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Sometimes stories take on a life of their own. Such was the case with thistale. It came to me while I was working on ?A Life With Ariel? and, in fact,stifled the writing of said tale. I managed to begin and complete this taleafter only two nights of writing.

Still, the formation of it took a bit longer and it lingered in my head forquite awhile. I hope that I have corrected it thoroughly enough to be enjoyablethough I fear that only one read since writing it will prove to be a mistake.Just the same, I am ready to move on. So, it is presented as it is, mistakesand all. As always, comments are quite welcome.

Disclaimer: Those wishing for a heavily sexed story should look elsewhere.I intended this story to be erotic without mention of sex except as a cursoryaffair.

The Wish

All his life he had been marked as an oddity. He was only seven years of agewhen he first found interest in taxidermy, sparking commentary from adults(friends of his parents) that he was a bit off. It was not until he reachedthe age of ten that his father began to agree with his friends.

At twelve years of age Roger found interest in his mother's doll collection.And, while his father was determined to interest him in other things, his motherfully indulged him. By the time he was eighteen he had a rather extensive collectionof rare and beautiful dolls.

Despite his "odd" interest in dolls, Roger had also exhibited arather fond interest in medicine. For this his father was quite relieved. Muchmoney and several years later, Roger Young became a doctor. Only five yearsafter his graduation he found himself working for a firm that specialized inreconstructive and cosmetic surgery. After five more years he moved on to openhis own practice.

It was shortly after graduation from medical school that his father passed.Despite the hostility that he felt towards his father Roger wept openly athis father's funeral. All of his life Roger had been desperate for his approval.Unfortunately, Roger's odd interests, especially in dolls, had placed a hugewedge in his relationship with his father. It was only when Roger entered medicalschool that he received a modicum of approval from his father. Truth be told,his father would have been less than pleased to know that it was his interestin taxidermy, combined with his obsession with dolls, that had driven him intothe medical profession. And so, his father passed, never fully approving ofhis son.

It was August when he met Kaitlin. She was a twenty-six year old bank tellerat a local bank. When she walked into his office he was smitten - truly. Neverbefore had he met a woman who so stoked his fire as Kaitlin managed. She wasfive feet tall, petite, muscular and well proportioned. Her golden hair hung,wavy and full, nearly to her waist while framing her face in delicate fashion.Most striking, however, were her full red lips and small upturned nose.

During the interview Roger vowed that, despite her wants, he would do anythinghe could to preserve this natural beauty. She had wanted larger breasts andsmaller lips. Cringing at the thought of such an alteration Roger fought withhis mind to find the words that would convince her of the error of her requests.He was unable. She left his office determined to find another who would doas she wished.

Three weeks later she was in his office again. "I'm sorry Miss Baum,I will not make any alterations to you" he told her upon her enteringhis office. A few moments later he found that he was being asked out by themost beautiful woman he had ever seen - a woman fifteen years his junior.

That night, over dinner, he discovered that she, too, had an obsession todolls. It was this obsession, she confessed, that had driven her to his office,wishing to be more like her favorite doll, Tina. For the first time, Rogerfelt that he had found someone, other than his mother, who might not find hisobsession strange. Later that night, when he dropped her at her door, she askedif she might kiss him. Six weeks later they married.

They had been married for nearly a year when Roger lost his mother. His motherhad been his only true friend and there was little that Kaitlin could do toconsole him. Still, she tried, having undergone a similar loss in her parentssome years earlier. They cried together that night - he for his loss and shefor his pain.

Nearly a year had gone by since his mother's passing. Roger found himselfpassing in and out of "blue moods" and unable to concentrate on hispatients. And so, rather than continue on in something that for which he hadlost passion, he sold his practice for a substantial sum. Later that year hepurchased a house in the flatlands of Montana.

During this time Kaitlin did what she could to comfort Roger. It was difficultfor her to watch him grieve but she understood. Shortly after their move hebegan to show his old face.

Upon arrival at their new home, Kaitlin was overjoyed. Roger had purchaseda house larger than anything she had ever hoped for. And, though their previoushome had been spacious, it was nothing like the one in which they now lived.Most exciting to her was the large room that he had set aside to house theirdoll collection complete with an adjoining workshop where he could make andrepair their precious dolls.

They had been in their new home for nearly six months when Roger began to "getthe itch" to begin helping people again. And so they began constructionon a small office beside, and attaching to, their home. It was finished andfully stocked within only four months. Kaitlin, seeing her husband get "backin gear", was happier than she could remember ever being.

They were sitting together, eating dinner. They were speaking of things oftoday and yesterday, exchanging jokes and anecdotes when she suggested thatshe might find something to do with her time, " a job perhaps." Rogerwas irate, standing over his bride screaming at the top of his lungs, angerseething at the suggestion she made. In another moment he had fled, crying,into the doll room. She found him curled up in a ball, weeping. Such was theirlife for the next few weeks. Any suggestion could send him into a rage thatwould be followed by an uncontrollable fit of tears. She cried as often ashe, fearing that he might be losing his mind.

It was October. Trees were shedding the remnants of the warmer months in spectacularcolors. Kaitlin was staring out the window when she felt a warm hand on herback. A kiss, delicate and soft on her ear turned her attentions to him. Hewas smiling - apologizing. "I've been somewhere that I need never be...notwith you" he told her. "I know that now. I'm sorry."

November was received with a blanket of snow. Sounds of delight filled hisears as he watched her burst, naked, out the door and into the cold snow. Shakinghis head, he snatched a blanket from off of the couch and ran after her, hopingto keep his bride from catching her death in the cold.

She spun into his arms at her capture, wrapping herself around him. Makinglove in the snow, he found, was both satisfying and exciting. It also was aperfect way to share a cold.

It was Christmas day. Sitting in front of their tree and bundled in the clothesof winter was Kaitlin. Along with her present to him, a handmade antique porcelaindoll, she had given him a "Get Anything You Want, Free" card. Itwas presented with a grin and purse of the lips. "I'll use this. Justbe prepared for the worst,? he told her.

For his part, he presented her with a similar porcelain doll. Upon lookingat it she was stunned. The doll was the spit and image of Kaitlin. For longand long she stared at it, eyes welling with tears. Then, just as he thoughtto ask her if something was wrong, she flung herself into his arms and smotheredhim with kisses and whispering words of love in his ears.

Later, after the thrall of Christmas was in the past and the mess had beencleaned, they put their dolls in the doll room, hers in a glass cabinet thathe had made purchased for her doll. "How did you know?" she askedhim. Saying nothing, he pulled him to her and made love to her on the floorwhere they fell.

For much of the winter they kept very close company. The roads leading tocivilized society were muddy and rough and so they were loath to leave theirhome. In fact, since Roger had stocked the house with every necessity, therewas little need to leave their house except for some odd want - like the ?Bon-bons? shefound herself wanting.

As spring found it's way into the cool Montana air she found that Roger wasbecoming pensive. She had begun to worry that he was slipping into a stateof depression, as he had before. It was not to be and, in fact, his pensivenesswas well justified considering what he was about to share with her.

They had just finished dinner and were sitting on the couch basking in thewarmth of the fireplace. He seemed to be a million miles away. ?Penny for yourthoughts?? she asked.

Tilting his head he looked at her. After pursing his lips and thinking fora moment he began to tell her of a secret want that he had always had. It wasnot a long tale except in the telling. For, he was afraid that she might reactto this as his father had reacted to his interests in dolls and taxidermy.Then, he confided in her that the only reason for his interest in medicinewas in being able to create his own ?dolls? through the surgery that he performedon his patients. And then he asked the question that had been on his mind forthe last few days, fearing that she might recoil from him.

Kaitlin thought for a moment. True, she found his request odd. Still, therewere many other people who engaged in far stranger activities, many of whichwere actually harmful. His request could hardly be considered harmful. Andso, Kaitlin agreed to his request, demanding the ?Get Anything You Want, Free? cardin return for her cooperation in his odd request. Smiling, he complied.

They were in the spare bedroom. Around her the room was covered in sheets.She was standing on a black pedestal wearing nothing but black buckled shoes.At his request she had shaved her entire body of hair. All that remained wasthe hair on her head. Her stomach was grumbling, unhappy that she had eatennothing for the last twenty-four hours. ?This is going to take quite a whileand I don't want any interruptions. Besides, it might make things messy? hetold her.

At her feet was Roger, kneeling and preparing his ?special mix? and makingcertain that his brushes and spray gun was in order. And then it began.

His first task was to cover her shoes with tape and newspaper. Once her shoeswere covered he began spraying her with the cool substance. The first blastof the cool substance was a shock that gave her goose bumps. However, as hemoved from her feet to her legs she found it to be strangely erotic. In shortorder, using short and swift blasts, he had both of her legs covered with thesubstance.

Roger looked up at her, smiling as he slipped a thin piece of highly polishedmetal between the slit of her sex. As she began to ask what he was doing hebegan his work again, coating her sex. I want you too look like a doll ? butnot completely? he smiled at her.

Then he turned his attention to her posterior. Again, he placed a similarpiece of metal between the cheeks of her bottom. Unlike the other piece, thishad a small protrusion or knob that slipped inside of her, making her wince.Then, he pulled the piece to the left, prying her cheeks apart, and began sprayingher anew. Once he was satisfied that her right buttock had dried he repeatedthe process with the other cheek.

She was quite uncomfortable with this, never having had anything enter herthis way, but she endured, reminding herself that she loved him and that shewould only have to endure this intrusion for a short while. More, she admittedto herself that she enjoyed being painted with whatever it was that he waspainting her with. Besides, it was a ?Get ANYTHING You Want, Free? card.

Once he began work on her upper body he had her pushed her hair into a rubbercap. Glad for the cap, she pushed her golden hair under the cap as best shecould.

Two hours later he was complete. He had been meticulous, making certain tolift her breasts slightly so as not to make them stick to her body when theydried. And when he painted her face he gave her special lenses to place overher eyes so they would not be painted shut. Then, he painted each eyelid witha small brush. Her ears, nose and lips, too, were given special attention.

Once complete he rolled a large mirror in front of her so that she could seeherself. She was shiny and appeared to be entirely made of a light blue plastic.Even the white rubber cap over her hair did not detract from the appearanceof her being a plastic doll. She shivered at the vision, excited.

After she had gotten a good look he wheeled the mirror away. As he began cleaninghis tools she ran her plastic covered hands over her body, shivering at thefeeling. Then she wondered if his request were as strange as her reaction towhat he had done.

?We aren't finished yet, pet? he told her.

She was curious at what more he could do and what he was now spraying on her.And then she realized that she had to use the bathroom quite badly.

?I have a catheter for that? he told her. ?It will ruin everything if we don'tuse it?

Reluctantly, she agreed. This she did not find sensual or exciting in anyway. It was uncomfortable and embarrassing being fit with the catheter. Furthermore,she was worried about the sanitary aspects of being fit with a catheter onsuch an occasion. Still, he was a doctor and he knew what he was doing. Andso, minutes later, her bladder was emptied into a small bag and he was resuminghis work.

It was long and tedious. Her feet hurt from the constant standing. Still,she did not move. Fortunately, the second process was much faster. He was moreskilled and, apparently, this process required much less time. It was onlya half an hour until he was painting her face again, first with the spray gunand then with a brush. And then, after only another half hour he announcedthat he was finished and she was dry.

This time, before wheeling the large mirror into her sight, he let her hairdown, spraying it with a light mist. Then, he stepped aside and brought themirror to her. Immediately she shivered, the sight of herself beautiful andsurreal. She felt a surge that both frightened and excited her.

For long and long she stared at the strange image reflected in the mirror.To all outward appearances she was a porcelain figure. Her body, covered asit was, appeared to have no life. Her cheeks, carefully painted, were brightlycolored in a lovely shade of pink. The most striking feature, however, wereher lips. These he had painted in a crisp crimson that shone in the light.And when her hair was finally let down she appeared as perfect as any dollshe had ever seen.

From the corner of her eye she saw Roger. He had departed the room, whileshe stared at her image, to return with a silk dress. She said nothing as hepulled the dress over her arms and fastened it to her frame. A moment latershe was staring again, wondering at what she had become ? a porcelain doll,ready to be encased in glass, never touched ? admired always - a piece of art.

He snapped numerous pictures of her before allowing her free movement again.Truth be told she was somewhat reticent to move, wishing to hold this momentof perfection. Still, her feet were sore and she was quite tired from her longhours of standing stock-still. Reluctantly, she finally stepped from the platform.

After resting for a bit she found that Roger had prepared her a small mealof fruits with the accompaniment of fine champagne. This was to ?celebratethe moment,? he told her, ?when you became a living piece of art.?

Later, as the sun began its descent from the sky, they removed themselvesto the doll room. Again, he snapped numerous pictures of her, telling her howbeautiful she looked. Eventually, they removed her fine silk dress and, findingher ?new skin? still intact, made love on the floor in front of their collection.

It was morning when they awoke. Light shone into the doll room from a windowin a nearby window. Her ?new skin? had degraded and she no longer had the appearanceof a doll. Instead, they were sad to see, she looked as if she were sufferingthe results of sunburn all over her body. Despite that disappointment, theyhad quite the time removing her ?new skin?, finding it sensual and arousing.

Over the next few months they would re-enact this scene several times. Fromtime to time Roger would incorporate a slightly different technique to bringabout a more thorough doll-like appearance. One time he even managed to coather body with a substance that hardened somewhat, bringing about a stunningillusion that captivated them both. It was abandoned rather quickly, however,as her skin reacted to it in a negative fashion.

She was never happy with the catheter, though she accepted it as a necessaryevil. She even grew to find the small intrusion of her rectum, when he separatedher buttocks, rather pleasant. She surprised him one night by incorporatingit into their lovemaking. Never had they felt so close as they did at thismoment.

One day, as she was thumbing through the pages of a lingerie catalog she spieda silk body stocking. Upon showing it to Roger he was quite enthusiastic andsuggested she order several. He had an idea, he told her, for when he nextmade her into a doll. Six weeks later, the stockings arrived.

After dinner that night, she modeled one of the stockings for him. She hadthought that she might pique his ardor with the stockings. Instead she piquedhis curiosity as to how to best use the stockings for his plan - a plan thathe kept secret, telling her that he did not want to ruin the surprise. Shewas a bit disappointed in his reaction, though this sort of thing was to beexpected considering his previous comments about the stocking.

The next few days found him in his study. He had purchase several books onvarious topics, all of which she ignored. She preferred to reap the benefitsof his research to understanding it.

Finally, after much reading he was ready. He had purchased several items anda few odd smelling concoctions. What he planned for she was unsure of. He wouldonly tell her that, this time, when he turned her into a doll, they would beable to enjoy it much longer than they had before. She grinned, wondering athis plan.

It was morning. The sky was overcast and rain fell in the distance. Cool airflowed through the house, a welcome relief from the heat of summer. Lookingout the window she watched the rain as it swirled.

A voice, distant and muffled was calling to her. It was Roger. It was timefor her transformation his voice was telling her. And so she slipped out ofher clothes and headed into the ?new skin? room.

He smiled and kissed her as he handed her the body stocking, instructing herto ?Get dressed?. She eyed him, mocking his words. The stocking was hardlyclothing to ?get dressed? in. After slipping on the body stocking she couldsee that there had been a few adjustments. There were silk seams where therehad been none before and it fit quite a bit more snuggly. ?I want to get everydetail right,? he told her.

Once the body stocking was properly situated on her form she stepped up ontothe ?doll making platform?. As she took her place on the platform she noticedthat a few changes had been made to it. A tall post, ending in a neck restand a neoprene strap, was attached to the back of the platform. Also, therewere two shorter posts, ending in flat bars shaped like a ?U?, extending fromnear the front of the platform and spaced slightly wide of where her body stood.

Her questioning look garnered the explanation that this process would be quitedifferent from before. She would probably find it difficult to hold her handsup when he applied his plan and it would be likely that her balance would sufferas well. He knew better than she so she did not argue.

After strapping her neck into the neck rest he commanded she rest her handson the other two posts. Then he lifted up her right foot and sprayed it, beforeslipping a silvery white high-heeled slipper onto her foot. Another brief blastof spray and a few gentle touches later and both of her feet were shod withthe oddly pretty slippers.

In mere moments he began spraying her right ankle and calf with the same substancethat he had sprayed on her feet. Then she watched as he began applying stripsof silvery fabric over the areas that he had sprayed. Before long her entireleg had been covered in the silver fabric. Kaitlin, though curious, never askedabout the fabric preferring to enjoy the sensations of Roger's work in silentrapture. And so she watched and wondered enjoying the sensual tension thatwas building inside of her. Even his insertion of a strange object into herrectum brought a minor thrill to her and she hardly noticed that, this time,the object was not removed.

Lightning crackled as, two hours after he had begun, he finished coveringher body, foot to neck, with the strange and shiny fabric. The only parts ofher that were not completely encased were her hands and head.

?In a moment? he told her, ? I am going to spray you down again. It's importantthat you don't move at all while it dries.?

He wiped his brow, sweaty from his tireless work. Then he bent and broughtup one of his many spray guns and began spraying her with a liquid unknownto her. She assumed it would be some sort of latex paint but when she saw thatit did not have any color she questioned him.

?Another fixative? he told her as he went on about his work saturating theshiny fabric. Once satisfied that the fabric was saturated he put down thespray gun and retrieved another to begin spraying again. A few minutes laterhe was done, explaining that he had just applied the catalyst that would beginthe curing process.

?Don't move? he told her again. ?This has to set. If you move it will spoilthe effect.? She affirmed her compliance with a loving, if sarcastic ?Yes,Sir!?

Kaitlin found that her excitement was growing. She suspected that he was makinga cast of her body. Later, after it was hard, he would pull apart and thenuse it for a mold. When he was done she would have a full sized doll that washer exact match. That he would go to such troubles to provide her with a life-sizeddoll of herself astounded her. Never before had she understood the great lengthsthat he would go to for her happiness.

Finally, he announced, everything should have set and cured. To check it herapped a knuckle on her encasement. As he expected, after a thorough inspection,her encasement was completely hard.

?Try to lift your arms? he told her. Satisfied that her arms were immobilehe commanded she try to move her legs. When she was unable to move her legshe instructed her to bend at the waist. Satisfied, again, at her immobilityhe began the quick work of encasing her hands. Once encased in the silveryfabric and after positioning her hands ?just so? he began saturating them.Thirty minutes later her hands were as rigid and immobile as the rest of herbody.

After a moment of checking his work over, he wheeled their full-length mirrorin front of her. Her entire body, she saw, was now encased in a shiny silver-whiteand gave the appearance of an odd looking mannequin. Even her pose was similarto a mannequin, legs spread slightly and arms held out, hands slightly upturned.Above the body poked a human head ? her head ? giving an even odder appearance.She loved it.

Glancing downward, she noticed that he had left the cleft between her legsbare. In fact, there was a rectangular opening where there would have normallybeen a slight slit. Then she realized that he had failed to remove whateverhe had slid into her posterior. She would have shrugged if she could have.As it was, it only added to her excitement, finding it oddly sensual.

Roger, for his part, was studying his work with a smile and deciding justhow to manage his next task ? placing her on to a padded dolly and wheelingher into the doll shop. He didn't want to take a chance on injuring her byletting her fall. Aside from hurting her it was also likely to damage all thehard work he had put in on this project. Finally, he had worked out the physicsbehind what he had to do and set about accomplishing it. Minutes later, aftera bit of struggle, he was wheeling her through the house and into the dollshop.

To say that she was worried when he placed her on the work stand would bean understatement. When he wheeled her into the room she saw that he had constructeda large rolling stand. The stand had two posts, one in the back that had aneck rest similar to the other stand and another that was slightly offset fromcenter.

She suspected, with disbelief, what the center post was for and voiced herconcern to him, strenuously voicing her disapproval. Ignoring her words andin a matter of a few seconds, he had slid the post inside of the complainingwoman, explaining that it would fit securely within the rubber coated tubethat he had secured inside of her. When she realized that she could not feelthe intruding post she became quiet, embarrassed at doubting him.

After making certain that she was held securely, and with no worry of injury,he left the room. When he returned he was carrying a bucket of water and severalwhite pieces of white cloth. After setting the bucket and sheets on the floorher reached into his pocket and withdrew several packages of wet-dry sandpaper.

It was nearly six o'clock in the evening when he announced that she was ?assmooth as glass?. Having dosed off, she hardly stirred. Seeing that she wassound asleep he decided to take a nap of his own. Curling up at her feet, besidethe stand on which she stood, he slipped into the world of dreams.

It was almost midnight when she roused him from his slumber. She was soreand cramping slightly from the ordeal that she was enduring and wanted himto cut her out of the shell that imprisoned her. Much to her chagrin, his soothingwords calmed her and she agreed to let him finish his work. Then, after emptyingher bladder, he returned to his project.

It was late when he finished. When he brought the rolling mirror into theroom and let her gaze at herself she was amazed. His previous experiments hadproduced wondrous results but this was beyond comparison. His work had lefther looking as if her entire body was composed of fine porcelain.

After nearly three more hours of standing stock still she began to complainagain. She had not eaten in over forty hours and was quite famished. To addinsult to injury she told him that she was feeling rather stiff. Laughing atthe ironic truth, he finally fed her a dinner of fruits and cheese washed downwith wine. Then, after carefully removing her from the stand, he wheeled herinto the bedroom and rested her on her back in their bed. Then he set aboutmaking love to her in the only manner possible.

Her head was reeling from the assault his tongue was making between her legs.Her inability to move, even a little, thrilled her. Never before had she beensubdued during their lovemaking. Her imprisonment pushed her over the edgeof anything that she had known previously and she found herself in a euphoriathat left her nearly delirious. Utterly exhausted, she fell into a deep sleepas soon as he withdrew himself from between the cleft between her legs.

She awoke to find herself staring straight ahead, unable to move in the slightest.After a moment of confusion she realized that she was in the workshop on thespecially made stand. Behind her she could hear Roger working. Her first attemptat asking Roger what he was doing left her curious ? her mouth was as immobileas her head and body were. All that she was able to do was mutter vaguely coherentwords. Roger slid around and into her vision. She tried to speak again, becomingfrightened at her complete immobility and strange inability to speak.

?Ah, you're awake,? he said to her as he began painting something onto herchin. It was then that he explained her current predicament and in a matterof a few minutes she was frightened and horrified beyond comprehension.

Before their lovemaking session, Roger told her, had slipped her a slow actingdrug to induce a deep sleep. She had been kept in heavy sedation for the lastten weeks. During that time he had removed her teeth, replacing them with plastic. ?Mostimportantly,? he told her, ?I severed several muscle groups in your face andhead and fixed your jaw, slightly open, so that it cannot move. This way youwill have perfectly relaxed features for when I complete your transformation?

Had she been able to speak clearly she would have been unable. And as hiswords sank into her she realized that his plan had not been to make a dollfor her but to turn her into one. Then she realized that this man, seeminglynormal and gentle, was completely insane.

She stared distantly at the ceiling as he continued talking to her. ?I alsoremoved all of your hair via electrolysis.? He continued. ?Don't worry, I savedyour hair and had it made into a wig. When I am finished you will be beautifulalways.?

He was almost finished with his work. Her entire head was now covered in theglistening fabric. ?Fiberglass,? he explained to her. ?Harder than steel.?

Suddenly, she regained her senses and began screaming in nearly unintelligiblesentences. ?Ah du nanna de a doll!? she screamed out.

He laughed, not believing her. ?I know you better than that.? He told her. ?You'rejust a bit frightened because you can't move. That will pass. Besides, I haveeverything taken care of. Your intestines have been purged, you won't haveto worry about your cycle anymore and your food needs will be taken care ofwith an IV?it's all taken care of, even your finger and toe nails.?

Again she screamed out, protesting her incarceration. She pled and beggedhim to set her free. But it was all to no avail. In the end, he refused tobelieve her, remembering to her the comment she made to him so long ago; thatshe had wished to be like her favorite doll.

After the mask of fiberglass had cured he began the smoothing process. Duringthis time she argued continuously that this was not what she wanted. Oftenshe screamed, fear overcoming her. Other times she sobered, determined to convincehim with logic. Nothing she tried worked. He was beyond reason or anger. Hecould not be reached.

All too soon he placed glass lenses over her eyes and began fixing them intoplace. They were dolls eyes, she knew. It was at this point when she ceasedher arguments, giving into her fate for the moment. Helpless, defeated andexhausted beyond remembrance, she fell into sleep.

She woke, some hours later, to the sound of Roger's voice rousing her. Disorientedand groggy she decided that she was waking from a horrible nightmare. As herhead cleared she realized that it was no nightmare. Instead, it was a horribletruth ? a punishment brought upon her by God for all of the sins she had committedin this life and all those before.

Gazing from behind blue tinted eyes she could see her image in the mirrorin front of her. It was her ? only it was not her. She had seen this imagebefore. The long golden hair gently caressing rosy cheeks, the ruby red lips,the pale skin; all were familiar. This time, however, it would not peel fromher body. This time it was forever.

?Beautiful, always? she heard him mutter to no one.

She spoke to him again, requesting he forsake his plan for something morereasonable. But her words, in askance of release, fell on the ears of a madmanbent on her demise as a human being. Regardless of any reasoning or pleading,he refused to return her to freedom; always returning her arguments with herown fateful wish. She gave up again, resigning herself that he was out of herreach ? at least for the moment.

After removing the mirror from her sight, Roger began to dress her in a dressthat, he explained, had been especially made for her. He had commissioned itscreation two years ago. Now, with her permanent transformation, it was theperfect time to break it out. ?It was made to exacting specifications to matchthe dress of your favorite doll.? He told her as he fastened it to his horrifiedbride.

Her heart jumped, realizing that their experimentations and playful doll actinghad not been mere fun for Roger. Instead it had been a precursor ? a plan ? forher eventual and permanent entombment. This understanding sent her mind racingand she began begging for release once again. Just as before, he was not tobe swayed.

Regardless of her arguments, logical and hysterical, he refused to acceptthat she did not to be a doll. Over the following year her pleas for freedomwould lessen until they ceased entirely.

Her anger, once vivid, began to diminish to a bare spark. Slowly that sparkgave way to hatred and then depression. Then, as another year and then anotherpassed she forgot her depression, resigning herself to being forever frozenin time; a display piece for the husband she had once loved.

When this transformation took place she could not say. All she knew was thatshe no longer feared nor hated her life, such as it was. Eventually she cameto love Roger again for the attention and care with which he took care of her.Occasionally she wished that she could do something to help him or show herappreciation for him. Then she would remember her station, sighing inwardly. ?Iam only a doll' she would think to herself.

Roger, for his part, took the care of his ?Kaitlin Doll? (as he now referredto her) quite seriously. When he was not working on the yard or otherwise entrenchedin the general maintenance of their home he took great pains to ensure herwell-being. Often times, after her ?feeding?, he could be found reading a bookto her. Other times he attended to her sexual needs, removing the small ?door? thathe had put into the crotch of his doll. He was happy and so was she; he knewthat with the certainty of a madman.

It was summer. She had been entombed for over ten years now and hardly rememberedher life before her transformation. Any memories of that life had been quicklysuppressed, her mind refusing to accept any but her current state of being.She was a doll, in body and mind, wanting for naught but the attentions ofher creator.

Roger was outside mowing the grass of their large yard on his riding mower.Kaitlin watched, unmoving. Once the lawn was finished he came into their homeand wheeled her from the window and into their living room.

Kneeling down behind her, he pulled the ?door? that he had installed behindher knee, revealing the feeding tube that kept her fed. As her ?feeding? commencedhe took his place on the couch directly in front of her. Then he picked a bookfrom off of the coffee table and began reading to her. She listened, rapt atthe sound of his voice and the tale it was telling. This was her favorite partof their lives together.

His coughing disturbed her reverie and, as he recovered, she noticed thatthere was something different about him. She was unsure what it was but hewas different, somehow. Then, as he began to read anew, she forgot her thought,returning to the delight of the tale.

Later that day, he wheeled her into the doll room. Shortly after her entombmenthe had covered the walls in mirrors so she could see herself whenever he placedher there. This was another treat for her. It made her feel special. It wasas if she were in a room filled with diamonds - she being the most exquisiteof them all. He told so.

It was here, staring at mirrored image, that she realized what was differentabout Roger. He was growing old. In those moments when she could see him clearly,even behind her blue dolls eyes, she could see his age. Around his eyes werewrinkles where there had been none. His forehead was creased deeply and hishair was thinning and gray. Suddenly she hated Roger.

As time was to pass she feared that her hatred for him would grow. And soit did. She never voiced her hatred to him. In fact, had ceased speaking longago. Instead, she endured her newfound hatred, silently seething at his everyword and motion.

Had she been asked, she could not have answered why she hated him. She didnot know. So far as she remembered he had been loving, caring and gentle. Hesaw to her every need, keeping her entertained, fed and sexually satisfied.Still, she wished him dead.

Shortly after her thirteenth anniversary as a doll Roger took ill. It wassudden and unexpected, in the middle of her feeding. She watched, excited,as he clutched his chest in the throws of a heart attack. Her eyes burned inhatred, hopeful for his death. He was barely able to make it to the phone anddial for emergency aid before he died. Thirty minutes later help arrived.

As paramedics gave up on their hope to revive him, one of them spotted theIV that led into the back of Kaitlin's leg. Curious, he studied the situationwondering why a doll would need intravenous fluids. His curiosity was turnedto startled horror when he realized that the doll was a living being.

He called to the other paramedic, not believing what his eyes told him tobe true. Moments later they were removing her from the stand and wheeling herinto their ambulance. Stock still, she rode to the hospital. She had no ideaif they had saved Roger, they never said. She was, however, hopeful that theyhad not.

As soon as she arrived at the hospital, doctors began inspecting the entombedwoman. Soon after, they began removing her from her casing. After nearly twohours they had her removed and lying, sedated, in a hospital bed.

She woke in a dim room. For the first time in many years she was peering,not from behind blue tinted eyes, but with her own clear eyes. She did notmove.

A nurse was the first to see that she was awake. Caring words from her lipscomforted the former doll. As the day commenced various physicians, policeand other strangers visited her. Slowly she came to realize that she was freeagain. With that realization came long suppressed memories. Suddenly gone was ?KaitlinDoll?. In her place was Kaitlin Young.

Several weeks later, after her skin had begun to take on natural color andafter much physical therapy, she had begun to walk again. Her muscles, longunused had atrophied to a stunning degree during her years as a doll. Whenshe had first come into the hospital she was unable to even sit up, now, aftermuch determination, she was ambling along with the aid of a nurse.

That she had not spoken was no surprise to her psychiatrists. Consideringwhat she had been through they doubted she would ever speak again and believedher mind to be irreparably damaged. They were wrong.

Eventually, Kaitlin began to speak. She told the doctors, as best she could,that Roger had immobilized her jaw. Upon examination they discovered that shehad indeed been immobilized and that, after a minor procedure, would regainfull use of her jaw. They could do nothing, however, about many of the musclegroups that had severed and removed from much of her face.

A week later she was speaking semi-clearly. Her voice no longer held the pleasinglilt that it once had. But it was ?coming along? her doctor told her.

Several months later she was due for release. She had regained full use ofher extremities and, though not strong, she was able to get around well enough.The state had provided her with money from a victim's fund. They had also puther up in a state sponsored home and had been offered several job opportunities.Beyond the state's social programs there were many media outlets and publisherswho were clamoring for her story. Finally, Roger had left a will that lefther with his entire estate. She would be well off by the time her story wastold.

On the day that she left the hospital she decided it was time to look at herself.Her entire stay at the hospital she had avoided looking at herself, fearingthat age and time spent behind fiberglass had ruined her face. Already shehad suffered through seeing her limbs atrophied and breasts sagging. True,her appearance had improved through her hard work. Her face, on the other hand,was not the same thing.

She stood in the bathroom of her hospital room for several minutes. The lightwas out. She was building the courage to look at herself. That she would nolonger be so beautiful as she once was she knew. But she was frightened ofthe unknown. Finally, she flipped the switch bring light to the room. Adjustingher eyes to the light she stared into the mirror in front of her.

In front of her, gazing into her face was the same beautiful girl that shehad once been. That she was astonished at what she saw could not be told. Therewas nary a trace of that she had aged, even a day, since she had been entombed.She left the hospital cheerful and energetic.

Three days after she had returned to her home she had the place completelyrefurnished. It was now devoid of anything to remind her of her time with Roger.In fact, the entire place had been gutted of anything that could ever remindher of her imprisonment. Soon she would have nothing but memories of her ordeal.And those, she knew, would fade as time passed.

Still, despite her removal of anything associated with Roger, memories ofher ordeal lingered. Many nights she found herself awakened by nightmares thatwould leave her screaming and crying out to be free. And so, her health suffering,she determined to sell her house and move to Los Angeles. Within the matterof a few months she had sold the hated house and moved into a spatial homein the Hollywood hills.

Epilogue:

Finishing up her workout routine she headed into her bathroom to wash up.The hot water felt good on her tired and sore muscles. It had taken severalmonths of hard work before her muscles had returned to their former strength.She was happy and healthy. Most importantly she was free with little to remindher of ever being imprisoned as a doll save her bare scalp and her missingfinger and toenails.

Stepping out of the shower she grabbed a towel and began drying off. It hadbeen a long day for her. The interviews with the media combined with thosewith scriptwriters had taken their toll on her mentally and physically. Shewas drained and looked forward to her life slowing down.

She reached over to the mirror and wiped a small circle on the fogged glassand stared at the face in front of her. For the last few months she had avoidedlooking at herself, though she was not certain why. It came to her then, asshe tried to smile.

Staring into the mirror, she saw her face. Her eyebrows were perfectly formedand her lips curled up slightly in a slight smile. Attempting to purse herlips she found that she could only manage a slight ?O?. For several minutesshe fought, trying to form expressions other than her slight smile. She triedto raise her eyebrows and then to wrinkle her forehead and nose.

For a long moment she stood, staring at herself, wishing she could wipe thesmile from her face. She spoke to herself, watching how her mouth barely movedwith her words. It was a wonder, she thought, that she could even speak coherently.

For several more minutes she stared into the mirror, looking at herself. Suddenlyit dawned on her that, for all intents and purposes, she was still the dollthat she had been made into; Her face was exactly the same, her hair was awig; her nails were surgical implants. Even without her doll's casing, shewas a doll ? a living, breathing doll.

As the memory of how she had once wished to be more like her favorite doll,Tina, tears began rolling down her cheek, cascading over the slight smile thatwould forever grace her beautiful face.