. They’re always texting. Dorothy has to confiscate Tabitha's cell phone before each shift or she won't do anything. So fine, if they were stiff all day at least they wouldn't be on the phone.”

“Interesting,” Jon said. “Imagine seeing dresses modeled by an apparent mannequin that comes to life and asks if you have any questions. And if you don't returns to being a mannequin right there.”

Dorothy let out a low whistle, “Could you do that?”

“We'd have to discuss how big a cut of the business I would get but I'm sure that won't be an issue.”

Mira laughed, “I want to go talk to Debra before I hand you the keys to the building.”

Jon stood up and gestured to the door, “Certainly.” And he followed all three women out.

“Dorothy, before we do anything, can you verify that this is the same woman on the back of whose knee you made a mark before she became rigid?”

She smiled and bent down to look at the back of Debra's knee. “It is indeed her and that is my mark.”

“Debra, in that case, you should return to flesh.”

A few seconds later, Debra turned to Dorothy and said, “I'm ready for another shift.”

Dorothy and Mira could not hide their shock. “I knew it would happen,” Dorothy said, “And I'm still shocked it's really her. How do you feel?”

“Perfectly fine, Ms Beed.”

Mira took Debra's hand, “You were stone cold a moment ago.”

“I know. Isn't it amazing?” Debra said.

Sandra took a phone from her purse and waved it in front of Debra before handing it to her, “Debra, let's go sit down out front and let Jon talk to Dorothy and Mira alone. You probably have some messages to catch up on.”

“Good idea,” Debra said. “If you'll excuse us.”

Jon held his arm out toward Dorothy's office and followed the older women into the office, closing the door behind him.

“We'll give you 33% stake in the store's limited liability company in exchange for you training all our employees to be able to do what Debra does.”

“51% and a $100,000 signing bonus to do this only to worthy sales and modeling staff. Final offer.” Jon countered.

“What does worthy mean?”

“It means if I say I won't do a certain employee, I won't do it and that employee will be fired shortly thereafter.”

“Does that offer include the two of us?”

“No, we will negotiate that separately.” Jon looked at the clock on Dorothy's desk. “My offer is only good for the next five minutes. Make a decision.” And with that he thought to himself “I am rigid” three times.

Mira's voice rose as she spoke, “He did it, too.”

Dorothy touched his arm. “What have we got to lose?”

“Not much,” Mira replied. “It's a deal, Jon.”

Jon returned to flesh and shook both ladies' hands. “I'll have legal papers drawn up and send them to you for signing in the morning. I'll sign the papers when you hand over a bank check in my name for $100,000.” He stood up as if to leave, “Ladies.”

“Wait, what about us?” Dorothy complained.

“I want to be a mannequin,” Mira explained.

Before Jon could answer, his cell phone rang.

* * *

She could not resist touching the empty space between her legs. Nothing. Nothing at all.

She went over to Jon's desk. He wanted her to clean up the spell system if she could and find any old format spells and convert them to the new form format. She soon found the recently signed spells that would transform harem member's genitalia to various configurations, including smooth emptiness. She was not listed as an authorized user of the spells.

While sorting through the spells, the phone rang. “Hello?”

“Sarah? It's Irina. Is Jon around?”

“No, he's out.”

“Oh, I got home before Tracy and I wanted to ask him to do a new spell for me.”

“Well, I'm going over the spells now so if you describe what you want I can write it up and he can sign it when he returns,” Sarah advised.

“Oo, that could work,” Irina cooed. She described the effect she wanted and with some directed questions from Sarah, they created the spell Irina wanted.

“I'm sure Jon will like this spell,” Sarah replied. “I'll have him sign it as soon as he returns and I'll even have him activate on you if you like.”

“That would be awesome. Thanks, Sarah.”

“See you later.” Sarah said, hanging up. She set aside the new spell and returned to her prior task. After half an hour she noticed a discrepancy in the spell serial numbers. Each spell form received a number when the magic took effect so you could look back and put the spells in order later. There was a sequence of about a dozen spells missing. Before she could investigate further, the door bell rang.

She got up and opened the door. A young woman in jeans and floral print blouse was standing nervously in the hallway. “Oh, you aren't Jon, are you? Sandra said if she wasn't home I should knock here.”

“Jon and Sandra went out, can I help you?”

“I don't know. My name is Genny and I'm Sandra's former boss' secretary.”

“You seem distraught. Why don't you come in and sit down? Sandra should be back soon.” Sarah said. “What happened?”

“I'm just really confused. Sandra had me sign a piece of paper and the next thing I knew I was giving Jerry a blowjob. I hate sucking dick or I use to. I couldn't get enough of Jerry. He eventually told me to stop what I was doing immediately and I just sat there for a moment with my tongue on his dick not moving. He seemed just as confused by my immobility as I was. I managed to say, 'Can I go now?' And he said, 'Yes, sure. That'll be all.' So I got up and went back to my desk and we didn't say another word to each other the rest of the day.”

“You said Sandra had you sign something. Did you read it?”

“It was a form of some kind. Right after I signed it, it disappeared.”

“Did it say something about Jon's Harem?”

“No, it was Sandra's Harem. She made it sound like she had a band and I thought it was joining a mailing list or something.” Genny's eyes welled with tears.

Sarah wondered how well Sandra had modified the spells. “Genny sleep Genny,” she said and Genny fell asleep on the sofa. With alacrity, Sarah returned to the desk and started reconstructing the spells Sandra had cast. She discovered Sandra had made Jon turn her into his likeness and then to give her the Pen because it was his. With the Pen she created a subset of spells that gave her all of Jon's powers on anyone she wanted and she negated Jon's ability to affect her unless she wanted to be affected. But Sandra's understanding of the bureaucracy of spells was incomplete and she found a loophole. She filled out a form and then called Jon.

“Is something wrong. Sarah?”

“You need to trust me. Something is terribly wrong. I need executive privilege in the spell system right now.”

“Granted,” Jon said. “What is it?”

She signed the spell immediately and Sandra appeared suddenly sleeping on the couch next to Genny.

“Sandra made a mess with the Pen when we gave you to her as a present last night.” Sarah began. As she was talking it sounded like someone entered the room Jon was in saying something about Sandra. “Is that Debra? Tell her you are well aware of Sandra's disappearance and I'll explain everything when you get back.”

Jon said, “Okay, hold on for a second if you can.”

“Not a problem,” Sarah replied.

“Dorothy, please dismiss Tabitha for the night and lock up the store. Take Mira with you so I can have a moment.” Jon said. Then he spoke into the cellphone. “What happened exactly?”

“Sandra added someone she use to work with to HER harem. You will need to clean this up as soon as possible before it gets out of hand. I just teleported Sandra here and put her to sleep. I'm currently creating a cancellation spell to stop her from doing this again but we have no idea what other spells she may have cast. I'm working on a spell that does that too.”

“Okay, I have a form for Dorothy to sign but she has a friend here with her so I need another one for her to sign.”

“That may not be wise to do before cleaning up Sandra's mess.” Sarah said. “I have a spell right here to take care of them after the store is locked. When they return to the office have them sit down.”

“Actually they just returned. Is the store locked and secured?” He gestured toward their seats as he asked the question.

“Yes,” Dorothy said. “Now we can disc--” She felt herself freeze in place mid-word. She saw sitting across from her a mannequin that looked just like Mira.

Jon said, “Ah, perfect, Sarah. We'll be home right away.” He ended call. “Ladies, I need to run. You wanted to become mannequins and I've delivered but it will cost you dearly if you ever want to do it again. I'll be back soon to continue our negotiations.” He turned to Debra who was posing the women so they could see one another better. “Let's go.”

They left the office and Debra said, “Awesome, who's Sarah?”

“You are about to find out. Debra and I teleport home Debra and I.” Jon took in the room as they arrived. Sandra and a young woman he never met before were asleep on his sofa. Sarah was picking up a stack of papers for him to sign with the real Pen when she paused. “What am I feeling down there?”

“Oh, I forgot I set that up to happen when I returned to the apartment.”

She paused to look down her skirt to find her previously genitalless crotch now had a cock and balls attached to it.

“You can deal with that later.” He sat at the table and said, “Explain each and every one of these changes to me.”

“Nice to meet you,” Debra said. “I’ll just stay out of the way.” And she turned into a mannequin.

“Likewise,” Sarah said and then began explaining to Jon the spells that allowed Sandra to override Jon's commands and to make commands as if she were Jon. Sandra had even revived the 'I insist' and 'believe me' spells. Apparently, she did not know about the audit trail in the spell system that allowed Sarah to figure out what had happened. She also handed Jon some spells that removed him from the list of people who could be affected by harem spells.

Jon looked at the spell to remove him from the harem lists and said, “Teleporting is very useful. Rewrite this to allow some of the safe actions.”

“Okay,” Sarah said. “That leaves Genny here and probably Jerry though she didn’t actually add him to the harem.”

“Right.” He stood up and carried Genny into his bedroom and lay her down on his bed. As he returned to the room, he added, “I'd love to hear what Sandra says happened. Sandra awake Sandra.”

“What happened?” Sandra started. Seeing Jon's expression she added, “Uh Oh.”

“Uh Oh?” Jon was incredulous. “Did you think I wouldn't find out?”

“How did you find out?”

“Someone named Genny stopped by,” Sarah said.

“She's perfect for your harem.”

“My harem or yours?” Jon asked.

“Well, I got a little power crazy perhaps but I was still looking out for you. I didn't recruit any hunks for me to fuck.”

“Enough. Tell me everything you did today and don't gloss over anything. I command it.”

“Since you put it that way, you teleported me to my apartment this morning....”

MANIP - Can I Keep Her?

What has she gotten herself into?

Transcript

P: She turned out perfect. Can I keep her?

B: Did she know what the spell would do before you cast it on her.

P: She said she wanted to be mine forever.

B: That's not what I asked.

P: Well, no. I don't think she knew I'd turn her into a mannequin. But, she knows I have a dozen other mannequins. She should have assumed I was going to turn her into one.

B: ...

P: Fine. I'll turn her back. Can I at least keep her until summer ends? She'll be quiet. You won't know she's here.

B: Ha ha. Fine. But only till the end of summer. <Exits>

P: Don't worry. He'll forget about you and then you'll be mine forever. <Squee> How else do you think I came to own over a dozen mannequins?

Ted's Dolls 34: Candace

If you haven't read any of the prior Ted's Dolls stories, you should start with Ted's Dolls 1: Jane before reading this one. Candace, Edwin, Mary, and Freddie were introduced in Ted’s Dolls 10: Edwin and last seen in Ted’s Dolls 27: Mary.

Freddie was the first of his study group to get his lunch and claim a cafeteria table for the group. Mary arrived shortly after he sat. “Hello, Mary.”

“Hi, Freddie,” she said softly.

“I didn’t see you all weekend. Did you do anything interesting?”

“You know what I did.”

“Yes. I was just hoping you’d want to talk about it so I gave you an opening. It’s called having a conversation.”

She glared at him.

“You rarely talk to me, Mary. I sometimes think you don’t like me.”

“You aren’t as bad as I first believed.”

“I will have a wonderful day knowing you’ve warmed up to me.”

“Don’t get a swelled head.”

“Far too late. So? Weekend?”

“I spent the weekend in Ted’s room as a porcelain doll. Happy?”

“Thrilled. What’s Ted like when he’s alone.”

“I don’t know. He’s just a normal person, I suppose. Plays a lot of Gold Ore’s Bait.”

“And Paris?”

“She wasn’t there the whole weekend.”

“Really? Never mind. Did you enjoy it?”

“Did Mary enjoy what?” Candace said as she and Edwin arrived together and sat down.

Freddie caught Mary’s expression and said, “The latest episode of Downtown with Abby.”

“Oh, don’t talk about that. We didn’t get a chance to watch it yet.”

“That’s too bad,” Freddie said.

“I didn’t think you watched that show, Mare.”

“I usually don’t.”

“Oh? I talk about it with you all the time.”

“Yes, you talk about it all the time. I thought I’d try watching it so it would make more sense.”

“I’m sorry. Do you want me to stop talking about it?”

“No, no. I enjoy our conversations.” Mary said, picking up her tray, “I just remembered I needed to see Professor Owlry and her office hours are short today. See you later.”

“What’s up with her?” Edwin said.

“No idea,” Candace said. “She’s been acting a bit weird lately.”

“I’m sure she’ll work through it,” Freddie said. “She’s a tough one.”

When they were finished, Candace and Edwin kissed as their next classes were at opposite ends of campus. Freddie followed Edwin and caught up to him. “Got a minute?”

“Sure, what’s up?”

“Mary. She misses seeing Candace on weekends.”

“Oh. Why didn’t you just tell Candace?”

“For the same reason, Mary didn’t tell Candace. I didn’t want to come between you and your doll. And if Mary isn’t going to say something, it surly isn’t my place to do so.”

“That’s never stopped you before.”

“I’ve grown.”

“Do you think this is my fault?”

“I’m just telling you what I’ve observed. What you do with the information is up to you.”

“Thanks.”

* * *

“Mary?” Candace said. “She would tell me if something were wrong.”

“She would?” Edwin said. “Didn’t she push you into my arms?”

“Sort of. She didn’t know I was the doll you kept receiving. But she understood immediately when I told her you were a doll in my room.”

“And now you say she seems distant. You think that’s just a coincidence.”

“Oh, but? Why would she need to stay away when I’m not a doll?”

“When was the last time you spent time with her on a weekend?”

“Oh, no,” Candace could not mask how upset she was. “I’ve spent every weekend as your doll since Halloween.”

“Except Thanksgiving.”

“I didn’t see her then either. I’m a terrible friend.”

“Don’t kick yourself too hard. She could have said something.”

“I just don’t think of Mary ever needing anything.”

“No?”

“She’s quiet. She’s shy. But she doesn’t put up with bullshit from anyone.”

“Except you.”

“Don’t say that.”

He pulled her close and they held one another for a moment.

“I need to find her, now,” she said.

“Want me to come with you?”

“No. Getting her to talk in front of both us would be even harder.”

*

Edwin entered Candace’s room. “Are you going to get dinner before transforming for the weekend?”

“Yes. But I’m not dolling this weekend.”

“Okay. So… you and Mary are good now.”

“No,” she teared up. “I haven’t found her.”

He took her hand. “That’s odd. Where could she be?”

“I have no idea.”

“When did you last check her room?”

“A few hours ago.”

He stepped out into the hall and knocked on Mary’s room a few doors down. No answer.

“Let’s just go eat,” Candace said, closing the door to her dorm room.

After dinner, they returned to Edwin’s room. Not long after they arrived, Freddy entered and dropped his book bag on the floor. “Who died?”

“No one died. We can’t find Mary.”

“Oh.” He picked his bag back up. “You didn’t hear this from me. But Ted probably knows where Mary is.”

“Isn’t Ted busy with his show tonight?”

“Oh, right,” Freddy said. “He’s probably not in his room. You might have to wait until tomorrow.”

“Let’s just head to his room and see,” Edwin said.

When they got to his dorm, he wasn’t in.

“I guess I really won’t be dolling this weekend.”

“I’m guessing you aren’t in the mood to study,” Freddy said.

“I don’t think we will tonight,” Edwin said.

“Catch you later,” Freddy said.

Candace and Edwin returned to her room. She flopped on the bed, feeling defeated.

Edwin sat down next to her without saying anything.

“I like being a doll,” Candace said softly.

“I figured that.”

“When I first had Ted deliver me to you I was so scared out of my mind that you would reject me that I didn’t think about what I’d actually done to myself.

“It wasn’t until the third time I wondered what I was doing. Was this a relationship? I’d ask myself. Only I knew we were together. How could it be? But, you’re… well, you’re you. And you treated the doll so nicely.”

“You don’t…”

“Let me finish. After you dolled for me. I was nervous again. I don’t mean how I ran to Mary for help. I mean after I returned you to Ted. What would it be like going forward? We worked that out. But I also had come to enjoy being your doll. And you certainly didn’t mind. I don’t become a doll during the week. I didn’t think spending the weekend as a doll was too much.”

“It isn’t too much. But it might be too long all at once,” Edwin said. “At least, it is for Mary. And based on what Freddy told me. I wouldn’t mind spending more time on weekends able to talk with you, not just to you.”

“You should have said something.”

“There was nothing to say. I’m fine either way. And I know how much you love hearing me read the reading assignments to you.”

A broad smile played across her face causing Edwin to smile.

“I do love just listening to you read to me. I don’t think it would be the same if I weren’t a doll.”

“We have this evening to ourselves. We could find out.”

* * *

Candace tapped gently on Ted’s dorm room door early the next morning. He didn’t respond verbally. But she heard the sound of someone slowly getting out of bed.

Ted opened the door. He was wearing underwear and nothing else. Behind him, Candace saw the remains of candles around the room. A shapely leg poked out from under the covers on the bed.

“Oh, god, I’m so sorry for interrupting,” she said.

“Shhhh, keep it down. It’s okay I had to get up soon anyway. I’m not doing any dolls today.”

“I’m not here for that. I was told you might know where Mary is.”

“Mary? Oh, Mary. Right.” He blushed. “Um… She’s over there.”

He pointed into his room, toward the bed. On the shelf behind the bed was a porcelain doll.

“The little doll?”

“Yes. I suppose she got an interesting show last night. Forgot all about her.”

“Why…?”

“I don’t deal in why. You’ll have to ask her. She’ll be a doll until Sunday evening. You’ll have to ask her your questions then. Don’t forget to come out and see the artshow, today.”

She didn’t protest as he closed the door.

* * *

“How did you know where Mary was?” Candace said after storming into Freddy’s room and slamming the door.

“She asked me for advice. Don’t ask me why she followed it.”

“That doesn’t sound like her.”

“I know, right? But, she was really distraught last week. She must not have been thinking straight.”

“Last week?”

“Yes, I assume you found her turned into a porcelain doll in Ted’s room.”

“How did you…?”

“This is the second weekend she’s done this.”

“Why didn’t she just talk to me?”

“You know the answer to that.”

“I do?”

Freddy just stared at her.

“I do,” Candace said. She sat on Freddy’s bed. “She probably figured if it was her who pushed me and Edwin together, if she said anything it might pull us apart.”

“Something like that,” Freddy said. It took him a moment to make the decision before he sat next to her. “I followed her to her room last week when she left the study group early. She let me into her room and asked me for help. I told her she should become a doll to find out what you see in it. She accused me of being gross, nothing new there. I reminded her that Ted doesn’t just do sex dolls. When we were done, I told her, I was sure the right advice would have been to go talk to you. No idea why she went with my plan.”

“When did you become… not wise… more like sideways wise?”

“I’ll take that as a compliment. And I’ve always been me. You just choose to only see the face I present.”

* * *

Pretty Doll watched Owner and Owner’s girlfriend sleep. Doll wondered why watching nothing happen was not boring. Doll was sure its other self would have been bored. But Doll just stood on the shelf where Owner had placed it and was happy. Owner stirred and woke up. Owner and girlfriend cuddled and spoke softly to one another.

Owner and girlfriend were dressed when another woman entered. After talking the new woman went into the bathroom. Owner was going to make a new doll. Doll was excited. Owner removed other doll from bathroom and put other doll on sofa. Doll had seen this many times. Doll wondered what being a big doll was like. A Renter arrived and big doll was taken by Renter.

Time passed. It was dark outside. Owner picked up Pretty Doll. “How was your weekend?” Owner said.

It was great, Doll thought.

Owner removed Doll’s dress and placed Doll on the bathroom floor.

Mary was standing in the bathroom looking at herself in the mirror. She took her clothes out of the milk crate and got dressed.

“Hi, Ted,” she said as she left the bathroom and put the milk crate on the stack. “How did your exhibit go?”

“Oh, that’s right. You didn’t get to see it. I’ll send you the video Tamara made. It’s well made. To answer your question, it was exhausting. But everyone involved seemed to have fun. And people seemed to like it.”

“Cool,” Mary said. She just stood there for a moment.

“Was there something else?”

“No, I guess I should get going.” She still just stood there. “I think... I think I want to be rented.”

“If that’s what you want. Normally I’d tell you to just use the app, but I want to make sure you get a good renter for your first time. Stop by during the week and I’ll set something up.”

She nodded and left Ted’s room. She return to her dormitory and was going to go straight to her room when she passed Candace’s door and stopped. She tapped lightly on her door. Candace opened the door almost immediately.

“Mary!” She threw her arms around her friend and gave her a big hug.

Mary stood there unsure what to do. “Hi, Candace.”

“I’m sorry,” Candace said letting her friend go and stepping back into her room. “Come in. I have questions and hopefully I have answers.”

Mary entered. “You’re not with Edwin?”

“We aren’t joined at the hip. Why didn’t you tell me you wanted to see me on the weekends?”

“I didn’t want to impose.”

“Impose? We’re besties. You can tell me anything.”

“Okay.”

“It’s funny. I couldn’t be a doll this weekend and yet you could. I have wanted to see you all weekend. That was a smack in the face after Freddie, of all people, explained why you were… upset?”

“I don’t know if I was upset. It was just a small sadness that didn’t outweigh your joy.”

“That wasn’t for you to decide. I want to know about all your sadnesses, and joys, and any other emotions. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“So, what’s it like spending the weekend in Ted’s room?”

“Nice.”

Candace just stared at her friend and waited.

“I don’t know. He wasn’t there most of the time. Probably because he was busy with his exhibit both weekends I spent there. I liked being able to relax.”

“Isn’t that the best?”

Mary was thoughtful. “Would you do something for me?”

“Anything.” Candace leaned forward to show she was fully listening.

“I told Ted I wanted… I wanted to be a… big doll and… and be… rented.”

“Really? And you want me to tell you about it?”

“No, well, if you want to talk about it, sure. But. I was wondering if you would… also be rented with me.”

Candace sat back. “I’d have to ask Edwin if he would mind.”

“He won’t mind.”

“He probably won’t. But I have to ask. Could be fun.”

“Especially if we do it together, Bestie.”

“Together,” Candace said.

Ted's Dolls 31: Jane 3 - Revised

If you haven't read any of the prior Ted's Dolls stories, you should start with Ted's Dolls 1: Jane before reading this one. This story first appeared several months ago. While finishing Season 3 of Ted's Dolls, some timing issues in this story could not be resolved without some changes. Essentially, Jane spends more time in the city as part of her first modelling gig.

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

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

She dialed her phone. “Mark?”

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

“You call him Mr. Perry.”

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

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

“Did he get you drunk?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

“My boyfriend?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m not sure I deserve it.”

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

“Yes. It was very nice.”

“And I hope you like the flowers.”

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

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

“You, too.”

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

* * *

Jane and one of the models she met that night walked back to the hotel together. The other model couldn’t stop asking about Stockton Perry. Jane had only agreed to walk with her because she had seemed chill at the runway show and had pretended not to be interested in Stockton. Jane allowed the woman to ask her questions, giving her short answers in return. She didn’t seem to notice Jane had buttoned up.

The next day she had a couple photo shoots planned. One was indoors for a magazine cover and editorial spread. The other was in a park for a fashion advertisement. She didn’t really have a lot of photography experience, most of had been as a mannequin with Cooper.

That morning she had been studying a primer on photography terms Mark had sent her. In the ad shoot, it had saved her from embarrassment.

Sunday was another fashion shoot at three different locations. They sent her a car and a handler. Her handler was a woman in her thirties, probably a former model, and she treated Jane like she was an idiot. Between the first and second locations she gave Mark a call.

“How’s it going, Jane? Are they treating you well?”

“The photographer and his crew are fantastic. They seem to understand I’m new to most of this and are happy to help out. I love his makeup artist. The woman representing the brand is also friendly. Who hired Lola?”

“I did.”

“She thinks I’m such an idiot that I won’t notice she thinks I’m an idiot.”

“Really? She came well recommended. That’s a shame. Hold on a second.”

Jane waited.

“Okay, you’re traveling to the bridge shoot, right?”

“I believe the next location is under a bridge. I heard that from one of the lighting guys. Lola didn’t think it was important to tell me.”

“Sorry about that. Look for Reynold when you get there. He’ll be taking over for Lola. I hope him being a guy isn’t a problem.”

“Why would it be?”

“I love young people. Okay. Sorry about this morning. Hopefully you have a better afternoon.”

“Who’s paying my expenses at the hotel?”

“It’s been split between Bittolé, Luminal Magazine, and the group you’re with now.”

“I want to invite a few of them to dinner tonight.”

“Save all your receipts. I’ll make sure someone comps them for you.”

“Great. Thanks, Mark.”

“Love you, Jane.”

The makeup artist and the hair stylist, Judy and Blythe, and Reynold joined Jane for dinner that evening.

“We’re just happy for a free meal.”

“I’m hoping you can take me somewhere fun tonight. I don’t want to spend all my evenings in a hotel room while I’m in the city.”

“First time?”

“I’ve taken day trips into the city when I was young. This is my first time here as an adult and with a cash in my pocket.”

“Don’t spend everything you make,” Reynold said. “I’ve seen so many models blow through the money they make and end up with my job.”

“Like Lola?”

“Lola. You know her?”

“You replaced her.”

“Mark was either testing her or testing you. You got her fired?”

“You’re here.”

“Good on you. Mark probably want to make sure you weren’t a push over. You passed the test, Jane.”

“Great.”

“Jane,” Blythe said. “I’m only going to ask one question about Perry, I hope that isn’t an imposition.”

“No one has asked me anything about Stockton.”

“Oh, never mind. You’ve probably been bombarded with questions.”

“One more question won’t kill me. Go ahead.”

Blythe lowered her voice and held hands out, palms facing one another and moved them between four and eight inches apart. “How big is he?”

Judy spit out part of martini. Reynold sat there open mouthed.

Jane took hold of Blythe’s wrists and pulled them out around nine inches apart. “He didn’t disappoint.”

“Do I get a question?” Judy said. After Jane nodded, she said, “Did he know how to use it?”

“He didn’t disappoint.”

* * *

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

“I think it’s done.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Just like?”

“Yes, why?”

“Were you you or were you a doll?”

“I was m--- No. I was Doll.”

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

“No, Richard was.”

“I was?”

“Of course, you were my Owner.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay.”

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

“Why did you say that?”

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

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

“3… 2... 1... I’ll be leaving.”

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

* * *

Monday morning’s hangover wasn’t that bad. Jane was surprised to wake up with Blythe and Judy in her bed. Everyone was wearing clothes so Jane didn’t think she’d missed anything. She ordered room service and soon they left to get changed. They were working the same show Jane was working that night. They said they’d meet Jane here and walk over with her.

Paparazzi only tried to take Jane’s picture as she arrived at the show. Once inside she was taken to her spot and handlers helped her get her guzzied up for the two minute walk she was getting paid for.

* * *

The next night, Jane went to the train station right after the show. She arrived back at her dorm room well after midnight. She was tiptoeing around until she noticed Emily wasn’t there. She got undressed and flopped into bed.

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

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

“Stockton Perry.”

“You know?”

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

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

“Seriously?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * *

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

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

“Probably.”

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

“What happened?” Richard said.

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

“Been there and got back. Ted said you transformed yourself on Sunday. It’s Wednesday. I got back late last night.”

“Three days?”

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

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

“And then three days passed.”

“My head isn’t exploding.”

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

“I was blissing.”

“That probably helped.”

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

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

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

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

“Party pooper.”

* * *

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

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

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

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

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

“You hadn’t?”

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

“I could remedy that.”

“What did you promise Ted?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

* * *

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

Doll waited.

Ted's Dolls Update

Season 3 started with TD27 back in September. I never expected there to be a 5 month release gap between TD33 and TD34. I had a vague idea of where the season was going but no idea how it got there. It was the week before Easter when I finalized the stories for Season 3 part 2: TD34-TD39 + interlude 6. I have to say, these next stories are darker fare than I usually write. The characters put through the tightest wringers will remain in the laundry until Season 4 hopefully washes away their dilemmas. (Laundry? This metaphor sucks.)

Interlude 6: Winter Break is over 8000 words and still growing. There are still two weeks of winter break that have nothing happening in them. I've broken it up into two parts and those parts are still bigger than the average TD story. When I decide Interlude 6 was winter break, I didn't know how dark Season 3 was ending. At the same time, I'm trying to avoid creating an obstacle and resolving it a couple days later. Sigh.

While writing these stories, I found a lot of timing issues with TD31. When Jane is in the now named city didn't work for the interweaving of the various plots. Tomorrow will see the release of TD31: Jane 4 - Revised. It extends Jane's time doing her fashion stuff for the sake of when everything that follows not all happening at once. Is any of it strictly necessary? Probably not.

These stories bring Ted's (et. al.) first semester at college through to final exams. I hope when I plot out Season 4 I spread the stories out so it doesn't take 40+ more stories to get to Summer Vacation.

UPDATE (4/24): Not really an update for you as much for me. I first wrote this post before Easter. This part was written after Easter. I have TD40 done and TD41 half done. Season 4 is underway. Technically these two parts are still part of winter break. I'm hoping the Spring semester starts soon.

I wish I could talk about it. I crushed a few of the characters as Season 3 ends with no idea how to rescue them. And then this morning, I figured out the angle and I should have figured it out a month ago. It is rather weird when the creation surprises the creator.

SIDE NOTE: I'm on a vacation the last two weeks of May. Disappearing from my normal life on the 15th. I'll be on a cruise ship in the Mediterranean Sea. So, stories should still come out here. I just won't be responding to the avalanche of comments left on my posts. :)

RANDOM FACT: The TD series is over 125,000 words at the end of Season 3. Stories whose title contains "Emily" are over 30,000 of those words. And that's just titles. It doesn't include the various Jane stories which Emily has some featured moments in. Or any of her other random appearances.

UPDATE (5/14): I haven't touched anything TD since the update in April. I suppose this means at least 5+ months will pass before Season 4 of Ted's Dolls happens. No big deal. After TD Interlude 6 part 2 rolls out, there is plenty being released in the Saturday release slot. I've added them to the master index of stories.

 There are 18 more in the "finish soon" pile. Not included I'm With The Band 4. And I have a sequel to Dude Gals already. It follows Oscar/Rita's story. I'll probably make another for Terry and Trish and one for Allen/Paula. (And I thought Sister Bros would have a sequel first.) Either the Oscar story is "complete" or the three stories will be combined into "Dude Gals part 2." Unsure at the moment.

The Truth - Chapter 17

At the bank they opened the account using her deposit refund. She explained it was easier than having to go deposit it in her account and then get money from his account to open the new account.

An hour later they were in a government office downtown waiting to meet someone from the lottery commission. The meeting only took a few moments. Jon did have to pose for a publicity photo of him receiving a check from the lottery office.

Soon she was leading him to the brokerage firm of Trumble & Ellis. “Sarah McNell to see Marsha Wilcox,” she told the receptionist.

Within a few moments, Sarah and Marsha were sharing a friendly hug. Jon shook Marsha's hand. Marsha was a tall woman with great posture. She was not very curvy but she neither hid nor flaunted her body in her business suit. Her hair was pulled back in a tight pony tail and face was framed perfectly by a pair of designer glasses. “So, you've got a lot of money suddenly and don't know what to do with it?” She asked Jon rather directly.

He laughed, “Actually I know what I want to do with it I just need someone who can do it without taking too large a cut.”

Marsha looked at Sarah, “I like him and I can guess why you like him. So sure of himself.”

“Jon is very special.”

And in the room, he continued. “Here's the lottery commission's check and a list of stocks I'd like to invest in. It's a diverse portfolio of long term staples and a couple companies I think are about to bust out.”

Marsha took the list and became serious, “Fuller-Boch is tanking. It's not a good idea.”

“I have a feeling about them. They have a research project that I think will pay off in about a month.”

“How can you know that?”

“I've been researching the market for years with no money to invest. Now that I have the money I'm not going to just put into safe stocks.”

Marsha looked at the check. She slid a customer contract to Jon as she turned the check over and passed it back to him. “It's your money. And you seem to know what you are talking about. Just sign the contract and endorse this check and you will own these stocks by end of day today.”

“Sounds good,” he said passing the contract to Sarah who took it and gave it a quick read.

“If you aren't broke in 90 days, I'll start coming to you for advice.” Marsha added.

“I'm sure we could work something out to our mutual benefit.”

Marsha quickly looked Jon over again before glancing at Sarah who feigned indifference to the sexual tension in the air. “I might take you up on that.”

Sarah didn't expect to find anything out of the ordinary. She decided to push Jon's luck. “Since you say that, can we add a rider to reduce his commission rate 1% after 90 days and 2% more after 180 days?”

“I thought you were my friend?” Marsha laughed. “You’re an amusing pair.” She reached out for the contract and added a few lines to it in the commission rate section. “How's that?”

Sarah took the contract back and then handed it to Jon, “Better.” As he signed it and passed it back to Marsha, she continued, “We are friends, but Jon and I are something more.”

“Something more?” Marsha asked raising her eyebrow as she signed the contract and handed a copy of it to Jon. “Something non-traditionally more?”

Sarah merely smiled.

Jon stood up reaching out to shake Marsha's hand, “I don't want to take up too much more of your time. Sarah and I have a dinner appointment and she has a fetish about punctuality.”

Sarah and Marsha stood and Marsha stepped around the desk to see them out. “I understand.” And she whispered, “I know all about Sarah's fetishes.”

Jon whispered back, “And I do hope you will take me up working something out between us.” Louder, he said, “I'll be in touch.” And with that they left her office area.

“Flirting with my former college roommate right in front of me?”

“No one in the room seemed to mind.” He joked. “Is there anything else I need from Sarah McNell?

“I don't think so, Jon.” she replied emphasizing his name.

“Just for that I'm going to keep her around a little longer,” he replied.

“What?” She asked. “I can't believe you are punishing me by not enslaving me.”

“It's works.”

“That's the part that makes it totally absurd.”

* * *

For the rest of the walk home, Jon explained what he wanted Sarah to do while he and Sandra were out liberating Debra.

When they returned to his apartment, Sandra was already home. “So, are you rich yet?”

“I'm working on it.” He said going over to the desk. “How was your day?”

“Nothing special. I did decide to quit. It was a middle level job that if I were to blow the right people might have gotten me to the level of brand manager.”

“Blow?” Sarah asked.

“Did I say blow? I meant know. Really. I did.”

“So cynical,” Jon said. “Sandra arm binder Sandra.”

“Ah-ah, what is this?” Sandra asked as she turned to look at herself in the mirror. An arm binder similar to Sarah's was holding arms firmly behind her back.

“How's it feel?”

“It is not as uncomfortable as it looks but I don't really want to wear it for long.” She looked at Sarah, “Is this from your apartment?”

“No, I suspect mine is still in that box over there. I do believe Jon was introduced to arm binders at my apartment.”

“I, my, Jon? What happened to the 'this slave' and 'master'?”

“I'm being punished,” Sarah confessed. “Jon,” she overemphasized again, “used the become spell to turn me into Sarah McNell so he wouldn't have to command me not to call him master.”

“Maybe if you didn't call him Jon,” Sandra said with extreme emphasis, “He would change his mind.”

“Maybe I enjoyed being Sarah McNell, today.”

“Don't try to mess with my head,” Jon interrupted.

“Are you going to take Sandra to Ms Beed's dressed like this, tonight?”

“Tonight?”

“Yes, Dorothy called Debra's phone and can no loner wait three days apparently. As for the arm binder, I'm considering it.”

“What did I do?” Sandra demanded. “She's just deflecting your attention to me.”

“That doesn't change the fact that you turn bright red when you are embarrassed.” Jon stepped up behind Sandra and grabbed the mitten her hands were in and pulled it upward causing her to bend over at the waist quickly. Then he let her go and she stood up. He pointed at her image in the mirror. “Add an obvious chastity belt here with a D-ring on the bottom and attach the ring on our arm to the belt so that when you move your arm it pulls the belt tighter. Some kind of pushup bra with spikes. Leather boots with a short chain by your calf keeping you from taking a long stride. And an obvious, bright red ball gag, like a cherry on top.”

Sandra looked like she was about to laugh and Jon looked at her confused. She nodded her head in Sarah's direction.

Sarah had her hand inside her skirt and was obviously pleasuring herself. A moment passed and she opened her eyes to find both Jon and Sandra watching her masturbate. She turned beet red as she casually removed her hand from inside her skirt.

“Sarah, tell me everything you are feeling because of what just happened, I command it.”

“I was imagining myself dressed as you were describing what you would do to Sandra and it turned me on so much I got wet because apparently Sarah McNell does not have a magic pussy like Slave Sarah does.”

“I know that part. What did you feel when you opened your eyes? The whole truth, I command it.”

“I'm not sure. There were several conflicting emotions. I was embarrassed at being caught twiddling myself. I was also worried about being caught masturbating without your permission. And I was turned on by perhaps being punished properly for masturbating. And then part of me was hoping you would punish me how you described embarrassing Sandra and so while you were staring at me and I was looking back, I got even hornier.”

“Don't we have to leave soon?” Sandra interjected.

“Yes, apartment dinner for 3 apartment. Sandra dressed casual Sandra. Sarah, give me a blow job as I eat. You can eat after we leave.”

Jon sat down at the table with his legs wide and pointed Sandra to her seat.

She sat down.

Sarah sat down at her plate. “No, thanks, Jon. I'll eat and if there's time before you have to go, I'll consider your request.”

Jon looked at her for a moment but she would not return his stare.

“You can punish me later, I'm sure. But, if I'm not your sex slave, I won't be treated like dirt.”

Sandra laughed, “That's the silliest thing I've ever heard.”

Jon also laughed, “The worst part is if I punish her, she will enjoy it.” He reached over and gently turned her head toward him, “I promise, you will enjoy it.”

“I know, Master.” She giggled as she said “Master.”

Changing the subject, Jon asked, “So tell me also about Marsha Wilcox and is she a good prospect for joining the harem.”

“Marsha was my roommate for my sophomore and junior years of college. She graduated a year ahead of me. We met at a frat party that was completely dead and ended up becoming fast friends and drinking buddies. She’s not a great prospect for your harem though as her personality would conflict with yours. She earned extra cash through college as a dominatrix.”

“Is that why you had no problem having sex with me and the girls across the street?” Sandra interrupted.

“Yes, she was my first top. She locked my first chastity belt on me. She would bring me to some of her higher priced clients and she would cut me in for half. Sometimes I had to be the second Dom and sometimes I was there so she could command him to do things to me. We had a falling out early in Junior year when she put me in a situation she neither warned me about and wasn’t happy when I said no. She didn't take on another client for half a year because she realized she'd been unfair to me. We didn't have sex any more after that so again it might be unwise to bring her in for that reason as well.”

“I wouldn't want you to feel uncomfortable or put upon,” Jon said.

“While she is bisexual, she does prefer cunts to cocks as she will actually say if you ask her. I do believe she has a live-in sex slave, a woman named Mandy, I think. She also has a few Wall Street clients with lots of money who use her dominatrix services.”

“So she'd be a fine catch,” Jon joked.

“We need to leave,” Sandra said.

“Yes, apartment clean apartment. We won't be too long I hope. You have your orders.”

“Yes, Master.” Sarah said, bowing.

“Oh, and so you won't play with your pussy, Sarah doll crotch Sarah.”

“What? When?”

The door to the apartment shut.

Trust Machines - Sister Bros

This is so ridiculous, I should probably apologize to dkfenger for inflicting it on the Trust Machines oeuvre. I am so sorry.

“You can’t beat me. You’re on, Bro.” They shook hands.

“You’re going down.”

“You know it. Far more often than you.”

They laughed. Brent and Joe called themselves the BJ Bros, although they tended to get upset when people made assumptions about what BJ stood for. Ironically, they had just decided to see who could blow more guys than the other if they were both “total babes.”

Friday night, they went to the mall and went to a store just outside the Venn machine. The woman at the counter greeted the two men with a smile, “What can I do to you boys?”

“Did you say ‘do to’ instead of ‘do for’?”

“Isn’t that why you’re here?”

“I suppose so,” Brent said.

“Banter later,” Joe said. “We want you to make us into the two hottest, sexiest, most gorgeous women.”

“Identical twins.”

“Big boobs.”

“Back strengthened for carrying big boobs.”

“Big nipples.”

“Big round asses.”

“Not too big.”

“Feet and calves conditioned to wear high heels all the time painlessly and gracefully.”

“Long legs.”

“Thigh gap.”

“Tall.”

“But not too tall.”

“Yeah, looks taller than she is.”

“Big hair.”

“Plump lips.”

“Not too plump.”

“Delicious, too.”

“Pleasant tasting skin.”

“Immune to having bad breath.”

“And B.O.”

“Easily orgasmic too.”

“Orgasmic?”

“What? You want sex to suck?”

“I guess not. Make that multiply orgasmic.”

“Yes, yes. Oh! And infertile.”

“Definitely infertile.”

“One hundred percent.”

“Clear skin.”

“Naturally long lashes.”

“High cheek bones.”

“Sexy voice.”

“Long indestructible finger nails.”

“Hairless legs.”

“And arms.”

“And torso.”

“And armpits.”

“And lower face.”

“Long lashes.”

“Properly sculpted eyebrows.”

“Tattooed eyeliner.”

When they paused for a breath, the woman said, “Is that all?”

The men looked at one another. “I think that’s all.”

“Hairless torso includes unmentionable places.”

“Don’t have to mention that.”

“Just in case.”

“Blond or brunette?” Amanda said. “Eye color?”

“We leave that to your creativity.”

“But nothing unnatural as long as they’re identical.”

“How long?”

Joe looked at Brent, “Three days?”

“I won’t need more than one day.”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s the point of the bet.”

“We’re paying for this. Is a longer duration the same price?”

“Yes.”

“Maybe a month?”

“A month?”

“Why be a gorgeous woman for only a day or two?”

“Makes sense.”

“One month.”

“Yes, one month.”

“Okay. It’ll take me over an hour maybe even two in the machine. You’re looking at $500 each.”

“Each?”

“I’ll have to do it twice.”

“We could both be in the machine at the same time.”

“We can try that. Hopefully the machine doesn’t scramble your brains,” she said, wondering if they had very far to go to reach scrambled.

“Nah, we definitely have to be in the machine together. We probably wouldn’t end up as identical twins if we were done separately.”

“Okay, $600 to do you both simultaneously.”

“Can you run two credit cards?”

“Sure.”

“What’s your name?”

“Amanda, why?”

“Just thought I should know the name of the person scrambling my brain.”

  *

Beth and Jo stepped out of the machine in high heels and managed to make it to the mirror without falling down and flashing the area around the machine. One of them had insisted no underwear when Amanda was giving them designer dresses for free. The dresses were simple cocktail dresses with a few interestingly placed mesh blocks. Jo’s was fire engine red and Beth’s was jet black. They were both wearing dark hosiery and their shoes matched the color of their dresses.

“I’m much better looking than you.”

“We’re identical.”

“My nose is slightly smaller than yours.”

“You’re out of your mind.”

“We have multiple mirrors in the store,” Amanda said. “So, you can look at yourself without getting in each other’s way.”

They went into the store to look at themselves.

“When I’m a guy I know who I’ll be thinking about the next time I fap.”

“Me?”

“No, me.”

“We’re identical. If you’re fapping to you, you’re fapping to me.”

“You’re making it weird.”

“You want to fap to yourself.”

“You want me to fap to you. Who’s making it weird?”

“This was your idea: get turned into twins and see who can give more head.”

“Get more head.”

“What?”

“You said give more head.”

“Well, we’re the chicks. Chicks lack the right kind of head that gets it so they give it.”

“We aren’t getting head?”

“Look in the mirror, Dufus. Do people like that get head or give it?”

“Give,” she said. “I’ll still win.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want you giving some guy trauma because he whips it out and you act all weird over it.”

“Why would I do that? I’ve seen other guys’ cocks before.”

“Did you ever put one of those cocks in your mouth?”

“Why would I do that?”

“The bet.”

“Oh, right the bet. I’ll be fine.”

“That’s enough,” Amanda said. “You two nutless balls can have this so called conversation anywhere else but here.”

“Sorry about my friend, here.”

“Sister. We’re supposed to be twins.”

“Sorry about my twin sister, here.”

“Older sister.”

“Older?”

“I left the machine first. So I’m the older twin.”

“Get out,” Amanda demanded.

  *

“Before we go to the club, how are we going to prove how many dicks we sucked?”

“Selfies. Take a selfie or have the guy take a pic.”

“So, sucking the same cock twice won’t count?”

“No. Part of the contest is finding dicks to suck.”

“That can’t be hard.”

“It doesn’t count if you’re sucking a limp dick.”

“Duh.”

“Does the guy have to cum?”

“I didn’t think about that.”

“Do we need to selfie cumshots? That requires good timing.”

“What do you think?”

“That begs the question do we have to swallow?”

“Of course we swallow. Chicks dig that so it shouldn’t be a problem for us to swallow now.”

“Not all chicks.”

“Cool chicks swallow.

“Sure, if we’re cool chicks I guess we’ll like it.”

“We’re cool.”

“That’s weird. I’m hoping I like swallowing cum.”

“Me, too.”

“So, we have to get pics of cumshots?”

“Your face, the dick, and some cum all have to be in the shot.”

“Yeah, or just a mouthful of cum before you swallow.”

“Cool. I love when chicks show it first. The pics will have timestamps so it would be hard to cheat.”

“Frankly, I prefer a face full of cum.”

“Yeah, but we wouldn’t know if that was one or more guys sucked.”

“I know. Next contest is who can hang the most cum on their face.”

“Agreed. Next time.”

“We’re here.”

“We’re doing this again?”

“We haven’t done it yet.”

“No, I mean you said next time. That means we would do it again.”

“We don’t have to decide that now.”

“We’re gonna swallow lots of cum and like it. Why wouldn’t we do it again?”

“True.”

“Twelve hours?”

“I thought we’re chicks for a month.”

“We are. But we aren’t sucking every dick we see for a month. The contest is just tonight.”

“Just tonight? So any photos after midnight don’t count?”

“After six o’clock.”

“Six o’clock. Done. On your mark.” Jo said. The two ladies turned sideways to the door, arms held out for balance, one knee bent toward the door.

“Set,” Beth said. She winked at a guy looking at the two of them.

“Go,” they said in unison. Jo dashed into the club.

Beth walked over to the guy. “Blow job?”

“Sure.” He grabbed her by the hand and pulled her into an alley. “This is for a contest.”

“Yeah. I need to take a photo.”

“Not a problem.” He unzipped and pulled out a nearly erect cock. “Get to it.”

  *

Jo didn’t know when she lost Beth. She knew exactly what she was looking for. She just hoped it wasn’t too early in the evening. She rushed around the perimeter of the club until she found a booth full of men. These were men who probably spent a lot of time in this very booth. They were cheering and slamming shot glasses down on the table. “Hey, guys,” she said in a high voice.

“Hey, you got any friends?”

“I don’t like to share,” she said with a smile.

“Sit on my lap.”

“Actually, I’d like to take a close look at all your laps. If you wouldn’t mind?” She ran her finger along her lower lip

The men all looked at one another. As one, they pulled their legs closer to the bottom of the booth. “Be our guest.”

She knelt down and crawled under the table.

  *

“Hey, can I get a copy of that pic?” The man said zipping up.

“Um, sure.” She got his number and texted the pic to him. As soon as she hit send she said, “Bye,” and left the alley. The taste in her mouth wasn’t top shelf but she hadn’t gagged on it. She had to be winning. She texted Beth. “1 down!”

She went into the club and saw two guys high-fiving. She stepped between them putting her hands on their asses, “Which of you guys wants a bathroom blowjob?”

“Both of us.”

“Yeah, both of us.”

“Follow me.”

She went into a stall and one after another the two guys were blown. As she finished the second one, she smiled at the line that had formed. “Next!” she said.

  *

Jo was on the seventh dick seated at the booth with only six seats. She was getting texts telling her Beth was up to five dicks. Amateur. She didn’t send replies to leave Beth stewing. The guys were swapping in and out of the booth. She figured she could stay here all night.

She did slow down a bit when one of the guys behind her start fingering her as she sucked his friend off. She was feeling horny and started wondering what a dick in a different hole would feel like. But, she stuck with the plan. She could get properly fucked tomorrow after she won the contest.

One of the guys above the table said, “Hey, did any of you hit the bathroom?”

“What’s in the bathroom?”

“There’s a chick who looks like our friend sucking guys there.”

“Fuck that. We go the smart one.”

“Smart one?”

“Who wants to smell a bathroom during a blow job?”

“True.”

“Never thought about that.”

“Even if it’s clean, it smells like disinfectant.”

“Thanks for the detailed analysis.”

“Yeah. And I bet you can’t finger that girl.”

“You’re fingering our girl?”

“Here, take my seat.”

“Fuck, you want real sex, girl?”

She pulled her mouth off the current guy’s shaft and her muffled voice was heard above the table, “I’m good.”

“Hey, don’t ask her that again till I’m finished.”

“I don’t give a fuck if you’re finished. We’re wasting this fine piece of ass just using her mouth.”

“Blowjobs only, boys,” she called from under the table.

“That’s negotiable, isn’t it?”

“No one’s paying me,” she said.

“No? If I give you five hundred will you spread your legs for me?”

The man she was sucking grabbed her head and held her her down. “Finish me first. Then you can answer Ricardo.”

“Let her go, Ruis. That’s no way to treat a lady you don’t know sucking your dick for free.”

“There’s etiquette for that?”

“Not yet,” said a third guy. “But he’s right. If you don’t know her and you didn’t pay her then you need to ask before you turn a blowjob into a facefuck.”

Two other guys agreed with the last guy.

Ruis was going to say something but that was when he finished in her mouth. A flash of light was seen from under the table. “Fu-u-uck,” he said. He looked down and saw her wiping cum from the edge of her lips. “I’m sorry I was overly aggressive, Luv.”

Jo crawled forward and poked her head above the table. “Let it be known I didn’t mind this time. But asking is the right thing to do.”

“You heard the lady.”

“So, what do you say girl? Five hundred? Six hundred?” Ricardo said.

She pulled herself into a seat. She picked up a random drink and took a swig. “Can you wait until six o’clock?”

“No. Now or never.”

“Never it is. Who’s next?”

“Wait, wait. Eight hundred.”

“Seven o’clock.”

A chorus of laughs filled the table.

“I’m next.”

“No, you aren’t. Fresh dicks only. I did you three dicks ago. There’s one seat I haven’t done,” she said. She pointed at a guy. “Yours.”

“No, thanks. I’m good.”

“You don’t want a blowjob.”

“Marietta would shove my balls into a food processor. I’m good. Do you need a drink?”

“A shot of vodka and water bottle would be cool. Marietta sounds like a downer.”

“I’m next, please.”

“You got it.” She crawled back under the table. She smacked his knee. “Unzip.”

“We’ll have that drink for you by the time Alejandro nuts.”

Alejandro moaned, “She’s nodding, I think.”

“Chica’s right about Marietta. When did she stop being fun?”

“When she got pregnant two years ago.”

“You made the right call. She wouldn’t bother with the food processor though. Bare hands.”

“That’s the Marietta I’ve met.”

  *

“Sorry, boys. I need a break,” Beth said as she got out of the stall.

“I was next?” A short guy said. “One more.”

“Sorry. Need to sit in a proper seat for a few minutes and down a drink.”

“What drink? I’ll meet you at the bar.”

“Surprise me. Buy a bottle of water to go with it.”

The man disappeared into the club as she was still straightening her dress in the mirror.

She sent another text indicating she was up to nine and saying she was headed to the bar. She was sipping a mojito between chugging some water when Jo sat down beside her. She had a water bottle in hand.

“How’s it going?”

“Blowjobs are like actual jobs.”

“Right, I know. How many you got?”

“I just sent you a text. Nine.”

“I haven’t counted.” Jo opened her photo gallery and started swiping pics. “One… four… eight, nine, ten.”

“Fuck, how are you ahead of me? I had a perfect location.”

“Bathroom?”

“Yes, how’d you know?”

“The guys in the booth I was under saw you. They stayed with me over the stink of the bathroom.”

“I must have gotten use to it. How does a booth hold ten guys?”

“They rotated in and out of the seats. They’re like friends that go way back. Very polite. Last guy even said, ‘I’m next, please.’”

“Here are those tramps!” A shrill woman’s voice called out. Three women got in the ladies’ faces.

“Get the fuck out of our club.”

“Your club? You own it.”

“No, but no one wants to hook up. They’re all hoping to get sucked off by you whores.”

“Sluts. We aren’t taking anyone’s money. Can you say the same thing?”

“What did you say?”

“Exactly what you just said, bitch.”

A large man stepped between the two groups of women. He looked at the woman who was in Beth’s face. “What’s going on, Alina?”

“These tramps are blowing every guy they see.”

“They are?”

“Yeah.”

“Jace. These two’s drinks are on the house the rest of the night.”

“Whatever you say, Boss.”

“What?”

“Anything else, Alina?”

“No.” She and her friends turned and stormed off.

“Thanks.”

“Whichever one of you was under the booth, no complaints. The other one, try to be a bit more discreet. I was a few minutes away from closing the bathroom.”

“I didn’t expect a line to form.”

“Whatever. You aren’t the first pair of venned bimbos to visit the club.” He walked away.

“Should we be insulted?”

“I don’t think so. He was very professional.”

“Bimbos?”

“Means a woman who likes fucking, doesn’t it?”

“I suppose that fits.”

“We weren’t really fucking.”

“Blowjobs are fucking.”

“No, there has to be vag.”

“So, anal isn’t fucking?”

“Oh, right. You’re right. Jobs are fucking.”

“And I enjoyed myself.”

“No arguments there.”

“Why do woman balk at giving head?”

“No idea.”

Jo finished her water. “I’m going to hit the bathroom. To use it.”

“I’m just finishing up my drink.”

As soon as Jo left, Beth downed her water and found the booth Jo had been at. “Ready for round 2?”

“Password,” one of the guy said.

“What?”

“When you left, you told us to ask for a password to make sure ‘Beth didn’t try to mooch my booth.’”

“Okay. I guess you know I’m Beth.”

“Wasn’t her dress red a few minutes ago?”

“This is the other chick, Moron.”

“Fuck. I forgot that,” Beth said. “You guys know we’re doing a contest and if she came back she wouldn’t be able to do anyone she’d already done? Contest requires fresh meat for each blowjob.”

“She did mention that.”

“She did.”

“If we let Beth under the table, we each get two blowjobs.”

“Two is better than one.”

“Usually.”

“Okay.”

“For fuck’s sake. Stop yapping and get under the fucking table, Beth.” Ruis said.

“Thank you.”

“Why’d you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Jo wanted us to delay Beth as much as possible.”

“She what?”

“Why should we care about delaying Beth? I’d rather Beth gets to sucking our dicks faster,” Ruis said.

“No loyalty, Ruis.”

“It’s not our contest.”

“Thanks, Ruis.”

“More sucking, less talking.” Ruis said.

“Don’t grab her head.”

“I didn’t touch her.”

  *

Jo found a different table on the other side of the club. There were a pair of women at the table but the other six people were men.

“Hey, you want….”

“It’s one the blow job chicks.”

“Cool. Get under the table and do you’re thing.”

“That was easy.”

“Really, girl? You’re going to suck these guys off? They don’t deserve it.”

“Maybe she’ll eat you out if you’re nice,” said the other woman.

As she finished up the first guy, she noticed one of the women in the booth had their skirt flipped up and were stroking the cock sticking out from under it. Jo tapped her knee and the woman said, “Do your thing, girl.” With a shrug, she sucked her twelfth cock.

  *

Beth and Jo stumbled into a diner just after six and sat themselves at a booth in the back. Their hair was a mess and clung to itself in suspicious ways. Their eyes were bloodshot. Their makeup was smeared all over, except for the tattooed eyeliner.

The waitress came over holding a pot of coffee and nearly shrieked. “Were you two raped? Do you need an ambulance or a police officer?”

“No, no. Black coffee.”

“This is self-inflicted. And I’ll have a coffee with sugar.”

“If you say so, but you might want to learn to party a bit less.”

“Sure.”

“How’d you do?”

“Never thought I’d say this, but I don’t need to see another dick for the rest of my life. Mine included” Beth said.

Jo nodded.

Two cups of coffee were delivered and they each took a drink.

“That might have been a mistake.” Beth said, putting a hand on her stomach.

“I think I’m alright,” Jo said. “But yeah, my stomach is a bit…”

“Sloshy.”

“Yeah.”

They sat in silence sipping their coffees.

“Midnight.”

“Yes. Midnight. We should have ended the contest at midnight.”

“You didn’t want to stop because you were losing.”

“Yeah, yeah. Swap phones so we can check each other’s photos.”

They were swiping photos when Jo said, “You did Ruis?”

“Why is it the assholes are the most hung.”

“No idea.”

“And why’d you tell those guys to delay me?”

“I didn’t think it would work for long.”

“If Ruis wasn’t an ass, the other guys would have strung me along for several minutes.”

The waitress swung by and said, “Anything else?”

“No. Just the check.”

The waitress pulled out her pad, scribbled a few numbers on it, and circled the final total. She ripped the page out of the pad and put it face down on the table. She picked up some empty sugar packets and walked away.

Beth reached for the check when a hand reached down and slid it off the table.

Renaldo stood at the table with Alejandro. “Three hundred for both of you?”

“Phone,” Jo said, holding her palm out. He handed her his phone. She entered contact information. Then she hit dial. Beth’s phone rang. “Put Renaldo’s name on the contact. She’ll text you an address later. You two will pick us up. Take us to a nice restaurant. And we’ll see where things go from there.”

“Don’t forget flowers,” Beth called out to them as they left.

“A date?”

“A double date. Last night was last night. Tonight is tonight.”

“Okay, ladies.”

“See you girls tonight.” They left.

“Dibs on Alejandro,” Jo said.

“Why?”

Jo opened her phone, tapped twice and started swiping. “This one is Alejandro.”

“Which one is Renaldo?”

Jo swiped a few times. “It’s not my fault you didn’t get to know the guys at the booth.”

“Renaldo isn’t disappointing if you don’t compare it to Alejandro’s.”

“We’ll need more clothes.”

“And showers.”

“And sleep.”

“Not in that order.”

“You had twenty-seven pictures.”

“So did you.”

“A tie?”

“You want to do a tie breaker?”

“I forget. What was the bet? What’s the prize?”

“Bragging rights.”

“Don’t need a tiebreaker for that.”

They sat in silence.

“We both won.”

“That’s not how ties work.”

Jo smiled. “No, we both won because the reward was the dicks we met along the way.”

They laughed.

Bonus Material

“Your phone’s ringing, Beth.”

Beth looked at her phone. “I don’t know the number. Wait, it says it’s in my contacts but there’s no name. Hello?

“Who?

“Oh, alley guy. Why are you calling?

“Yes, we both got home safe this morning.

“You won’t believe it. It was a tie.”

Jo mouthed the word, “Who?”

Beth picked up headphones and paired them. “Seriously. Twenty-seven.” She then swiped through her photo gallery. “No, probably not a world record.” She turned the phone so Jo could see it and mouthed, “This guy.

“What was that?

“Sorry. My friend and I have dates tonight.

“Yes, we met them at the club last night.

“Yes, some other time. Thanks for checking up on us.

“Take care.”

“He sounded nice,” Jo said.

“You never forget your first.”

AVN Madness

I started writing an AVN. By which, I mean, I've put Ren'Py code (link for the curious and unknowing), a whole 11 KB of code, into an editor for characters of my creation and stole some artwork from deviantArt to serve as placeholder for actual art. The game is currently named The Hauntings.

The funny thing is when I mentioned AVNs here the first time, I thought an adaptation of Jane's and Emily's stories from Ted's Dolls would be appropriate for an AVN. But, the one I've started coding is completely unrelated to Ted.

It will not have any transformations in it. But there is sex and a bit of possession-based mind control. Otherwise it will probably "pass" as a mainstream AVN. The hook is a haunted house where 8 college students live off campus. Three of the students sleep in bedrooms where tragic deaths occurred and the ghosts of those poor women haunt the students there. And when I say haunt, I mean possess. And the main character of the AVN happens to sleep where their ghosts' Master slept. The MC will benefit from the ghosts mistaking him for their Master.

My plan is for the game to be small. Maybe 15-18 characters and an equal number of "rooms". As such, I hope I can code all the dialogue and game parts fully before seeing if I want to partner or hire for artwork.

Madness. Now I need to get my forgotten Python skills back up to snuff. I don't plan to mention this again until (or if) I'm ready to find an artwork partner.

Talk: A tale of two (or three) stories and one vent

Chatty mood. I wrote a story, a scene really, of about 600 words about six months ago. It was written around the time Unboxing Day was written and at the time I was happy with those short, short stories. Show and Tell, the title, was even listed in the Coming Soon part of the global index for a little while. I recalled it from the index three or four months ago. Two days ago, it grew to 4k+ words. I'm really happy I didn't give up on it. I'll probably be released in August given the length of the queue. This assumes I finish it by then. EDIT: A recent look at it again and I discovered it needs a little more. It's over 5k words now. And I still think it doesn't stick the landing.

Writing that took place between the first and second drafts of I'm With The Band, Part 4. Also coming in August, Ravenna's three years of childbirth will finally come to an end. Poor woman. While immersing myself in the IWTB universe I thought I'd create a revised version. Parts 1 through 3 plus the Megan Becomes Drums interlude is 34K words. I've made minor changes to them to solve some timing issues, more about that below, and repartitioned them in eight approximately 4k chapters. The "4th part" adds three more chapters. I'll probably collect this chaptered version of the story into a book eventually.

Timing. IWTB runs three years before the birth of Ravenna's child. Part 4 adds another 16 months. Ravenna spends over two years venned. Part 4 is all about finishing their second album and Ravenna coming to terms with who she is. More interesting to me is Steph who's become enby. Steph has remained venned and in a polycule relationship for over three years. I hope the revision highlights that more.

The story will always be Ravenna's story. But I like how important to the story of Steph became. Originally, the story was going involve Scott and Steph leaving the band like Stig. But, that stopped being the story I wanted to tell once Ravenna got pregnant. EDIT: Part 4 is 12k words at the moment. I can't decide if I need to move bits of it to Part 5. (There's room for a part 5.) Or if I need a bit more to get to a good stopping point. (Stats: Parts 1 & 3 are about 9600 words each. Part 2 is 14k words.)

EDIT: I started this post a few weeks or so ago and kind of forgot about it. The EDITs are all added "now". Since starting this post, Show and Tell has gotten longer and I've started another story with a similar theme: Lost Time. It's a theme I've thought about a lot more than I've written. (One of the novel-length stories I will finish someday is of the same theme. So perhaps I notice it more than the reader.) Other lost time stories of mine: Slow Writing, Hold That Pose. The Transformation Inspector Two and Three, The Asters part 3 - Diane Isn't Here (kind of), as well as 5-6 unpublished stories I won't list here. I'm not including stories like Boop in this list. The inanimate passage of long periods of time by those dolls/mannequins was desired.

Where was I? Newer story. I usually jot down the premise and a short outline when I get a story idea that I think has legs. I try to do this before writing anything else because too many times I've found 300 words of a story in a file whose name I barely remember that didn't get to the important part and I wonder where it was going. This one is interesting because, the outline is over 600 words. And I still don't know how it will end. I've got a 12 day vacation in which to think about it. (I just turned off my office computer!!) I'll probably post one more commentary post before leaving.

Venting:

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See that? Three asterisks. If I paste a story into Patreon, it turns into this:

• *

Even if I use 20 asterisks, it ends up as a bullet list item with 1 asterisk. Highly annoying. I can't decide if I should replace them with something like << >> or just a blank line:

blah blah

* * *

blah blah

or

blah blah

<< << >> >>

blah blah

or

blah blah

 

blah blah

No idea which is "better."

The Truth - Chapter 16

Tracy, Irina, and Sarah teleported into the Jon's living room at around 7 o'clock. “Sandra?” Tracy called. “Let's check the bedroom. Maybe they're still asleep.”

In the bedroom, the three women found Sandra and Sarah Number 2 naked, sleeping in Jon's bed. “Should this slave restore Master to his own body?” Sarah asked.

“We should wake them up first,” Irina said. “Sandra?” She shook Sandra's shoulder while Tracy did the same with Sarah Number 2.

Sandra rolled over and mumbled a few words before opening her eyes. “Is it morning already?”

“'Fraid so,” Irina said.

There was a flurry of motion from the other side of the bed as Sarah Number 2 quickly got out of bed and ran to Sandra's side of the bed. “Do you want breakfast Mistress?”

“No, the charade is over. I guess,” Sandra said with melancholy. “I figured out how to turn him back. He's still Jon and the effects work on him. Thus, Slave, say these words, “I become myself I. Yes”.

Sarah Number 2 repeated the phrase and transformed into Jon. “What!?” He exclaimed looking around the room. “Fucked that up I guess.”

“I enjoyed it,” Sandra said. “You were pretty out of it when we returned to the apartment last night. How much do you really remember?”

“After I got you a glass of water I remember feeling a little dizzy. Then we woke up here where I distinctly remember feeling bad about not waking before my Mistress. I became Sarah somehow?”

“Do you remember sneaking into our apartment looking like Sandra?” Irina asked.

“Well, yes, and I got fucked in strange ways, too.”

“And then you permitted the magic vibrator to work on you.”

“Wow, that thing is more powerful than I thought.”

Sandra jumped in, “Yes, remember that the next time you use it.”

“Your cries of 'Oh, Yes.' were interpreted by your poorly worded spell as permission to be gagged, spread and to become someone.” Irina said.

“Who's idea was that?” Jon asked.

“Sandra's, obviously,” Tracy said.

Jon gave her a mischievous grin as if he were planning his revenge.

Sandra held up her hand. “I swear. Anything I did to you last night was minor in comparison to all that you've put me through. Besides you have a lottery ticket to cash in and a mannequin to pick up.”

Jon looked at the clock. “Harem and I cleaned up Harem and I. Harem dressed for work Harem.” Suddenly everyone felt freshly washed and properly dressed. “You are right. Tracy and Irina, you'll go to work as usual, today, if you wish.”

“Okay,” they agreed.

Sandra looked at her clothes, “I'm going to work?” She was wearing one of her business casual outfits.

“Yes, we don't have anything to do today but pick up a lottery check. Tender you resignation or don't. It's up to you if you want to keep working.”

Sarah was also dressed in a flattering business suit. Not quite as prim and proper as the ones in her old apartment. “Is 'Sarah' going to work, too?” Everyone could hear the quotation marks around her name as she said it.

“No, my dear.” Jon replied. “Today, while they are all working, we are going to tie up the loose ends of your former life. Now, did anyone eat breakfast?”

“Not yet.”

“I'll whip something up. Will everyone else be able to get to work on time if I do?”

“Easily,” Tracy said. “Especially if you teleport us.”

“That's not very subtle,” Sandra said. “Teleporting between apartments is one thing. Suddenly appearing at your jobs is another.”

“Exactly,” Jon said. “You've been paying attention.” Jon lead the group into the living room and said. “Apartment, breakfast for 5, Apartment.” Five chairs appeared around the dining table with different plates of food.

“I want the blueberry pancakes,” Irina said sitting at that seat.

The seat next to hers had a bagel with egg whites on it, “Wow, that's exactly what I wanted,” Tracy said, sitting next Irina.

“Yes, there's a plate for each of us with whatever we wanted to eat,” Jon said.

“You added the apartment to your harem?” Sandra joked.

“Not exactly. I just figured there were things I needed to do in the apartment everyday: cooking, cleaning, laundry, that this would make things easier.”

“We need that for our apartment,” Tracy joked.

After they finished eating, Jon teleported Irina, Tracy and Sandra to their respective apartments and left them to get themselves to work. “Apartment clear the dishes apartment.” The dining area was once again spotless. “Now, Sarah. I also have need of your CPA since I just won around $870,000 in the lottery. But before we take care of that I want try something. Sit down.”

“This slave is always ready, Master,” she said, sitting on a dining chair facing Jon.

“Good.” Jon smiled. “Sarah become Sarah McNell Sarah.”

Sarah's eyes grew wide as saucers. She looked deeply into Jon's eyes and blinked. Before he could react she threw her arms around his neck and planted a passionate kiss on lips. After a moment she opened her eyes and smiled. “Thank you,” she whispered.

“What?” Jon stuttered. “What exactly are you thanking me for?”

“For enslaving me,” she looked down. “It feels so weird to know you own me and yet I do not feel like a slave at the moment. Will I be punished?”

“No,” he replied, taking her arms from his shoulders. “I need you to be your old self so you can quit your job, end your lease, and set up some tax shelters for my lottery winnings.”

“Is that all?” she laughed. Jon stared at her and she got uncomfortable. “What?”

“That's the difference. As soon as you became yourself, knowing you are enslaved you were bursting with self-confidence that the Sarah McNell I met Sunday did not possess. A hit of that just resurfaced as I looked at you uncomfortably. So what changed?”

“I'm owned.” She giggled. “The old me was searching for an owner. Having one completes her.”

“So what happens when I turn you back into yourself? Won't you will lose that self-confidence and become 'this slave'?”

“But that is the source of my confidence,” she explained. “Knowing you can retake control at anytime means I can be sure you won't let me fall. This is the facade I show the world. The slave is the real me safe in your possession.”

“Interesting.” He looked at a clock. “Go to work and resign and then meet me at your apartment around noon. I'm going to prepare some packing spells so we can carton up your things. Not sure where I'll put them but something will come to me.”

“You should call the lottery commission and arrange a time to arrive to pick your cashier checks,” she said. “Do you want me to open you an account with a financial planning company? I know a few brokers who will treat you well. I plan to tell my boss I taking a job working for someone who recently came into a lot of money. He'll understand why I can't give two weeks notice.”

“That all sounds good. I'll teleport you to work.”

“How?”

“There's an elevator there, right? What floor do you work on?” He went to the desk and got out the pen.

“Fourth floor.”

He spoke aloud what he wrote. “The next time an elevator car in the building Sarah works in closes with no one in it, the car will ignore all outstanding calls and travel to the fourth floor. As the door is about to open Sarah is teleported to the center of that elevator car.”

“Clever,” she admitted. “So I could disappear at....” She finished that sentence in the elevator at work. The bell indicating the car had arrived at the designated floor chimed and she stepped out. Mary sat the receptionist desk as usual. “Morning, Mary.”

“Hi, Sarah, is that outfit new? I like it.” Mary replied.

“Thanks,” she replied. “Can you hand me a bankers box? I'm quitting.”

“No,” Mary was shocked as she reached under her desk and handed the box to Sarah.

“Yeah, I got great offer. Keep it mum until I tell Robert.”

“I will.”

Sarah dropped the box on her desk and went straight to Robert's office.

“What's this I hear about you quitting?” Robert inquired as she entered. Robert was in his mid-fifties. He kept himself in good shape and had recently quit smoking. Sarah thought of him as something of a father figure.

“Good old Mary,” Sarah replied. “Yep. I'm going to be working for someone who recently came into a small fortune and expect to make enough to go back to school and finish my law degree.”

“The world doesn't need another dumb lawyer, Sarah.” Robert gruffly said and then softened. “But you'll be a great lawyer, won't you?”

“I hope so.”

“Don't hope so, know so,” Robert said.

“I will,” Sarah replied realizing how much she would miss her first good boss. “I'm thinking of opening an account for my client with Marsha Wilcox at Trumble & Ellis. What do you think?”

“Is your client young and will want to follow an aggressive investment strategy.”

“Absolutely.”

“Then it's perfect. Didn't you go to school with Marsha?”

“I did but that was secondary to her firm's aggressive reputation.”

“Then it sounds like you are all set. I'll get the ball rolling in HR and have you out of here by noon.”

“I knew you'd understand. I'll go pack my desk.”

* * *

Jon was alone once again as Sarah disappeared. He started preparing spells for the boutique he figured he would own soon when he heard a cell phone ringing. It was not his ringtone so he looked around and found the phone. He guessed it was Debra's phone. The caller id said work was calling. He answered the phone, “Debra's phone.”

“Is this Jon?” The caller asked.

“Dorothy?”

“Yes, you did not leave a card and I hoped Debra left her phone with you.”

“How convenient.” Jon admitted. “What can I do for you?”

“My business partner can't wait to talk to you about your proposal and is wondering if you could come by today rather than tomorrow.”

“Let me check,” he said putting the phone on mute. He quickly used an information spell to find out about her business partner. “We can stop by around 7pm tonight, I guess. Will that work for you and Ms York?” Jon could almost hear the look of surprise when he mentioned Ms York by name.

She recovered her composure quickly, “That will do fine. See you tonight.”

“Good day, Dorothy.”

* * *

Sarah entered her old apartment building carrying a bankers box with her knickknacks from her desk where she use to work. She walked up the stairs to the second story and saw that her apartment door was wide open. She walked in and put the box down on the kitchenette countertop.

“Close the door and come into the bedroom,” Jon called from the bedroom. Jon was sitting on the bed. When she entered he patted the bed next to him, indicating she should sit down.

As she sat down, he hand reached up to her chin and tilted her head back. She was about to speak when his pressed his finger against her lips and shook his head. He took his finger and brushed her hair back as he leaned in and kissed her full on the lips. She closed her eyes and kissed him back.

He started unbuttoning her blouse as they continued kissing. He placed her hand on the bottom edge of his shirt and she immediately started pulling it up his torso. He fingered the straps of her bra. He reached to the center and popped it open with out taking it off. He rubbed her nipples through the lacy bra top before pulling the bra down her arms. She pulled her arms back to make this easier.

He pushed her back onto the bed his chest pressed firmly against hers as they continued to kiss and caress one another. She reached down and fumbled with the zipper on his slacks. He unzipped the side zipper of her skirt. Within a few minutes of writhing and kissing and caressing they were both wearing nothing but underwear. He ran his hand down her stomach and into her panties where he pushed a finger into her warm and wet pussy.

Her eyes snapped open as she realized she was wet. She was not experiencing the magic pussy she had been experiencing the past few days. She reached down and found his erection tenting his underwear. He was still apparently magical, she thought as she reached into his shorts and wrapped her hand around his shaft.

They removed each other's undergarments and soon his cock was pressing at the gates of heaven. He worked his way slowly through her sugar walls allowing them to moisten naturally. Once she was wet he fucked her with abandon. After she orgasmed once, he did what he could to get her to orgasm again before having his own orgasm.

They lay entwined within one another for a while. He looked at her and saw she would not look back at him. He raised her face to his and saw tears welling in her eyes. “What's wrong?”

“Absolutely nothing,” she said as the tears finally formed. “I don't deserve you.”

“What?” he exclaimed sitting up. “Don't deserve me? I'm controlling, I lock you in a tiny cage at night, I'm fucking other women right in front of you, and I'm about to make you pack away all your worldly goods when we both know you'll never really see them again. And I'm a catch.”

She laughed and he smiled and she gave him a love tap on the face, “You know what I mean.”

“No, I actually don't,” he said. “You want someone to dominate you and yet when I make love to you with none of the trappings of domination you cry and say you aren't worthy? I'm having trouble following that.”

She sighed and kissed him. “The fact that you can be both my owner and apparently my lover is more than a sex slave can ask for.”

“A sex slave can't ask for anything,” he corrected.

“Exactly.” she nodded. “And without asking this slave has gotten both. And you have to admit you have a lot of upsides that counterbalance you fucking other women and throwing out my crappy books and cds.”

“Oh, yeah,” he looked around. “That's why we came back here.”

“I'm surprised the apartment is untouched after you left the door wide open when we left.”

“Oh, when you were staring at the corner I made a spell that made it so people would not notice the door was left open. I had already been planning to have Sandra wake up in your bed. Besides I couldn't just leave all your possessions for the vultures to pick apart. That's probably out of bounds even for a master slave relationship.”

He stood up and opened her closet door. “I want you to tell me where everything goes. You have four choices: Garbage, Donate, Storage, and Keep. Keep that Keep pile small as that stuff has to find a home in my apartment. I'll start with your clothes and say they are all Donate since I'll probably end up dressing you magically every morning.”

“If I miss any of my devilish school marm garb, I'm sure you can whip something up for me. But grab my seven-inch ballerina heels.”

“Donate non-bondage/fetish clothes, shoes and accessories in this closet Donate,” Jon said and the wardrobe in the closet disappeared. Two shoe boxes remained along with some bondage equipment hanging from a belt hanger. “What's this?” He asked holding up a long piece of leather with a lot of straps and buckles.

“An arm binder,” she answered. She put her arms behind her back with her elbow touching. “You hold your arms like this and slide the sleeve up around both arms. The straps at the end go around the shoulders so it can't slide off. The best arm binders are custom built to fit exactly.”

“Sandra would have looked much cooler walking down the street with one of these on over her zentai suit.” Jon noted. “Did you ever put this on?”

“A few times,” she said wistfully. “But he was too into pain than was healthy for me.”

“Sorry,” Jon said. “Do you want to put it on?”

“Maybe on the way out,” Sarah answered mischievously.

He laughed. “Okay, this dresser has makeup...”

“Trash”

“Jewelry...”

“I'll separate out a couple things but most of it can be donated.” She got up and started doing this.

“Books and videos...”

“Mostly storage, I guess.” She looked at the shelf. “If I go through it I guess a lot of it can be donated. Can't imagine us sitting around watching The Princess Bride.”

“And I have a copy if we were going to.”

“You do?”

“Where do you think I get my sensitive side from?”

She just nodded. “Okay, these three items are keepers, the rest of the jewelry can go.”

They walked out into the living room. “Pots and pans and whatnot?” He asked.

“I don't think I'll need any of that stuff ever again. Open the cabinet doors in case I'm forgetting about a gold-plated memento.” He opened each door in succession and she said, “I guess not. Donate it all.”

“Donate housewares donate.” Jon pointed at a box on her kitchen table. “Put the jewelry and any books and videos you are keeping in that box. If it doesn't fix, I'm make it fit.”

A few minutes later she had a few more things in the box.

He added the bondage gear and shoes. “Okay, Keep this box and the office box keep.” He said and the boxes disappeared.

“Where'd it go?”

“To the apartment. We'll figure out where to store it there or display it there when we leave. Any sentimental attachment to the furniture? A light fixture?”

“No, I don't think so. It will be weird not owning a bed anymore.”

“You won't own anything anymore. You'll just be my property.”

She obviously squeezed her legs together as she suppressed a squeal.

“Did that make you a little wet?”

She nodded. “Donate it all.”

“Donate furniture donate.” As he said it, his voice echoed in the emptiness of the apartment. “Okay, one last look around.” They walked into the bedroom. It was empty except for their clothes strewn about the floor. He held up a set of keys. “Let's get dressed so you can hand these to your super and get your deposit back.

As she was putting on her shoe a voice called from the door, “Miss McNell?”

“Oh, Mr. Jimenez, is that you?”

“Yes,” he walked into the bedroom. “I see you are already moved out. Excellent. You always were a prompt tenant. Let me just go back to my place and write you a check for your full deposit. Do you need a reference?”

“Oh, thank you but no thank you, I already have a place lined up.” She handed him the keys.

He turned and led them to his room on the first floor. She stopped at the door but just reached back and closed the door without looking one last time. Jon would have laughed but he was trying to keep up with the super's story about a prior tenant.

Soon they were on the street in front of what was once her apartment building. “Where to now?” she asked.

“You need to help set up my finances so we can go pick up my lottery check in about an hour.”

“That easy enough. Let's go open a joint checking account.”

“Joint account?”

“If anything happened to you, it's best if someone else can move your money without needing your help. So we may as well open the account together rather then having to set up a power of attorney relationship later.” She explained. “It's not like I can run off with your money.”

“I suppose not.”

CAP - Streetside Magic

Transcript:

Man 1: "Miss?"

Woman: "Yes?"

Man 1: "Stop."

Man 2: "Woah, Dude. She just froze in place."

Man 1: "Stand on one foot and pucker your lips."

Man 2: "That's crazy, Dude. She's like a puppet."

Man 1: "Yah, she'll do anything I say. It's never failed."

Man 2: "And you can do this to anyone?"

Man 1: "Pretty much. Let's go. We don't want to be late."

Woman: "..."

Man 2: "Are you just going to leave her there?"

Man 1: "You'd rather I take her with us?"

Man 2: "Of course not, but..."

Man 1: "She'll eventually tire and put her foot down. That should snap her out of it. Might take an hour or two."

Man 2: "Lucky for her this is a nice neighborhood."

Man 1: "Sure. C'mon."

Woman: "..."

Trust Machines - Dude Gals

“Is ladies night this Friday or next week?” Patrick said.

“This week,” Terry said.

The two of them shared an apartment with two other men in a decent part of the city. Terry was a tall man of color with the physique of an American football linemen. He was also a complete geek when it came to science fiction. He could bore you to death with Star Wars and Star Trek trivia with equal aplomb.

Patrick looked like he should be the nerd. He was blond with an undercut and a shock of longish hair on top. He was not quite as tall as Terry and wore thick, horn-rimmed glasses. He did not know the difference between Star Wars and Star Trek. “Cool,” he said. “I’ve had no luck this month.”

“You think we should have ladies night more than once a month?”

“I don’t know. Ladies night reminds me how hard it is to date these days as it is.”

The door to the apartment opened as Oscar let himself in. He was a dark haired man with a thick mustache. A hint of his Dominican origin could be heard in his accent when he spoke, “Hey guys, what’s up?”

“Patrick is lamenting striking out all month.”

“You need to lose those glasses. They make you look like a nerd.”

“Some girls like nerds,” Terry said.

“That’s the problem, amigo. You make them think you’re a nerd and then you open your mouth and sound like an accountant.”

“Accountants can be nerds.”

“You aren’t a nerd. Own that seventies rock and roll devotion you have and find a girl who will enjoy that noise you call music with you.”

“Go easy on him, Oscar.”

“Where’s Allan? Isn’t it his turn to cook, tonight?” Terry said.

“He said he’d be late but would arrive with food.”

Allan arrived about an hour later with take out from their favorite Portuguese place. Allan was a dark-haired man with the bluest eyes. “Sorry, I’m late. There was a line out the store when I arrived. Was there a run on pulled-pork futures?” He set down all but one of the bags he was carrying.

“You didn’t order ahead?”

“I did. But I saw this and I had to get it for Paula.” He pulled a garment out of the bag that he was still holding. It was an a-line, scooped neck, blue satin dress with lace trim and knee length skirt. He held it up to his body and while the color did make his eyes pop, it really wouldn’t look good on his frame. “What d’ya think?”

“It’s you,” Oscar said, returning from his room.

“It is not you.”

“I can see Paula wearing it.”

“I want to see Paula do a little spin in that pleated skirt.”

“Paula is going to be overdressed again for ladies night, isn’t she?”

“She has blue leather pumps that will go with it perfectly,” Allan said. “That’s why I got it.” He left the room to put it on a hanger and far away from the barbecue pork dinner.

“Does anyone else have women’s clothes in their room?” Oscar said.

The other two just shook their heads.

  *

Friday night, the four men arrived at the mall around seven. The first time they did this half a year ago, it took nearly four hours to get it right. But now, since their history was available, it only took a few minutes to use the Venn machines. Oscar and Allan went first. Oscar set the machine to 16 hours and they entered the machine. A few minutes later, Rita and Paula walked out of the machine. They use to spend a lot of time trying to get their hair and makeup right and a different dress than the last time. Rita had had Allan dress in her black jeans, a green crop top, and flats and to make her hair long, black, straight, and braided into a pony tail.

Rita stepped out of the machine and stood next to Terry. Her eyes were level with his diaphragm. “I love feeling so tiny. You should try being tiny like this, Terry.”

“Femme Teri is shorter than me. Just not that small. Is your ass bigger than last week?”

“Gotta have a good bumper to bump with.”

Paula stepped out of the other side wearing a gray jogging outfit. “You’re wearing that?” Patrick said.

“My dress is back in my room. I need to go back there for makeup anyway.”

“You take this way too seriously, Allan.”

“Paula. When I look like this, I’m Paula.”

“Why Paula? Why not Alana or Elaine?”

“Allan’s father is named Allan. And he has two cousins named Allan. Growing up, everyone called him Paul. So, I react when someone says Paula far better than I would if someone were calling out Elaine. It’s not like Oscar to Rita makes sense.”

“I like the name Rita. And there aren’t a lot of women’s names similar to Oscar.”

“Cara?”

“Scar… Let?”

“Meh.”

Patrick shrugged and got in the machine, also set to sixteen hours. He and Terry took a little longer because they wanted to be fully dressed from the machine. And while they both gave Allan a hard time about it, they liked the dress up as part of these evenings as much as he did.

A woman walked out of a store nearby and called out, “Hey, it’s the dude gals.”

“Hi, Amanda.”

“Where’s Trish and Teri?”

“Still in the machine.”

“They should just buy clothes. You look like you’re going to change into something else,” she said to Paula.

“Oh, it’s too bad you won’t see it. It’s a cute blue cocktail dress I saw on sixty-eighth street.”

The venn machine cycled and Teri stepped out first. She was more athletic than the huge man who had entered the machine. Trish was still blond, long and full now, and didn’t wear glasses. Whenever Trish used the venn machine, she never needed glasses afterward. They were both fully made up and dressed for the evening.

“Hey, Amanda,” Trish said as she joined the others. “Did I hear Paula gushing about her new dress?”

“Shut up.”

“I thought that was against the rules,” Amanda said.

“She’s right, Trish. What happens in Femmeville, stays in Femmeville,” Teri said.

“Okay,” Amanda said. “I’ve got to go back inside. I see a couple guys who might want to be venned. Happy hunting, ladies.”

“Take care.”

A few hours later the four women were being passed through into the cocktail bar. Their usual booth was open. As soon as they sat down, a waiter was standing at the edge of the table. “Ladies, I thought this might be your Friday night out.”

“Lars, you know how to treat a woman right,” Trish said.

“I’m sure Timothy will be thrilled to hear his husband knows how to treat a woman right,” he said. “Should I get you a round of your usual?”

“Sounds good.”

“Yes, please.”

“How do you do that?” Rita said. “My flirting is non-existent like this.”

“You need to let yourself be a woman. Or stop going out with us. You’re thinking of yourself as Oscar right now, I bet.”

“It just doesn’t come naturally for me. But the sex is too good to ignore,” she said. “In fact, I think I know who I’m bagging tonight.”

“You sound like a guy,” Paula said. She scooted out of the booth. “Go, go. You may as well do what we set out to do.”

Rita left the other ladies and interrupted a conversation two men were having. Ten minutes later, the two men we escorting her out of the bar.

“Yeah, she doesn’t know how to flirt.”

“She really doesn’t. I’m sure she just told those guys, ‘let’s go fuck,’ and being guys they agreed to it.”

Teri put down her empty drink. “Well, if the three of us hotties sit here, guys will be too intimidated to approach us. I’ll be at the bar enjoying a few free drinks.”

“Go get ‘em, Tiger,” Paula said.

“Hi, Mom,” Trish said into her phone. Paula couldn’t hear the other half of the conversation.

“Of course you have a daughter. It’s Trish. Patricia.

“Yes, Mom, I used the venn machine.

“Yes, just like last month.

“The four of us like to dress up and go out like this each month.

“Tell Billy’s wife I enjoyed getting the makeup kit she sent for my birthday.

“No, Mom, I don’t plan to wear white at my wedding.

“MOM! Yes, yes, you’re right. Receiving is often better than giving.

“Dad agrees?

“I don’t need to know this.

“I don’t… Mom… I gotta go, Mom. Bye.”

Paula was laughing so hard she was crying.

“You shut up.”

“Why do you call her every time we go out when you know she’s going to do that to you?”

Trish just glowered at Paula.

“I’ve got to go to the restroom. I’m sure my mascara’s running.”

“A bit.”

After she was done in the bathroom, Paula stepped out the door into the surprised arms of a man headed to the door next to the women’s room door.

“Oh, excuse me,” he said.

“No, it’s my fault. I should have looked before entering the passing lane.”

He laughed. “I’d love to trade traffic metaphors with you. But I do need to get into that room.”

“Don’t let me be a roadblock.”

“I’ll buy you a drink when I’m done. I’m Henry,” he said, holding out his hand.

“Paula.”

“See you soon, Paula.”

When she returned to the bar area, she saw a man sitting in her seat telling a joke that wasn’t going to land but she could tell Trish was planning to laugh at it. Looking around, she couldn’t find Teri, either. Turning around, once again she almost knocked into Henry.

“You are dangerous.”

“Sorry, sorry.”

“I think we take a detour. That dress you’re wearing is made for dancing. There’s a small dance floor over there.”

“I’d love to dance.”

Paula wasn’t sure if she was a good dancer or not. But, she saw how Henry’s eye were locked onto her as they danced. After a few songs, they went to the bar and he ordered drinks for them.

“I haven’t seen you here before, Henry.”

“I don’t go out very often. I could say the same about you.”

“True. My friends and I only come here once a month at most.”

“You mention these friends, but even the woman in the booth doesn’t seem to be here any more.”

“Yeah, I guess they all met someone.”

“You met someone.”

“I did, didn’t I?”

  *

Rita was bent over at the waist with Bruno doing her vag and Mac’s cock in her mouth. Or was Bruno’s cock in her mouth and Mac behind her. She couldn’t quite remember which guy was which. Didn’t care either.

There were three hands on her boobs and the guys seemed to be discussing it. “Left hands on boobs, right hands roam,” said the one above her head.

“Works for me.”

She pushed the guy in front of her backward and said, “My pony tail would probably be a good place for a hand.”

He wrapped the hair around his fist and gave it a firm pull. Paula’s head was his to control.

“I think we have a keeper, Bruno,” said the one behind her, presumably Mac if she remembered the names completely.

Bruno pushed his cock deeper into her more accessible throat. She felt his balls slap against his chin. “I think we do. She didn’t remember our names, though, Mac.”

“Don’t make her feel bad,” Mac said as his balls slapped against her thighs. “She has a lot going on at the moment.”

She wanted to defend her good name but that wasn’t an option as then men had both taken a step closer to one another. She thought they were keepers, too.

  *

“Have you seen Paula?” Teri said.

“No,” Trish said.

“She left,” Lars said. “Hunk of a guy, too. I might have to see if I can add him to my cheat list.”

“You actually have a cheat list?”

“If Timothy says I can add him, I’ll have a cheat list.”

Lars cleared the glasses from the table and left.

“You want to head home?” Trish said with her hand on Teri’s thigh.

“I’m so glad Rita and Paula found people to go home with.” She said placing her hand on Trish’s hand. “The strap-on I ordered arrived on Wednesday.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

The two of them strode out of the bar hand-in-hand.

  *

“This is a nice place,” Paula said.

“It’s rent controlled. I’d never be able to afford it otherwise. This is the living room. The home office is the first room down that corridor. And the bedroom and bathroom are at the end of the corridor. The kitchen is behind us. Can I get you a drink?”

“I’m good,” Paula said, sitting down on the sofa.

Henry sat down next to her and there was an awkward break in the conversation.

They both spoke at once and laughed. They apologized at once and laughed, again. “You’re my guest. You go first,” he said.

“But, you just went,” she said with a smile. She moved her face closer to his. “I was going to say something pleasant but meaningless about your decor.”

He moved closer to her, “How superficial.”

“Instead,” she said and their lips met. Their hands were all over each other. His hand slid up her thigh. Her hand unbuttoned his pants. He was going to pull her hem up when she broke the kiss.

“Wait,” she said standing up.

“What?”

“I just bought this dress yesterday.”

“How about you take it off for me?”

She smiled and began to sway and strut about as she removed her shoes. Her dress unzipped in back and she removed her arms one at a time. She held one arm across her breasts as the dress fell open and dropped to the floor. She stepped out of it and bent down to pick it up. She tossed it onto a nearby chair and started rolling her pantyhose down her legs.

“Okay, I’m good,” he said. He stood and picked her up. He ignored her surprised yelp and carried her into the bedroom.

  *

Rita had no idea how it happened but she was still between the two men but now Bruno was in her mouth and Mac was slowly pushing into her anus. She could not stop rubbing her pussy with one hand and cupping Mac’s balls with the other.

“I’m going to cum,” Bruno said.

She just nodded and her mouth was filled with his seed. She liked how it tasted and for a fleeting moment she wondered if Allen was responsible for that.

Bruno stepped back, his cock leaving her mouth with an audible pop. “You thirsty?” He said to her.

She nodded. She was about to say yes when Mac pushed deeper into her ass. The yes sound more like a yowl. She looked behind her and said, “Don’t stop.”

Mac nodded and grabbed her sides firmly to finish himself off inside her. He had orgasmed but he kept moving in and out of her ass until she orgasmed. He pulled out of her and directed her onto the bed where Bruno had several bottles of water.

Rita lay face down on the bed not moving for several minutes, the feeling of cum slowly running out of her ass and down her thigh being more than she could really think about.

“Did we kill her?”

“I doubt it. Give her another five minutes.”

When she picked up her head there was a bottle of water in front of her. She turned to look at the guys and they were kissing one another and jerking each other off.

She turned on her side and drank gratefully from the cold water bottle. She didn’t notice she was fingering herself as she watched the two men make out.

Bruno came all over Mac’s stomach. “I win,” Mac said.

Bruno grunted and bent down to take Mac into his mouth. “So you say,” he said before finishing Mac off and swallowing the result.

“So, you guys are a couple.”

“That wasn’t obvious?”

“I don’t like to assume,” Rita said.

“I do,” Bruno said sitting up and taking a drink from his water bottle. “When does your venn end?”

“What?”

“Don’t what me. You’re a guy who decided to venn into this hot piece of ass to get fucked not by a man but by two men.”

“How could you tell?”

“First, you walked up to us in a bar and without saying hello and said, ‘let’s go fuck,’” Mac said.

“Second,” Bruno said. “You didn’t hesitate to go back to the apartment of two men you just met. Women aren’t that foolhardy.”

“Third, have you heard of condoms?

“Fourth, that body is such a venn job. I bet our cum tasted good.”

“It did. And I didn’t request that. I suspect Allan did it without telling me.”

“Allan? Should we be jealous?”

“Should we invite him over?”

“By now, Allan, or actually Paula, should have a cock balls deep in her pussy.”

  *

Henry rolled to the side, his hands still holding her head as they kissed. Paula rolled with him, not wanting him to pull out yet.

He was smiling. His smile was warm and she just wanted to kiss him some more. She settled on saying, “That was great.”

“Great?”

“You’ll make my head grow too wide to leave the room if you keep that up.”

“Hush, you know you were great. I’ve never had a more attentive lover.”

“That’s a shame. You have a body worthy of attention.”

“Now who’s the flatterer.”

“Some things are simply true.” He started to get up. “I need to use the bathroom. Don’t go away.”

“I’ll need it when you return.”

“I’ll be quick.”

When she returned to the bed, he raised the sheet up to make it easier to get in. She got into bed facing him and they hugged and talked for several hours. After a short lull in the conversation, he said, “Do you spoon?”

“I love to spoon. Are you inviting me to stay the night?”

“I am. I’ll even be the little spoon if you want to have the option to escape?”

“That sound like fun. Being smaller and being on the out side.”

“It works. Try it. And I love the feel of tits on my back.”

Soon they were asleep with her pressed up against his broad back.

  *

Teri work up to find Trish sleeping in bed with her. She sneaked out of the apartment to the mall around seven. She entered the venn machine alone and stepped out as Terry. He hurried back to the apartment and got back into his bed.

Trish stirred and opened her eyes. “What? What did you do?”

“We never spend any time as man and woman. So I thought we could give it a try.”

“And I get to be the woman first?”

“You didn’t wake up before me.”

They kissed and Trish pulled back. “You need to shave.”

“No stubble?”

“Sorry, it’s too scratchy on my chin.”

“Well, we can do something where our faces aren’t so close together,” he said. He pulled back the sheet and revealed his erection. “Climb on.”

“Facing which way?”

“You’re the cowgirl, you decide.”

  *

Rita had no idea how they talked her into this but they had a penchant for bondage play. Cuffs on her ankles were locked to a spreader bar that forced her short legs nearly three feet apart. Her arms were folded behind her back with her hands near her neck inside a leather bag keeping her from moving them. A strap attached to the bag was anchored to the bed via a hook in the ceiling. This held her body upright with little wiggle room for bending. A blindfold covered her eyes and a bright red ball gag filled her mouth.

She wasn’t complaining about the treatment though as one of them was eating her pussy and one of them was eating her ass. She could get use to this kind of treatment she thought.

She felt something wet land on her inner thigh. “Sorry,” Mac said. “I didn’t expect him to explode on you.”

“You pointed my cock at her leg while you were rubbing it.”

“I did no such thing.”

A few more moments of bickering followed and they stood up. Her crotch and thighs felt cold now that there weren’t two guys pressed up against them. A hand slapped her check.

“Hey, we’re heading out for about half an hour. Chill until we get back.”

Rita protested through the gag.

“Have a good time? You know we will.”

She protested again to no avail. She heard the door to the bedroom close. She stood in silence with no idea what they were up to. They better not have gone to get breakfast. She was starting to get hungry. She was also worried about the time. She would be turning into Oscar soon.

When they returned, they didn’t say anything. They just ran their hands all over Rita’s body. She was enjoying the attention when suddenly she wasn’t Rita any more.

Oscar’s arms were more tightly held in place by the bag and the strap was pulling him upward more. Rita was much shorter than Oscar.

“Look at him,” a woman’s voice said.

“You were holding out on us, Rita.”

“Did he tell us his male name?”

“No.”

“Damn.”

The blindfold and ball gag were removed. The two ladies in the room stood back from Oscar so he could get a good look at them.

“Your turn to bone us,” the one with blue hair said.

“Can you guess which of us is Bruno or Mac?” said the one with unnaturally red hair.

“I haven’t got a clue,” Oscar said.

“Oo, I get his dick first. That voice is to die for.”

“No fair,” the blue haired woman said. She straddled over top of the redhead and started kissing Oscar and the redhead took his cock in hand and started to suck it.

  *

Allan woke as his venn ended. His hand was cupped around Henry’s breast and he had to let go slowly so he didn’t wake… her. His eyes came into better focus. He was in bed with a woman spooned against him. His morning wood was pressed into her lower back.

“I have a confession,” the woman started to say as she opened her eyes. She rolled herself out of the bed and was standing next to it naked with a shocked expression on her face.

“We both do,” Allan said, holding the sheet up so she could more easily get back into bed. “I’m Allan.”

She laughed, “Hannah.” She got back into bed facing him. “You were venned too? That’s hilarious.”

“Was anything you said yesterday true?”

“Most of it. I’m a paralegal. I’m hoping to take the bar exam in about a year. Do you actually work at the museum?”

“I do. I’m the assistant curator specializing in seventeenth and eighteenth century paintings.”

“Do you paint?”

“I dabble. I don’t have a studio at the moment. I live with three other guys.”

“Do they know what you… They were also venned last night.”

“They were. They’re men now, too. Hope the folks they met are as understanding as you are. Who venned you?”

Hannah’s phone rang.

“Speak of the devil. That’s probably Krista.” She picked up the phone and nodded. “Hey Kris.”

“Yes the woman I met was a real knockout.

“Still here.

“No, he had no issue with me being a woman.

“Yes, he,” she laughed. “Take a selfie with me?”

“Sure,” Allan said. “Won’t she see the sheets.”

“Yes.” She said as she snapped a pic of the two of them and sent it to Krista.

“I gotta go.

“Yes, he is cute. Bye.”

“I’m cute.”

“You’re gorgeous. But are you as good a kisser as Paula?”

He answered with a kiss. Her phone fell to the floor as the kiss continued. More than a kiss happened next.

  *

Trish fell onto the bed. “That was better than the strapon.”

“You better say that.”

“Let’s get lunch and stop by the machine.”

“The machine?”

“You’re taking Trish out to lunch, maybe dinner later.”

“You’re going to be Trish another eight hours?”

“Rest of the weekend. If we’re going to experiment, we’re going to do it right.”

“I thought you didn’t want to spend days as a woman.”

“I didn’t. But you decided to be the guy and I’m sick of sneaking around with Oscar and Allan. So, let’s do this.”

“What are we going to do between Lunch and Dinner?”

“Unlike Paula, I don’t own any women’s clothing. We’re going shopping.”

“Oh, god.”

  *

Oscar was no longer bound. Eight hours had passed. The three men lay in a heap on the bed. “I need a shower.”

“I need two showers.”

“When are you moving in Oscar?”

“That’s a bit fast, Mac,” Bruno said.

“You were thinking it, too,” Mac said.

“I was.”

“I had fun, guys. And I’ve never said that to guys after sex before,” Oscar said. “But I don’t think I’m ready to be third wheel in whatever you have here.”

“You’ll be Rita in a month?”

“That was the original plan.”

“Oo, what’s the revised plan?”

“It’s been been planned yet.”

“Aw. No pressure,” Mac said. “But I speak for Bruno and I, I think, when I say Rita and/or Oscar are welcome any time they want to be here.”

“If you aren’t ready for sex as a man among men, we understand. Oscar can call us and we’ll be sure Tara and Mara are waiting for you.”

“Are those your names? I don’t think you mentioned it.”

“You didn’t ask, either.”

“True. Knowing you two, Mac is Tara, right?”

  *

Early Sunday morning, Allan was in the kitchen part of the open living area making a couple eggs when Oscar left his room and joined him.

“When did you get home?” Oscar said.

“Near midnight. Spent the day with Hannah.”

“Hannah? You hooked up with a woman?”

“No, I left the bar with Henry. In the morning I was in bed with Hannah.”

Oscar laughed. “I guess she wasn’t mad at you deceiving her.”

“No, she wasn’t. How did you do with those beefy men?”

“I was invited into a throuple, I think. They were bi, I guess. Before Rita could leave, they venned into women. It’s like I met four people this weekend.”

“They just left you in their apartment?”

“Rita was a bit tied up when they left.”

“When we’re all awake, you need to kiss and tell. Did you like all four people you met?”

“Like is a strong word. I didn’t accept their offer of throuplehood. We still need to spend some time just hanging out. They were happy I was open to future dates.”

“I took Hannah to dinner and a movie last night. And we decided to treat it like a first date so after a couple ‘porch’ kisses I came home, left her at the door to her apartment.”

Trish walked out of Terry’s room in nothing more than rather short, red, satin bathrobe. She poured a cup of coffee. “Morning, guys.”

“I didn’t expect to find you and Terry cuddling on the couch last night,” Allan said.

“We’re experimenting. Eyes are up here, Oscar.”

“Allan’s staring too. He’s just better at subtle.”

“It’s true.”

“How long have you and Terry…” Oscar said.

“This is the third weekend we left the bar together. Usually we fool around as women and that’s the end of it. Terry ended his venn really early Saturday morning and we decided to give this a go. After we... experimented, I went back to the mall and extended my venn to a month.”

“A month?”

“Then we’re going to swap and see how that goes.”

“Good luck with that.”

“I’ve lived with Terry for a few years now. We both know each other’s annoying habits. We’re already friends. Being like this is the part that makes me nervous. At least I won’t need my glasses for a month.”

“Paula could take you shopping.”

“I already did that with Terry yesterday. I hope you don’t mind. I borrowed some of Paula’s things so I could go out.”

“You could have called.”

“I’ll buy the clothes. You can replace them or not.”

“Paula has a date with Henry next Saturday. We can venn Friday and go shopping before my date,” Allan said. “It’ll be more fun than dragging Terry through the mall.”

“Terry said he’d venn Saturday and we’d go shopping together.”

“Hannah joked about meeting me at the mall to shop. She said she might introduce me to Krista. How about Rita, Oscar?”

“Rita does need clothes. Six woman shopping together? It’s a date.”

Bonus Material:

“Hi, Mom,” Trish said into the phone. “Checking up on me after last night, I see?

“Yes, I’m still Trish.

“Did I meet someone? Not exactly.

“I didn’t lose a bet. No. You remember Terry?

“Don’t say he’s two servings of beefcake to his face.

“Mother!

“I will not tell you how big his thing is.

“What?

“Oh, my god.

“Why would you say that to me?

“Don’t you have friends you can talk about stuff like this with?

“You’re my mother.

“Yes, I’m aware mothers are people who’ve had sex. That doesn’t mean I want to discuss sex with mine.

“Fine. Fine. Yes, we fucked, Mother. We fucked and I liked it.

“No, Mom, it wasn’t as hard as he was. You’re doing Dad jokes now?

“Better or worse than what?

“Oh.

“…

“Best ever.”

BTS: A Tale of Two Stories

Tomorrow, I'll release a pair of Trust Machine stories with a single origin. They are Dude Gals and Sister Bros. It started maybe six months ago when I had an idea about a bunch of guys sharing an apartment who have a tradition of going down to the Venn machine once a month, becoming women, and then hitting a bar to see what happens next. Worst case outcome, bum a few free drinks off some guys. That's essentially Dude Gals.

I wrote a short description of my intention and named the four men and then named the four women they become. Made some notes about what kind of people each woman would meet/hook up with and then set the treatise aside for another day. Setting it aside was probably because of looming deadlines for other stories. Within days I had the same idea. But I had kind of forgotten the first treatise. So I wrote the first scene of Sister Bros through to them tormenting Amanda of Window Dressing.

Time passes and at some point I stumble upon the original treatise for Dude Gals. Now I have two stories with the same setup: dudes get together to become women. Maybe I can combine them? Nope, nope, nope. The idiots in Sister Bros are not friends with the probably older guys in Dude Gals. I end up writing the intro to Dude Gals up until they're venned and they have a chat with Amanda from Window Dressing. And once again, looming deadlines causes both of these to be set aside. (Probably some Ted's Doll stuff the first time and Hard To Look At the second time.)

April 1, in the midst of writing about 3,000 words of Ted's Dolls Season 4, I also churned out over 6,000 words between the two guys become gals so they can party stories. While the story that developed in Dude Gals felt good. It occasionally spawned a stupid idea which was generally perfect for the other story. I could not believe the antics of the Sister Bros. I don't think I've ever written a loveable idiots story. (I know they're idiots. But are they loveable?)

I'm still not satisfied with the end of Dude Gals. I could probably run that story out to 15,000 words if I wanted to. But diminishing returns tells me it's fine now at just over 5,000. Hopefully assigning it a release date will curtail me adding a few hundred words here and there and it getting padded to excessive lengths. So Dude Gals will appear 5/11

I could easily extend Sister Bros even more. I can just see them.... No, no. Sister Bros will appear 5/18 while I'm in Europe.

(Oh, yeah. I'll be on vacation starting 5/15. Hopefully nothing goes wrong with the planned releases.)

Patreon Community Standards

I had to remove Sounds Like Fun from Patreon because it "glorified violent or non-consensual sex".

I suppose I'll be posting it to other places sooner than I anticipated. I will also be working to get my subscribestar site up and running sooner than expected.

Except I'm going to be on vacation from the 15th to the 26th of May. So, perhaps in June I will have time to make subscribestar my "main" source of material. I don't know.

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The Truth - Chapter 15

“What? Where?” Sandra said. She was spreadeagled on Jon's bed. That she was no longer wearing the zentai suit was a relief but she wondered what had happened to everyone else. Jon was leaning over her. “What happened to Tracy?” She asked.

“I substituted Irina for you then sent the lot of them back to their apartment.” Jon disrobed and mounted her. “Sandra untie Sandra. But now I realize you didn't get what was coming to you. I hope you won’t mind I have a substitute right here.”

She sat up enough to see his erection aimed at her and smiled. “I do prefer a man who knows what he's doing down there.”

As she reached upward Jon embraced and entered her easily, “I'm sure you do.”

She relaxed into his firm grasp, luxuriating in every caress. A detached part of her realized that he touched her like a lover, not an easy lay. She hoped she would remember this feeling later to work through what it might mean. For now, she just let herself bask in the sensual euphoria he was giving her.

Afterward they lay entwined together for several minutes before he spoke, “That was nice.”

“That was wonderful,” she corrected him. “I wonder what the others are doing.”

“I think I'll go find out once I straighten up in here.” He reach down and seemed to scratch her hip with his thumbnail.

She let out a gasp of surprise as she felt her body stiffen, her mouth frozen in an O-shape. Then there was a faint hissing noise and a sinking feeling. She could not move but she felt like she was drifting away from Jon.

Jon got up and lifted one of Sandra's legs up. It was obviously make of a polyvinyl plastic. He started rolling it up and a gush of air could be heard escaping her hips.

“That fucker turned me into a blowup doll,” Sandra thought as she watched Jon roll up her limbs and push all the air out of her. She wondered what he was thinking as he looked at the big-O hole where her mouth should be. Actually, she wondered what it would feel like if he fucked that rubber hole. This was even better than being a robot, she thought.

When he finished pushing the air out of her he disappeared for a moment and returned with a box that he showed to her. It was for an inflatable doll named Sandee. He picked her up and placed her into the box. One side of the box was clear and he situated her in the box so she was looking out the cellophane window. He carried her a few feet to the hall closet and set her down on the top shelf facing the door. The door closing plunged the closet into total darkness.

* * *

Jon sat at his desk. The television showed the women across the street watching a movie. He changed channels to his favorite nightly news station. A few minutes after some local stories was the teaser for sports and weather along with a graphic showing the winning lottery numbers. “Hey, I won,” he laughed.

He flipped back to the ladies and noticed the couple sitting awkwardly apart from one another with Sarah on a chair nearby looking more at Irina than at the television.

He flipped though the list of effects he had created with Sarah's spell bureaucracy. After a few moments he realized it might be fun to have some of these affects work on him. Not all of them, he did not want to end up stuck gagged in the zentai suit unable to pick up the pen. But for some of them he could say “I” or “me” as appropriate in place of the ladies' names. A smile crossed his face and as he finished writing a few spells and said, “I look-alike...”

* * *

“What? Where?,” she exclaimed, suddenly appearing in the kitchenette.

Sarah, Tracy and Irina turned as one to look at the kitchen. Sandra stood there, naked.

“Jon tire of you?” Tracy asked.

“I have no idea,” Sandra replied. “Last thing I remember is being in the zentai suit about to take Tracy's male virginity. I'm guessing something else happened.”

No one noticed Sarah raising an eyebrow in suspicion, which she kept to herself.

Irina disentangled herself from the other two and stood up. She motioned Sandra into the room, “Come in. I'm Irina. You must be Sandra. We haven't really met yet. Just before Tracy was to enter you, Jon put you all asleep and teleported me to the apartment. I joined the harem without hesitation and then he used his magic pen to make you and Sarah end up over here and me to be in the purple zentai outfit in your place. Tracy fucked me very well for a virgin.”

“That felt so weird.” Tracy interjected.

“Then he left us Sarah for the night – I'm her temporary master tonight – and you just disappeared. We assumed he was doing something with you all this time.”

“If he was, I wasn't awake,” Sandra replied. “I don't remember being over here before.”

Tracy smiled, “Well, then you're still owed some sex, I suppose.” As she stood up her pussy turned into a semi-erect dick which Irina immediately took in hand and squeezed to fuller firmness. “You wanted some of this before. How about a blowjob to warm up with?”

Sandra looked at the growing cock. “If it won't bother Irina?”

“Not at all,” Irina said. “I insist.”

Sandra laughed inwardly at the turn of phrase. She knelt down in front of Tracy and lightly licked her cock. After a few tentative licks she closed her eyes and took it into her mouth fully.

Irina said, “Sarah, crawl under there and give Sandra's pussy some loving.”

Sarah smiled, “Yes, Mistress.” She lay down on her back and shimmied under Sandra.

Sandra squatted down on Sarah's face as well as she could while keeping Tracy's cock in her mouth. This became more and more difficult as Sarah's tongue started working its magic on her pussy.

Tracy took Sandra's head in hand and helped Sandra keep a steady rhythm on her cock.

Sandra was riding a pleasure high toward orgasm when a hard object pushed slowly into her anus.

Tracy laughed as she watched Sandra's eye go wide, “Don't fret, Sandra my dear. Irina has a strap on dildo in your ass. You like?” With that Tracy and Irina both gave Sandra a light thrust and Sarah plunged her tongue as far into Sandra's pussy as she could while also squeezing Sandra's erect nipple. “From that muffled moan of pleasure and the way you are sucking on me, I'd guess you do like. Let's keep a good rhythm going for her.”

Sandra's world could never be the same. She had never been taken from behind before and she had never been so over-stimulated. She experienced several orgasmed before Tracy interrupted her reverie.

“In the mouth? Decide now.”

Sandra was going to say something when she decided to answer with action. She reach around Tracy's waist and pulled her mouth more fully onto her cock.

“Okay,” Tracy said and her pelvis thrusts become harder and faster until she shot a warn load into Sandra's throat.

It felt as if a damn had burst inside her mouth. She swallowed as much as she could sucking Tracy's cock as fast and as hard as she could. Suddenly the cock disappeared and her open mouth fell onto Tracy's waiting pussy. She smiled and shoved her tongue into Tracy's properly moistened pussy. “You realize,” she said between licks. “Some of your own cum is now in your pussy.”

“Fuck, I forgot,” Tracy replied starting to twist away from Sandra.

Sandra held Tracy's knee, “Don't worry. You aren't fertile. Jon doesn't want us knocked up. Irina, calm her down.”

Irina was standing next to Sarah conspiratorially. She walked over to Tracy and straddled Sandra present her breasts to Tracy. “Here, suck some teat till you fell better.”

Tracy actually took the nipple into her mouth, closed her eyes and visibly relaxed.

Sarah said, “Sandra plug Sandra.”

For a split second nothing happened. Jon who had fooled them into thinking he was Sandra decided to allow Sarah to use that command on him. He thought, “Yes,” as he had planned earlier and the plug appeared in his pussy. Playing the part of Sandra he said, “Oh, not again.” He reached toward his pussy but could not touch the vibrator.

Sarah reached over and turned the vibrator up to ten, “Mistress's orders.”

Jon was not prepared for the intensity of the magic vibrator. Its full power stripped his ability to think within seconds and he was just shouting, “Oh, God,” and “Oh, Yes” over and over. When Sarah said “Sandra gag Sandra,” the magic assumed his “Oh, Yes” was permission for the gag to appear and so he was plugged, gagged and spread in short order, writhing in mindless ecstasy with no way to escape.

“Do you really think she's Jon?” Irina asked.

“Yes, Mistress.” Sarah replied. “Master would not have wiped Sandra's memory of whatever he had planned for her. Also, this slave can tell when Master is near by.”

“Can you teleport me to the apartment?”

“This slave can try, Mistress. Irina teleport home Irina.” Sarah said.

Irina found herself in Jon's apartment. She looked out the window and waved to Tracy looking for her. The living room and kitchen were empty. A quick tour of the bedroom and bathroom proved that Jon was not here. She went over to his desk and read through the last few spells he had been working on.

When she found the spell that allowed him to be affect by harem spells she laughed but she could not figure out how he got gagged and spread when they were specifically excluded. Next she found the spell describing the blow up doll box. Looking around, she could not find such a box. She toured the apartment again until she found the box in the hall closet. Grabbing the box she rushed back to the living room and called her apartment. When Tracy answered she told her to put Sarah on. “Sarah, teleport me back to the apartment along with the box I'm holding.” Then she hung up the phone

Sarah said, “Yes, Mistress. Irina teleport here Irina.”

Irina appeared holding a box containing a blow up doll. “Sarah, inflate this doll.” As Tracy expressed her shock at seeing the Sandra doll, Irina explained what she found. When she explained how Jon had to approve Sarah's spells on him, Tracy interrupted.

“You heard him yelling 'Oh, yes' with the vibrator inside him. His spell must have mistaken those yeses for permission to allow Sarah to modify him.”

There was a whoosh of air and Sarah was plugging the blow up doll. “She's inflated, Mistress.”

“Oh good,” Irina said. “There was a spell. Say, “Sandra-doll alive Sandra-doll.”

As the plastic doll transformed into live flesh, Sandra said, “That was actually cool. I may have to try the mannequin thing now. As for Jon, you should have Sarah say, “Jon become Sarah Jon.”

“You are evil,” Tracy said. “No wonder he packed you away in a closet.”

“Do it, Sarah,” Irina said. “We can turn him back to normal in the morning.”

For the first time as a slave, Sarah hesitated before obeying, “Yes, Mistress. Jon become Sarah Jon.” She said.

The figure of Sandra gagged, plugged and spreadeagled across the living room, merely twitching now, shrank a couple inches and turned into an exact duplicate of Sarah. By Irina's instructions, Sarah ungagged, unplugged and unspread the Sarah Number 2.

“Who is your Mistress, Sarah?” Sandra asked looking only as the second Sarah.

“Mistress Irina is this slave's Mistress,” Number 2 replied.

Irina said, “I have sold you to Sandra. You are now her slave, not mine.”

Number 2 knelt down in front of Sandra, “This slave is yours, Mistress.”

Irina continued, “We were getting ready to go to bed before Sandra arrived. Sarah, teleport Sandra and Number 2 to the apartment so they may spend time exploring their most unusual relationship.

“Ha ha,” Sandra laughed as she and Jon-as-Sarah-Number-2 arrived in Jon's apartment. She sat down and pointed at her pussy. “As usual I'm naked in this apartment. Do something useful and pleasure me right here with your mouth.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Jon as Sarah instantly moved to comply, kneeling down in front of Sandra and gently lick her pussy.

Sandra spread her arms out on the sofa and for the first time in she could not remember how long she just relaxed. After a time, Number 2's ministrations brought Sandra into the realm of orgasm. Sandra kept rising toward orgasm and kept being brought back down before climax. After the third time Sandra shouted, “Just finish me.”

Number 2 instantly obeyed pushing Sandra over the brink and into a wild ride of multiple orgasms. Finished, Number 2 stood up and went to the kitchen.

“What are you doing?” Sandra asked.

Number 2 stopped and turned around. “Mistress is probably thirsty. Master always tells this slave that this slave should anticipate Master's needs and act on them without requiring explicit orders. This slave will act in this manner for Mistress unless Mistress orders otherwise. Would Mistress like coffee, tea, water or perhaps some juice?”

“Water is fine,” Sandra said lazily.

Number 2 quickly returned with a glass of water which he handed to Sandra. He walked around behind the sofa and began rubbing Sandra's shoulders. Sandra relaxed into the massage until a thought occurred to her. “Slave, say 'Sandra look-alike Jon Sandra.'”

Jon-as-Sarah said the words and Sandra transformed into a likeness of Jon. A wicked smile played across Sandra-as-Jon's face. “Excellent. Now go over to the desk and pick up the nice pen. Write what I am about to say.... But first, read me the last few spells you wrote.”

The Transformation Inspector Three

Thomas stood on the porch to the apartment looking at his notes for a moment before ringing the doorbell.

A man in his early thirties answered the door, “Yes?”

“Hello, I’m Inspector Thomas Ryder of the Mage Guild: Transformation Division. Are you Bernard Folkwell?”

“No. My name’s Harry Earnest.”

“Do you know Mr. Folkwell or perhaps you’re aware of where he may be? I have a disconnected telephone number and this address as a last known address.”

“Sorry. Never heard of the guy.” Harry turned around and called out. “Joley? You know a… what was his name?”

As Thomas repeated the name, Harry’s wife reached the door. “Who’s this?”

“I’m from the Mage Guild. I’m looking for a man named Bernard Folkwell.”

“I don’t know who that is. But the name sounds familiar,” she said. “Oh, we received some mail addressed to a Bernard something a few times. We sent it back to the post office but they had no forwarding address for him.”

“Do you still have any of this mail?”

“I might. Please come in.”

Thomas was led to a chair in the living room where he sat with Harry until Jolene returned with a pair of envelopes. She handed them to Thomas.

“Can I keep these? I don’t want to open them here in case I might get some kind of reading from them.”

“Sure, they’re yours. Is magic fun?” she said. “I’ve never met a magician.”

“Wizard. Magicians are stage performers. And while some of them may also be spellcasters, all wizards are spellcasters.”

“I didn’t know that.”

“How long ago did you move in?” Thomas said.

“Four months?”

“Yes, four.”

“Notice anything weird when you moved in? Did you need to dispose of anything?”

“No, the apartment was completely empty when we arrived. You could even smell that it had been painted recently,” Harry said.

“There’s that wall thing.”

“Don’t start with that.”

“I’m not starting anything. He asked,” she said.

“It isn’t important. It’s probably a fire break or plumbing runs for the three apartments above us.”

“May I ask what you’re bickering about?” Thomas said.

“I’ll show you,” Jolene said. She got up and Thomas followed her to the kitchen. “Stop here in the doorway and look at that wall and the wall in the kitchen.”

“One of them is closer than the other.”

“Exactly. That’s what I told Harry.”

“He sees it, too?”

“He’s a wizard, Harry,” she said.

“Do you mind if I cast a spell?”

“I’d love to watch you cast a spell.”

“It’s not that exciting,” Thomas said and mumbled some words of power. A green mote of light appeared on his finger and he pointed it at the wall in the living room, the wall that looked closer than the kitchen wall.

Almost immediately, a line of green light formed between his fingertip and the wall. As he swept his arm across the length of the wall, the second line would continue moving with his finger and the original line remained anchored between his finger and the wall. When he was finished, five thin green lines connected his finger to five distinct spots on the wall.

“I was afraid of that.”

“What is it?”

“Can you call your landlord? I’ll need to have that wall opened up.”

“What?” Harry said. “Why? What’s special about the wall?”

“Nothing. But behind it are five transformed individuals who probably weren’t transformed according to Guild regulations.”

* * *

Thomas entered his home around the same time he always came home from work.

“Is that you?” Sonia called out from the kitchen.

“It always is,” he called back.

“There’s something for you to look at on the coffee table.”

Thomas took off his jacket and hung it. He removed his shoes and put them away. In the living room, there was an official Guild form, he could see it was a Guild form from as far away as the doorway. It was the only thing on the coffee table.

As he approached it, he could tell by the layout of the fields it was a PT4/G form – a permanent gender transformation form. Before he could get close enough to read it, he heard Sonia enter the room. He said, “Is it for Grace or Bryce?”

“There are two forms on table.”

He picked them up. The top one listed Gregory Ryder as the recipient of the transformation. The other form was for Rebecca Kellian. He could find no mistakes in the forms’ data. The Guild section was not yet filled out. “I suppose they’re serious.”

“Gregory wants you to bring the forms to work to file them tomorrow so the three month waiting period will be up by June.”

“And I suppose I’ll be casting the spells?”

“They would appreciate that as well. They want to have a big party and have you do the spells about an hour into the party. Like a combination going away party and birthday party.”

“How big of a party?”

“It would also serve as a graduation party with all their friends. Your brother and his family, my siblings and their family, the Kellians, Becky’s aunts, uncles, and cousins, some grandparents, and I think Becky has an older brother with two kids who would also be invited.”

“Who’s paying for all this?”

“Well, they figure we’d be saving money on the spells and that money could pay for the party. Are you okay?”

“Joe is going to rib me for years.”

“Yes, he will. And you deserve it. From what I understand, Rebecca has a decent cheerleading scholarship from Georgia Tech and she loves competitive cheer. She says Bryce was never going to get a football scholarship. And she was always planning to get a biology degree.”

“Is she doing it just for the scholarship?”

“No, the scholarship sealed the deal. She and Greg have spent the last month transformed as much as is possible within the limits imposed by the forms they filled out a couple months ago.”

There was a short silence. “You blame me.”

“Blame? Probably the wrong word. I’m very happy for Gregory and Rebecca. But, yes, you instigated their exploration.”

“Where are they?”

“At her house, they’re telling her parents about their plans.”

“Is Greg planning to go to Georgia Tech as well?”

“No, Greg’s career plans are unchanged. He’s going to study fashion design. He’s just far more interested in programs in Georgia than he was a few months ago.”

“What’s for dinner? I need to digest both dinner and this party idea.”

* * *

“It’s ingenius,” Joe said.

“It’s vile.”

“Oh, c’mon, Thomas. This is the kind of spell we dream about encountering and figuring out how to deal with.”

“Easy for you to say as you don’t have to deal with it.”

“There is that. How’s your son?”

“Don’t start that.”

“Do I need to remind you about the lesson at the academy which warns about using transformation as punishment?”

“No,” Thomas said flatly.

“I think I do.”

“Get out of my lab.”

Joe laughed. “Fine, fine. Good luck with the mannequins.”

The room was quiet once Joe left. Only Thomas and five mannequins, recently excavated from behind a wall in an apartment. It had taken over a month to get the paper work and court order executed. Thomas had hoped it would just be a matter of restoring them to life and interviewing them about who had done this to them.

One problem: the normal restorative spells didn’t work. After another week, Thomas had discovered the spells affecting the mannequins were all intertwined. They could not be dispeled individually. One top of that was the issue of the second mannequin from the right. He had identified her as Monica Ratkowski, a former student at Brown University. She had been reported missing four years ago. The spell affecting her was powered by her own desire to be a mannequin. And it seemed she loved being a mannequin. How the rogue wizard had managed to tie the other four spells into this spell was remarkable: ingenius, according to Joe.

Even the typical temporary spell he usually used to communicate with long term transformees could not penetrate this spell. A consultation with the Psychic Division merely confirmed that she was absolutely happy in her current state and no enchantment existed that was feeding false sensory data to her. She loved being a mannequin and never wanted to be alive again.

The others had no idea she was the reason they could not be restored. All of them wanted the transformation to end. He had been able to communicate with the first three. He was going to talk to the fifth one now.

After casting the communication spell, the head of the fifth mannequin turns back into a human head.

“What? Who are you?” it said.

“Be calm. I’m Thomas Ryder of the Mage Guild: Transformation Division.”

“Are you going to turn me back to normal? Please. I’m going insane.”

“Calm down. Unfortunately, there’s an impediment to restoring you beyond this limited communication spell. What can you tell me about the person who turned you into a mannequin?”

“Roger? He seemed like a nice guy. We dated for a couple months before he went nuts. He started saying we were made for each other and would never be apart. At first it sounded romantic. But, then he twisted it and started saying I’d never speak to another man – guess he got that one wrong – I’d never have to work another day in my life. And then he showed me the others.”

“How many others?”

“Twelve. After I was transformed, he showed me twelve other mannequins that I assume were also formerly living. He arranged five of us in a pentagram and cast this long ritual of a spell. There were lights and I felt something drawn out of my body.”

“Are you a wizard?”

“Level 2. I can do a spell that cleans and performs minor repairs to fabrics, paper, and leathers. I worked as a consultant for several dry cleaners and furriers. This communication spell is going to end soon. Isn’t it?”

“Yes, what’s your name?”

“Joyce Vreehooven, Guild account 345AT2.”

“I’ll be sure to look you up. What else can you tell me about Roger?”

“Um… He’s not quite six feet tall. Average build. Light brown hair, brown eyes. Clean shaven.”

“Last name.”

“Williamson. His mother called once. He said she lived out of state but never was more specific about it. I only knew him for a few months. We weren’t at the meet the family stage.”

“Where did you meet Mr. Williamson?”

“Vermont. I was on skiing holiday when we met and had a conversation. He said he lived close to where I lived and suggested we get in contact when we left Vermont. About two weeks later he sent me a text inviting me out to dinner. He was charming at first.”

“The spell is ending. It’ll be a few days before I can cast it again on you. Thank you. If you can think of anything else, remember it until I contact you again.”

“Why can’t you restor--?” Her head turn back to a hollow plastic shell.

That had not be as informative as it had seemed. All four women he had spoken to had known Bernard Folkwell by a different name. Thomas was going to update the file to rename him John Doe. All the details of the lives he presented to the women were contradictory. Joyce had just said he had a mother. Based on the first three women’s comment, he was estranged from his dead mother that one of them had been introduced to. That was just one of a dozen data points that were completely at odds with one another.

There was one common thread. He would meet the victims while they were on vacation. And he would happen to live near them. It would be hard to track down but he was going to cross-reference move-in data with these vacations. He would have to find out from the women the exact dates they met him and the exact dates he made contact with them after they were home from their vacations.

* * *

Gregory came in the door and sat down in the living room. Thomas looked over at his son and asked, “Black eye?”

“You’ll laugh. I had to defend Becky’s honor.”

“By fighting?”

“It had started out friendly enough. Some of the guys were ribbing Becky that I’d taken her balls. She’s made this joke herself so I figured it wasn’t a big deal. But they persisted in their taunting and it made my blood boil.”

“Testosterone is a powerful drug.”

“More likely it was the adrenyline. I let it get the better of me. I grabbed Brad by the shoulder and spun him around saying something like he better stop talking shit to my girlfriend.”

“Let me guess,” Thomas said. “He just used that to poke more jabs at Rebecca.”

“Yeah. I punched him in the nose. He got a couple lucky hits on my chest. But soon he was on his ass and a kick to the ribs had him crying uncle.”

“The other guys verbally pounced on him about being beat up by a former woman. I told them to shut the fuck up and then it got bad.”

“What happened?”

“One of them said, ‘Lighten up, Dude. Are you still getting your period?’ to me. I took out two of them before I got the punch in the eye. A bunch of people at the party jumped in to separate us at that point. All of us were tossed out.”

“How did Rebecca react?”

“She’s mad at me. I don’t blame her. That’s exactly how I would have reacted if I had been her. I feel so stupid. She wouldn’t even let me take her home. She caught a ride from Susie Ostlen.”

“Your best friend, Susie Ostlen?”

“Former best friend. Her boyfriend doesn’t like her talking to me. And while she’s told her boyfriend to mind his business, she doesn’t spend as much time with me as she use to by a long shot.”

“Sorry to hear that,” Thomas said. “You should get an ice pack and put that on your eye, wrapped in a towel, of course. Welcome to manhood. Maturity will help you keep your fists to yourself.”

* * *

Thomas called in an illusionist the next time he interviewed the four women he could talk to. They created a composite imagine of John Doe that the four of them agreed looked just like him. He seemed to be in his early forties, handsome but not overly good looking. He could probably make himself less noticable with little effort and disappear into any crowd. An image search turned up no accurate hits. The man was a ghost, moved around frequently, and somehow had enough money to go to vacation spots to befriend his marks.

But the real question Thomas wanted answered was why. According to Miss Vreehooven, there were eight other victims he had no clues to the whereabouts of.

All the divisions were trying to help out as this case was getting unwanted attention. Mr. Earnest had posted to social media about the Guild coming in and wrecking his apartment. Curses and Gæses wanted to pay a visit to Mr. Earnest. That wasn’t allowed to happen.

The Divination Division suspected the wizard had protections in place to hinder divination. Thomas’ guidance counselor had told him to go into divination. He had rejected the idea because he felt divination was too unreliable.

He was surprised when Joanne from Divinations had a lead. She had linked the illusory image, to the mail, to the spells affecting the women, to the movements of a wizard who was currently at Daytona Beach. It was that time of year when college students flooded the beaches of Florida. Thomas pulled together a team and they rushed to the Dimensional Division’s office where a specialist teleported them directly to a location near where the wizard was expected to be.

Thomas’ team consisted of fellow Transformation specialist Joe Tanner, Wards and Guards specialist Adani Farusi, and Assault specialist Vera Ippistimo. As they arrived, Vera held an amulet out in front of her and said, “Target is less that fifty yards that way.”

“Good, they haven’t moved since they were detected.”

They moved forward with the precision of a special forces squad. Their target was thought to be in the backyard of a large ranch style home in a well-to-do neighborhood. Loud music could be heard coming from the backyard.

They approached the house. Thomas, whose normal duties didn’t involve raids, remained in front in case their quarry tried to flee out the front door.

A moment after the team rounded the corner of the house, Thomas heard Adani shout, “Don’t touch it.” A massive release of magical energy followed, then silence. Thomas crept over to the corner of the house and looked around the corner.

Joe was touching the latch of a wooden fence enclosing the backyard. Adani was reaching toward him trying to stop him. Vera was standing over five yards away but that hadn’t helped her. All three of them had been transformed into mannequins.

Thomas felt another release of magic and immediately hit the ground and rolled away. The edge of the house where he had just stood was no longer there. A three feet wide semi-circular hole ripped through the corner like a hot ice cream scoop had removed it.

The door to the house slammed shut. Thomas hadn’t seen whoever had just poked their head out the door and attempted to disintegrate him. He pulled a charm out of his pocket and crushed it. The emergency beacon would alert any Guild workers that some major magic was happening here.

He went to the front door and felt another release of energy, this time it was definitely not transformation magic. He went inside and watched as a teleportation portal winked close. He pulled out his phone and called his boss. “Tell no one to teleport within a mile of the target location. The target just used a portal and I don’t want anything interfering with whatever traces can be read from where he went.”

“Who’s beacon went off?”

“Mine. The other three tripped a trap.” As he spoke, he walked to the back of the house and stepped outside. “Oh my.”

“They what? What do you mean, ‘oh my’?”

In the backyard, at least three dozen mannequins of diverse race and gender were standing, sitting, and laying about as though someone had taken a picture of a backyard party and then rendered it in mannequins.

The Truth - Chapter 14

“You will need to get over being embarrassed if you are going to have a good time here,” Sandra said.

“When Irina and I have sex, sometimes she has me wear a strap on dildo to fuck her with. I’ve often fantasized about it being a real dick. But I wouldn’t want to be a guy. I want a strap on real dick. I can’t believe I said that. But I’m guessing you can do it.”

“I can do that. Sign the paper and I’ll give you the ability to have a real dick whenever you want.”

He started writing on what looked like some kind of tax form. After a moment’s hesitation, she signed the paper he had given her.

“I don’t feel any different.”

As he finished writing he said, “All you have to do is think 3 times, ‘I have a dick’ and you will. ‘I have a cunt’ 3 times will remove it. I’ve made it extra sensitive as well as few other secrets that you’ll discover.”

“Does it have to be the c-word?”

“If you don't like it, don't transform often.”

She shook her head and looked down at herself as her lips moved silently. Suddenly a cock and balls appeared between her legs.

“That looks nice,” Sandra commented. She walked over to her and lightly stroked it. “You could fuck me. I’m so covered up it’s not like it would be cheating.”

Tracy batted Sandra's hand away and shook her head but her dick was slowly rising.

“Your eyes say ‘no’ but your dick disagrees.”

Jon said, “You can’t hide your lust with that thing around.”

“You're sealed inside there, how could I…?”

“Zentai expose zentai,” Jon interjected, causing Sandra's pussy to be revealed.

Tracy’s dick rose higher. “Oh, my, how do guys handle this?” She took hold of Sandra and pushed her against the couch. Her dick had a mind of its own as it sought out Sandra’s pussy. Tracy thought she heard Jon say something as she pushed her dick into Sandra. The pleasure that radiated from her crotch felt alien and comfortable at the same time. She was the squeezee and the squeezer. Each time her balls slapped against flesh felt like the first time. Even thrusting felt different as the giver. She didn’t care about these new feelings at the moment. She just wanted the feeling of thrusting in and out to last forever. As she rose to climax she felt invincible, god-like. She rode the lavender encased woman like a stallion takes a filly. She felt like she could do this forever. When she came she would fuck again and again and again.

She came. And she crashed in the hormone rush. Suddenly she felt very tired. The squeezing pulses of pussy around dick were novel but did little to return the feeling of godliness she had just experienced. She stood back as her dick flagged.

“Have a seat,” Jon said. “Get ready to tell Irina about your new life.”

Tracy nodded. “That’s the last time I put this inside any other woman.”

“Not true,” Jon said. Before she could protest he held up a hand. “Irina catsuit Irina.”

The hood of the zentai suit disappeared revealing Irina’s smiling face.

“What?”

Irina pointed at the television and said, “Look.”

Turning she saw Sandra and Sarah standing in her apartment frozen where she and Irina had been sharing a kiss.

“Before you entered Sandra, I put you all to sleep and zapped Irina over here,” Jon explained. “After explaining how the harem works she could not wait to sign the paper you signed. Then I explained you shouldn’t lose your male virginity to anyone besides Irina and asked if she would like to swap places with Sandra. She couldn’t wait to get into the catsuit.”

“Iri, are you sure?”

“Jon said you were worried about me joining his harem. Those are your issues. I can’t wait to be surrounded by naked women all the time. You’re the dominating type. And with that thing you can exert a little control over the rest of the harem if you want to. Speaking of which, I hope that thing comes off.”

Tracy laughed and a second later she was no longer well hung. “The nice thing about this is I don’t need find a good place to store it.”

“Okay, I’m going to send you two home and retrieve Sandra. If you want, Sarah will gladly spend the night.”

“And you’ll watch from here?”

“Perhaps. After my plans for Sandra are finished a good lesbian three-way should be relaxing.”

They looked at one another and Irina said, “We may as well get to know her as best as we can.”

“When you arrive she’ll still be immobile and unaware until one of you kisses her on the lips. Whichever one of you kisses her will take her into that person’s service for the evening.”

“Huh?”

“Whoever kisses her will be called Mistress by Sarah. She takes her enslavement seriously and knows I’ve loaned her out to one of you. She just doesn’t know which one yet.”

“You got the penis. Can I have the slave?” Irina said laughing.

Jon held a hand up, stopping Tracy from responding, “Settle this over there. Zap!”

With that, Tracy and Irina found themselves naked in their apartment. Sarah stood immobile before them kissing no one. Sandra was nowhere to be seen.

“Can I?” Irina repeated?

“Okay, just wait I need to go the bathroom.”

“Gonna do it standing up?”

Tracy stopped short. “I hadn't considered it.” As she stepped into the bathroom she caused her penis to appear. “I wonder what I have to do.” She lifted the toilet seat and stood there. The urge to pee felt normal. She relaxed and hoped her aim was true. Suddenly a stream of urine ran toward the bowl. A quick adjustment and she had it landing in the center of the bowl. When it stopped she noticed a small drop of pee was still on her dick. She was not sure what to do.

“Give it a shake,” Irina said, startling Tracy.

“When did you come in?” Tracy asked as she gave her penis a couple shakes until it looked dry.

“Great now come on. I want you to have your first blow job,” Irina said as she returned to the parlor. She stepped up to Sarah's immobile form and kissed her.

“How may this slave serve, Mistress?” Sarah said when Irina stopped kissing her.

“I'd like you to give Tracy a blow job.” She replied pointing at Tracy.

“Gladly, Mistress. Should I do it where she is standing or will she sit down first?”

“What do you recommend?”

“This slave is no expert but some men prefer to sit to maximize the relaxing feeling of a blow job. Others prefer to feel dominant and so stand to maximize the feeling of being above the blow job giver.”

Tracy interrupted, “I'll sit on the sofa. But only if we'll be kissing while she's doing me.”

Irina smiled, “That was my intent.” Irina sat down on the sofa leaning back and indicated that Tracy should sit between her legs. Tracy joined her, her ass near the edge of the seat cushion. Irina's hands reached around and fondled Tracy's nipples. Sarah quickly knelt down in front of them and took Tracy's dick into her hand, caressing it gently to erection. Tracy turned her head back over her shoulder and kissed Irina as Sarah took her erection into her mouth.

Irina laughed as she saw Tracy's eyes grow wide. “Feels good?”

“You have no idea,” Tracy replied. Her hands instinctively reached for Sarah's hair. As Sarah began stroking up and down Tracy's dick. Tracy's hands settled on the sides of Sarah's head to provide guidance.

As Irina noticed Tracy having a hard time being attentive in her kissing, she increased her fondling of Tracy's breasts. Tracy's heavy breathing turned into moans of pleasure and she arched backward. Soon Irina could tell from the way Sarah was sucking that Tracy had cum.

Sarah swallowed and after a few last licks stood up and waited.

Tracy made a half-hearted attempt to rise but fell asleep leaning against Irina.

Irina sighed. “Typical man.” To Sarah she said, “Help me pick up Tracy and get her to bed.” Between the two of them they were able to get Tracy to bed.

“Are you hungry?” Irina asked as they left the bedroom. “I'm hungry. Do you like Chinese food?”

“Mistress, this slave can cook if you would like.”

“Oh, excellent. Check the kitchen and see if there is anything you can make.” Irina followed Sarah into the kitchenette. “Find anything.”

“This slave can make a tuna casserole with ingredients in the kitchen Mistress.”

“Oo, that sounds good. Go ahead.”

Sarah started preparing the meal.

“Tell me about yourself. Before you were a slave, were you a cook?” Irina asked.

“No, this slave was never a cook. This slave worked at a law office as an accountant. Master has not decided if this slave will stop working there or not.”

After a pause, Irina said, “I'm not good at being the Mistress. Usually I play subservient to Tracy's dominant role. I don't know what we'll do after we eat.”

Sarah asked, “May this slave make a suggestion, Mistress?”

“Sure.”

“Master has enabled me to use some of his spells on you and Tracy if you would like.”

“Really? Like what?”

“Master told this slave that Mistress is interested in being immobilized. Would you like to be tied up?”

“By magic? Oh, yes,” Irina said with glee. “What should I do?”

“Just stand there, Mistress. Please allow this slave to say Mistress's name.”

“Granted. When it's part of a spell it does not mean you are not a proper slave to use my name.”

“Thank you Mistress. Irina spread Irina.”

Cuffs appeared on Irina's wrists and ankles and her arms and legs immediately were pulled away from her body, anchored to the floor and ceiling.

“Oh, my,” Irina said. “This is great. Can you gag me?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Gag me until the food is ready and then ungag me and spoon feed me while I am still hanging here. If you can make me orgasm while you are cooking, so much the better. Just don't cause a fire.”

“As you command Mistress. Irina gag Irina. Irina plug Irina.”

Irina's mouth filled with an inflating gag that filled her mouth fully. She made some grunting noises that were barely audible. Immediately after that she noticed the dildo filling her pussy. Sarah stopped what she was doing and walked up to Irina and touched the dildo. Suddenly it was vibrating, hard. Irina's entire body arched from the surprise and the feel of the vibrator. The gag completely muffled her screams of pleasure. So intense were the feeling she could not watch Sarah working in the kitchen. At some point Sarah had sucked Irina's nipples and fondled her breasts but the vibrator was far more powerful. Irina came several times before the vibrator suddenly stopped. She did not even hear Sarah remove the gag. Irina breathed heavily for a moment.

“Time to eat, Mistress,” Sarah sing-songed as she shoved a spoonful of tuna casserole into Irina's mouth.

Still breathless, Irina chewed the food deliberately. “This is good.”

“This slave is glad to serve Mistress.”

Between bites Irina said, “You really are that devoted to being a slave aren't you?”

A look terror crossed Sarah's face, “Is that not obvious? Has this slave failed in this slave's obedience and devotion that Mistress must ask?” She dropped to her knees and bowed her head. “This slave has no excuse for her failure.”

“No, no, no, Sarah,” Irina exclaimed. “I wasn't questioning your devotion. I was asking if you really enslaved yourself without Jon's magic. Please get up and worry not about your performance.”

Sarah stood slowly, taking another spoonful of the casserole to feed to Irina. “Yes, this slave enslaved herself as Sarah McNell's last act of ego. Perhaps Master's magic helped this slave complete this slave's enslavement but it was the perfect culmination of this slave's desires.”

“You still respond to the name 'Sarah'.”

“Yes, Master commanded this slave to respond to the name Sarah. Does Mistress wish this slave not to?”

“No, I wouldn't want to give you a command counter to Jon's commands.”

Tracy walked in, her dick swinging gently between her legs. “Did Sarah truss you up?”

“With magic,” Irina replied. “Will you put that thing away?”

Tracy looked down at herself. “Oh, that's what hit my leg.” After a moment the cock and balls were replaced by her trimmed bush. “That smells good. Is there more of it?”

“This slave has prepared a bowl for Tracy. Where would you like it?”

“I'll eat at the table with you if you haven't eaten.” Tracy sat at the dinette table.

“This slave is not finished feeding Mistress. May this slave eat with Tracy. Mistress?”

“Of course. I've had enough. Turn that thing up to full again and I'll give you both a show while you eat.”

“As you wish, Mistress. Gag, too?”

As she had already turned the vibrator up to full, Irina shouted, “Oh, Yes!”

“Irina gag Irina,” Sarah said as she turned and placed two bowls of the casserole on the table.

Tracy stared at Irina's lithe body gyrating in ecstasy. “What is in her pussy?”

“Master's magic vibrator. It can only be removed by magic and the wearer cannot touch it, not that Mistress could reach it at the moment.”

Tracy resisted the urge to touch herself while watching Irina dance. “So how did you meet Jon?”

“Master cast a spell to find the closest woman who wanted to be completely enslaved and he compelled that woman to meet him at a local bar. This slave arrived at The Sunset Sunday evening as Sarah McNell and left the bar as Master's slave.”

“You did not know him at all before Sunday?”

“No.”

“Yet you wanted to be his slave?”

“A slave does not choose its owner. This slave is not playing a sex game. This slave is not merely submissive to this slave's dom. This slave would wither under anything less than complete enslavement.”

“And how long did Sarah McNell know this?”

“All her life. Sarah McNell could never find fulfillment in any relationship regardless of how much or how little her boyfriends pretended to 'own' her. Master does not pretend. Master owns this slave.”

Tracy pushed the empty bowl away from her and just looked at Sarah for a moment before shaking her head. “Doesn't your soul yearn to be free?”

“It never has before,” Sarah replied. She got up and put the dirty bowls in the sink. “Mistress looks exhausted. This slave has not been commanded to turn of Mistress's vibrator or to release her from her gag.”

Tracy regarded her lover's limp form hanging in the middle of the room. She got up and turned the vibrator off. She tried to remove it but it would not budge. “Release her.”

“Mistress did not command it.”

“Watch,” Tracy said to Sarah as she grasped Irina's limp head. “Irina, should Sarah ungag and untie you?” She then proceeded to cause Irina's head to nod up and down.

Sarah smiled as she stepped toward Irina. “As Mistress commands. Irina ungag Irina. Irina unchained Irina.”

Tracy and Sarah caught Irina's limp body as she dropped from the restraints. “Is it your turn to sleep?” Tracy asked.

Irina opened her eyes, “No, I'll be fine.” She whispered. “Put me on the sofa and I could use a drink.”

Tracy looked at Sarah. “How about removing the vibrator?”

Sarah looked at Irina who nodded. “Irina unplug Irina.” She said as she offered Irina a glass of water.

Irina took a sip. “That is just too good.”

“What is?” Tracy asked.

“All of it.” Irina grinned. “Being trussed up in an instant and released just as fast. And having a vibrator that can't fall out. Combined with our magic pussies that auto-lubricate and can't become sore.”

“That's too good?”

“He could just leave us in a state of permanent ecstasy. How would we escape? Why would we fight it? That is such a crazy power trip. That's why you bristled at it all. You don't like the role of the sub. He's a man and giving power to a man bothers you. I don't give a fuck about that. It feels good. What else matters?”

“He did offer to make us forget.”

“Could you untake the red pill, Trace?”

“Probably not.” Tracy admitted. “Maybe you should become like Sarah. She no longer has to think about it. All her decisions are made externally now.”

“I couldn't do that.”

“Why not?” Tracy asked. “Once you release control whatever he gives is the best thing in the world because you know it pleases him. Right Sarah? If Jon said he was going to turn you into a mule and sell you to a farm tomorrow. Would that please you?”

“Yes,” Sarah replied without hesitation. Seeing Irina's face she continued, “What pleases Master pleases this slave.”

Irina was still incredulous. “She means that. Wow.”

“Of course she does. And you have that control over her right now.”

“What?”

“Not the mule part, I assume. But anything you tell her to do she will attempt to do with all her ability.”

“This conversation has become way too deep. I think I need to vege out to a movie for a while before commanding anyone to do anything for a while.”

“Yes, let's just sit on the sofa, watch television, and cuddle.”

“Does that include me, Mistress?” Sarah asked.

“Of course.”