Even though she didn’t especially love the theme, she smirked down at her costume, decently content with what she had thrown together. Maria had always loved the Jessie, she even owned a doll of her when she was younger that was still sitting on her shelf at home. More than anything she felt cute in her costume, and that was enough for her. “You almost done in there Taylor?” she yelled to her bathroom, where her friend was still getting her costume ready. “Just a minute!” she heard her yell back from behind the door. A moment later, she emerged from the room in full costume, Maria’s eyebrows arching with an impressed look on her face. Taylor looked just like a life-sized windup doll; she was dressed fancily from head to toe, with a red arty dress that went to about her mid-thigh, high red-stripped stockings and solid black flats on her feet. At each of her joints, she had taken sharp, dark marker to outline the ridged lined joints that you’d see on a jointed doll. With her shoulders exposed from the dress, Taylor had drawn on a ball-socket, connecting her arms to her body, with her knees and elbows marked similarly as well. She even had gone as far as to mark each of the digits on her fingers, which now resembled the articulated hands of a porcelain doll. Two sharp red circles on her checks were covered heavily in blush, with her make up creating the exaggerated look of a doll over her eyes as well. To top it all off, from her back protruded a large wind up key, seemingly sticking out from the dress on her upper back. Taylor smiled brightly, arching her arms at the elbow as she posed like a doll and rotated for Maria to see her outfit. “Wow, that’s… really good,” she said to her friend, looking over the effort she had put into her costume over her own. Taylor just ran up and excitedly hugged her. “You look great too cowgirl,” she said with a laugh, “Now we just need the last piece of the puzzle…where is Julia anyway?” Brushing a piece of brown curly hair away from her face, she went to check her phone on the counter, but before she could reach it there was a knock at the door.
Quick to get up, Maria jumped to the door checking briefly through the peephole before reaching for the doorknob. Standing there outside the door was Julia, looking around dismissively for a moment before looking back to the door. Maria sighed, relieved she was finally here, and swung the door open. With the doorway open, Julia looked up to her friends and grinned widely before entering. “Hey you two!” she started, hugging each of her friends for a moment. “Ready for a crazy night?” “Maria hugged her back and replied in a joking tone, “Been ready for an hour Jules. Just glad you’re finally here. You ready?” At the question, Julia stepped back and motioned to her outfit. Julia was dressed up as a ventriloquist’s doll, and an explicit one at that. The girl in front of them definitely did not care overly about the lack of modesty in her costume; She wore a dark orange miniskirt, barely reaching down her thighs. Above that she wore a tight white top with a thin black vest over it, leaving her arms exposed down until her wrists, where she wore two lacy white gloves. The shirt and vest adhered to her curves closely, not leaving much to the imagination, with a small black bowtie around her neck as well. Finally her makeup was done pristinely, accenting her eyes strongly, but more interestingly were the details on her checks and mouth. Across her checks were a series of exaggerated drawn-on freckles, with lines drawn from the corner of her bright red lips down to her chin, like you’d see on a dummy.
Maria and Taylor chuckled slightly as they looked over the girl. “Well…it’s not exactly PG is it?” Taylor said, Maria laughing in response. Julia didn’t seem to care. “It’s a college Halloween party girls, it’s not a proper costume if it’s not a bit sexy! Now come on, you two are going to make us late!” Motioning to the door, Julia watched the other two gather their things quickly and step outside. As they stepped out in to the hall, Maria glanced back at her friend. “You just wanted to dress up like a dummy so you could sit on guys’ laps, didn’t you?” she said, teasing her friend. Julia simply replied with a wry “shut up!” before laughing herself a bit at the idea, and at that the three were on their way out.
As they stepped out into the street, the air of fall surrounded them slowly. The sounds of scattered leaves clinking along the street in the wind could be heard gently as the three began walking, Taylor in the front of them all. In the distance, they could see the brief shadows of costumed students running through the streets, the distant sounds of laughing, and even some younger kids walking around trick or treating still. The party was supposedly only a short distance away according to Taylor, who proceeded by glancing down to her phone for directions every few moments. For Maria, she didn’t mind the walk at all. The atmosphere of Halloween was all around her and that was enough to make her smile to herself.
After the trio had been walking for some time, Taylor eventually stopped short in front of a long driveway, with cars parked all along its entrance. At the end of the winding drive was a large house, set back from the street, but with lights clearly flashing within and the gentle thudding of music coming from the home. The house looked old, with almost Victorian architecture, though it seemed very well maintained. “I’m going to go ahead and assume we’re here?” Julia questioned, with Taylor nodding quickly in return as she pocketed her phone. Julia brightened right up realizing the journey was over and began walking quickly up the drive. “Come on girls, the party’s waiting for us!” Right behind her the dolls followed in suit and they made their way under the overcast, shadowy trees of the drive and up to the house.
As the three entered the house, it was clear this was not going to be just some small get together. All around them was a pulsating ambience of a college party. Nearly everyone was dressed up in an array of costumes save for a select few. Right when they walked in there was a group of guys playing beer pong, one of which was quick to notice the new girls entering the house. Beside the table was an expansive living room, where a thick crowd of costumed students were dancing and talking, with a projector casting colored lights over the darkened room. The whole house was filled with music, not exactly Halloween music but Maria decided it would have to make do. Beyond that Maria could see a hallway, equally filled to the brim with people, leading to the kitchen and a set of stairs beside it, but what caught her eye was the makeshift bar that had been put together in the kitchen. “We should definitely try to stick together; with a crowd like this it’d be easy to get lost!” Maria yelled to her friends, but as she looked down Julia was already making her way to the bar, with Taylor right behind her motioning to Maria to come with. In a second the guy from the pong table was already grabbing them a drink. At that, Maria smiled to herself, ‘This is definitely going to be an interesting night.’
The hours of the night seemed to speed by as everyone seemed to be having a great time. After hanging around the bar and having a few drinks, the beer pong guy (Patrick maybe? but Maria didn’t hear his name clearly over the music,) invited her to play a few games with her. She agreed, and for the longest time she was just having fun playing with him. They won several games in a row, so she just kept playing, glancing back to make sure her friends were good every so often. Taylor was over in the living room, talking to a crowd of people, while Julia seemed to waste no time flirting around with the guys at the party. After a while, Maria saw she was actually sitting on a guy’s lap, pretending to be dummy for a minute before she broke character and the two broke out laughing. Seeing this, she smiled, glancing around the party for a few moments before feeling someone tug gently on her pullstring on her back. Looking back around, she saw it was Patrick, motioning to the table. “Your turn dollface,” he said with a smile, and at that she returned to the game.
After another hour or so, the group reconvened back at the bar, each sharing stories of how things were going. “Welllll, I got his number so this night was a success at least,” Julia chimed in, notably drunk after everything she’d been up to. The music still blared as the party went on, not as lively as when they had come in but still with plenty going on. Pressing her ear gently, Taylor half yelled to the other two, “You guys want to go where it’s not so loud for a bit?” Maria looked around briefly; the front door had a sea of people in between them and it still, but beside them in the hall was a set of stairs leading up. Shrugging to herself, she took the wind-up doll’s hand and led her to the stairs, ascending up away from the party.
Right away, the thuds of the music became muffled greatly, Maria’s ears ringing from the comparative silence from the floor below them. With the stairs leading into a hall on the second level of the house, Maria stepped right in before looking around, spotting an open door at the end of it. ‘Perfect’ she thought to herself, leading her friend down into the room. The hall itself was vacant save for the three, with virtually everyone downstairs or out front instead. “Do you think they’ll mind us being up here?” Taylor said, breaking the silence. Maria just shrugged. “I doubt it, it’s a party, there’s people everywhere, now come on.” At that, Maria pushed the door open, glancing around briefly before stepping in, Julia tipsily stumbling in behind them.
Closing the door, Julia plopped down on the bed against the nearest wall and spread her arms out. Taylor followed her, sitting next to her friend on the bed as well. “That’s so much better,” she started, massaging her ears as she did. Maria was glad to have a break from the party as well, but the room they found themselves in caught her a little off guard. In a house filled with college students, this room seemed to belong to a younger girl. The walls were a light yellow, with light pink sheets on the bed as well. All around the back corner of the room were toys strung about; some larger stuffed animals were stacked against the wall, next to a large chest with assumedly more toys as well. On a series of shelves around the room were dolls and figures of all kinds, posed precariously as they looked down over the room. There was even a larger stuffed doll leaning against the foot of the bed. Walking over to the doll, Maria crouched to examine it. The toy was dressed like a scarecrow, with a patched plaid shirt and jeans with tattered knees, exposing more cloth skin underneath. Little pieces of fake straw protruded from the ends of the shirt, as well as from a pair of brown gardening gloves that were stitched on to the toy’s hands. Her cloth face was surprisingly lifelike, with a series of light stiches going down the middle of her face, as well as from the ends of her smile, further completing the scarecrow get up. The toy even had a wide brimmed fake straw hat balanced on her head, covering up some of her curly blonde hair. Curious, Maria lifted the doll’s arm, letting it fall back to the floor lifelessly as to make sure it just wasn’t another elaborate costume. As she did, the doll remained motionless, gazing off to the wall as if nothing happened.
Sighing in relief for a moment, Maria froze in place as she heard the door open behind her. Springing to a standing position, she looked to the door quickly. Closing the door behind her was a thin girl, their age, but shorter than Maria, dressed in a lacy black dress, black knee socks, and a large brimmed, pointed witch’s hat. Sipping her drink, she set it down on the table beside the door, not even noticing the girls in the room. Even just standing there, it was clear the girl was very drunk, staggering slightly as she fixed her hat on her head. As she did, she looked up, noticing Maria. Looking over the costumes of her and the girls briefly, the witch-girl giggled at the sight. “Haha, who left these dolls in my room,” she asked in a light airy voice, slurring her words slightly as she did. Maria spoke up quickly; “Oh, sorry! Is this your room? I can take my friends somewhere else if you need, just trying to get away from the party for a moment.” The girl chuckled, looking to Maria. “No Jessie, you’re fine; I have plenty of dolls, the more the merrier!” The girl clumsily walked past her, picking up the scarecrow doll as she did. She sat in a chair near the desk, hugging the doll to her chest as she did, the toy’s hat falling off as well. Maria took a moment, looking over to her friends with a bewildered expression. Julia seemed oblivious to the girl, still sprawled out face down on the bed. Taylor, still sitting against the backboard, chimed in. “You do know we’re not really dolls, right?” The witch giggled once more, squeezing the doll in her arms as she did. “Of course you are silly, why else would you be dressed that way! I wouldn’t be dressed as a witch if I wasn’t one, that would just be confusing!” At that, Taylor and Maria laughed at the drunk. “Oh really, you’re a witch now then? Let’s see some magic then!” The girl just smiled back. “Ok!”
At that, she stood up, letting the scarecrow doll fall to the group in a heap. Trying for a moment to balance on one leg, she lifted the other up, reaching to her knee sock. From it, she drew out a short wooden wand, letting her leg fall clumsy back down. Leveling the wand at Julia, she muttered some words under her breath before flicking the wand gently. All at once, Julia’s still form seemed to lock up, her back arching slightly as she did. Rushing out from her abdomen, her skin began to take on a polished look, taking on the grainy appearance of wood. At her knees and elbows, wooden pivots seemed to form where joints once were. After a moment, the changes seemed to stop, and the girl fell slumped over the bed once more.
Maria and Taylor stood there, jaws dropped for a few moments, looking down at their friend as the girl got up and walked over to her. Slipping her hand into a newly formed slit in her lower back, the girl leveled one hand under Julia’s miniskirt as well as she picked her up. The girl, despite her slight frame, picked up Julia with ease, sitting back down in her chair and putting her on her lap. Julia’s face had gone under a similar change to the rest of her; She now stared straight ahead, her bright eyes open widely as with an equally as wide smile on her face. Her painted on freckles were a part of her now, with the drawn on lines on the edges of her mouth now actual grooves. The witch began shifting her hand within her back, and in a second Julia sprang to life. “Hey guys! See? I’m really just a doll!” Julia rang out, her voice still her own but in a ditzy tone, her jaw sliding up and down as she talked. At that the witch withdrew her hand from her back, and Julia slouched forward, her mouth still ajar. “See? Just a little doll, just like you two!” The witch said in a drunken happy tone, hugging her new toy around her waist. The girls, still shocked about what had happened, stared at the dummy that was their friend. Taylor stepped of the bed hesitantly, not breaking eye contact with the witch. “How…how did you do that?” The witched leaned back, letting Julia buckle over at the waist. “Magic, duh. You really are a silly doll,” she said with a laugh, looking up to Taylor with a smirk. “Which reminds me…” With a mischievous look on her face, the witch pointed the wand at Taylor and flicked it, muttering the same words gently. The magic seemed to hit her like a wave, her standing straight up as it did. Starting at her fingers, her skin began to shift into a light plastic, taking on a hardened sheen as it did. Her hands became a complicated series of joints, with a visible hinge appearing everywhere she had drawn on a joint earlier that night. Her elbows and knees became large balled hinges, her arms arching at 90 degree angles as they did. At her shoulders, her arms became connected to the rest of her via an exposed socket, with her arm attached within. Slowly the plastic tone stretched its way up her back, her fake wind up key locking itself to her frame. As it did, she could feel her chest hollow, instead being filled with a series of gears and pullies. Finally, the changes reached her face. A bright permanent smile washed over her face as her eyes and lips shifted to plastic as well. After a second, the girl began to shrink down, standing at only a couple feet high by the time the change had ended.
The witch clapped happily to herself, giggling excitedly at how Taylor had turned out. Springing from her seat, she let Julia fall to the ground on top of the scarecrow doll as she ran over to her new doll. Picking Taylor up around her waist, she looked over the doll as she sat cross-legged on the floor, quickly flipping her over in her wand before winding her key. Setting her down, Taylor began to walk stiffly in a dainty way across the floor before winding down and falling to her side. Maria was quick to pick up her dollified friend, looking to the witch with a shocked look in her eyes. “This is impossible, you need to change them back right now! This isn’t right!” The girl pouted slightly, upset at how angry Maria was, but a look of understanding washed over her face. “Ahh, I get it, your jealous I haven’t played with you yet, aren’t you Jessie?” Maria stood up, setting Taylor down as she did before angrily stepping up to the witch. “Listen to me, if you don’t-“ she began, but before she could finish, the witch playfully booped her nose with the wand. “It’s ok Jessie, I’ve always wanted a cowgirl doll, and now I have one!”
Maria felt the magic hit her all at once, staggering back slightly as it did. All over her body, she could feel her skin shifting to cloth, her clothes sewing themselves to her frame as it did. Her hands and head took on the same plastic look as Taylor, only much more soft. She felt her chest fill with cotton, her once prop pullstring reaching inside of her where a voice box formed as well. Her red yarn wig slowly absorbed her actual hair, attaching itself to her now plastic head. Even her face changed slightly, more accurately mirroring the cartoonish character she was becoming. Finally, with a large smile across her face, Maria felt herself topple, her cotton frame unable to hold herself up, her red cowgirl hat falling off as she did. She could feel herself shrink as well, stopping as she approached only 2 feet tall. All at once, Maria felt the magic settle, leaving her sprawled out in a pile on the floor as she looked up to the girl.
The witch, seeing all this, excitedly dropped to her knees and scooped up Maria in one hand. Maria began to protest internally, but before she could she felt herself flipped over, draped over the girl’s one hand as the other pulled the string on her back. Holding her upright once more, the girl looked Maria in the eyes as her voice box rang out. “Hi, I’m Jessie! I’m your doll forever!” Maria heard herself say in the voice of the character she had become. Giggling to herself, the girl pulled the string once more, and on command Maria spoke again. “Want to play with me? I’m yours now!” Giddy, the witch drunkenly nodded at the doll, and she dropped her carelessly to the ground. Out of Maria’s sight, the witch began gathering a pile of her other toys, propping up Julia against the bed and throwing Taylors small wind up form in her lap. Pulling a few stuffed animals from the pile and some dolls from the toy chest as well, the girl began to play around, making up all kinds of games to use her new toys in.
By the end of the night, the room was a mess. Toys were scattered all across the room, the three girls among them. Julia was left sitting limply against the wall, the scarecrow doll leaning her smiling head on her shoulder, the two hand in hand. In a half-ditch effort to clean up, the witch had thrown Taylor in the toy chest with a few others before nudging the lid shut, leaving the rest of the dolls across the carpet. Now, the witch just lay in bed, finishing her drink before lazily toying with her new Jessie doll. “I’m going to have to make you a horse toy for you to ride now too…maybe I’ll invite that one girl from chemistry class over and I can change that.” The girl spoke to the doll gently, half asleep as she did. The witch was lying on her back, propping Maria up on her stomach as she posed her in all different ways, pulling her string halfheartedly as she did. “I’m so glad you made me a doll Mistress!” Maria heard herself exclaim, but internally her protests had gone silent. The more the girl played with her and the more she heard herself say these things, the more she felt herself become a Jessie doll. After all, she had no control now, what more could she do. After a few more moments, the witch got under the sheets of her bed, pulling her cowgirl closely in between her chest as she did. Maria, or rather Jessie now, felt her owner’s warmth course through her and that was it. All she had known was gone. She was just her owner’s doll now; she wanted to get played with and cuddled up to like she was now; that was all.
The next day;
Well past noon, Sasha slowly felt herself begin to wake up. Still dressed in her witch costume from the night before, she yawned loudly as she began to sit up. As she did, she felt her grip loosen, letting a cowgirl doll fall from her grip to the floor below. Paying it no mind, she rubbed her eyes for a few second before looking to the room around her. Seeing the toys all around, she sighed to herself gently. “Drunk me really knows how to make a mess.” She said out loud with a chuckle. Looking over to the wall, she saw a doll she didn’t recognize; a dummy propped up against Jaqueline, her scarecrow doll and also an ex-lover of hers she decided to “keep.” Inching out of bed, she made her way over to the doll, lifting her open chin up as she did. “Don’t remember making you last night. I remember seeing you at the party, on Jake’s lap I think, but no idea how you ended up here.” She laughed at the sight of the slutty looking toy she had propped up on the floor, but a second after an idea crossed her mind.
Fumbling through her room for a few second, she eventually found her wand, walking back over to the ventriloquist doll. “You liked Jake so much last night, I might as well reintroduce you two,” she said with a villainous smirk. Tapping her hollow head, the doll in front of her quickly shifted from wood to silicon. Her still open mouth stayed ajar, with her lips becoming fuller as they formed a slight ‘o’ shape. Over the rest of her body, her wooden sheen and joints disappeared, replaced by a solid silicon form, with seams running down her neck, arms and legs. Sasha could even see from where she was sitting that the doll’s sex had reappeared from under her mini-skirt. Satisfied with her work, she picked the limp sex doll up by her waist, carrying the toy down the hall to another room. Entering quietly, she could see Jake still passed out in his bed, unresponsive to Sasha entering. Walking over to his closet, she opened the door, stepping in with the doll in hand. Within, there was another sex doll already propped up on a stand, a girl from a previous party undoubtedly. Seeing her, she picked the girl up and tossed her aside into the corner, propping up Julia on the stand instead. From there, she took a few moments to pose her in a seductive look. Writing a quick note, she stuck a post it to the doll’s chest. ‘I have plenty of dolls, I thought I’d let you have this one
’ At that she stepped back and smiled, looking to the other girl she’d left in a pile on the floor. “Boys and their toys,” she mumbled, smiling coyly as she stepped out of the room.Returning back to her room, she looked at the mess for a moment before flicking her wand in the air. All at once, most of the toys returned to their spot, clearing the floor instantly. Walking over to the wall, she picked up her scarecrow doll by one arm, dragging her over to the bed before propping her up on the back board. As she did, she bumped something with her foot. Looking down, she saw that she had left a red headed cowgirl doll out. Picking her up, she looked over the toy. “Very cute,” she said to herself, toying with the doll briefly in her hand. Throwing her on the bed, she flicked her want at the doll, and in a flash the toy was life sized again. Picking up her new toy by the armpits, she felt her curves, inevitably propping her up against Jacqueline at the head of the bed. “I don’t know how long I’ve had you Jessie but if you’re good, I may just have to make you silicon.” Flashing the doll a smile, she kissed her briefly on the lips before stepping up out of bed. “Now if you excuse me, if have real people stuff to do, I can’t just sit around in bed all day like you bums.” Without another word, Sasha left the room, leaving her dolls side by side on her bed in silence. Jessie sat there in a silent excitement, excited for what her owner had in store. “I’m going to be her favorite doll ever! I wonder if I’ll look as pretty as that doll that was against the wall earlier.” At that, Jessie sat there, gazing out the window, watching the clouds go by, eager for the moment her owner returned home.