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Chapter 1--Almost Doll

"I can't believe you're doing this for me," Della Compton said as she sat on the edge of the elegant pastel-colored bed next to her best friend, Olivia DeLouise. Olivia's cousin, Jenna Antonelli, stood in front of them, looking more like a cheerleader than any kind of witch or sorceress Della had ever imagined. 

"Yeah," the tall blonde with perfect hair and a dream figure in her short skirt and form-fitting sweater said. "It's no big. I like doing stuff like this. It helps me flex the skills and keep up the practice." 

"Thanks. I know this means a lot to Della and she means a lot to me." Olivia and Della met in kindergarten and had been friends since. While Olivia grew up with money and status, she had never been nearly as attractive or popular as Della. Money didn't help you get noticed when you were built shorter with wider shoulders and a round face. Even the best make-up and clothes only made her feel passable around her friend. Maybe that's why she dyed her normally mousy brown hair like a rainbow to try to stand out. 

"All good in the hood," Jenna said with a thoroughly put-on accent. "So, let me make sure I get this right before I cast the spell. We don't want anything to go wrong." "Right," Olivia and I said practically in unison.

"Okay... So, you," she said, looking directly at Della, "want to spend your week off as a doll. Well, technically as one of Olivia's dolls. Only, you don't want to just be a doll but to be autonomous and able to speak and move and stuff like that, but you want to be as close to being one of Olivia's dolls as possible."

"That's right," Della said. "You can still do that, can't you?"

The girl sat with her pale legs crossed and bounced one knee lightly, almost sending her thong sandal flying onto the floor. She wore a pair of cut-off jeans shorts and a green tank top with a picture of The Muppets on it. Her red curls floated barely an inch above her shoulders, and her barely-there smatter of freckles gave her that all-American look people loved to see in the movies where the regular nice girl beats out the glamorous slut. 

Jenna nodded. "No problem. I just need to make sure you get what you want and still don't turn completely into just a motionless doll. I assume you want to be able to interact with both my cousin and the other dolls."

"Oh, absolutely. I've dreamed about something like this ever since I was a little girl."

"Okay," Jenna said and she turned to face Olivia. "And for the next week, you're going to be the owner of the almost-doll she becomes."

"That sounds about right," Olivia said. "I wouldn't let her do it without having me around to make sure she is protected."

"Of course. Even for a relatively safe spell like this one, there are always lots of variables that don't get taken into account because you just couldn't have seen them coming." Jenna smiled. "But I'm also gonna add a protection aura to the spell. That way your doll version --" She turned to look at Della again. "--won't be hurt by things like falling off a shelf or being stuck in an airtight container or typical doll things like that." "Oh," Olivia said. "That's great. I hadn't thought of that." "Me neither," said Della.

"I figured. As a regular doll that wouldn't hurt you, but as a human, living doll, you'd still have biological needs like breathing and not falling ten times your size to a sudden stop on a hardwood floor." Both girls nodded. 

"Okay," Jenna said, scratching the back of her neck. "The magic is building up. I can feel the itchy sensation in my neck so I'm ready whenever you two are." Both girls nodded again. 

"Della, do you bind yourself by the criteria we established for your transformation? Do you willingly bind yourself to become a doll-like girl and the property of Olivia DeLouise? And do you bind yourself by your own admission to be transformed for the next seven days?"

"Yeah. I do."

"You'll have to say, 'I bind myself.'" "Oh, sorry. In that case, yes, I bind myself." Jenna nodded. 

"And you, Olivia, do you bind yourself to become the owner of the transformed doll girl? Do you bind yourself to commit to her care and protection and to play with her and help her fantasy come true?"

"I bind myself."

"So be it as you have bound. Let all laws of the supernatural world usurp those of the natural one. Let you both become as the words of your pact."

There was a bright flash of light, and when it cleared, everyone was still in the same position. Except, Della was only eleven and a half inches tall and lost beneath a bundle of what had been her top, shorts, and underwear. 

After a few moments, two tiny hands emerged from the pile of clothing, followed by the tiny girl's head. "A little help, please? I didn't expect to be covered up in my giant outfit."

"See," Olivia said with a laugh. "Like Jenna said. Things we didn't expect." 

"I didn't expect to be naked either."

"Oh, I knew if you were my doll to play with, you'd end up naked sooner or later. Dressing up your dolls is the best kind of fun to have with them, isn't it?"

"Well," Della said as she finally pulled her full, nude form out of the jumble of cloth and sat cross-legged in one of the cups of her bra. "This is weird." "Hey, come here. I've got some clothes for you," Olivia said.

Immediately Della stood up and walked the few steps to where Olivia was sitting. She didn't even think about it. Just did it. 

"I've got just the thing. I'll be perfect for you." 

Olivia gripped the doll girl around her waist gently and carried her to a table where a custom-made two-story doll house sat. She opened it with her free hand and grabbed a chest from inside. Then she sat Della down near the swivel point where the structure divided. Olivia opened the chest carefully and rummaged through while Della shook the fogginess from her brain. 

"Here," Olivia said. "Put this on." 

Della's giant best friend handed her a white miniskirt with a single snap in the back. The material was rough, not at all soft like regular clothes, but then again, dolls didn't typically care what their outfits felt like. Along with the miniskirt was a cropped top pink T-shirt with the Barbie logo on the front. The finishing touch was a pair of plastic boots with a thick, low heel. 

Della couldn't begin to imagine how the doll clothes might feel -- or even fit -but, to her surprise, they fit her perfectly for her new size. Even the boots, though she worried about the lack of support they might have. Still, she was a doll, and she needed an outfit so she didn't wander around naked. 

Unless, of course, she needed to be naked. 

Whoa! she thought. Where did that come from?

When she was fully dressed in the doll clothes -- no underwear, she noticed -- she walked to the center of the table and gave a swirl to show off the outfit. 

Olivia beamed. Jenna clapped. 

"What do you think? Cute, right?" Olivia asked. 

She nodded. "It's cute," she said, even though she would have preferred to ask for something softer. Still, it was what she wanted for the week. A doll's life. She was only getting what she wanted. 

Olivia, she thought, but the word didn't come out right. Instead, it came out as "Owner." 

"Oh, that's cute."

Della tried it again. But the name wouldn't form on her lips. 

"Owner," she said again. 

"Yes, doll?" Olivia said. 

"I can't say your name, Owner." 

"That's sweet how you're committing to the part, but you don't have to call me owner." 

The doll girl shook her head. "No, Owner. I can't say your name. I'm trying. It won't come out. Every time it changes to Owner before I can say it."

"Stop being so silly, Della."

"I'm not being silly, Owner."

"What's my name?" 

"Your name is Olivia." 

Phew. There. She had managed to say it.

"So who am I?" "You are my Owner." Oh shit. 

Chapter Two--Binding Really Binds 

"Tell me who you are," Olivia said, her voice raised and more than a little tense. 

"I'm your new doll, Della."

"And tell me who I am again."

"You're my new Owner." 

"Why can't she say my name?" Olivia asked, taking Jenna's hand.

Jenna scrunched up her face in thought and finally said. "My guess is it has something to do with the way the bindings were worded. Let's see, what exactly did you too say to enter this agreement for the spell?" She wrinkled in thought again. "A-ha. I've got it. Della agreed to become your doll, not just a doll, YOUR doll. I remember the word was 'property.' That's why the spell binds her as not just your best friend anymore. For the next week, while the spell is active, she's your property. You literally own her, and she sees it that way. It's a part of who and what she is right now." "What?!" Della yelped.

"Shush," Olivia said. "Let me think." Immediately the doll girl shut up. 

"Did you notice that?" Jenna asked. 

"Notice what?" 

"I thought it was odd earlier, but I'm sure now." 

"What?!"

"You told her to be quiet, and she shut up."

"So?"

"Well, you also told her to come to you, and she did without a second thought. And when you told her to put on the clothes, she did that too without complaining. I think because she's your doll and you're her owner, she has to do what you tell her. You're the boss."

"No way?!"

"I really think so." Jenna knelt on the floor and stared at the doll girl sitting quietly on the table. "Let's try something to test it out."

"Okay. What?"

"Well, let's give her a doll name. What kind of cute name do you want her to have while she's your doll?"

Della made a face that said she didn't like where the conversation was headed.

"What's wrong with just using her name?"

"Well, tell her to smile then."

"Don't make such a face, little doll. Give me a big smile, okay."

Suddenly Della changed the grimace into a wide, sincere smile. 

"Whoa?!"

"Yep. Try the name thing."

"Okay. But only because you said so, not to be mean to her."

Della said waiting, her smile still frozen on her lovely, tiny face.

"Okay, dolly, for the rest of the week, your name isn't Della. It's Dee-Dee. You're my precious, sweet, fun Dee-Dee the Doll."

"You have to let her talk again," Jenna said.

"Oh, right. Sorry." She turned to the silent doll on the table. "Go ahead. You don't have to be quiet anymore."

"What's going on, Owner? This isn't funny."

"Don't freak out," Jenna said. "It's your wish, remember." "Yeah, don't freak out," Olivia said.

Suddenly, Dee-Dee the Doll felt much better. It was only for a week. She had wanted to be a doll. She had wanted to be her Owner's doll. She had wanted to be played with and to play with her Owner's other dolls. There was nothing to worry about.

"Who are you?" Jenna asked. 

The happy doll answers quickly. "I'm Dee-Dee."

"What do you want to do, Dee-Dee?"

"I want to play with my Owner and her other dolls."

Jenna turned to face Olivia again. "Convinced now?" "You two planned this. You're punkin' me, aren't you?" Jenna shook her head. 

Dee-Dee did the same. 

Olivia tapped the side of her brow suddenly. "Okay, Dee-Dee, you can have your own free will back." 

The doll girl's body lost its relaxed composure and she tensed up. As she stood again, she said, "Thank you, Owner. That was weird." Then she made an angry face. "I mean, Owner. No, not Owner. Owner. Crap. I still can't say it." 

"Stop it. Say my name."

"Olivia."

"Who am I?" 

"My Owner."

"What is your owner's name?" 

"Olivia."

"And who is your best friend?"

"My Owner is my best friend."

"Stop it. This isn't funny."

Dee-Dee stopped talking or moving.

"Fuck," Olivia said. "I didn't plan on this."

"It's the unexpected stuff you have to be the most careful about. That's why I mentioned that earlier. You two can still have lots of fun together, but you'll just have to be careful not to accidentally take advantage of her while she's your doll."

"I still think you're punkin' me." Then Olivia got a wicked gleam in her eye. "Okay, I'm gonna make you do something you really hate, Dee-Dee Doll. That way I can know you're not playing a joke on me."

The doll nodded but didn't speak.

"Take off your outfit."

Dee-Dee the Doll stripped out of the boots, then the top and skirt, and stood naked on the table. 

"Dance."

Dee-Dee twirled and wiggled to music that existed only in her cute little dolly head.

"Stop."

Dee-Dee stopped dancing.

"Now, come over to me. I want to see you up close."

Dee-Dee walked over, thinking how fortunate she was that her owner was paying attention to her. 

"Take a look at this," Olivia said, her voice full of excitement. "Look at her."

Jenna leaned in to get a closer looker too. "What am I looking for?"

"Her body. It's like a doll's body." 

"Well, yeah. She's only eleven and a half inches tall."

"No, not that. Look at her boobs. No nipples."

Jenna leaned in even closer. Olivia was right. Dee-Dee had no recognizable nipples. She reached out and rubbed her thumb over the doll girl's breasts. There was the texture of a nipple, but the boob was all one single skin color, hiding the presence of a real-life girl's anatomy. 

"And her crotch too!" Olivia said. "There's a tiny slit, but you have to really look for it. She almost totally smooth down there just like a real doll."

"Well, the magic was to make her as much like your doll as possible. She can still walk and talk, but she looks like a doll and she has to obey you since you're her owner. So that makes sense."

"Damn, those binding things really work."

"They do. Magic would be too dangerous without willing and binding oaths." 

"Still. Wow."

Olivia looked down at the naked Dee-Dee. 

"Oh, I'm sorry. Have free will again." "Can I please get dressed?" she asked. 

Olivia smiled.

"Can I pick something else to wear please?"

"Sure." 

An hour later, Olivia was sitting in a chair at the table where the doll mansion resided. Dee-Dee was sitting as well, but at a table that had been built to go along with the house, a table more appropriate for her size. Both were enjoying a cup of tea in relation to their stature. 

"I'm really sorry," Olivia was repeated for the fifth or sixth time. "I honestly didn't plan for any of this. I never wanted something like this to happen."

"It's okay," Dee-Dee repeated. "I know that. I still didn't really expect the spell to work. How could we have known? Besides, I trust you."

"Still. I hate this."

"Why? As you as you don't take advantage of it, we'll both be fine."

"I guess so." 

Olivia was in her yoga pants and a baggy college sweatshirt with her rainbow hair in a loose ponytail. Dee-Dee sat at the table in a dark green dress and bare feet.

"You think someone would have invented underwear for Barbie dolls."

"I could always get you a bikini."

"It's not the same." 

"I guess not." Several seconds passed in silence. "What do you wanna do first? I mean, this is your wish and everything."

"Right. Sorry, I got sidetracked by the whole being controlled thing."

"No surprise there, Della."

"How 'bout a tea party then?"

Olivia's face blossomed at the thought. "Oh, I had so many pretty dresses you could try."

Dee-Dee laughed. "Somehow I knew you'd say that."

Chapter 3--Solo Adventure 

After Friday's fashion show in the twenty or so dresses her Owner had picked out for me, Dee-Dee fell into a deep, restful sleep on the inflatable bed that sat on the second-floor master bedroom in her new temporary home for the week. For her size, the air cushion was surprisingly comfortable and she managed to sleep through the night. 

When she awoke finally, the main room, the spare bedroom where her Owner housed her vast collection of dolls, was bathed in bright sunlight. Thankfully, the more confining dimensions of the dollhouse suite blocked out a lot of it and allowed her to sleep later than she might have otherwise. 

"Hmm," she said, stretching. 

For a moment Dee-Dee forgot she was a doll. But when she realized she had slept in a room she didn't know, the realization hit her. 

"That's right," she mumbled. "I'm in the dollhouse. I wonder where my Owner is."

She shook her head and sighed. All that Owner shit again, no matter how much her brain wanted to think of her former best friend and now Owner as the girl's actual identity, unless she was told to directly, her poor little head just couldn't get the words of the name out. 

"Well," she said aloud, "at least she didn't tell me to be still or be quiet before she 

went to sleep. That would have really been weird, waking up without being able to speak or move." 

She got up and went to the chest that her Owner had kindly placed in the corner of her room. She opened it and found a quarter of a sheet of paper folded and placed on top of the clothing. When she unfolded the paper, even at its small size, it was larger than a piece of poster board for me, so she laid it down on the floor and read it while she sat on the edge of the trunk. 

Dearest Dee-Dee Dolly,

I should have woken you up but I just couldn't. You were sleeping so soundly, and you looked so cute in your little dolly nightgown. So I let you sleep. Anyway, I got called into work since Monica had to call out sick. I'll be back after three. 

Put on something pretty and have fun with the other dolls until I get back. 

I put some granola and a few cheese cubes on the table in the kitchen downstairs for when you get hungry. I'll fix a better dinner tonight. I just wasn't sure what to give you at your size. 

See ya soon, Olivia

As she read the note, she noticed that her mind read the name as Owner despite it being spelled out. She also wondered how the hell she was supposed to get downstairs in her house to the kitchen and climb up on the damn table to get the food that had been left for her.

Of course, she quickly realized that her Owner had meant the her kitchen. Well, the kitchen in the dollhouse. It was downstairs too. 

She rummaged through the trunk and found a silver mini-dress, a pair of shimmery faux silver stockings, and a plastic necklace with rhinestones. She slipped out of the pink nighty she had given me to sleep in, and quickly put on the fancy outfit. 

Without underwear again.

Of course. 

That was another of the surprises neither her Owner nor she had planned for or 

could have known to expect. But she could store it in her brain for next time. 

Hell. She was already thinking of a next time. 

Or maybe that was just her empty head still thinking of being owned and of pleasing her Owner. 

After putting on the dress, she also found a pair of white, plastic heels and stepped into them, finding them a lot more stable and even more comfortable than she had expected. She surveyed her appearance in the oval mirror and thought she looked really, really elegant. Not at all like the way she would normally dress. Why had she chosen something so fancy? she wondered.

Then it hit her. The note. 

She read it again. 

Her Owner had told her, even without speaking it, just by writing it, to "put on something pretty" -- so that's exactly what she had done. 

She was a pretty damn obedient toy, like it or not. And at the moment she was also a damn pretty toy too. 

Dee-Dee brushed her hair with the pink plastic brush until it looked good enough to go with her dress and heels. Only then did she make her way down the wooden custom-made stairs to go eat.

That's when she found the surprise her Owner had left her. Not just the food, but she had set two other dolls at the table. She had provided her with guests to entertain. She was glad that she had taken the time to look her best. 

Dee-Dee wasn't stupid. She didn't believe -- even with the new rules in play -- that the dolls were real by any stroke of the imagination, but she still wanted to treat them as if they were visiting friends. She placed mugs for both and she gave each a plate and gave them each a bit of cheese and granola, even though She knew it would go uneaten. 

The cheese cubes were so big she felt that just one would have lasted her several days, and the granola was the same. Still, she ate heartily, though she made no dent in the tiny supply -- by her standards -- her Owner had left for her in her kindness. 

Halfway through breakfast, which could have been well past noon since there was no clock in the room that she could see, the door opened and she sat as still as she could. 

A girl entered the room and peeked inside. 

Opal. Her Owner's teenage sister. 

"Can you believe this shit?" she said, and there was a soft meow in response.

An orange tabby had followed her into the room, and it took the opportunity to sniff the air, realize there was cheese available, and leap to the table. The cat shoved its head into the dollhouse and grabbed and ate the cheese, leaving a mess of the plates and mugs. 

But Dee-Dee remained still. The cat had no interest in the dolls. And she was just one of the dolls.

At least as long as it didn't smell the still-living meat that made up her dollish 

body. If it did that, she might be thoroughly screwed, at best a chew toy and at worst a snack. 

She held her breath as the cat poked its head in one more time to lick up the remaining crumbs of cheese, then pulled away and jumped back onto the floor. 

"Why not? It's not like she wasn't wasting it with her pretending and dolls. Sometimes I wonder how can still love shit like that at her age. I sure hope when I get to college, I don't act like a fucking kid still." The girl tapped her thigh.

"C'mon, Leo," she said. "I don't even know why I poked her head in here. She said something about a new doll. Like I'd even want to mess with it. Not like she even should have bothered to tell me not to. Hell, I can't tell what's new and what's same old, same old." She laughed. "Not that I care either." 

The girl turned and left, and she heard Leo follow along. she could tell by the way his mewing got further and further away. 

When they were gone completely, Dee-Dee finally sucked in a deep breath. 

"That was close," she said to her guests. "I know our Owner's friend said the magic would protect me, but I don't want to put that to the test against that creature's teeth."

She got up from the table and cleaned the floor. She put the plastic dishes away in the sink and wished that she had a home with running water to wash them. The best she could do was wipe them off with a sliver of tissue paper that had been cut to fit over her kitchen towel racks. 

"Well, what's next?" she asked her silent companions. 

She let them remain in the kitchen while she investigated the dollhouse. 

Downstairs was a library opposite the kitchen on the same side, only the bookcase and books were all built together and painted as one unit just for decoration, so none of the titles were actually individual books. She wondered if she could even find books that small or if that would require more magic. 

And if that, maybe she could get some of her panties and bras shrunk for her too. 

Since the house was open she had to leave it to walk to the other side of the pivot joints. On that side was a sitting room with a wooden chair that was painted to look like a padded leather chair, but it was stiff and flat despite the quality of the paint job. Beside that room was a small glassed-in, well, plasticed-in, porch with plastic, faux wicker chairs, and a fake plant on a table between them. 

She sat for a bit, but she got bored quickly, so she went back to the other side and figured she'd search upstairs. Only, she learned it was impossible. The stairs were on the bedroom, kitchen, and library side of the dollhouse, and the other rooms, which looked to be another bedroom and some kind of lounge, were on the other side -- the side without the stairs. So, before she could explore that part of the second floor, the house would have to be put back together. 

Oh well. 

She returned to the kitchen and sat with the girls. 

"Well, I'm not sure I have much to offer you here yet."

She thought of looking for her phone and using it as a sort of television in the library or sitting room. She walked to the edge of the table after excusing herself from her quiet guests and looked all over the room to see if she had left it lying around before the transformation. 

She saw it almost immediately. It lay on top of the bed, close enough to the edge for her to make out the bright green case. 

Now she just had to figure out how to get it if she didn't want to wait until her Owner got home to help her. That would be the safest route, but that way wouldn't help her boredom one bit. 

Luckily the chair her Owner had used yesterday was still near enough to the table her house was on for her to jump to. She was confident that even if she missed the spindle on the back the fall wouldn't hurt her after the protection aura that her Owner's witch friend had mentioned. But as sure as she was, she still preferred to make her way down without risking the fall. 

In the end, she got a running start and jumped. Luckily she managed to wrap her arms and legs around one of the spindles. From there, it was easy enough to climb down from knotted bulb to knotted bulb until she finally reached the seat. At her height, the jump from the seat to the floor was roughly the equivalent of twenty-five or thirty feet. 

And she still needed to climb up the bed cover to reach the phone. 

It was going to be a difficult afternoon's work. 

But again luck was on her side. Her Owner had left a scarf in the seat, one she typically used as a hair tie, and she knotted it around one of the spindles and used all the tiny strength she had to climb down to the floor. 

Once there, Dee-Dee sighed and sat down cross-legged for a few minutes. The effort had winded her and worn her out, and she needed a break. 

She was about to get up and give the last part of her climb a shot when she heard the cat again. 

She jerked her eyes to the bedroom door and saw it was cracked open about a half-inch. That stupid Opal had neglected to click it closed all the way. She ran to the door and pushed against it. 

Of course, it didn't budge. She just didn't have the power to move it since it was one of the expensive, solid doors and not the cheap hollow ones she was used to. 

Still, the cat wasn't around. He had just walked by and moved on down the hallway. She even peeked out through the space to make sure. Thankfully, Leo wasn't anywhere to be seen. 

That was a lucky break, and she knew it. 

Okay, she thought. Let's go get that phone and do something about this boredom.

She walked to the bed and then bunched as much of the cover into her grip as she could and started to climb. It took forever, but she finally made it and lay down on her phone to rest. After another few minutes to rest, she flipped the phone over with lots more effort and got it turned on. 

Even her tiny hands had enough force to get the buttons and icons to respond, and in a few more minutes she had an anime streaming service on and sat down to watch a show. 

Only, of course she hadn't thought about the volume. 

The show started with a bouncy song at a volume that hurt her tiny ears, and she turned it lower until she figured it wouldn't bother her or be noticeable to anyone else. 

Stupidly, she didn't take a cat's hearing into account. 

She was into the first scene after the theme song when she heard Leo meow loudly in the room. She peered over the bed and saw him looking up at her with the most curious look I'd ever seen on an animal. 

Oh, crap, she thought. Oh, crap. Oh, crap. Oh, crap. 

Dee-Dee dove under the pillow shams and lay as still as possible. It would have been a perfect time for her Owner to tell her to shut up and stop moving. Of course, if she had been in the room, she could have just as easily shooed the cat away and saved her that way too. 

The weight on the bed shifted as the cat jumped and landed a few feet away from her. He nosed at her phone, then eventually must have figured it was nothing interesting after all, and he walked around in a few circles and curled up to sleep in a spot where the sun was shining in. 

She kept her tasty little doll ass under the pillow and waited for the stupid cat to leave. 

He didn't. 

At least not until quite a long time had gone by. That's when Opal barged into the room calling for him. 

"Shit," she said. "I guess I forgot to close this, huh?" Yeah, she thought, no shit, Sherlock. 

The girl walked past the table with the dollhouse but never noticed one doll missing from the kitchen. Instead, she was drawn to her phone, which she picked up and looked at curiously. 

"How did this thing get turned on?" she asked no one. 

She was still holding it when she heard footsteps outside the door. In a moment, Dee-Dee's Owner stepped into the room with a frown. 

"How many times do I have to tell you to stay out of my doll room, Opal? Some of these are worth a lot and I don't need you breaking anything" 

"I heard this phone going off. Whose is it?"

"Get out," her Owner said, jerking her phone from her sister's hand. "It's my friend 

Della's. I guess she left it yesterday. Not that it's any of your business."

"Yeah, whatever, fine." The teenager lifted the cat from the bed. "C'mon, Leo, we know where we're not wanted."

When Opal was gone, her Owner shut the door loudly and locked it. Then she stood still and examined the room for any sign of her. 

"Della?" she asked. "Della, where are you?"

She wanted to answer, but she found she couldn't. She wasn't Della after all. She was Dee-Dee, Dee-Dee the Doll.

"Stop playing around, Della. Where are you?" 

She couldn't answer, but she could still move, so she crawled out from under the pillow and stood up to wave.

"Oh, shit. Why didn't you answer me, Della?"

She smiled. "My name isn't Della, Owner. It's Dee-Dee." 

"Oh fuck," her Owner said. "I was so freaked out I totally forgot about that." 

"I'm glad you're home," she said. "I was afraid that cat might eat me or something."

"What the hell were you doing on the bed anyway? Why did you leave the safety of your dollhouse?"

"I wanted my phone so I could watch TV. I had breakfast -- or was it brunch; I can't see the clock from here -- with the girls, but we got bored and I figured I could use the phone as a big-screen TV and the three of us could watch something." "Three of you?" her Owner asked absently.

"Yes, Owner. You wanted me to have fun with the other dolls so that's what I was trying to do."

The light of realization turned on in her eyes. 

"Ah, my note. Is that why you put on such a fancy outfit?"

She nodded. "Isn't it pretty?"

She grinned. "It certainly is." Then she walked over and sat beside her on the bed. 

"I'm gonna have to be more careful about that." She lifted her to her chest and hugged her. "I'm so glad you're okay." 

"I'm fine. I was scared, but I'm fine."

"Well, we're going to have to figure out some kind of plan for when I have to go to work. I can't trust that my sister is going to pay attention to my 'No Opal' rule. And the same goes for Leo. He's a sweetie to regular-sized folks, but you're right. You're more the size of a tasty meal, maybe even leftovers. You'd be like two whole rats worth of lean meat."

Dee-Dee shuddered. "I really don't want to think about that." 

"Well, in that case, I won't tell you to play with him then."

"Please don't." 

She laughed. "Hell no. You're my doll to play with, not one of his cat toys."

She smiled and the words made her feel all warm inside. 

"But we do have to figure out something to do to keep you safe while I'm gone."

She carried her to the dollhouse and set her on the table again, then got her phone and brought it over. "I'll try to remember to charge this overnight and set it up for you in the house so you don't get bored when you're alone."

"I wasn't alone. Not really. I had the girls over for company. They don't say anything but it's still nice just knowing they're there."

She wrinkled up her face in thought. her words obviously didn't make sense to her. Hell, they barely made sense to her, and she was the one who said them.

"Anyway, let me think on that, and I'll see if I can't figure something out. But for now..." she said and went to the high shelf for the Barbie Pool Playset. 

Dee-Dee clapped. 

"I think you've earned a pool party. Go pick out a cute bikini while I fill up the pool."

Dee-Dee did just that. 

 Chapter 4--Modes Operandi 

After the pool party with four other dolls, Dee-Dee lounged in the water while her Owner put her companions away and wiped up the spots where we had splashed a mess onto the table. It's funny, she thought, she kept thinking of them as 'other' dolls -- as if she were one of them, not that different, not alive, not a real woman. 

Of course, with the magical whammy the spell's rules did on her free will, the idea was closer to the truth than she liked to admit. But when she was in the middle of doll play, it didn't seem to bother her, as if any cares and concerns were just, poof, right out of her head. 

When the area was clean, her Owner waved her hand at her to shoo her from the pool finally. She guessed she didn't want to just command her to and override her freedom. So she got out anyway, and her Owner carefully carried the pull to the hallway bathroom and poured the water into the sink before returning to wipe it dry and put it back on top of the shelf for later. 

"Did you like that?"

"Yeah," Dee-Dee said, nodding. "It was relaxing."

"Me too," she said. "It's really cool since you do all the moving around by yourself so I can just do the other dolls."

"Other dolls," she said. "I was just thinking about that."

"Yeah, sorry. I know you're not a doll, Dee-Dee."

She grinned. "I'm your doll, Owner."

"Well, yeah. In a manner of speaking, thanks to the spell."

"It's okay. I like being your Dee-Dee Dolly."

She grinned, then let it relax into a warm, sincere smile. 

"Anyway, about all that..."

She cocked her head to the side, waiting for her to continue.

"We still need to figure out how to keep you safe while I'm gone. I still don't trust either Opal or Leo."

"Right."

"So I've been thinking." 

Her Owner sat on the bed and crossed her legs then lifted her eyes to look at her where she still waited on the table. She didn't make any move to come get her, so she sat down in her bright yellow bikini with her legs straight out in front of her. 

"It might be safest to put you away like the other dolls when I'm not here."

"Put me away?"

"Yeah," she said, motioning to the shelf filled with packaged dolls. Some were in original boxes. Some were secured in plastic tubes. Still others were held in place by a doll stand and a clip around their waist. "That way you'll be out of reach, and you won't be able to get yourself into any trouble by exploring without me here to help you." "I'm not sure I --" she started but her Owner interrupted her.

"I've got several spare tubes in the closet and even two leftover stands from when I sold the two Disney princess dolls on eBay. I could put you in either of those. I'd just need a way to make sure you didn't act in your own worst interest while I was gone." "Owner?" Dee-Dee asked timidly.

But she was in the zone and not stopped any time soon. 

"Whichever you'd prefer, of course," she said without missing a beat or even stopping to breathe, or so it sounded to her anyway. "And then I'd take you out to play with you as soon as I got home. I mean, it wouldn't be that often, since I'm only working twenty-six hours this week. That's only a few hours per day except for the classes I have to attend on campus on Tuesday and Thursday nights." "Owner?" Dee-Dee asked again. 

This time she stopped and smiled.

"Yeah. What's on your mind?"

"Do you really have to put me on display? I don't know how comfortable I am with that." 

"Well, you are my doll, aren't you?"

"Yes, Owner. I'm your doll." 

"Do dolls play by themselves when their owners are away?"

"They do in the Toy Story movies."

She laughed. "This isn't Toy Story, sweet Dee-Dee. And even if it was, that's the kind of behavior that can get you turned into a cat's chew toy. I don't want that to happen to my best friend."

"Thank you, Owner, but..."

She tried but couldn't think of a single argument other than she didn't want to get put in a box.

"Well?"

"I mean, I guess you're right. But it would be so boring."

"We'll figure out some way to fix that. Promise. I just want you to be safe, that's all."

She stood up and went to the closet. When she closed it again she had a storage tube in her hand. 

"Be still, okay? Let me think for a minute." She got still. 

After a bit, her Owner snapped her fingers. "I've got it." Dee-Dee remained still. 

"Oh, sorry, you can move. My bad."

"Thanks."

"Here's what we'll do. Ready? Do you trust me?"

"Of course I trust you. You're my Owner."

The giant girl grinned. "Cool. Okay. Here goes." She sucked in a long breath before she spoke. "When I say the words 'doll mode,' you will be still and quiet. You will not move on your own but you will remain pliable so that I or anyone I allow can move you just like any real doll, only at any of your human joints. Also, whenever you are in 

'doll mode,' you will think about all the fun you will have when I return to play with you. 

That way you won't get bored just sitting around on my shelf." Dee-Dee nodded. 

"That's kind of --" the doll said, but got cut off. 

"Doll mode," her Owner said.

In a flash, Dee-Dee dropped her arms to her side and stood still. Her Owner walked to her and picked her up from the table. She bent Dee-Dee's arm at the elbow easily. It stayed in that position. Then she bent both legs so the doll was in a kneeling position. She remained just as she had been posed. 

"Good. Good."

Her Owner straightened her limbs and opened the top of the plastic tube. Then she carefully slid the doll girl inside and put the lid back on. She sat the freshly packaged doll on the table. Then she got an idea. She lay the tube on its side and rolled it over several times to see if the doll was just faking it. But the tiny girl remained in her static pose, even as she bounced inside the tube against the sides with each rotation. 

"Okay. Well, that's that, I guess." 

She stood the tube up straight and returned to her bed. The doll stared ahead. It was all it could do. 

Inside the tube, Dee-Dee watched her Owner and wondered why she didn't take her out to play with her. She belonged to her, didn't she? And dolls were made to be played with. Still, her time would come. She was just the doll. She wasn't the boss. 

"So, that's got Doll Mode sorted out. Now let's get the rest of the modes you'll need to be the best doll ever."

She crossed her legs and cracked her neck once to each side. 

"Now, when I see 'Free Mode,' you will have all your free will that you normally do as allowed by the spell. You'll be able to freely move and speak on your own."

Now the modes were making sense to the little doll girl in the plastic display tube. 

She could be turned on and off like a very special doll. 

"And when I say 'Play Mode,' you will act like a doll and do doll things. You will be able to do them freely of your own will, but you will only be able to choose things that would be important to the life of a doll, things like the pool party, hanging out with doll friends, posing in cute outfits, or dancing with your doll friends and doll boyfriend, that sort of thing. I want you to really enjoy your time being a doll and not be burdened by the rest of your thoughts outside that life for this week when we are playing." The girl stopped and sighed. 

"I think that ought to do it. What do you think, Dee-Dee?"

Dee-Dee wanted to answer, but she found herself unable. She was in doll mode. 

"Wow, that works better than I thought it would." Her Owner laughed. "Okay, sweetie. Free mode."

Immediately Dee-Dee pushed against the walls of her tube. "Please let me out of here," she begged. "I don't like this." 

"I didn't hear you complaining earlier."

"I didn't mind it earlier. But I mind it now. I'm feeling claustrophobic."

"Sure, just let me try something first. Play mode."

Dee-Dee's anxiety suddenly evaporated. She still didn't like being in the storage tube because she wanted to be out and she wanted to play with her Owner and the other dolls. But the package didn't feel as if it was closing in on her, and that was at least something. 

"How do you feel now, little doll?"

"I want to play. Can you let me out and let me hang out with my friends, please?" She all but bounced with eagerness inside the plastic. 

"Cute. Really cute. I guess I got all that figured out right then." The giant Owner walked to the table, lifted the tube, then popped open the top and tilted it so that Dee-Dee could slide out into her hand. Dee-Dee held on to her Owner's thumb for balance as she was lifted to the massive face. 

"Owner? Please be careful with me."

"You really are just the cutest thing, Dee-Dee. I hope you know that." 

Her Owner pulled the doll closer to her face until her lips almost touched the tiny doll head. Then she pressed those lips against the tiny face. 

"I'm sorry. I just can't help it." 

"It's okay, Owner. I like it when you play with me." "So freakin' cute," her owner squeed.

Her Owner set her on the table again. "What do you want to play?" she asked. 

"Can we do another fashion show?"

"Of course we can. I've got tons of dolls clothes I'd love to see you in. Hang on."

She went to the closet and returned with a gallon zip bag stuffed to overflowing with doll outfits.

"I picked these up for five bucks at a yard sale a few weeks ago." "Oooh!" Dee-Dee squealed. 

Seeing all the outfits got the doll girl so excited she couldn't wait to strip out of her bikini and start to model them for her Owner. She couldn't wait to see the loving, approving gaze as her Owner watched her show off each outfit, walking across the table like a Paris catwalk.

After the fashion show, her owner put her back in Free Mode and brought dinner up and placed it in the doll house kitchen. A sliver of scrambled eggs, a few crumbles of bacon, and a thimble of orange juice to use to fill up her plastic mugs from the kitchen counter. 

Dee-Dee ate ravenously and actually finished off all the food for once thanks to her crazy day of hiding from the giant cat, enjoying the pool party, getting programmed for 'modes' by her Owner, and an hour-long fashion show of outfits ranging from fancy dresses to costumes like maids, flight attendants, and nurses. Apparently, the bag of doll clothing had belonged to the dolls purchased in the Seventies and earlier. 

"So, how'd you like P-L-A-Y Mode?" her Owner asked as she watched her doll eat. She spelled the word to keep the doll from activating, Dee-Dee guessed.

"It's weird," Dee-Dee said. "It's like I know you're controlling me but I don't care. It just makes it that much easier to have fun as a doll. I don't like that I like it, but I do like it. Does that make sense?"

"Kinda plays hell with the feminist inside you, huh?"

"I don't even think it's that," Dee-Dee said. "It's almost like it's my choice to 

choose not to have a choice. So it's like I'm empowering my own diminishment."

"Even though I'm the one who created the modes?"

"Yeah, even though. It's like I know you're only doing it for me. You want me safe. That's first and foremost. But you also want me to enjoy my time as your doll. So I'm the one who made you do it to me. You know?"

"You're an awfully big thinker for such a little doll." 

Dee-Dee laughed. "Not when I'm in play mode, I'm not. Nothing but fun, fun, fun in my mostly empty little doll head then, I'm afraid. But it's peaceful. It's relaxing."

"And what about D-O-L-L Mode?"

"I'd be lying if I said I liked that one. Well, when I'm not in it, I mean. And even then, I'd rather be playing with you and the other dolls. When I'm out of it, I hate it and I don't want to go back into it, even though I know it's coming from a place of love and wanting to protect me. But when I'm actually in it, I don't feel stressed or anxious or even unhappy. I just think about the fun I could be having or have had and that keeps me occupied mentally. So, like you said, I don't get bored. I just feel so worthless like that though. I mean, dolls are made to be played with and it's like I'm just part of a collection on a shelf when in doll mode, like I'm just something you own, not something you enjoy." The tiny girl thought for a moment. "And as a woman, tiny or not, I wasn't created to be locked in a box as an ornament, but that's what I feel like after I come out of Doll Mode, like I was put into a sort of prison for my own good. I get it, but I don't like it."

Her Owner looked sad for a moment. "I'm really sorry about that, but I didn't want you either hurt or bored and spending a few hours as just part of the collection safely away from Leo and Opal was the only thing I could think of. And I'd much rather you be a little disappointed than end up in pieces."

"Oh, like I said, I totally get it. And you're the Owner. I'm the doll. You do what you think is best. I don't have to like it. Besides, it's only until next Sunday anyway."

"True."

"What time is it?" Dee-Dee asked. It's really dark outside."

Her Owner checked her smartphone. "Close to ten. You getting sleepy?"

"Not really, but I would love to watch some TV tonight if you don't mind setting up my phone on the stand."

"Sure thing. I'm getting tired myself. I have to go in early tomorrow anyway, so I can leave it plugged in to charge while you watch it."

"Thanks." 

So it was that Dee-Dee spent the evening in the lounge watching anime after her Owner put the cell phone on the stand and shut the dollhouse so that she had access to all the rooms. 

After a few episodes, she started to doze off in her chair, so she returned to the master suite and stripped out of her long, red formal dress and into a soft pink nightgown that had been waiting for her on the edge of the inflatable bed since that morning. 

 Chapter 5--Shelf Life 

First thing in the morning, the bedroom door opened and Dee-Dee's Owner came inside and opened the dollhouse.

"Rise and shine, sleepyhead. I have to go to work and I can't leave until I get you ready too."

"Ready too?" Dee-Dee mumbled groggily. 

"Yes, you have to get ready too, little lady." The giant woman leaned in and grinned widely. "Doll Mode," she said. 

Dee-Dee fell back onto the bed, motionless and silent, her arms at her sides and her legs straight. 

"That's so weird," her Owner said. "You should arch your feet too so I can get some shoes on you."

Without thinking Dee-Dee moved her tiny feet into the position she remembered from her own dolls.

Dee-Dee's Owner reached inside the dollhouse, grabbed the doll girl, and then took her out and laid her flat on the hard tabletop. Then she went to the closet and returned with the bag of clothes. 

"Let's see what would look good on you today," her Owner said. "Actually, this is the first time I've done this for you, like a real doll, isn't it? All the other times you got dressed all by yourself."

As she spoke she lifted the doll's arms and removed the nightgown to leave DeeDee naked. Then she left her on the table while she rummaged through the bag for an outfit. 

"What to choose, what to choose," she said. 

Dee-Dee stared up at the ceiling, her eyes frozen directly ahead as she lay on the hard wooden tabletop. I wonder what outfit my Owner will put on me today, she mused. 

After about a minute, her Owner held a brightly colored bodysuit and tights above 

her. 

"It's perfect, right?"

First, the giant woman slipped the hot pink tights onto the doll's legs and pulled them up snugly at her waist. Then she pulled the black, yellow, and pink leotard over the slender doll shoulders, worked the arms into the three-quarter length sleeves, and finally fastened the Velcro strips just beneath the crotch. Next came a pair of black and yellow leg warmers, followed by a pair of black plastic trainers. 

"So friggin' cute," her Owner said with excitement, her smile as big as could be. "I'll have to call you Aerobics Class Dee-Dee when you wear this. You look like a nineteen-eighties workout model. It makes me want to put you up next to a boombox playing "Let's Get Physical." The woman sighed. "Oh, well. Maybe later, after I get home. 

I've got to hurry."

She hurriedly placed the fully dressed Dee-Dee in the plastic tube, attached the lid, and placed the packaged doll on the middle shelf as part of her collection. Dee-Dee stood between a blonde doll in a Jackie Kennedy dress and a redhead in a pencil skirt and ruffled blouse. 

"Perfect," her Owner said again. "You look amazing."

Then she walked to the door, turned off the light, and waved. 

"You have fun now and be a good little doll."

Then she closed the door and left Dee-Dee with the rest of the collection on the wall of shelving. 

And so Dee-Dee the Doll waited, her mind filled with memories of the pool party and fashion show, the dinner with her Owner and the breakfast/brunch with her doll friends, and of ideas still to come, such as tea parties and dances and ideas inspired by the multiple playsets that she remembered seeing on her Owner's top shelf. There was even a Dream Camper and a red convertible she couldn't wait to be pushed around in.

Time passed quickly, and not once did the little doll girl get bored. The adventures that played in her brain were more than enough to keep her occupied and happy. It was a good life, even having to stand around and wait for her Owner to return. It was the perfect life for her. It was a doll's life. It was her life. 

The sun was at the point of direct line of sight when the door opened. 

But it wasn't just her Owner. There was also a child, a little girl Dee-Dee didn't know. 

"Thanks, Olivia," the little girl said and went straight to the closet.

"Anytime, Hannah," said Dee-Dee's Owner. "You know what you want?"

The girl, Hannah, nodded as she opened the closet door. She grabbed a shoebox from the floor and carried it to the bed. Thanks to the height of the shelf, Dee-Dee could see the contents of the box clearly when Hannah opened it and laid the lid aside. There were a handful of fashion dolls -- two Barbies with mussed hair and a few generic dolls as well, probably from big box outlet stores, but definitely better quality than the dollar store dolls. 

Of course, since Dee-Dee herself wasn't a manufactured doll with a name brand, she might as well be just a general big box outline model too. 

Hannah grabbed the two Barbies and one other, an African-American doll in a high-power business suit. One of the Barbies was naked and the other wore a pair of faux denim shorts, a green bikini top, and red plastic cowboy boots. 

"Just those today?"

"Yeah." The girl paused. "I mean yes, ma'am."

Dee-Dee's Owner laughed. "Don't worry about it. It's not like I'm gonna tell your mom or anything."

"Thanks." 

"Besides, we're friends, right, kiddo?" Hannah nodded. 

All the while, Dee-Dee felt jealous, wanting her Owner's attention for herself. The girl was sweet and cute and probably loved dolls a lot since she was over to borrow some of the non-collectible ones, but she was coming between the newly created living doll and her Owner, and the doll had waited all day to play. 

"Have you got any new ones?" Hannah asked. 

Dee-Dee watched as her Owner glanced at the shelf and made eye contact. Inside the doll beamed with excitement from being noticed and given even that little bit of attention. Then she saw her Owner grin and nod. 

"Just that one there, the one on the third shelf from the top, the one in the workout clothes."

"The redhead?"

"Yep. That's the one."

"She looks kind of like your friend."

"Huh?" 

"The one I met before that time." Hannah slumped her shoulders. "I don't know, like a month ago or something like that."

"Oh, that's right. I forgot you met her. That was right before the two of us were going off to the mountains for the weekend. Yes, she looks a lot like my friend Della. That's why I bought her. I can't wait to show her to my friend when she gets back from vacation."

"She's pretty. I'd put her in a princess dress. I don't like her outfit." "Well, even princesses have to exercise, don't they?" They both laughed. 

After a moment, Dee-Dee's Owner smiled and asked, "Would you like to see her?"

Hannah nodded vigorously.

"Okay. Hang on a sec." 

Then Dee-Dee watched as her Owner took her from the shelf and over to the bed.

Hannah took the display tube and examined the doll inside.

"She had freckles and everything. So cute."

"I know, right?"

"Can I hold her?"

"As long as you can be careful. She's special, remember."

The girl smiled and nodded. "I will. I will. I promise."

Dee-Dee-'s owner took the tube from Hannah and popped off the top, then slid Dee-Dee out onto the bed. Out of the display case, it was the doll's first thought to stretch her muscles after the day of being absolutely still. 

Only she couldn't. She remained bound, she realized, by the command for Doll Mode. And now she was at this stranger's mercy. 

Hannah lifted her from the bed and checked out her hair, her face, everything. Then the girl fidgeted with her joints, spreading her legs at the pelvis, bending her knees, flexing her ankles, then doing the same kind of thing with her arms. Finally, the girl twisted her head in ways that a typical doll's neck joint wouldn't allow. 

Dee-Dee had expected it to hurt or at least feel uncomfortable, but it didn't. She could feel the movement and the pressure of the girl's fingers on her skin, but little more. 

"I don't see the lines on this one," Hannah said. 

"They're hidden inside."

"Just like me."

"That's right. Just like you. The joints work but they don't have to be visible."

"That's so cool."

"That's one of the reasons she's so special."

"Can I change her clothes?" Hannah asked. 

Dee-Dee waited for her Owner's response. On the one hand, she wanted Hannah to hurry up and go away so she could play with her Owner again. But on the other hands, getting played with was getting played with, even if it was with the little girl who clearly was infatuated with Dee-Dee the Doll.

Her Owner glanced at her again, grinning wide.

"Sure, Hannah, just be careful. I assume you want to choose one of the princess dresses."

Hannah nodded.

Dee-Dee felt the cool air of the room as her leotard was unfastened and pulled off her chest, shoulders, arms, and head. Then she felt the coolness against her legs as her tights and shoes and leg warmers joined the leotard in a pile. 

She lay there naked, exposed, vulnerable while the girl searched through a box of fancy dresses, but not like evening gowns or the like. No these were the kind of over-the top, super-poofy ball gowns that one might see in a Disney fantasy. 

Eventually, Hannah decided on a green and blue dress with swirls of beads on the 

bodice and shiny sparkles and spangles across the full length of the skirt. She pulled the gorgeous but itchy gown over Dee-Dee's head and shoulders, then wriggled her arms into the sleeves before fluffing out the bottom of the dress. Then she slipped a pair of white lace opera gloves on the doll girl's hands and a pair of blue plastic heels on her feet. 

"Now her outfit is pretty too," the girl said. 

Dee-Dee had to admit she was right. The dress was as gorgeous as it was scratchy and unyielding. Again, nothing like the clothes real people wore. Then again, she wasn't a "real people" anymore, not fully. She was a doll. And as her Owner's doll, it was perfectly okay if the giant woman wanted to let someone else play with her too. Dolls didn't get to choose their playmates, after all. 

"Here," her Owner said, as she got up from the bed and went to the shelf. She returned with a metal stand. "Let's put her in this and let her show off that beautiful princess dress you picked out for her."

Then her Owner carefully took her from Hanna and fitted her into the clasp part of the stand. She lowered it into the base, tightening the clasp's grip around her waist, and kept going until her feet touched the bottom of the stand. Then, she carried the newly dressed princess to the shelf and put her back between the blonde Jackie O and the redheaded secretary.

"What do you think, Hannah?"

"Can I take her to play too?"

Her Owner laughed. "Sorry. Not this one."

"I know," the girl said. "She's special."

"That's right. But you have fun with the ones you're borrowing. Just bring 'em back whenever you finish."

"I will." 

Then her Owner walked with Hannah out of the room and closed the door behind them, leaving Dee-Dee alone again with the other dolls, although this time she knew she was the prettiest belle at the ball. 

And that made her proud. 

She waited, and as she did, her memories slipped back into visions of pool parties and fashion shows. But this time she also thought of Hannah and the joy on the girl's face as she had changed her from the workout clothes to the fancy ballgown. Playing with Hannah had become another of those memories she cherished and that kept the boredom away. 

In a few minutes, though, her Owner returned, and this time by herself. "Hiya, Dee-Dee. I hope that was fun for you." Dee-Dee said nothing. 

"Oh yeah, Free Mode."

The little doll girl stretched and the movement made her stand wobble so she got still again quickly. 

"You let her play with me," she said. 

"Yes, I did. Did you enjoy it?"

"I didn't think I would, but yeah, I did. She seems like a sweet kid."

"Oh, she is. And she loves my dolls almost as much as I do."

"She totally wanted to borrow me and take me home."

Her Owner nodded. "That was pretty clear."

"I thought you were going to let her for a moment."

Her Owner laughed. "I couldn't do that to you." She paused. "Unless you wanted me to, of course. But even then not for more than just a few hours."

"It was really weird, being played with, well, changed anyway, by someone else. I'm used to playing the doll part myself, but not being to move unless someone else moves my arms and legs and being able to feel all of it, well, that's super weird."

"Oh?"

"But in a sort of cool way, you know. I mean, I wanted to be a doll, and that was the closest I've been to that dream this week."

"Oh?" This time her Owner's voice inflected to a higher pitch. "You don't say." "That doesn't mean I --" But it was too late. 

"Doll Mode," said her Owner, and Dee-Dee the Doll resumed that identity in earnest. 

The giantess went to the closet and returned with a wide, pink box. She held it up before the doll. It read: Marguerite, Princess of the Isles. It was empty. 

"I remembered where that dress came from," her Owner said. 

As she spoke, she opened the box and removed the inner tray. Then she tipped the box upside down and out fell several short, coated wire ties.

"It belonged to Princess Marguerite, may she rest in peace. When Opal was just a kid, she got mad at me, over something stupid I'm sure, and tossed the poor princess into the toaster oven. The poor thing didn't stand a chance. Anyway, I kept the box. I never throw those things away. You never know when you can reuse them."

Dee-Dee watched as her Owner spread out the wire ties and counted them to make sure there were enough to match the holes in the insert. One for each wrist. One for each ankle. One for her waist. And one for her neck. Six ties. Six sets of tiny holes. 

Her Owner walked to her and took her down from the shelf. 

"I hope you enjoy this."

Dee-Dee was carefully removed from the doll stand and placed on her back on top of the inner tray. Her arms and legs were lined up to correspond to the holes for the twist ties. Then her Owner wove the largest tie around over her waist and pushed the two ends through the holes on each side of her. Holding her in place so the doll girl wouldn't fall face-first onto the bed, she fastened the tie behind the insert with four full twists. 

"That ought to hold you secure for now."

Next, Dee-Dee felt a wire placed around her neck and she was turned over in the air again. 

"Looking good, little princess," her Owner said with a smile. 

Then both of her wrists were fastened, followed by her ankles. At least she was securely bound and ready to be boxed. 

Which, until the minute she had entered Doll Mode, hadn't been something she would have wanted in a million years. But now, thanks to the magical programming the various modes triggered, she could think of little else. She looked forward to being the pretty princess in the bright pink box. "Free Mode," said her Owner. 

Instantly, Dee-Dee started to wiggle against the bindings. Of course, she couldn't break free, nor could he manage more than a few millimeters of movement against the wires that held her. 

"Umm," Dee-Dee said. "This is better than the tube but still not what I signed up for," she said. 

"I thought you signed up to be my doll." "I am your doll," she said. 

"Of course you are. That's why I need to put you in your box."

"Aren't you going to play with me? I've been waiting for you all day."

"And you enjoyed every minute of it, didn't you?"

"That's beside the point." 

"Really?! I'd think you waiting and longing to be played with would be a major part of a doll's life."

"Well... when you put it that way."

"I do," said her Owner. "I do put it that way. And I do put you in the box."

The giantess gently folded the tray into shape again and slid it into the open top of the box. Soon, Dee-Dee view was limited by the sides of her package and she could see only through the clear plastic front of the box, and even then in the places where the marketing sayings didn't cover up the front with sunbursts and other shapes. 

"Owner?" she called out through the still-open top.

"Yes, Dee-Dee? Or should I call you Marguerite now since you're in her dress and also in her box?"

"I'm Dee-Dee, Owner. Please don't tease me." Her Owner laughed. "Of course not. I'm sorry, dolly." Dee-Dee noticed that 'dolly' was also not a name. 

"What's on your mind?"

"Can you please put me in Doll Mode if you're going to close me in the box?"

"I could, and maybe I even should."

"But..."

"But I kinda don't want to."

"Owner?!"

"You heard me, little dolly. You're my doll, and I want to put you in your box. As your owner, I don't see any problem with that. As my doll, shouldn't that make your little plastic heart happy?"

Dee-Dee wanted to remind her Owner that she was a flesh and blood doll, not a plastic one, and that she had a beating flesh and blood heart in her flesh and blood chest, but there point in making the argument. Even if she was biologically mostly human, she was also completely her Owner's doll. The two things didn't have to mesh perfectly to both be true. 

"I don't have a plastic heart," she did manage to say, since she still had the will to do so, even though she said it without any trace of hurt, of resistance, of argument.

"I know you don't, silly. I was just kidding and trying to make a point." Her Owner sighed and took a deep breath. "It's just that you seemed to enjoy your time with Hannah so much earlier that I wanted to do more normal doll stuff with you, even packaging you up and a box."

"Oh. Okay," she said. 

"But not just that. I want to get some pictures too for you to remember all this by. Wouldn't it be a blast to look back at these photos weeks from now and think about the fun you had on your little doll vacation?" "That would be fun," she said. 

"I got a few from the pool party and I can pull stills from the video I shot of your fashion show last night, but I didn't have anything of you packaged like a doll I had just bought. Now that you're in your box, I can even do an unboxing video of you."

"Oh, that might be cool." 

"I thought about doing it in D-O-L-L Mode, but I wanted to let you experience it as yourself since there was no danger of Opal or Leo this time."

"Well," she said and let the thought hang in the air for a few seconds before continuing. "That makes sense. It just scared me at first, you know. The surprise of it." 

"I like surprising you. You just have to learn to trust me. You should know I'm not going to do anything to you that I think you'll hate or put you in any danger. But I don't mind making you feel a little uncomfortable if it helps you ultimately enjoy your time as my doll."

"I do trust you, Owner."

"Good, then. That's settled."

And with that, she closed the top of the Princess Marguarite box and shut out most of the sound from the room. Inside the package, Princess Dee-Dee tried not to think about how close the walls of the box were to her and resist the feeling that they were getting closer. They weren't moving. She was fine. Her Owner wouldn't put her in any danger. The box was perfectly safe. The box was perfectly wide enough for her to remain comfortable.

The box was... still pretty fucking annoying. 

But it was where her Owner wanted her at the moment. 

Her Owner left her on the bed for a few minutes and returned with a corrugated cardboard shipping box and a package of tissue paper. 

"What's that for?" Dee-Dee asked but she was certain her voice didn't escape the confines of her doll packaging. 

Still, after her Owner put the brown shipping box and the tissue on the bed, she lifted Dee-Dee to her face and spoke clearly. "It's for the unboxing. To be unboxed, you have to get boxed first. And not just your doll box. You really need to look like you came from UPS or FedEx or Amazon or something. It won't be as much fun or as authentic if I can't get you out of your outside box first.

Dee-Dee had to admit her Owner was correct. An unboxing required a box. She needed the authentically appear as if her Owner had ordered from an online store or some location in another city or even state. 

Her Owner put her back on the bed and then crumpled several pieces of tissue. She tested the cushioning and decided she needed a few more sheets of the crinkled, wadded-up paper. This time it was perfect, and Dee-Dee's box was lifted from the bed again and laid gently inside the larger box. 

"You okay still, Dee-Dee?" her Owner asked.

Dee-Dee didn't bother answering out loud, knowing instinctively that her voice would be swallowed not only by the box but also by the paper under and around her. 

Instead, she made a thumbs-up sign with both hands and hoped her Owner noticed. Apparently, she did, and she smiled. 

"Good. This next part is going to be a little scary, maybe, but remember the protection aura will protect you so don't freak out."

Maybe her Owner didn't realize it, Dee-Dee thought, maybe she didn't realize exactly what she had said and what it would mean to the doll, but Dee-Dee did. It was a command, and the doll girl instantly felt at peace. Whatever would happen next, well, bring it on. 

Several more crumpled wads of tissue paper and soon her Owner was lost to her view. She could still feel and hear her Owner, but she couldn't see beyond the various colors that covered the front of her Princess Marguarite box. Then there was more compression and she was pushed further into the outer shipping box. Then the world went dark. She could only assume her Owner had folded closed the top of it and was about to tape it so that it wouldn't open by itself. There was more pressure, constant from the top of her head to the bottom of her toes, so she figured she had guessed correctly. 

She felt the box picked up and set down again. She felt her Owner shake it to see how much movement the thick wads of tissue allowed. Not must, she realized as she barely moved. Then she felt the box land with a soft thump on the bed. Her Owner must have tossed it just a few feet to give her another of those surprises she loved so much. 

After that, she waited for her unboxing, but it didn't come as quickly as she expected. Since she wasn't in Doll Mode, she couldn't escape into her memories, at least not automatically. Still, she tried. She felt the darkness as much as saw it. She tried to fade into, to let her consciousness slip away. When that didn't work, she started to picture the same memories she had experienced earlier when she was in Doll Mode. Surely they were still there in her brain. Surely they still triggered the same emotions. She cleared her mind, shut her eyes, and thought of the coldness of the water in the pool playset. No, she reminded herself. The pool. There was no playset. Not for her. She was a doll. It was a doll's pool. Her pool. She was as much a toy as it. 

Then she tried to remember the slippery wetness of the plastic slide as she rode down it and into the water. She pictured the splash as it had shot water out of the pool and onto the table. She pictured her Owner's smile when that happened. 

She smiled too. 

She watched the memory as her Owner put two of the other dolls, an African American in a red, white, and blue bikini, and a brunette in a hot pink bikini into the pull with her. Her Owner moved the other dolls' arms to make them splash her and Dee-Dee splashed back, just one of the dolls. 

The movement of her box stirred her from the memory and she wondered how long she had been off in 'her other world.' She couldn't tell for sure, but it certainly felt like the box was being carried somewhere, most likely out of the doll room judging by the repetitive motions she assumed to be her Owner's steps. 

Then she was set down again, and there was more pressure on top of the box pushing the tissue against her package. She looked around but still found the interior of the shipping carton too dark for any real sight. 

Then she was lifted again. This time they went for a lot more steps before she was set down on something softer than a table. The ground beneath her box gave a little bounce as she landed. 

The bed again? She couldn't be sure. Most likely though. 

She tried to listen for clues outside the box, but there was nothing she could make out. Some mumbles but nothing clear. Some vibrations but nothing that indicated movement in any direction. Some shifting as her box slid across -- the bed, she assumed -- as if her Owner kept moving it just to give her a good jostling to enjoy for a more authentic doll vacation. 

Eventually, even the rumbling stopped and she felt the carton picked up again. It was a weird sensation. She had weight in her package. Her package had weight in the shipping box. But when it was all lifted, it was as if there was a weightlessness outside her carton, as if that box were merely floating alone in space, existing in its own private universe. 

Then came a lot more movement, some being tossed around, the impact of being dropped and bouncing against the wadded tissue around her. And eventually, nothing. No rumbling. No mumbled sounds. No movement at all. Perfect stillness. 

So she waited. 

She pushed her thoughts of loneliness and boredom aside and thought of each outfit she had worn since the day she had been turned into a living doll girl. She imagined not only the colors and shapes and designs, but also the rough feelings of the doll clothes against her still human skin. Still didn't let a single memory escape. She gathered them all and stored them. She would have them long after her weekend was over, she was certain, but she would have to do the work of remembering them fully first. Fully enough to distract her mind. Fully enough to embrace her role as a doll. Fully enough to become the doll she had dreamed of being. 

There was no fear, no freaking out. 

 Chapter 6--Un-Boxing and Date Night 

It was the weirdest thing to be so much in Doll Mode without having been commanded to enter actual Doll Mode. Despite being fully aware and fully autonomous with her free will, Dee-Dee was able to replicate being still and quiet there in the safety of her packaging and simply focus on trying to remember all the things that Doll Mode forced her to think about and appreciate. 

Being aware of being both Dee-Dee the living and Dee-Dee the mere doll became even sort of intoxicating as she lay trapped in her box not only by the box itself but also by the wires wrapped around her wrists, ankles, neck, and waist.

This was, after all, exactly the experience, or at least part of it, she had insisted upon. She had longed to be a doll, and now she was, without any option to change that. No one could hear her outside the shipping carton filled with paper stuffing, no doubt left by her Owner in a place that no one would even be in the first place. For some reason, the unboxing was going to be a big deal, and that meant more time in the box on the front end. 

The passage of time was meaningless in her darkness. With no outside reference 

and with no inside reference, there was no time. There was only the dark. She dozed off. 

She woke up. She fell asleep again. 

Then at last there was movement and it shook her from her memories that had been replaying in her mind's eye. 

Her box was lifted and tossed again, and she realized that she was facing down now judging by the way gravity was pulling her tightly against the straps holding her joints. Even her tiny nippleless boobs reacted, and without a Barbie-sized bra to hold them in place, they too hung down in the direction of the ground. 

Then she was lifted again, only this time not by her box, but by something her box was within. Perhaps a bag. Maybe an even larger box. She couldn't know. 

After a few minutes, her movement ended, and she was set down again. Then came the rumble similar to the one she had felt before, only with more force. 

She wondered if she was on some kind of truck or in the trunk of a car. She wouldn't have put it past her Owner to play with her that way, to tease her by leaving her overnight in the trunk and driving around with "the doll" helpless in the car while she ran errands or just passed the time to draw out the wait for the unboxing to begin. 

She must have been right because eventually the rumbling stopped. 

The container she and the other boxes were in was rummaged through and her carton was grabbed and picked up. Then she felt the uneven movements of someone's steps while she was carried away. She was tossed gently onto something flat and hard, and there was the far-away ding of a doorbell ringing. 

And then nothing. 

She waited so long that she drifted off the sleep again. With the warmth she felt through the box, she wondered if she was outside in direct sunlight. That always made her more than a little groggy. Bound and warm, it was as if the world itself was telling her to take a nap, so she complied. 

She awoke to the feeling of the box being picked up again and this time carried several steps and then dropped onto something much softer. The bounce as she landed made her think it was most likely her Owner's guest bed in the doll room. 

There were mumbled words in a familiar pitch and cadence -- her Owner's voice!

The sound of cutting entered the air above her and suddenly she felt her own inner box move as the crumbled packing paper expanded when the carton flaps were opened. Then the paper above her was removed and there was her Owner's smiling face. Dee-Dee beamed at her. 

Her Owner smiled back and said, "Doll Mode." 

Dee-Dee got still. Dee-Dee got quiet. Dee-Dee couldn't wait to play, couldn't wait to be out of her confining box and held by her Owner. 

"Almost forgot." 

Dee-Dee wanted to smile again, but her face expression had dropped into the standard half-smile of a typical doll. Not unfriendly, but not overjoyed either. "Welcome to my unboxing video for my newest doll. This is a specialty, one-of-a kind doll I had made especially for me based on a friend. My friend's name is Della, but I named this doll Dee-Dee to keep them straight and to be able to tell them apart. You see, Dee-Dee here looks just like my friend; well, if Della were only eleven and a half inches tall, I mean."

Dee-Dee's Owner reached into the box and pulled out the fancy pink package that held the captive doll. 

"I've been looking forward to this one," the Owner said. "I even ordered her for overnight shipping, so I've been waiting all night and most of the day yesterday for her to arrive."

Wait, Dee-Dee thought. Was that true? Had she spent the night in a shipping facility?

Not that it mattered, the little doll reminded herself. She was a doll, not a person, not really. And if her Owner wanted to mail her for this video, then she would do what her Owner wanted. That was the job of a doll after all. 

"My friend has always wanted a doll made of her, so, as you can see, I went all out and bought the princess model for her. Isn't she so gorgeous in that dress?"

In moments, Princess Dee-Dee's box was on the bed and the tape at the top was cut. Her Owner opened the plastic lid and carefully bent back all the tabs so the inner tray would slide out without catching. 

"So pretty."

Dee-Dee's liner was gently slid out of the box and she was placed on the bed beneath the cell phone. Her Owner had secured the phone in a sort of modular selfie stick that was designed for shooting videos to share online. The doll girl could see her image in the camera phone's face, and it gave her joy to see how beautiful she looked in her pretty princess dress. Being boxed like a real doll only served to enhance her beauty as a toy, not take away from it. It made her happy to see the reflection even if she couldn't move to express that feeling. 

"Now for the fun part," her Owner said as she flipped Dee-Dee over so she was facing the covers. 

Dee-Dee felt the ties at her joints loosen and when the liner was taken away, she remained face-down on the bed, but only for a few moments. After that, she was picked up and turned over to face the phone screen again. Her Owner pulled away the two wire ties that had stuck to her and padded the dress to make it fluffy again after being compressed in the box. 

"There we go, you're dress is all poofed out again, Princess Dee-Dee. I bet Della would love to see you right now." There was a sudden, knowing look in her Owner's eyes and smile. "Well, here she is, in all her unboxed glory, my newest doll. "Of course, when my friend gets back from vacation, I'll give the doll to her, but I did want to share the unboxing with all my YouTube followers.:

For the next minute or so, Dee-Dee was turned in every direction in front of the camera phone to get the best ankles to be shown off. Then, when she was finally laid down on the bed again, this time facing up, her Owner pressed the red button and turned off the recording. 

"Now, to get this uploaded," she said, then added as she sat on the bed beside the doll. "Oh yeah, Free Mode." 

Dee-Dee stretched and wiggled a bit to get the sensation of movement back in her muscles. 

"Well, did you enjoy that, Dee-Dee Doll?"

"Did you really ship me or was that just for the video?"

"Oh, yeah. After I packed you up, I thought it would be even better if you arrived like a real package I had ordered, so I took you to the UPS store and had you mailed for next day back to the house. Cool, huh? I even shot some footage of finding you on the front steps and carrying your carton inside. I mean, if we're going to do an unboxing video, we needed to do it right."

"So I spent the night in the UPS store?"

"Yep," her Owner said, nodding wildly. "I almost couldn't sleep thinking about you."

"Worried about me?" Dee-Dee asked.

"Nothing like that," her Owner said. "More excited than anything. The thought of you all boxed up and just waiting in the back of a shipping center to be picked up like just any other doll I might have ordered from a boutique specialty store or even just for fun off Amazon... God, it got me so, hell, giddy I guess, with how much you've really become just one of my toys."

Dee-Dee didn't speak. She was still processing the words. 

"And not just me, it also made me think of how much you must have been enjoying your role-play game too. You wanted to be my doll, and by being 'ordered' and shipped to me, you got the full experience -- even more than either of us had expected."

The doll girl knew she couldn't argue with her Owner, but she did wonder at just how much both of them had embraced the roles they had taken. Not only had Dee-Dee become more accepting and adjusted to her life as a doll, a toy owned by the woman she had previously called by name and now only called Owner. Her Owner had also become far more comfortable with the role of Owner. She found it easier and easier to treat her just as a doll, a toy, mere property, to put her up on display, to box her, hell, to ship her like freight. Even to do all those things without talking it over with the doll girl first to make sure she was okay with it. Sure, maybe a few comments, but no real discussion, like nothing Dee-Dee could have said would have made the slightest difference. "What would you like to do next after I get this video uploaded?" Oh, Dee-Dee thought, you're asking me? Me? What a novel idea.

She thought, but couldn't come up with anything. 

"Cat got your tongue?" her Owner asked. "Okay then. I'll throw out a few suggestions. How 'bout another fashion show? Or maybe a pool party? Oh, here's one. We haven't done anything with the Camper playset yet. I could let you pick out some friends and you could all go camping."

The camper would be fun, Dee-Dee thought. Or the fashion or the pool party. As she pondered she saw the memories again of the previous parties, the previous fashion shows. She could already imagine her doll friends sitting outside the camper drinking their pretend tea and making up stories to tell around a fake campfire. 

"Or what about a date with one of the boys? I don't think we've done that yet?"

"Sure," Dee-Dee said more to agree with her Owner than anything else. The truth was, it didn't matter. She would do, and do with enjoyment, whatever game her Owner wanted to play. That was her purpose. And having a purpose gave her comfort. Having a purpose kept the nagging thoughts at bay.

"But," Dee-Dee asked, "Can we do it in Play Mode please?"

The question must have surprised her Owner, judging by the raised eyebrows and cockeyed half smile. "Yeah, absolutely. Whatever you want, little dolly." "Thanks. 

So it was that a half hour later, Dee-Dee found herself changed into a little black dress, scratchy black faux stockings,  black plastic heels, and a rhinestone necklace, seated beside a dapperly dressed male doll in dark slacks, a white shirt, and a black coat. 

Of course, her Owner had him in the driver's seat. 

The car was the more expensive toy model, the remote-controlled one, so her Owner didn't have to get down on the floor and push the car to "drive" them around. Instead, she used the remote and let them tour the room, then opened the door and drove them all over the upstairs. Down the hallway. Into her Owner's bedroom. Back into the hallway. Into the workout room across the hall from the doll room. Then back out into the hallway. Then they stopped at the edge of the top step of the stairwell. 

"Welcome to the Pointe," her Owner said. 

"The Pointe," Dee-Dee asked with excitement.

"Make-Out Pointe. Every town has one, even Doll Town." 

"Oh."

"You look really beautiful tonight, Dee-Dee," her Owner said in a fake male voice, suddenly pretending to be her date. She leaned over the car and put the male doll's plastic hand on the doll girl's thigh. 

"Thanks, Ken," Dee-Dee said. "I have a nice time tonight." 

"I told you my name is Raymond. My brother's name is Ken." Her Owner was laughing as she spoke. 

"I'm sorry," Dee-Dee said. 

"It's okay, but maybe you can make it up to me with a kiss."

Dee-Dee suddenly wondered what it might feel like to kiss the boy doll, to kiss 

Raymond, she reminded herself. She was Dee-Dee and he was Raymond. They may have been different kinds of dolls, but they were both dolls, and their Owner was playing with them. 

So she did. Leaning toward him, across the plastic stick shift that was just for show, she pressed her flesh lips against his molded ethylene-vinyl acetate ones. She held the kiss, regretting momentarily that his mouth couldn't open to make the gesture more authentic. Then she pulled away, still leaning in close to his face. 

"Whoa?!" said her Owner in her real voice, not the put-on voice of Raymond. "I didn't expect you to actually do that."

"I'm in the zone. We're playing, aren't we? So why not play along?"

"Okay," her Owner said after a few quiet moments. Then she said in the fake 

Raymond voice, "Wow. I guess you are having a good time, Dee-Dee."

"I sure am. I love sightseeing, and the view from the Pointe is really something."

"Yeah," said 'Raymond.' "It really gets me in the mood."

Dee-Dee smiled at her date. It didn't matter that he wasn't alive. He was real to her. "Me too. Can I kiss you again?"

"Really?" came out a voice that started as that of her Owner but ended as Raymond's.

"Yes. Really."

"Absolutely. I'd love another kiss." 

The dialog, Dee-Dee knew, was awful, worse even than the worst of the B-grade science fiction movies of the sixties, but the mood and the atmosphere were somehow real to her. 

This time, something from her former life as a full-size living girl named Della triggered in her mind, and she remembered the way that woman liked to take charge of a romantic evening. She remembered that the woman she had once been preferred to take the initiative and not wait for a man to make the first move. Well, that seemed to be the best option for this date too. 

Dee-Dee scooted over and climbed into Raymond's lap. Then she wrapped her hands around his neck and pressed her face into his. She kissed him again, and in her mind the kiss was real. In her mind, her lips parted his and she found his tongue willing and skilled at meeting hers. She made soft purring sounds as she pressed the kiss harder against him, then moved to kiss his neck, his cheeks, his nose, all over his face before returning to his lips. 

"I'm not breakable," she told him. "You don't have to be so careful."

She moved his hand beneath her and fidgeted with it until it was bent in the proper position. Now she rested against it, his cold, unmoving digits pushing against the spot where her panties would have been if dolls, at least her anyway, owned any such item of lingerie. 

"Dee-Dee?" her Owner asked. 

But Dee-Dee was too preoccupied to listen for once. She ground her smooth pubis against Raymond's coated hand until she helped him find the almost imperceptible slit to her womanhood. Then she pushed her body onto his hand and made him reach inside her. 

She was a doll. She was a toy. But she was Dee-Dee the Doll. And the part of her that was Dee-Dee wanted this. She was on a date, and all the background information she knew about dates was that she preferred they end with some kind of romantic connection. If Raymond couldn't take her all the way, then she would get what she could from him. It was exactly what Dee-Dee the Doll wanted, what Dee-Dee the Doll needed. 

"Stop it!" her Owner yelled suddenly. "What the hell are you doing?"

"I'm playing date like you wanted, Owner." 

"I never told you to do that."

"It's what I do on dates. I like dates." 

"Shit." 

"Owner?"

"No. No. No. No. Fuck it," her Owner said, picking up the car and carrying it back to the doll room."

"Did I do something wrong, Owner?" asked Dee-Dee.

"No." The Owner put the car on the bed and said, "Free Mode."

Dee-Dee realized the male doll's fingers were still inside her, and as she moved to rise off them, she inadvertently stroked her clitoris against them. 

"Oooh," she said with a gasp. "Whoa." Instead of moving away, she maneuvered to where he pressed deeper, trying to hide the motion from her Owner. After all. she was a doll, but she was a living doll, a woman and a doll somehow, and the woman part of her still had needs that had gone unmet since her last date almost a month ago. And Raymod, for all his fakeness and for being a mere toy, was at least a good toy to make use of. 

"Are you..." her Owner started, then stopped. 

So, she hadn't been able to hide it after all. 

"Fuck it," her Owner said. Then she picked up both Dee-Dee and Raymond and carried them to the doll house. She lay them both on the bed and closed the house. "There. If this is what you want, then go ahead, Dee-Dee. I'll come check on you in the morning."

The Owner turned around and left them alone, then turned off the lights and closed the door behind her. Inside the darkened room of the doll house, Dee-Dee repositioned Raymond below her and sat on his pelvis with a knee on each side. 

"I'll make it good for you too, Raymond," she said, no longer influenced by the illusion that it was a real date, as she slowly grinded her bare, smooth pussy against his smooth crotch. 

After a few minutes, she straddled his face instead and did the same grinding motion across his lips and nose. She particularly enjoyed the way his nose tickled her clit and she made no attempt to hide her moaning. Luckily she was small enough that unless she was yelling or shouting she'd never be heard through the shut door, and, well, she'd never been that loud a moaner, even at her full height before getting her wish granted. 

Only after her first orgasm on his face did she move his stationary hand into a position below her and she rode his fingers into two more orgasms before falling asleep, spent and warm and happy with her sweaty face on his plastic chest. 

 Chapter 7-Afterglow

"I can't fucking believe what you did last night, Dee-Dee!" her Owner said as she entered the room while it was still dark outside. "Were you really that horny?"

Dee-Dee rustled from her position laying across Raymond's chest. "Huh? Good morning, Owner."

"Yeah, yeah. Good morning and all that. But why did you act like that last night? We were having a fun little date with Raymond and then you turned into some kind of super-slut Barbie."

"I'm sorry," Dee-Dee said. 

"I bet you are. Were you really that horny?  Has it been that long?"

"About a month. Maybe. I guess I was feeling lonely, well, emotionally I mean. Sure, I've got the dolls to keep me company, but thanks to the wish, there's a disconnect between us now with me at your doll and you as my owner. I can't cross that while the spell is in effect, and I guess I need some attention, even that kind."

"Damn," her Owner said. "Just damn."

"Do you want me to leave you with your boyfriend today then?"

"Not on display?"

"Right. But you have to promise me not to leave the dollhouse for any reason where you could get into trouble."

"I'm probably okay. I don't think I'll..."

Dee-Dee let the sentence trail off. It wasn't something she wanted to put into words to her Owner. 

"Well, it's only Thursday, so you've still got three more days after today before the spell returns you to normal."

"Oh." The doll wasn't sure what else to say. 

"Okay, I'll tell you what. You stay here and have fun with your new boyfriend Raymond while I'm gone. You get all that horniness out of your system because I want to have our normal playtime tonight when I get home."

"Yes, Owner. I'll stay here and have fun with Raymond. I promise he'll have a good time too."

Dee-Dee wasn't sure if her Owner realized how she had phrased her words. As a command. So as the property, the doll girl was committed now to having a day of sexual activity with her immobile fake boyfriend. 

Not that last night hadn't been fun, of course. 

No sooner had her Owner left the room than she climbed on top of Raymond and started to grind against him again. 

"Hello again, Lover," she said, committed to the morning-after relationship. "I hope you're ready for Round 2."

She could hardly believe the flirty sex talk she was saying, but if her Owner wanted them to have fun then they would have fun and all that entailed. Sex was always better with a little flirtatious interchange, and that meant she, as the only speaking lover in this pairing, would carry the weight of that job during the day. She would seduce the hell out of the male doll and he would return the favor and make her a very happy woman indeed. 

She had to take a break about an hour later as three orgasms had knocked out a lot of her energy. It was simple enough to take a nap on Raymond's smooth chest and rest one of her legs over his thighs. At normal size, they might have looked like any resting couple of sexual partners after the cigarette and before the morning goodbyes.

But Raymond wasn't going anywhere, and she knew he'd be waiting for her when she woke up later. 

As she slept her mind replayed the evening's and morning's lovemaking, and it filled in details as if both partners had been real. Raymond returned her sweet nothings and pillow walk, and he used his hands with expert finesse without her help to position them. In her dreams, he moved between her legs to tease and lick her pussy, which was full and wet during the vision and not the barely there slit she possessed in reality thanks to the spell. 

She called his name as she rocked her hips and pushed her groin into his face. He buried his powerful tongue inside her and he stroked her clit with his thumbs as he darted into her slit and tasted her along the full length of her vaginal lips. She gripped his head and held him against her, moaning all the while, giving him lots of encouragement. 

"Damn, that's good." 

"Oh yeah, baby, just like that."

"Mama likes."

"Holy shit! Fuck!"

And, "You've done this before, haven't you?!"

In her dreams, when she had cummed several times, he stood up and she saw that Dream Raymond sported a shiny fake but large penis attached. He kissed her stomach and she felt the goosebumps rise. Then he penetrated her, pushing his smooth cock in slowly as far as he could go before backing out just as slowly. He continued with a calm, steady, relaxed pace, and each stroke felt as if it might poke all the way into her womb. Each stroke managed to rub against her clit, and she felt her body shudder with every connection. She was on fire. She was electric. She was every fucking metaphor she had ever read for sexual excitement. 

Eventually, Raymond twitched against her, and she knew the end was near. She grabbed his waist and pulled him against her as she came inside her. She met him with perfect timing and they held each other with every muscle tense until the so-called 'little death' was over and they were able to relax against each other's well-spent bodies.

She awoke hornier than ever thanks to the dream, and she told Raymond she needed him. There was less talk this time and she went straight to riding his groin in a sort of female-on-male scissoring to make up for his lack of anatomical precision.

"Oh god, I wish you had a penis," she said as she balanced her hands against his stomach. 

Such well-developed abs, she thought as she touched them. 

She played with her clit as she continued to grind on him, and it wasn't long before she had her next orgasm. Moving to his nose to get some help from him, she ground against his face and worked his rounded nose point into her slit and against her button with a talent that would have made a porn star proud. For the briefest of moments, she filed away the thought that she might have to try this with a boyfriend or girlfriend in the future when she was no longer a... She pushed the thought from her mind and kept riding Raymond's face. Another orgasm later, she passed out on her boyfriend's form. 

More dreams came. 

She and Raymond were making out at the Pointe. She was straddling him in the convertible and slapping her body against his while he kissed her boobs and played with her nipples. He was meeting her backstage for a quickie during the fashion show between outfits. They were kissing heavily while sitting in the pool trying to hide their physical attention from her friends, but they noticed just the same, and it only made the making out that much more exciting. She was inside the camper with him while the girls sat around a fire and made S'mores and she struggled not to give them away with her loud moaning and crying out, "Fuck yes, fuck yes, Oh god, fuck yes!"

When she awoke, Raymond was always there, always ready for her, and she was always zealous in her attention. Sex with the doll Raymond made her dream of sex with a real Raymond, and dream sex with Raymond always made her wake up hornier than before. The cycle was making her lose track of time. By the time the sky started to set, she couldn't begin to remember how many orgasms she had experienced. 

She only knew that she was wiped out and yet still wanted more. 

She never even noticed that her Owner had arrived home. She was riding Raymond's face when a voice came through the bedroom window.

"Still going at it, huh? Are you insatiable or what?"

About that time another orgasm hit, and it brought almost as much pain as pleasure thanks to the sheer number and power of the previous innumerable climaxes. 

"Fuuuuuuuuuuck!!!!" she yelled as she collapsed onto Raymond. "Shit," she murmured as she sucked in deep, heavy breaths, trying to recover. 

"That good, huh? Even without a fully functional man?"

Dee-Dee didn't answer. She was still trying to catch her breath. 

"I was hoping you'd have this out of your system by now," her Owner said. 

"It's... It's..." Dee-Dee stammered, then finally, "It's your fault."

"My fault?! How exactly is this my fault?"

"You told me to."

"I never told you to be horny or to act like a slut all day."

Dee-Dee shook her head. "Not that. You said to have fun with Raymond while you were gone. Well, I knew what you meant by fun, and you were gone a long time. That meant I kept getting more and more -- " She stopped and bit down on the last word. She didn't like what it said about her.

"Oh. Surely you could have read or jogged around the dollhouse for fun. I didn't say you had to have sex all day."

"But you implied it, and because I understood the implication..."

"Oh. I guess that makes sense."

Dee-Dee pushed off Raymond and sat up in bed. "At least you're home now so I can stop."

"Are you okay?" her Owner asked, her voice softer and far more comforting now. 

"I will be. But it'll take a while for the feelings to fade completely. I've had the most amazing orgasms today and my brain is mush." 

"Okay then. Let me help." The Owner opened the dollhouse and smiled at both 

Dee-Dee and her boy toy. "Doll Mode."

Dee-Dee went rigid, leaning against the bed. 

Her Owner reached inside and took Raymond from the bed. 

"Ooh," she said. "I'm gonna have to clean him up with bleach wipes. You aren't kidding about how horny you were. He's almost sticky."

She set him on his back on a shelf on the other side of the room and returned for her. Then she picked up Dee-Dee and lifted her out of the house as well. 

"And you're just as bad. You're gonna need a shower I think." The giant woman laughed. "And a cold one to get those lustful thoughts out of your little doll head." Dee-Dee listened but didn't find it funny. She was feeling at peace now that she was back in Doll Mode. She was still excited and excitable, sure, but that would fade as the relaxation of being just a doll brought her back to her senses. 

She was still wearing the little black dress from the night before though she had undressed Raymod to make him more ready for her. 

Her Owner peeled her out of the dress and stockings. The shoes were probably still on the bedroom floor. Then she lay the doll on her back beside Raymond and left the room. When she returned she had a small basin of water and a cloth. 

"For you," she said to Dee-Dee. "He gets the bleach wipes." 

She bent Dee-Dee at her legs to make her sit up and then placed her in the basin. The water reached just to her shoulders. It was warm and felt amazing, like a hot tub without bubbles. 

"Soak there for a bit while I take care of loverboy."

Dee-Dee was facing the wrong way to watch as her Owner wiped the male doll clean of her sweat and juices. But it must not have taken long because she returned soon holding him clean and already dressed again, this time in a pair of tan slacks and a blue T-shirt with a wavey line of rainbow colors across the front and a pair of tennis shoes. 

"Say goodnight to your boyfriend, Dee-Dee, because he needs a good rest after the day you put him through."

Even with the command, she didn't say a word. Doll Mode was absolute. No speaking until it was revoked. 

"Oh, that's right," her Owner said. She made a fake high-pitched voice pretending to speak for the doll. "Good night, Raymond. I sure did have fun today." Then she used a deeper voice for Raymond's response. "Me too, baby. I'll see you later."

Then Raymond was put in a stand and placed back on the shelf. 

"Now, let's clean you up too." 

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