All characters depicted are 18+. This story contains themes related to feminization and other kink-related content.

“And… Smile, Miss Dolly Wolly!”

A light flashes moments before I relax my mouth and jaw. At least…I hope it was before. The photographer must have caught it before it faded. They had to! I really don’t want to smile any more… “I’m starting to regret agreeing to all of this…”

I didn’t realize how sore one could get from smiling too much. Sure, I’ve ‘laughed so hard it hurt’ before, but this is becoming unbearable! It’s not like I’m complaining about a little smile either. My face is growing increasingly numb as they expect me to wear a giant grin. “Smile big enough to hold all Dolly Wolly accessories like a pacifier, bottle, or in your case, end of a pen!” 

Then there is the matter of my eyes and the camera flash. I blink several times, attempting to chase away the bright burn on my retina. The little lights make it difficult to make out what the photographer is doing. Though the blinking is more due to the contacts drying me out. While I’m okay with wearing contacts, these lenses are meant for costuming purposes. They add a bright shine to my otherwise deep brown eyes. But they’re so uncomfortable! “We want our Dolly Wolly to have a certain sparkle to her look!”

My nose twitches. I want to scratch it! Not just my nose, but also my hair. I usually sport curly black locks but they insisted I straighten it. Then it was pulled into two tight pigtails. The strain served as a constant reminder of why I normally wear my signature pink wig! Less work and pull on my poor scalp. “Dolly Wolly Ami has interchangeable faces and hairstyles. One for when you’re writing your naughty little stories for the internet and another for when you have to walk the pink runway!”

“H-hey! Could someone help me scrat-” I start my request, after all everyone has been incredibly friendly thus far. Even with that in mind, I can tell that the crew is busy with other things. The photographer has their back to me, not hearing my plea as they continue speaking to someone. I grumble as I squint. “Oh don’t worry about anything, leadership has said to provide everything to make this a spectacular experience!”

I turn my head, seeing my hand grasping a raspberry pink bunny ear. I try to shift my face forward to reach my hand…to no avail. It should be the other way around. Unfortunately, I can’t move that hand. Neither of them actually. My normally nimble fingers are encased in light colored material. Each appendage jointed to make it look like…a doll. “To help sell the look of a Dolly Wolly, we made several life-size appendages for you to wear. Don’t worry, they’re hollow! And when you put them on, it’ll be pretty hard to move around in them…but that should make it easier for us to put you in the right poses! See, no modeling experience necessary.”

Actually, I can’t move anything below my neck. Well, I can shift my booty a little bit but… Crinkle, Crinkle. The plastic shifting below my butt causes me to blush. Then that serves as a reminder not to flush too much, or else the makeup girl will stab my face with brushes again. “Hehe, well that diaper will serve you well because we intend to use the whole day for the shoot! Oh, don’t pout. I’m sure someone will be happy to take you to the potty. Also, I need you to sit completely still. This may take a few hours to get just the right look for a Dolly…”

I try to hold still in my forced pose…then I start fidgeting. But I don’t want to have someone reprimand me… “Ok, look here. No, here! C’mon Ami, we don’t actually need to use the other head today but…”

As my face and body grow sore and numb, I try to distract myself with how amazing this opportunity is! Or at least…why I thought it would be amazing… “Hello, I’m a representative from the Dolly Wolly Company. Our CEO saw your recent social media post and wants to make you an offer!”

After all, who else can say that the Dolly Wolly company offered to stage you an all-expenses paid photoshoot…as your very own Dolly Wolly! “We saw you’ve been gaining traction online with your DollyWollyAmi hashtag and well…we can’t ignore such a popular request from our loyal fans!”

It honestly is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Although I did wonder why in the world the actual Dolly Wolly Company would want to work with me. I always imagined that they disliked the popularity of Dolly Wollys in ABDL and sissy stories…if they paid attention to them. After all, they’d recently gained way more popularity with their blockbuster movie so there is little reason to want to work with a small-time kink author. “The campaign was mostly for fun and to celebrate 1,000 followers…that’s barely a drop in the bucket for a multi-million dollar company.”

For some reason, it’s not until this point that I really start to question this photoshoot. The crew is incredibly professional, the incredibly complex paperwork appeared legal enough as I scrawled my signature, the forward advance made it to the bank as promised, and the outfit is too elaborately made for all of this to be a prank! “They did say they were doing this to promote small businesses and local artists. Maybe I should’ve hired a lawyer to look at that paperwork…”

Realizing that I am starting to ruminate, I bring myself into the present by moving my head. “It’s the only body part I can really manipulate at the moment.” 

I am rendered nearsighted by the contacts, but can distinctly make out the plush purple armchair I’m perched on. It’s rather lovely with a bit of pink drapery, frills, and hearts decorating it. Also incredibly comfortable if I weren’t stuck in this ‘leaning back’ position! “They left a little crown on the back as well, maybe that’s one of my accessories?”

Behind me is a box. I can’t see it now but I spotted it as they guided me to this chair. A massive rectangular doll box with the words ‘Dolly Wolly! Ami Writer Edition’ emblazoned across the top. “Actually, it was pretty cool to see that! I wonder if they want to make another Ami edition? I’d be down for that!”

Out of the corner of my eye sits my own face staring back at me. Well, it’s facing forward toward the camera. It’s almost scary how much the mask sitting atop the small table looks like my Ami avatar! The sparkly blue eyes contrast my darker lenses, although our doll-like blush is about the same. The biggest difference for me is the giant grin she’s wearing, the one I’m supposed to be emulating. She’s been fitted with a curly magenta wig with a pair of ribbon bunny ears on top. “Ok, that ribbon ear idea is amazing. I might have to make that for myself when this is all over.”

I look up and can see a hint of the bunny ears I’m wearing atop my real head. Raspberry pink with electric blue accents for the ‘inside’. The ears are incredibly cute I must admit! The wardrobe folks even placed some white bows with carrots in the center into my hair. “Sure, they hurt…almost like they were doing it on purpose…but I can’t fault them for going all in on the bunny motif!”

Looking down, I can’t help but admire the full ensemble. The dress looks like something a magical girl would wear, with a massive skirt which flared out horizontally, perched atop several fluffy petticoats. I can tell that someone put a lot of work into this. “Standing up, my butt is on display at all times! I’m glad to be sitting down I guess…”

The skirt is the same raspberry pink with two layers hemmed in golden orange trim and delicate lace. The bodice matched the pink as well, although there was more golden orange covering my chest. The side panels interlaced that same golden orange trim with the electric blue fabric, providing an amazing contrast. The center of the bodice is clearly inspired by the bunny theme as well. “Maybe that’s why they had me wearing more foundation garments than I usually wear along with the padding. It’s going to be incredibly difficult getting out of this though…with all the tight lacing, hidden zippers, and I’m pretty sure they sewed the back shut. B-but the costumer said that’s common for an custom-made fashion piece!”

The center panel has a bottom orange section that narrows going down, framed by white ruffles. Above my ample bosom are small green ruffles which resemble leaves. It’s a carrot! It took me a bit to realize what it was, but it’s an amazing detail. There’s even a small bow atop all of it with a tiny carrot in the middle. “I kinda hope I get to keep this…after they take a seam ripper to it and let me out.”

Further down, I can see my two thighs poking out from the fluffy cloud of skirts and pettis. A pair of white bloomers peek out as well, large enough to accommodate my… ‘Dolly Wolly accessory’. “Honestly, did I even need to wear these diapers? I get they’re part of the kit, but you can’t even see them!”

My legs are encased in stockings with the same pink and blue coloring, with more golden orange trim forming a panel on the sides. My feet have been stuffed into two incredibly cute golden orange Mary Janes. “I LOVE the tiny carrots serving as the clasps…although they made a rather loud click when they closed them…”

On my arms are frilly half-sleeves ending in frills. One hand is holding an ear and the other a cute pencil. For some reason there is also a small bunny plush wearing glasses. I chalk it up to just another random accessory. “I swear though…I can see it moving every once in a while…must be the contacts.”

Having focused on the outfit, I find myself feeling much calmer than before. This really is a dream opportunity. “Funny enough, I can imagine a silly story with a hapless idiot falling into this same situation. Maybe I’ll write about it when I finish up today. The poor thing wouldn’t be able to escape having been made into a doll willingly. Sewn, laced, and locked into a cute outfit that no doubt would be humiliating to wear outside this photoshoot. Probably forced to stand in the Dolly Wolly box when it is all finished…the impending doom of that grinning mask being lowered onto their head. Signed a bunch of legal documents that they couldn’t really understand. Helpless to do anything as someone approaches with a sinister smile…”

I pause in my thoughts. My calm begins to give way to a steadily increasing heartbeat. “N-no way. I’m not like one of my characters…there’s no way I’d fall for something like…”

I look up. The crew has stopped talking and seems to be facing me. The figure speaking to the photographer is walking towards me. It’s a tall woman wearing a well-fitted suit. She has a smile plastered on her face. “Oh this can’t be real…”

“Well, well, well. It’s a pleasure to meet you Ami! I’ve heard you’ve been behaving for our crew, which is something that I like to hear.” The woman speaks with a stern and dominant tone. I gulp. She’s towering over me and her face is partly in shadow with the stage lights facing me. “Oh no…”

“The photographer has shared some great photos with me! You look like an absolute star, a perfect Dolly Wolly! Except for these last few shots…” Her smile fades and I can feel my heart race. “That won’t do at all.As you can tell, we’ve invested a lot of time and money into this photoshoot. More than that actually! Ami, did you not read the paperwork?” 

I remain silent with my mouth agape looking up at this woman. “Well, maybe you really are as dumb as those characters you write.” I wince as the comment stings. “Ha! Well let me get you up to speed.” The woman holds her hand out, which apparently serves as a signal for a younger woman to run up holding a sheaf of papers.

“I’m the new CEO of the Dolly Wolly Company. We felt like the last CEO and founder was a bit too focused on…their own personal projects. So they’re on permanent sabbatical in Australia. I heard you knew them! Not that it matters now that I’m in charge. My goal is to clean up Dolly Wolly’s image.” She slaps down the pile of papers into my lap, allowing me to spot my own gaudy signature written with a bright pink pen. “It was the only color pen they gave me!”

“This goal involved scrubbing some of the more…unsavory associations people make with Dolly Wolly.” At this point I can feel a terrible glare and energy emanating from her. “People like you mar the clean image that Dolly Wolly has. When people started mistaking #DollyWollyAmi for #DollyWollyAmy, I knew I needed to step in. But luckily for you…one of my rising underlings had a great idea. She had an idea to use you rather than…get rid of you.” I gulp, fully realizing how and why I’m in trouble.

“If it weren’t for her, I’d have skipped this whole photoshoot and just tied you into that box behind you. Sorting you into a warehouse never to be seen again…” She leans forward, grabbing my wrists. She manipulates my hands, forcing my forefingers into my cheeks. I’m sure it looks like I’m forcing myself into a cute smile.

“But…her idea was to instead expand our market. You see, part of the reason we “sent away” our old CEO is they were responsible for these rumors about people dressing as Dolly Wollys. Sometimes for fun, sometimes for…more mature purposes.” I must have a frightened look in my eye as she laughs. “Oh don’t worry, the old CEO has plenty to keep them busy. Let’s say they will be an amazing locksmith and escape artist if they ever come back. Anyway, as I was saying. The question was broached of, ‘what if we open up another division focused on the adult market’. Sure, it would involve some legal and branding maneuvering to avoid being incredibly explicit about what this is all about…but those fans of yours would finally get what they want! A Dolly Wolly for themselves! Or the ability to turn into one…which is what you’re going to advertise for us.”

The fear in my eyes must be growing as her smile grows with a sinister nature. “These contracts you signed for us? Dolly Wolly Ami belongs to us. Meaning you belong to us. You’re going to be going from showroom to showroom…from convention to convention…from exhibition to exhibition as our very first living Dolly Wolly!” The CEO laughs with mirth as my stomach drops.

“B-but! Y-you…what if I just refuse!” I blurt this out and the room grows silent. The CEO stares down at me as she crosses her arms. 

“Well…you can refuse! But if you do…we’ll just have to silence you.” She walks over to the Ami mask and holds it up to my face. I can see those empty, sparkly eyes staring back at me. I can also see something attached to the back of the mouthpiece that I missed before…something long and girthy…

“If you don’t cooperate… ‘Ami’ will! All I have to do is snap this over your head and she’s all that’s left. So it’s up to you. Behave. Or ‘Ami’ comes out to play. Your punishments will be so much worse if Ami is out though…I’m sure it’d be harder for me to hear her whines or cries…Oh?” The CEO steps back as her earlier assistant steps forward and whispers into her ear. “Oh please let this be good…”

“Ah! Thank you!” The CEO recomposes herself. “Well, turns out everything I said is correct except the punishment part…you didn’t sign away all your rights.” My eyes must give away some small semblance of hope as she smirks. “Oh, now there’s a smile. Don’t fret darling! You see, your paperwork is just missing something. I, meaning the Dolly Wolly Company, technically don’t own you in full…yet. You see, only merchandise with the official Dolly Wolly seal is considered our property. You normally see it stamped on the Dollys right cheek.”

The woman comes back carrying another piece of official-looking paper…and a short rod with something flat and colorful on the end…

“W-well, I’m not signing that, you have to let me go-” Before I can finish, she moves forward and grabs the hand holding a pen. Holding my hand to the paper, she maneuvers me into scribbling something resembling my name with a heart on the end. My mouth is agape. 

“There we go! All signed away! My assistant here can serve as the witness and sign here…I’ll sign here…and you’re mine! I mean, you belong to the Dolly Wolly Company.” She sneers as I fail to come up with any kind of response. “How is this legal?!?”

“Ok then. Last two things before you’re put away for the evening into your box. We need more photos with that pretty little smile of yours! The last few can either be of your face or ‘Ami’s’. If Ami goes on though, she stays on until tomorrow.” She laughs as she places the head back on its original table. “The other order of business is the Dolly Wolly logo. Remember what I said about it being on all our Dollys right butt cheeks? Well, that’s what this ‘brand’ is for.” 

My eyes grow wide with terror as her assistant holds the device up to me. I can see the Dolly Wolly logo in big block letters, except backwards. “Now…this was never meant to go on actual people, as our Dolly Wollys are plastic. So…think of it like a semi-permanent tattoo…No? Ok, my assistant is shaking her head. Let’s just say that as long as this stays stamped on your butt…you’re mine!” 

My head is racing with thoughts of how to get out of here. I try to move but once again realize I’m completely immobile. “Alright, well let’s finish up the photoshoot before we place the logo on you. Something tells me you might cry. Don’t worry, I’ll put you across my lap so you can be comfortable. Now smile, Ami!”

I sit frozen, staring back at the CEO, crew, and photographer. My eyes flit between them and the potential prison in the form of an ‘Ami’ head. I can’t even think of smiling. Am I really trapped? Am I really someone else’s Dolly…their property?! Am I really going to be exhibited in front of hundreds…no, thousands of people as a life-size Dolly Wolly?!

“Ami…” The CEO chides. “Best behave, or else ‘Ami’ knows how to smile for the camera!”

Art by @PurpleAnart