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Living Dolls Characters in order of appearance: Brandon as Betsi Wetsi number one; Agatha as Witch #1; Mark as the Fairy Princess; John as the white Teddy Bear; Tom as the Teddy Bear in the pink tutu; Rick as Chatty Cathy; Alan as Saucy Walker; Carl as Betsi Wetsi #2; Hazel as Witch #2; Missy Ann as Witch #3; Joey as Maria. Synopsis: She collects dolls. Ever since she was a little girl she's collected and played with dolls. Back then she only talked to her dolls and imagined them talking back, while now, with the dolls she's added since growing up, she can hardly keep them quiet. I honestly didn't know I was a doll till one of the other boys brought it up. The only light in the room was from the window and a full moon. I heard the voice first, knew it was a boy because of the voice, then laughed when I discovered it was a little fairy princess doll talking and not a guy. It was funny! It was really funny because he wasn't the only doll talking all of a sudden, and that's when I got scared. There were dolls all over the place. Dolls walking, moving about by themselves and most now suddenly talking at the same time. It was very funny at first, but grew a little more scary when the white teddy bear walked over with a mirror. The bear was holding it for my sake. I went silent when I saw her. Me! "A lot of us start out as baby girl dolls!" the teddy bear said, in a matter of fact voice, as he held the mirror in front of me. I sat there both fascinated and petrified trying to figure out how I got there and what had happened. This had something to do with that woman, and I was sure of that. Then again, I was looking at something impossible so obviously I was dreaming. But if I was dreaming then what about the woman I kept thinking about. That woman... Somewhere there was a part of my brain that wasn't laughing and knew I wasn't dreaming. There was a part of me that knew exactly what had happened and knew why that woman had done what she'd done. Can you dream a fantasy knowing it's real? That woman she was here somewhere in this dream - I knew it. I knew she lived alone, that she was at least as old as my grandmother and she had cash. I knew about that cash because she used it to pay me for the groceries I'd just delivered that very day. Came out of an old black purse. Lots of cash given the number of tens and twenties she still had after paying me. I also knew where she kept that old black purse she put back into the drawer of a curio cabinet. That old damn purse! "The purse? Right?" Mark asked as if he could read minds. Mark was that fairy Princess doll's name or so she said. The Fairy Princess that had started talking when I blinked my eyes clear. The white Teddy bear called himself John. There were at least a dozen others starting to move about, and a couple joined Mark and I. Nearly all of the dolls were girl dolls but each of them had been boys they said. Although there was one other Teddy bear in a pink tutu that sat off by itself on the window sill. "Purse?" I asked still looking at myself in the mirror. I was, according to John the Teddy bear, a Betsie Wetsi doll. He wasn't exactly or really sure because he didn't know dolls that well, although the little girl doll that sat down with us confirmed it. "He's a Betsi Wetsi doll all right because he's the same as Carl and Carl is a Betsi Wetsi doll," Rick said. That girl doll, confirming what I was, was a Chatty Cathy doll she said and I'm still not sure if I should be calling him a her or her a him? Anyway, he or she, as Chatty Cathy, was wearing a party dress and she called herself Rick. The bear in the tutu sitting on the window sill wasn't taking this very well, she said, nodding in his direction. I wasn't sure I was taking this very well either or, for that matter, where I was, but I was sure where I'd been. I'd become a crook and that made me feel bad. Honestly, I wouldn't have considered what I was considering but Joey scared me more than the thought of robbing someone. Joey scared everyone. Joey, also known as Joey the Arm, had loaned me five hundred dollars and that loan was due. Actually it was just past being due so I had interest now and while you didn't always have to pay back the principal part, you did have to pay the interest. Joey asked only once for his money and if you lived in the neighborhood you'd know that. You'd also know, if you knew Joey, as to what happened to those guys that didn't pay when Joey asked. You'd pay any way you could, because if you did live around here you knew why they called him Joey the arm. The arm, sort of his trademark, was the first thing Joey broke. So I was terrified because that five hundred dollars I'd borrowed was now up to six hundred and twenty five, at twenty five percent interest per week. Six hundred and twenty five dollars and I didn't have a dime of it. Joey wanted his money back and, if Joey didn't get his money back... I'd shuddered when I heard he was looking for me. I really didn't have any choice in doing what I planned on doing. The old Victorian was in pretty good shape but the windows dated back to when the house was built and the one at the side of the house, with a weak latch, opened easily. I was in and opening the drawer of that curio cabinet easily when I felt the shock. A shock or whatever it was, because I wasn't sure it was actually a shock like you get with electricity. Anyway, something odd hit me starting at the small of my back and went to every part of my body. Might have been electrical but, like I said, I wasn't sure and it didn't hurt like electrical. And then that laugh! I was positive about hearing that laugh. Perhaps not? I thought I heard it when that shock hit me. Although when I thought about it, it was more of a cackle than a laugh. I looked at the fairy slightly confused. She smiled at me. How odd to see a doll smiling. Even more odd that the doll can talk and claims to be a boy. "The purse! That black bag? She got most of us in the same way," John said when I'd nodded about knowing about that bag. "She'd flashed that purse and the money so we'd notice, and we all noticed," he said. "We notice, we get zapped, so obviously it was a lure. We took that bait hook, line and sinker... then bang, we're suddenly dolls." Rick, the one who said he was a Chatty Cathy doll, said all of this while fluffing the dress he wore. Kind of odd him doing that knowing he was once a boy. Rick wore a very frilly dress over a petticoat that he fluffed just after sitting. He was fluffing it a lot. He spent more time than I thought would be necessary for such a task as he added, "that Teddy bear in the tutu was a mugger I think. Not really sure because he won't say." I laughed. I laughed at the silliness of this. The bizarre, impossible, context of boy's voices coming out of dolls. Boys looking like frilly little dolls and I laughed hardest at myself. It really couldn't be real. It really had to be a dream. "I'm dreaming this! You guys are not real, but it's a pretty wild dream. Better than some dreams I've had. This is wild! You all look so real!" I almost said cute but didn't. When I was sure it was a dream I began to look around. I was looking around the little girl's room in that dim light with its pinks and lavenders thinking this would make a great story for animators or something. Something like that movie Toy Story. Of course, if I was making the movie, I'd use girl's voices because it sounded so odd hearing a boy's voice coming out of a little girl doll. "It's OK! Keep that thought for a while! We've all been there! We've all believed, at one time or another, that we're dreaming this. Some of us more than the others. Hard not to. So, hold onto that thought if it makes you comfortable!" another little girl style doll said walking over. That doll, dressed as frilly as the rest, introduced herself as a Saucy Walker type doll and she too had once been a boy. She had once been a boy named Alan. She twirled back and forth a little as she held the edges of her dress, which I thought was a bit sissy before she sat down with the rest of us. Another doll dressed the way I was and showing off a pair of ruffled baby pants crawled past. She didn't join us. She just paused, lifted a pudgy hand in a kind of wave and started crawling past us again. The Saucy Walker named Alan smiled before saying, "that's Carl, he's a Betsie Wetsi doll like you. Carl's been here a long time! He's sort of adapted to what he is. I suspect he might even be enjoying this. Lots of us do I guess?" "Doesn't seem to mind the way he looks?" I said watching those ruffled panties moving past me, making me wonder if I was wearing the same thing. I could feel the silkiness of the dress and the different layers as I moved so I had a sense of touch, but it was odd because it was with a doll's hand. I could also feel the thick diaper I was sitting on. "Oh, he likes being a baby. Says he wore diapers at home for bed wetting before he became a doll baby here. Weird, I know, but a couple of the guys are like that. That doll in the wedding dress and those two dressed as bride maids, over there by the flowers, are like that. They sort of hang together by themselves. They all got caught together so they've been a kind of group ever since," Alan said while fluffing his dress again. I thought him odd too since he was spending so much time fussing with his skirts. "So you're a guy. Those other dolls are guys. And, I'm a guy is what you are telling me? I've become a doll and it's not a dream?" I said laughing a sarcastic sort of laugh. "Pretty much!" Alan said holding his doll like hands out to emphasize a shrug. "How then? I mean if that's true, and obviously it's not, but for the sake of this argument or perhaps my dream, then if it was true, how?" I said moving a hand slowly under the dress to see if I had ruffles on the panties I wore or even if I wore panties. "We don't know? Got some ideas, but none of us are sure. No rocket scientist in this lot. Just mostly crooks. I'm sure of that! Each of us, before we became dolls, was trying to rob her. Except the bear. Like I said, we think he was a mugger. We're pretty sure she's a witch," Alan as Saucy Walker said. "We're dolls and she's a witch?" I said laughing once more. Not as confident a laugh as before though. "I know that sounds crazy, but it's true enough. Can't ignore the evidence now can you? We also know that for sure because she's had other women over and we can hear them chanting sometimes. Personally, and this is only my theory, but I think she captures our very essence or soul if you will?" Alan said. "Soul! There you go again with the soul stuff. Doesn't explain our voices now does it, or how we move about sometimes, or feel for that matter. And where are our bodies? And how do you explain when we get stiff like real dolls are those other times?" Mark asked. "Right on! Come on Alan we've had this conversation already. Besides, why is it we can feel what we are wearing and how come we can feel warm and cold?" Rick added. "Hey, I'm just saying is all. How the hell should I know! But think about it! I mean at least consider the logic of this as illogical as it seems. Look at us? I mean come on guys, we're dolls. Don't you think, if she can turn us into dolls, that it's going to be all that hard to do any of that other stuff?" Alan said. "Then I'll ask again, where are our bodies? If we're alive and dolls now then what happened to our bodies?" Mark as the Fairy Princess said. It was clearly a conversation or argument that they'd had before. It was funny watching a fairy princess doll getting mad. "You're asking me? Do I look like an expert on witches? Look at me? Guys, I'm the same as you! Hell, if I knew how she did it then I'm almost sure I'd know how to undo it! Look, I'm still not sure I even want to know. Hard enough dealing with just this!" Rick said. "But why do this to us?" I asked still believing I was dreaming. I felt the lace attached to the panties just then and the silkiness of the panties themselves. Two layers and one I was sure was plastic after slipping a finger between the panties and diaper. Had to be rhumba panties of some sort. I was wearing rhumba panties with ruffles I decided, and if mine were the same as that other boy's I had a tiny bow in the middle of one row. There was no question on what I wore under those panties either. Nothing is that thick! "Why do this to us? That's easy enough to figure out! I'd say it was because she can?" Alan said sounding sarcastic and added, "I think she's eccentric or something? Crazy but normal enough perhaps. Then again she could be a witch that's gone over the edge. You know, like some women can get who start collecting things... like dolls! It's just something she does and she happens to be a witch and we happen to have been the ones to discover that." "But why us in particular?" I asked. "That's even simpler to answer! We're all crooks! Every last one of us tried ripping her off. Maybe not her nephew perhaps, but the rest of us was trying to rob her when it happened. I'm guessing this is punishment of some kind," Alan noted. "Anyone ever asked her?" I asked. "Been too scared although I think that one over there... the one in the Bride's dress talks to her. Carl, the other Betsi Wetsi doll, does too but he says she doesn't like it when he talks because he's a baby and babies can't talk. That's what makes me think she's a kind of a looney tune. I mean she's played with most of us and once in a while we'll have these little girl tea parties and she gets very little girlish then," Alan said. "Little girlish?" I asked. "She dresses up like a little girl. Weird! When she dresses like that we get played with a lot," Alan said. "Barbie talks to her as well!" Mark added in a matter of fact tone. "That's right! Forgot about Barbie! Barbie over there talks to her a lot!" Alan said. "Barbie?" I asked looking in the direction of Alan's little doll hand and finger. "Barbie over there by that Skipper doll, the one sitting in the pink corvette. Barbie says she is definitely a witch, and she should know because the woman was her or rather his aunt. Personally I just think he's saying that for the attention he gets. Says he was the first and near as I can tell he may have been," Alan said. "OK, so let's say... just for the sake of argument mind you, that this is real and I'm a doll baby and you are whatever it was you called yourself. Do you guys get hungry, have to go to the bathroom, stuff like that?" I asked. "Far as I know, no one here has ever been hungry and no one, except perhaps you, gets fed and only the Betsi Wetsi dolls wet. The other Betsi Wetsi doll gets a bottle and she says just as soon as she starts drinking she starts wetting her diaper. The witch only feeds the babies and then it's only from a baby's bottle. Even at these teas we have it's all pretend," Alan said. "But I can feel?" I said. "We all can and before long you're going to find out that you really CAN feel," Mark noted with a laugh. The other two laughed a little as well and off in the distance there was a snicker. "What's that supposed to mean?" I asked looking for that snicker. "She means that we can really feel ourselves. You know, feel ourselves like we could when we had genitals... genitals as boys that is. I think she lets us do that! I think she allows us that so we're not as unhappy as we might have been otherwise," Alan said and added, "go on, try it?" "Try what?" I asked. "You know, feeling yourself. It's really weird not having a penis but you'll get used to that. Even more weird getting the same sort of sensations we once got when we did have a penis," Alan said. "No way!" I said. "Right! So how come you're playing with the lace of your panties then?" Alan asked in his own sarcastic voice. "What? That? I'm just curious is all," I said drawing my hand away from the panties. "Right!" Alan noted making it clear, by his voice he knew I was lying. "I'm serious!" I said. "Hey, it's OK, you're talking to someone who knows," Alan said as he moved his hand under his own dress and slips as he added, "nice thing is there is no mess and you can have as many orgasms as you want for as long as you play. Doesn't seem to change the feelings once you've had that orgasm either. Makes the nights a little more pleasant." "And the clothes!" Mark said laughing as he added, "even better with these things on!" "Right, and the clothes!" Alan noted. "So you guys like it?" I asked watching Alan do what I suddenly wanted to do. At least to confirm what he was suggesting. "What's not to like?" Alan said but not with a lot of conviction, and added with a voice sounding strained, "look man, I didn't do this to myself, but since it's been done, what's done is done. Might as well make the best of it. Hell, before this I was living under a bridge and I didn't get too eat much then either! Kind of nice not being hungry all the time! Or cold!" Mark nodded and he too put his hand under his dress as she said, "got to admit that this part of this is pretty good." "What about you?" I asked of the white Teddy bear. He had a pink ribbon around his neck tied into a large bow. "Can't? Don't know why, but I think it's because I didn't actually come into her house like the rest of you. Actually, I can't remember what I was doing before I became a Teddy bear. I think, since I'm a bear like that guy in the window, that I might have been a mugger or something, but I don't remember anything," the Teddy named John said. "Same as him then?" I asked. "The bear in that window? Yes, we're the same! He doesn't have any sensations down there either," John said but added in a happier voice, "best thing is though I don't remember ever having those sensations so I'm not sure I'm missing them either." "You would if you could!" Alan noted sarcastically. "That's true enough I suppose, but since I don't know then it's no big deal," the white Teddy named John said. It was funny watching those puffy white arms move up in a shrug. I was also watching the two girl dolls now playing with themselves, but fighting the urge to do what they were doing when I finally decided to give into it. I slipped a hand under my own dress and slips, found the waistband of my baby pants and diapers edge slipping past both. I could feel myself feeling and suddenly felt a small opening. "I have girl's genitals!" I said. "Not really. None of us have genitals. That's just the Wetsi part of Betsi. When she gives you your baby's bottle you'll wet from there. Water goes right though you! It's not like a girl's place at all. Bring your hand back up a bit!" Alan said. I did and suddenly felt myself. It was electrifying, frightening and wonderful at the same time. "Do you feel yourself feeling?" Alan asked. "Yes!" I said trying to sound normal. There was an instant reaction to my hand that intensified as I moved it over the smooth area just before that opening. Like foreplay with a girl, only it was me as that girl feeling me. My hand was mine and moving as a guys hand, only it was a doll's hand and I was a doll. I was getting confused thinking about it. I stopped. Something odd about sitting there as a Betsi Wetsi doll masturbating in front of a bunch of other girl dolls. Hell of a dream though I thought. Got dolls in frilly dresses and a couple, counting me, in diapers and frilly dresses and we're all supposed to have been guys? Not likely I thought as a light came on under the door. "She's coming!" A small doll dressed as a cheerleader said laying by the bottom of the door, as if on watch. Everyone started to scramble back to where they'd been. I wasn't sure where I was supposed to be deciding I must have been there already. "What's up?" I asked getting scared again. "She doesn't mind us moving about, but when she comes into the room she expects us to be back in our original places," Alan said as she ran over by the doll carriage she'd been leaning against. The room suddenly went quiet just as the knob turned. "Little Miss?" the woman said standing by the door. I hadn't met anyone named Little Miss yet. "Little Miss? Where are you sweetheart! There you are! Hello precious! Mommy's here so you can get your bath," the woman said picking me up a second before she picked up a doll diaper bag that read 'my Betsi Wetsi Baby Bag'. I came up too fast making me dizzy and went into her large arms easily. This was so wild I thought. She turned to the door and I caught movement below me and to her right. She noticed as well bending a little as the brown bear in the tutu was making a funny looking dash for the opening. His legs didn't bend so it was an odd gate that got him right to the doors edge before the flash. "Now where do you think you're going?" the woman asked just before that flash. I watched frightened right down to my diaper as the brown teddy in the pink tutu changed into a porcelain doll on a music stand. The woman bent, picked her up with the hand holding the diaper bag, and sat her on the dresser as she said, "should have guessed you'd try that. Just for that you're going to stay that way for a while so get use to it." I lost view of the new figurine now looking like a ballerina doing a twirl as we reached the hall but not the dot in my eyes from the flash. It was like a really bright camera flash, and I was sure that bear had changed before the flash hit my eyes. I really wanted this to be a dream. I wanted that badly as she walked down the hall with me resting in the crook of her massive arm. "And this is my latest!" the woman said as she reached another woman already standing in the kitchen. "Oh my stars! A Betsi Wetsi? Gosh does that take me back. My poor brother spent a lot of his time as a Betsi Wetsi doll," the woman said and added, "not really a doll though, just pretend when I was a little girl. Gosh how he hated getting dressed up. Not so much the dresses but his diapers!" "Well, this one is going to be one of my favorites. Got two now," the woman holding me said. That other woman had bent in to see me up close, lifted my dress and smiled. Her face loomed like a giant's over me, and she was, compared to my current size. I was frozen in place when she picked me up but with that woman's face so close I would have been frozen anyway. "Love the eyes. You can always recognize them in those eyes," the second woman said smiling as she straightened herself and added in the middle of a turn to the right added, "so you said you had the fixings for tea?" "Cupboard next to the stove! First shelf! Waters in the kettle. Go ahead and start it while I give my little sweetheart here her first bath," the witch said as she moved to the sink. I could see one of those cute little toy doll baby bath tubs, next to it the makings of a bath. She sat me down on a baby towel and started running tap water from the sink. "So how did you get him? That purse I keep hearing about?" The second woman asked casually just to my left by the stove. I could move my eyes but nothing else. "Works every time," the woman running the water for my bath said and added with a laugh, "came in through that window I've got fixed. Zapped him just as he was starting to bend over." "So how many dolls you got now?" The second woman said. "Eleven not counting my two bears although one of my bears is a figurine now. Tried getting out just now. He's not very happy, but then again he was a mugger, and I really do hate the muggers so I'm going to keep him as a figurine for a while," the first woman said. "They go mad after a time like that you know," the second woman said as she added, "Carol says it doesn't take long if they can't do anything but think?" "I know, but he's got to be punished so a couple of weeks with just his eyes and ears should be more than enough," the witch said as she started filling the small pink tub. "Heck of a lot more fun than real dolls isn't it?" the woman fixing tea said. "Tell me about it!" the witch said putting the tub on the sink before she started taking my clothes off. I wore a very frilly little pink dress, a slip almost as frilly as the dress, those ruffled panties and a diaper under that. Each came off carefully before I was lowered into the baby bath. I could actually feel the water on my skin as if I was in my skin and wondered if it was. It was nearly a perfect temperature because she had used the inside of her wrist to test it first. I was out of the water from my neck to the top of my head but everything else was submerged as she picked up a small pink doll size wash cloth. Had I been able to move I would have jerked a little at the touch of the wash cloth where my genitals once were. It was my eyes that gave me away. "Oh, does my precious baby like that?" the witch asked. I wasn't sure about liking that baby part, but yes, I was sure I liked where that wash cloth was. If I was dreaming, and I kept that thought so the other thoughts didn't get any scarier, then I had no problem with this dream. At least not at the moment only that moment didn't last as she moved over my chest before lifting me for my backside. "He got all of his senses?" the second woman asked coming over with her tea made. "Absolutely. That's what keeps them so happy," the witch said. "Hello precious! Can auntie touch you?" the woman said moving a large finger down into the water and I would have jerked again as she added, "love those eyes! It's like they can talk with those eyes! Does that feel good honey? It does doesn't it!" "The other one, my other Betsi Wetsi doll, begged me the other day to keep him as a baby girl!" the witch said. "Really? Now that's rare! I do have one that loves his frilly dresses but sometimes he misses being a boy. I don't think I've ever had one want to stay like this forever," the woman said watching my eyes as she continued playing. "You've got to give them more of your time! They crave the attention. Look at their eyes as you're playing with them and you'll know. I play with each of them every day. Heck, my nephew has been my Barbie doll now for three years and he's very happy. "When I asked him if he wanted to change back he said no. Actually I think it's because of his friend now. Turned him into Skipper so they both are girls," the witch said and giggled, "I think my nephew is gay but he won't admit it. I keep finding them together in the bedroom part of his Barbie doll house." "You're right! I mean about that playing part. I know I should play with them if for no other reason than that little glint in their eyes they get, but it's just that I get a little bored and start ignoring them," the second woman said. "Not me! Can't get enough of them! Especially the babies," the witch said as she moved the wash cloth from my back side down between my legs. That sensation came back again from the opposite direction. "You always were a motherly type. Gosh do you remember Brad? The look on his face that night!" the woman said laughing. "Brad? Oh for heavens sake, Brad! Mr.... 'I'm to sexy for my cloths' Brad. That was so funny," the witch said. "The look on his face when he started wetting was absolutely priceless," the woman said. "Stopped groping me though didn't he!" the witch said. "In a Minneapolis second! Always wondered what his mother thought. I know his friend swore me to secrecy over that and we never dated again," the woman said. "You don't remember that Tuesday when he came back to school?" the witch said. "No? What was I supposed to remember?" the woman said. "How puffy his bottom looked?" the witch said. "Didn't notice? So what was that all about?" the woman asked. "Diapers! His mother had to put him back into diapers!" the witch said as she laid me on the pink doll size baby towel. "Diapers? I don't remember that? You're telling me she diapered him for that one accident?" the woman asked as she sat her tea down and twisted open the baby powder while I was being dried. "Honey, Brad was wetting at least every few hours. I saw to that. That's why he didn't show up on Monday. He was at the doctors. Nearly cried when I asked him how he was that Monday night. Went over to ask and the look on his face was priceless. Had him wet while he was standing there only nothing got wet. That's when I knew his mother had diapered him. "Told me he was very ill and couldn't date for awhile and had to go. Closed the door so fast I thought I was going to get smacked. Of course the reason he didn't get wet when he wet in front of me was that he was in those diapers and some very crinkly baby pants. Had a death grip on his bathrobe. That was the last time we talked. Come Tuesday he shows up at school with a bottom as big as a girls," the witch said laughing. "How long did you make him wet then?" the woman asked. "Couple of weeks. Four or five times a day. Don't you remember? He stopped playing football for the rest of that season," the witch said. "That's funny. I didn't know that. I thought he really was sick," the woman said. "Nope, that was me!" the witch said. "You were so wicked back then!" the woman said. "Just with the naughty ones," the witch said and added as she tilted the baby powder over my vinyl like skin, "like my little sweetheart here!" As they talked, I could actually feel the baby powder landing on my super sensitive skin and when she started rubbing it in I sort of blanked out for a bit. She added far more powder than she needed to, but she also spent far more time rubbing it in as well. I lost count over how many times I actually had an orgasm. "Isn't that wonderful?" the witch said bending down and kissing me on the forehead. It was wonderful and I might have said so if I could talk but I couldn't. Did like the touch of that fresh diaper and if I could have blushed I'd have done that as well. It was real cloth but tiny and was pinned closed with Preemie size diaper pins according to the cardboard they were attached to. The pink baby pants were tiny as well, but fit perfectly and I could both feel and smell the newness of my plastic pants. How any of this was possible left me slightly dazed and trying desperately to figure out, but all of those sensations were flooding me with an incredible amount of well being. Then I saw the panties and felt so guilty. Guilty, and thankful there was nothing down there now to suggest I liked them. The panties I wore over those baby pants were white satiny and shimmered in the light. They were still ruffled and matched the dress she undid from a tiny hanger that had held it. The slip came off of another small plastic hanger and was styled like a little girl's but smaller - doll size and it too shimmered. This was so wild I thought trying not to think that as the slip went over the arms she had raised up. "That's cute!" the woman said. "Organdy, taffeta and nylon! The only fabrics, outside of satin, that my little dolls wear. Keeps their little hands busy when there in the room by themselves," the witch said giggling and added, "starting sewing for my Betsi Wetsi doll a couple of months ago when I couldn't find dresses frilly enough. It is cute isn't it?" "Very! You know, if you were to sew me something as cute as that little dress for one of my dolls, I might start paying more attention to them," the woman said. "Oh I'd love to. It's so fun when we get together and share dolls and clothes with each other. Believe it or not it was Sharon who clued me into those fabrics and designing the dresses more frilly," the witch said. "Really? Sharon? She was so butch growing up. So you guys have a club or what or is that just the talk on the street?" the woman said. "It's kind of a club. More like a comparison of dolls and clothes although when we're secure enough we allow them to move about. Did a little fashion show the last time and it was so adorable. The boys can get fairly good at being little girls when they are covered in girlish stuff for any length of time," the witch said. "You let them roam about? Don't you worry one of them might get free?" the woman asked. "And do what?" Can you imagine? First of all outside of my influence they become boys again and the clothes are ripped to shreds when they grow so they end up as very naked boys. And what are they going to tell anyone? Can you imagine them talking to the police? "It would go something like... "'Hi, some witch captured me while I tried robbing her and turned me into a doll. A baby girl doll and she treated me like a doll the whole time. I was in frilly dresses and diapers till I escaped! I want her arrested!' "What do you think that policemen is going to do with that boy?" the witch said as she fussed with the slip that was taking more of my attention than what she was saying. "Gosh, you're right! Most likely he gets fitted for a straight jacket! You know, I need to hang with you more. I seem to be stuck in an adult world and here you are having more fun now that when we were girls," the woman said. "Easy enough to change!" the witch said. "Easy as 1, 2, 3!" the visiting woman said laughing as I caught a glimpse of the edge of the panties I could still see under my slip and matching dress. It was the dress changing that got my attention as she said that 1,2,3. The dress went from a glistening white to pink. "Oh! Now that does look better? Now why did I pick white in the first place? Thank you!" the witch said. "My pleasure and I suppose his now as well. Can't be a baby girl and not be in pink!" the woman said. "Exactly!" the witch said as she slipped the dress over my arms still standing straight up in the air. 'Exactly,' I mused as the dress moved the slip around me. I wasn't sure which of the fabrics it was made of that she mentioned but I was sure I liked it. I also liked the dress in pink and wished, with some longing, for that mirror the bear had in the room. "Might just go shopping for a new doll tonight! Got rid of the ones that I had and just haven't gotten around to finding another," the woman said smiling down at me sitting on the counter next to my baby bath tub and gear. "One of the best places, if you're serious, is down towards the end of the boardwalk. Almost sure to get mugged there and a lot of the boys, as raggedy as the sometimes are, can be very cute," the witch said. "Thought you used that purse trick most of the time?" the woman said. "I do. In fact that mugger, the one I just turned into a figurine, came on me purely by accident. Car broke down. That's why I made him into a bear and he doesn't have the doll genitals or their senses," the witch said. "You going to keep him?" the woman asked. "Why?" the witch asked back. "Might be fun having him as my first Betsi Wetsi. I kind of like the idea of him not liking it so much!" the woman said. "Still a tiny bit kinky are we?" the witch asked. "Never was just a tiny bit! In fact, that's probably why I don't have that same mothering instinct as you. Not so much into the nurturing as into the punishment. In fact, just the thought of doing that to a young man is making me slightly giddy," the woman said. "You'd really love Kathy!" the witch said. "Kathy?" the woman said. "Kathy! Our dear sister witch doesn't turn her boys into dolls she just makes their genitals disappear and then spends most of her time teaching her boys to be girls," the witch said. "Miniatures?" the woman asked. "No, full size! She's got a beauty shop. Really, if you haven't been in there you simply must go. All of her girls are boys and some of them she keeps looking like boys so people know they are male. It's really odd at times seeing a young man prissing around as a sissy doing your hair or nails. Very painful for some of them," the witch dressing me said. "You're kidding?" the other witch noted. "Really, she sends them to beauty school, a couple have gone to modeling school and all of them end up working for her. Of course she's playing with them a lot like I play with mine. Frankly it's intriguing but I've always loved taking care of my little girls so it's not nearly as attractive to me as it might be for you," the witch said. "Where is her shop?" the woman asked. "Down on Cullen by the mall. Can't miss it, it's the only pink building on the street. 'Missy's Sissy's Hair and Nails'. She gets a large amount of business because people know her girls are boys. She always was a little bit out there," the witch said. "Now that sort of thing sounds even better!" the woman said. "You really are kinky!" the witch said. "Hey, remember the old saying: 'different chants for different aunts'," the woman said. "I don't remember that?" the witch said as she slipped a pair of lace socks on my feet before sliding the tiny Mary Jane shoes over them. "Just made it up! Cute no?" the woman said. "You and Missy will get along just fine. Heck, you might even consider changing a diaper or two," the witch said. "Actually, I'm thinking of doing that after I get him home, that baby powder smell is intoxicating, but first I'll need to shop for another boy. Only I think I'll make my Betsi Wetsi a big girl instead of a doll. Anyway, it's getting late and I wanted to get that book of cures back to you before you started wondering or chanting my way. Great tea and your little doll there is so very adorable," the woman said. I would have smiled if I could because I felt about as cute as I looked. Even better when she turned my arms down so they rested against the folds of the satin. The bonnet made me almost faint when she put that on me last before I was fitted into a booster chair for the table. "Let me know how things turn out and if you see Missy tell her hello," the witch said. "I will and thanks again for that book of spells," the woman said putting her tea cup in the sink as I watched the witch filling a tiny baby's bottle with milk. "Can he taste that?" the woman asked picking up her purse. "Oh sure. Although it goes right though him. It's only fair that he at least can taste it," the witch said lifting me after she closed the bottle. I could taste the milk and she was right as I felt the diaper growing wet almost instantly. "How cute!" the woman said and added, "anyway, got to run. Hugs." "Don't be such a stranger!" the witch said as she looked down at me and smiled. She was holding me in that massive arm as she fed me and I could feel her fingers moving around the panties. Something to be said of this I mused as the bottle continued flowing as I did. "I won't," the woman said as she went through the front door. "As for you my little precious angle. It's time for bed so I can get your sister changed," the witch said as she laid me down and picked up another diaper. All of the milk had passed and the diaper I was wearing was soaked. Took a second to change me before she carried me towards the bedroom again. The baby wipe was electrifying. The dolls were back where they were when I left which I suspect was just seconds ago as I was slipped into a small cradle by the dresser. A moment later she left with the other Betsi Wetsi doll. "So?" John the Teddy bear asked coming over to the cradles edge. "What?" I asked now able to move freely as I sat up but continued holding on to the pink baby blanket. "You like it or what?" John the Teddy bear asked. "Of course she likes it! Right?" Alan, as Saucy Walker, asked as he fluffed her or his dress without any hesitation this time. "Yes!" I said. "Welcome to your new home then!" Rick, as Chatty Cathy, said. "So you guys knew this would happen?" I asked. "Do Teddy bears poop in the woods?" John the Teddy bear said laughing before adding with another riotous laugh as he grabbed his feet paws and began rolling, "wait, that doesn't make sense does it? I don't poop!" "You've got to forgive him! He's been a Teddy bear for too long," Alan said smiling as the bear began rolling around the floor in his own fit of humor. "So you do like it then?" I asked turning a little serious. "Of course. It's just that sometimes she gets a guy in here that doesn't and it's kind of a downer, so we're a little cautious of the new ones. Like I'd said, what's not to like?" Alan asked. "Dresses, slips, panties, even diapers? I mean it's all the stuff we're not supposed to like? Right?" I asked. "OK, and since you're a doll and that particular doll wears frilly dresses and diapers you're kind of stuck with what goes with the territory. So, like I said, what's not to like?" Alan asked, but in a softer voice as his focus changed. His hand was under his dress again. "Tell me about it!" I said slipping my hand under my dress to mimic what Alan and Rick were doing. The only down side was the diaper had been pinned on a little too snugly. I gave up trying to get past the hem and began moving my hand over the baby pants and diaper. Meanwhile... Joey The Arm was searching the neighborhood for me and his money, vowing, as the day went on, that it would be six months before I'd write again. No one knew where I was and Joey was out five hundred plus another one hundred and twenty five for that weeks interest. Joey saw the attractive women standing by her car with a flat tire and smiled. The street lamp had been shot out three years ago and left alone. That woman was alone as well. John guessed by the car, and her clothes, that her jewelry had to be real as he changed his direction and thoughts. Collecting from me could wait Joey mused. Witch Hazel (no pun intended) stood bent over seductively by the tire she'd let the air out of and smiled. She watched the boy from the corner of her eye. He was moving in her direction and while not nearly as petite as she might like definitely cute looking. She'd have him change her tire first, change himself, then drive him home. "Need help pretty lady?" Joey said coming up in a swagger while obviously admiring the woman's bottom, then her legs clad in nylons as Hazel stood and turned. "Would you? I don't have a clue on how to change this tire," Hazel said in a feminine voice. "Sure honey! Although first it might be better if you give me your purse and jewelry to hold," Joey said as he hit the button on his switch blade. The woman's smile confused him a little as did the lack of panic. Something else was happening as well. Something sudden and so very odd. A feeling he had where his erection had just been. "What the hell?" John said. He was still holding the knife but now in a defensive position although not sure what to defend against. The woman was still a few feet from him. He was also no longer focused on her as his hands went down to the front of his jeans. The hand with the knife stayed down there but it was shaking as his free hand came up to his chest. The bumps there were obvious as his face showed a sudden panic. Even without a bra he could see his shirt changing and feel the form from his new breast. His right hand confirmed those as his left hand, now simply grasping the knife also confirmed what he'd just lost. "Mommy!" John said in a girlish voice before he dropped the knife and started to cry. He was about to run but as he tried to it was clear he couldn't. "Actually sweetheart it's auntie or soon will be. Now then, why don't you change that tire first while I explain why you're going to like being my little girl. Funny thing is I really don't know how to do that tire thing and besides, it will give you something to focus on besides those perky little breasts of yours," Hazel said. John did as he was told but hadn't closed the trunk yet because, she said, his new clothes were in there. "Can't be a pretty little girl without the clothes precious!" Hazel noted as she brought out panties while John removed his clothes. Of course he refused but suddenly he felt something round, firm and warm and he'd never felt that sort of thing there before. He jerked, then twisted to see what or who was behind him and she laughed, "Oh, I'm sorry honey, did I go into the wrong place?" A second later that sensation behind him was gone but another, more intense, took him from the front. Same firmness and still warm, slightly slippery and John became suddenly ill. "Better?" Hazel asked. "Please!" John whimpered as he stood there and he wasn't sure what to call it other than something closer to being raped, but without an apparent assailant. "Then it might be better if you obey me sweetheart, simply because you really don't want to see me, no make that experience me mad," Hazel said. For John those words hit him like a fist. Seeing her mad, if she hadn't been already, was definitely something he didn't want to see. He took his clothes off without any hesitation. A street bum halfway to oblivion stood at an abandon window across the street after hearing voices and rubbed his yes. There was a beautiful woman nicely dressed handing a naked young girl a pair of panties. He coughed, spit and slid back down again. He knew a hallucination when he saw one. John took the panties, stepped into them, the bra next with some help and the slip after a bit of struggle. The sun dress, a chiffon with an underskirt of nylon fit him perfectly, as did the thigh high nylons with the lace tops now gripping his thighs before he wiggled his toes into a pair of lemon yellow mules he spent some time trying to close at the back. Hazel handed him his matching purse and put him into the car on the passenger side. John sat huddled against the passenger side door frantic with panic and trying not to look at his dress, those breasts, his legs covered in nylon and those yellow heels. She had him brush his long hair back then try a couple of times to gather it into a scrunchy. It was done, but with only limited success. His hair, not just a bit ago was no more than a half inch in length. John cried the whole time except when the policemen rolled up. John stopped then as the woman suggested he remain quiet, after she promised not to return his penis but keep his breast in place. That would make an interesting booking if they were hauled in. She obviously a woman she said and he... Well, she suggested, a man with breast and a penis might confuse the other inmates a little. John was silent as the policemen established what had happened before escorting them to the freeway. He waved them a good day. A few days later, in the area that John once worked, a half dozen people felt a great deal of relief to discover that the guy they owed money too had gone off somewhere and disappeared. Most, automatically believing it was the mob who had done whatever deed had fallen over the young gangster. Most didn't care other than to note happily that they didn't owe any more money. The mob of course did spend some amount of time searching for their collector because he still owed them a few thousand, but then again it was only a few thousand. They too suspected foul play but no one on the street could confirm that. Truth is no one really cared because John wasn't that far up in their food chain and another young man had already started where he had left off. Missy, meanwhile, had sat down with Hazel and Joey after Hazel decided to turn Joey into a sissy rather than into a girl. Hazel sort of wanted that penis back she'd said and Missy, of course, understood completely. Missy made a point of noting she kept at least half her boys as boys for that reason. She also liked that other half as girls and Hazel could have that same option if she expanded her harem as she had although she used the term stable. Joey didn't know what had actually happened but he knew his life, the life he knew, had ended. He also knew what they meant by a sissy boy, as two of them worked on his nails. It was odd seeing two young men, who could obviously pass as girls, not trying very hard to look like girls. Joey, Hazel noted, should watch these two intently. At least, she noted with a laugh, as intensely as they were watching him. It would only be a slight bit of irony that Don The Book, a friend of Joey's when Joey was collecting, asked about that new sissy boy as he got his nails done. Don The Book favored sissy boys and had his nails done three or four times a week at "Missy's Sissy's Hair and Nails". "Hi doll!" 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Living Doll

It all started out just as a bit of crazy fun, a one-night thing, but we both got so excited that we carried on. I had been going out with Frank for a month and we had just started having sex when he invited me to stay for the weekend. Of course I said yes straight away, two days and nights of rampant sex was something to look forward to. We had dined out and returned to his flat for a nightcap and then it was off to bed. In the corner besides his wardrobes was one of those blow up...

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Living Sex Doll

Audrey was an Afro Caribbean woman, 26 years old, 5'10" tall with 46DD breasts and a medium frame. She was totally submissive with a particular fetish for anonymous sex. This is her story in all its glory. Peter and Gareth, were removal men, well that's not quite true they were brothers who earned extra cash with the large Mercedes walk through van. They thought their boat had come in when asked to deliver one box for £400 from Hackney to Ilford, a distance of some 20 miles. However when...

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Living In A House Full of Girls part 1

Living in a House Full of Girls By Amy Brett (part 1) Chapter 1 "I GUESS YOU'VE got a choice," she said. "Either do it or head back home somehow." I frowned at the thought of returning to North Dakota anytime, let alone in the middle of winter and without any money for a bus or anything. We'd gotten to San Francisco two months earlier on our way to Hollywood and stardom. Well, without money, we were just stuck in San Francisco. At least we'd been a little bit smart....

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Living Beyond the Dream

Living Beyond the Dream By: Malissa Madison My sister had finally arrived. It was like looking at myself ten years from now, or like looking at Missy. I was searching for words to convey how I felt but nothing seemed appropriate. "Malissa, are you ok?" she finally asked. "Uhh, yeah, I'm fine. This is just, well everything is happening so fast." "It usually does in battle," she commented. "Thankfully this one is staying peaceful. That's why we're moving so fast, before the...

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Living Dizyntk 2Chapter 3 Living Dizyntk

Michael Christopher had been through more in the last eight years than any of the friends he used to have in the Protectorate would readily believe. Being shot down and surviving the crash; that they would readily buy. It had happened a few times to other pilots. It was the rest of the story that they wouldn't buy. They probably would not even rent it. Pulling a critically injured young female dizyntk from a crashed transport and then somehow keeping her alive; that would be stretching the...

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Reliving Last Night

This is story is based on our true experiences.   Some details and names are changed to maintain the anonymity of all involved. I rolled over in bed to find Gibson smiling at me.    He is always turned on in the morning, and I think he had been watching me sleep for a while. Gibson whispered, “Good morning, beautiful.   Did you sleep well?” I nuzzled my head against his chest and purred giving a low “mmhhmmm” in response. I had my 34DD’s pressed against Gibson’s as I spooned against his right...

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Living the DreamChapter 5

Approximately 4:30 PM WEDNESDAY Master Joe inspected me roughly and quite thoroughly before letting me in the house. It is not my house any more. I just live here now. I don’t have a key and I am not permitted in without my family’s permission. That is why I have to wait outside and be grateful to enter. I thanked him for his attention. Master Joe fingered my asshole, cunt, and mouth in that order. He pulled my hair, yanked my tits and slapped my belly before rubbing his hands all over my...

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Living The Life

God damn, this is a rush! This stuff turns me on something fierce! It makes my nipples hard, puts a flush on my cheeks, and even under my corset and panties it also makes my dick hard too. No, not hard enough to tent those panties out but you can definitely tell that I'm turned on. Of course, the man kneeling in front of me can tell that as well and that turns him on even more and that, of course, turns me on even more and... well, you get the picture. I never would've guessed that...

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Living with Kara

From the time we were little, Kara and I were always close. We shared a bedroom until it came time for a growing preteen girl to have her privacy. Even though we had separate rooms, we still spent almost all of our time together. It was a combination of a pure sibling love but also comfort for our living conditions. You see, our parents were not the nicest people on the planet, especially to each other. A stretch of two days without arguing was like Christmas to Kara and I, or at least...

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Living a CAP Based PresentChapter 55 A Tour of Corsica

The walk across the dark landscape took a few minutes longer than I had hoped, but it was only three forty-nine when we arrived at the administration building. The door opened up and we found ourselves looking at a small room with several doors and a large purple circle marking a gravity elevator. “Wow,” Ashley said as we entered. “Lots of space.” “Which way to the teleportal?” I asked. “Use the first door on the left,” the AI said. “Concubines must wait for their citizen or another...

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living in hell with 3 evil sisters

My life wasn’t ideal for any 16 year old boy hitting puberty. I grew up in a house with no father (because he kicked the bucket when I was only two years old) a mother who seemed like she was always out of town, and three older sisters. Needless to say I was lacking a father figure in the house, or any kind of figure that would teach me to be a man because I sure as hell knew I wasn’t.  With mom being out of town a lot that meant that we’d have to take care of ourselves more. Do the cooking,...

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Living with Glee

Living with Glee A silly, silly Whateley Academy story by Souffle Girl Dedicated to all the fellow fangirls out there, and to all our friends and significant ones that have to cope with our babbling. --------------- Notes from the author: someone asked me if my Whateley stories are canon. They're not, they're just fanfiction. Also, this story contains a couple of not-so-hidden references to Mass Effect and Skyrim. They're just that - an homage from a...

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Living among the Kilitoki

Manhood Ritebyfictitious©*** Warning: This is a long story, with a plot that slowly builds up. The actual sex happens towards the end. If long stories aren't your thing, then please beware. *** This story is fiction and all characters are of legal age (18 years of age or older). - Chapter 1 - "I'll see you in twenty minutes." Zoe hung up the phone and, mop in hand, looked at the kitchen floor of her flat. Half of the tiles were sparkling white, while the other half had a dull, dusty look to...

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Living in a Pub

Abby Stone got out of her battered mini in the car park of the Coach and Horses. The weather was dull and drizzling, and twilight was just a few moments away, which matched her sombre mood. She was feeling a little depressed after her meeting with the Regional Manager at the brewery. He had been very nice and very sympathetic with her dilemma. But he had pointed out that under the present economic conditions, the brewery were having to consider closing some of the managed houses. The increasing...

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Living in a Pub

Abby Stone got out of her battered mini in the car park of the Coach and Horses. The weather was dull and drizzling, and twilight was just a few moments away, which matched her sombre mood. She was feeling a little depressed after her meeting with the Regional Manager at the brewery. He had been very nice and very sympathetic with her dilemma. But he had pointed out that under the present economic conditions, the brewery were having to consider closing some of the managed houses. The increasing...

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Making of a Sissy Fuck Doll

This is my first story in quite awhile I hope everyone enjoys if you have comments or suggestions please email me. [email protected] love to hear from readers yours Truly Tiffany the want to be fuck toy. The making of a Sissy Fuck doll William also sometimes known as Willa was confused she couldn't move there were head phones on her and a visor on her head. She couldn't quite make out the words but there was a pounding beat and whispered words coming from the head phones. ...

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Living Arrangements

My name is Ralph, and I'm going to tell you how I managed to be living with six gorgeous women. It started with my girlfriend, Kris, getting tired of me crashing at her place. She said I was homeless, I told her I was just in-between living situations. Kris and I had decided that we weren't ready to share a place yet, she was adamant about "maintaining her own space." Thankfully, my little sister, Jessica, and her friend, Pam, had just moved into a house that was too big for them and were...

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Living on a Dead End StreetPart Two Tuesday

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Living Next Door to Heaven 228 Horses

The first thing I noticed when I walked out to the car to go to my first class on Monday morning was that Rhonda and Samantha were going with me. I was taking Intermediate Inorganic Chemistry 330. It included a lecture, a discussion, and a second lecture on Monday and Wednesday. Tuesday and Thursday, the entire three hours was taken up by the lab. That meant four days a week, 9:30-12:30. Then for good measure, they threw in one final 9:30 lecture on Friday before we were free for the weekend....

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Voodoo Doll

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Living as Four Bodies and One Mind

Living as four bodies and one mind – a tale of love and wife swapping Synopsis: After the birth of the first child, sex life takes a turn for the worse for a young couple in Bangalore. The husband tries to discuss his problems with his close friend. Can the four of them find a new way of life? Can two men and two women live together as shared husbands and shared wives, or will jealousy destroy the ‘extended’ family? Me – 32 years old, married for three years. Wife – 25. One kid, 2 year...

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SRU The Doll

SRU: The Doll By Morpheus ([email protected]) Sandy Morris tried to keep up with her mom walking in the mall, but her 9 year old legs were no match for her mother's greater stride. Gail Morris looked back impatiently at her daughter, "Hurry up honey, or I'll leave you behind." Running and catching up with her mom Sandy noticed a store that looked interesting. She begged her mom to let her go in and look around, and Gail reluctantly agreed, knowing that if she didn't Sandy...

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Therapy Doll

Therapy Doll A young man finds himself in the middle of two personalities. It's in the middle of that discovery that he finds himself about to become homeless. There is a plan, albeit an odd plan but he and he alone might be able to bring those two together and in doing so find a home. All he's got to do is become a Therapy Doll. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to locations, persons living or dead is purely coincidental. There is also sex between consenting partners...

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My New Fuck Doll

Mom loved her half-sister, Doreen, very much. She hadn't seen her in ages. That didn't stop mom from calling her and keeping tabs on her. Aunt Doreen was a lot older than mom. One day, mom went to a garage sale. She saw a beautiful big baby doll that she thought Aunt Doreen would love. She bought it, and brought it back to the house. She showed it to me, and said she was going to send it to Doreen. Mom didn't know that i had a sexual fetish with dolls. That doll was calling me, to take...

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Living Wild Free Is The Best Thing ToDo

I've always believed that in life you have to ''BELIEVE'' & ''BE A FREE SPIRIT PERSON''I will explain my top ten & I'm sure you'll all be agreed!!!MY TOP TEN HIT OF Living Wild & Free:*****Number:1-**Being honest with yourself is the most important !!!!**Number:2-**Accepting to have new experience with your girlfriend/boyfriend.***Number:3-**Have your wildest oral orgy game timed...(10minutes)then one on one while the third party watch's for the same amount of...

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Living the DreamChapter 6

11:30 AM SATURDAY Master had been gone for a few hours with our two sons. Miss Claire went into her room and ignored me. That was not at all unusual for us. She frequently ignored me as I flitted about the house performing my chores and training in the nude. He left me with my hands cuffed behind my back and a long list of chores, including yard work. It is not as easy as you may think to run a vacuum cleaner when your hands are behind your back. My solution was to pull it behind me. He...

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Dream Doll

(Due to the large amount of copyright notices in this story, I have listed them in Author's Note's in order to not give away any details.) Dream Doll Story by Garath Xion Editing by Cedric Hasten "Can we go now?" James asked for the third time since entering the store. "Hold your damn horses alright? Geez, we're in a sex shop for crying out loud. You should be excited at the possibilities. What are you gay or something?" Ben shot back at him. James mentally sighed. He hated...

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Annabelles Doll

Annabelle's Doll by The sheep of the China Shepherdess. The flyer read, "Mary Anne's Antique Doll show, County Fairgrounds, Early admission 25 dollars." Most of the attendees were older women, with gray hair. Many had been rather pretty when young. Some still had a semblance of figure. Others were obviously mammalian and female. Behind the counters more often than not were young men in their mid 20s. Dressed in the...

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The Doll

Sitting in front of his computer Henry was browsing on a website that sold realistic life-size sex dolls. He was amazed at how life-like these dolls were. As Henry continued browsing the website, the urge to place an order was growing inside him.He liked the ones that were already preconfigured, but he wanted to customize a doll to his liking. He continued to search for the option to customize a doll, but could not find it. Henry picked up his phone and called the company."Thank you for...

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Living the Dream Malissas Academy 11

LTD, Malissa's Academy, 11 By: Malissa Madison The celebration lasted long into the next day with people coming from all over. Not just from the other Academies and in town. But from the Tribes and even the Terraformers as well. I was happy to see the Orchid again as Bounder, Shorty and Midge rushed happily to greet their parents in the Tank transport habitat. Soon we began the task of cleaning up. At first I thought it was just getting late, but then I realized as I stepped out...

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