Leaning against the brick wall of the store behind her, Ally relaxed her shoulders as she rested her head against the masonry. She was on her lunch break; a short reprise from working in the clothing store behind her, though “lunch” was a strong word for it. With a small bag of chips in her hand, it was little more than a snack before getting back to her shift, but it would have to do. Brushing a strand of sharp red hair over her shoulder, she crumpled the bag in her hand, resenting the idea of having to go back into the shop and being stuck behind the counter for the next few hours. Glancing through the bay windows of the store, she glanced up to the mannequins lining the display. Each was notably realistic, with unique qualities held by each one. As they all looked out, dressed sharply by Ally earlier that week, they all held a still beauty about them that Ally admired. Admittedly, Ally had a distinct beauty of her own. Tall, with full-bodied red hair and a defined figure showing beneath the simple white store uniform she wore, she wouldn’t look too out of place on display with the rest of them up there. Laughing to herself at the thought, she looked to the nearing plastic girl behind the window and joked out loud. “You girls have the easiest job in this place. How about you work the register and I’ll be on display for today?” Smiling slightly at her own silliness, she stopped as she noticed something out of the corner of her eye; another girl standing beside her. “Sooooo,” the girl began in a knowing, light-hearted tone. “You want to be put on display then?”

Embarrassed that she was overheard, Ally’s face turned almost as red as her hair as she look to the girl beside her. She was shorter than herself, with long black hair and a pair of light blue eyes looking to Ally’s. She was also in a store uniform, though slightly more colorful that her own. Finally speaking up, Ally dropped her eyes briefly before bashfully looking up. “Sorry, I was just messing around, didn’t know you were there.” She stated, the prospect of dipping back into the store seeming a bit more appealing now. Without skipping a beat, the girl spoke up. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about! If anything I should be thanking you; if I didn’t over hear you I never would have guessed you were a doll.”

At that, Ally blinked a few times in surprise, not quite sure if she had just heard the girl beside correctly. Keeping up her embarrassed, still polite tone, Ally responded. “Excuse me? What do you mean.” Smiling still, the girl seemed unphased. “I mean I’ve been looking for a new doll forever, and never thought the girl from the shop 3 doors down would be it! Now that I know you’re a doll I don’t know how I didn’t see it sooner though!” Now, Ally just stood dumbfounded, certain the girl wasn’t making any sense. “Umm… listen,” she paused reading the girl’s name tag. “Molly. I really don’t know what you’re talking about, but I’m definitely not a doll or something.” Unwavering, Molly pulled something out of her back pocket, what looked like a small wooden marionette control-rod, but with no strings attached, lifting it slightly in her hand. Upon looking to it, Ally felt a strange alluring energy come from the control, hearing the girl speak up once more as she did. “Here, let me show you exactly what I mean.”

With a smile, Molly fiddled with the marionette control in her hand, Ally felt the energy coming from the device grow exponentially. In a split second, she watched as thin, nearly invisible strings shoot from the control-rod and connected to points all over her body. In a second, the strings faded away into nothing, but Ally felt strange, different. In any normal circumstance, she would have been shocked by what she just saw, but instead she felt herself instantly relax, an ease washing over her body. She almost felt like as relaxed as she was, she would tip over and fall at any moment, but she could support from where the strings had touched her keeping her up right. She really didn’t know what was going on, but she liked it, finding herself naturally at ease by the feeling. Practically jumping in excitement, Molly smiled brightly as she gave Ally a hug. “See? I’ve never seen someone take to it so quickly! You really were meant to be my doll.” Caught off guard, Ally only felt herself only relax deeper, as if in a trance, by the warmth of this stranger’s hug. Despite having never met the girl before, she almost felt safe in this girl’s grasp; like she trusted her. Listening to her, Ally found herself speaking up, her words coming naturally from her lips. “So, I really am your doll then?” She was surprised to have heard herself say that, but quickly found the question was genuine. Breaking from the embrace, Molly looked up to her new acquisition and smirked. “And I’m your owner. Now come on!”

‘Owner,’ Ally found herself smiling at the thought as she felt Molly take her hand, leading her away from the bay window and down the way. She didn’t even think twice about leaving her post behind at the store, simply relaxing as she felt the gentle tug of invisible strings guide her steps as she followed her owner. After a short walk, the pair found themselves in front of a new shop, though this time it was an eccentric looking toy store. With the name “Wonderland Toy Shop” sprawled over the top of the store, Ally found herself impressed even in her almost hypnotic state. The main window of the store was filled to the brim with toys of all kinds, with intricate wooden paneling and deep red carpeting lining the inside of the store. Ally felt her owner’s tug on her hand as she led her inside, the bell atop the door ringing lightly as they passed through the threshold.

The inside of the store was just as fantastical as the display window. With isles of wooden shelving lined with modern and old styled toys all the way down the store, Ally felt a strange desire to be placed amongst the selection of other toys, but quickly dispersed the thought realizing that that’d mean being left there by her owner. Molly, who made her way past the front counter of the store, kept up her pace as her coworker looked up from her seat. Looking first to Molly, and the Ally behind her, she smirked. “Wow, new toy? She’s a cutie, ain’t she? You going to keep her or sell her?” Molly looked to her briefly, ignoring the teasing of her friend, who continued her joking. “I swear you could open your own store with how big that collection of yours is getting.” Without slowing down, Molly spoke over her shoulder as she led Ally to the back of the store. “Hey, this beauty here was practically begging for me to take her home! You’ll thank me later, Alice.” Shrugging, Alice went back to her work behind the counter as Molly dipped into the backroom of the store.

There, Ally was surprised once more. Similar to the main store behind her, the backroom was filled with boxes of toys, but towards the back there was something much more fantastical. There, there were as many as 10 life-sized dolls, all propped up or positioned in various ways against the walls, chairs, and each other. They seemed to be made from a range of materials; some plastic, some plush, and even a few silicon dolls that could have passed off as real at first glance. To Ally though, this all seemed normal though. As the two reached the back of the room, Molly stopped, turning Ally to face her. Once again, Ally found herself speaking without really trying, the words just naturally forming in her mind. “Is this where you keep your toys, owner? Are you going to keep me here to?” she spoke, an almost hopeful tone in her voice that she could be kept here with all the other beautiful dolls around her. With a smirk, Molly began. “You’re already calling me owner? You really were just a doll waiting to happen.” At that, Ally smiled, feeling as her owner rested her hands on her sides. Molly took a second, plucking a plush doll from a chair before guiding Ally to sit in it. “As for where I’m going to keep you, I have something a little more glamorous in mind for you than a back room. But first, we need to help you look the part.”

At that, Ally watched passively from her chair as Molly lifted the marionette control from her pocket once more and mumbled something she couldn’t quite make out. Smiling, Molly looked over her toy once more before leaning over, lining up their eyes together. “I can see it in those eyes; that mind of yours is already my doll. It won’t take much for your body to follow.” With that, Molly leaned in, kissing Ally deeply. Ally, though surprised, quickly returned the kiss as a familiar energy coursed through her, though this time it came directly from Molly. In a matter of seconds, Ally felt as her skin gave way to similarly colored silicon, her body take on a flexible, soft complexion all the way through. For a second, she felt an initial concern, but in a second she realized what was happening; she was becoming a doll just like the ones scattered throughout the room. At the thought, Ally relaxed deeper once more; Molly was right, this was what she wanted. As she did, the process grew quicker, feeling even the support of the invisible strings give way as she sprawled out limply over the chair. Now, Ally was just another toy like any other in the store.

Releasing her from her grasp, Molly stood back up and admired her handiwork. Ally’s gaze dropped to chest level as her head drooped without her owner’s support, Molly swooning slightly at her doll’s now helpless, cute display. “There’s the doll I knew was in there,” Molly said before continuing. “Now, we just need to dress you for the part.” With a devilish smile, Molly was quick to unbutton Ally’s uniform, unveiling the smooth, flawless silicon of her body beneath. Admittedly, she couldn’t help but cop a feel of her doll, ‘accidently’ undoing her bra as she slid the clothes off her, sending Ally into a state of bliss. Before she knew it, Ally was almost entirely naked, feeling Molly’s eyes longingly look over every inch of her. ‘Owner already wants to play with me,’ she thought in excitement, already accepting the though as normal and longing for her touch again. Shaking it off though, Molly playfully ran her hand along the doll’s chest as she walked to another section of the room. “Don’t worry dolly, I’ll play with you later. For now though, let’s keep things PG.” Returning with some clothes, Ally looked up with intrigue of what her owner was holding; it was a simple, playful looking dress and apron, not too different from what you’d see on a Raggedy Ann doll. Molly, presenting her marionette control once more, lifted it slightly with a smirk. To Ally’s surprise, she found herself moving once more, lifting herself from the chair and standing at attention as she was guided by invisible strings once more. Now, in her dollified state, Ally could tell that every movement of the strings were Molly’s desires, her body completely subjected to her owner’s will now.

Handing her doll the outfit, Ally felt as she took it and slowly started to get dressed. Though the strings guided her, Ally consciously tried to sway and flaunt her practically naked form to her owner, and to her surprise her body followed the desires, seductively presenting herself though still guided mainly by the strings. By the time the show was done, Ally was dressed from head to toe like a doll. At first, she was almost embarrassed, her humanity getting the better of her as she felt stupid being dressed up as she was, but those feelings quickly faded as she saw the look in her owner’s eyes. Inching up to her, Molly looked up to the taller girl she had just turned into a doll with desire in her eyes. “You look beautiful, dolly. I really never have seen someone embrace this so quickly…you really were meant to be my toy.” Hearing those words, any doubt left in Ally’s mind disappeared. She was a doll. She was Molly’s doll. Her plaything and property just like any other doll in the room, and she wouldn’t have had it any other way. “Now let’s go; I seem to remember someone saying they wouldn’t mind being on display.

Letting Ally fall limply into her arms, Molly carried the now inanimate toy out the door and back into the main store. Though Ally’s for was now much lighter than before, Molly still struggled slightly to carry the notably taller girl with her outside, eventually bringing her to the front of the store. “I might just have to turn you into something a little more handheld next time I move you, Barbie sized maybe.” At the thought, Ally swooned thinking about how it would feel to have Molly’s hand wrapped around her, easily posed and fitting perfectly in her grasp. As Ally daydreamed, Molly made room for her in the main window of the store, positioning Ally so that she was sitting on her knees in the cleared space inches from the window. Posing her toy gracefully and with a lot of care, Molly pursed her dolls lips and bent her arms at the elbow with her palms facing up. Quickly, Molly wrote up a small sign and placed into Ally’s hands, leaning it against her chest. “Come on in and play with some toys, like me!” with “-Ally-Dolly” signed at the bottom. Content, Ally seemed to fit perfectly in the display, acting as a beautiful centerpiece to the toys at her sides. At that, Molly made some final changes to her doll, Ally feeling a surge of magic once more as her nipples and sex disappeared, leaving her as blank as the mannequins back at her own store. Leaning in, Molly whispered into her ears. “Don’t you worry, you’ll get those back later. Something tells me it won’t be long before I need to take you out of the window and start displaying you on my own bed.” Kissing her quickly on the cheek before returning to work, Ally sat there as she was posed watching the people go by in front of her, catching more than a few eyes of passers-by. As she daydreamed about her owners last words, she felt a smile form at the ends of her silicon lips. ‘Who knew I was a doll all along?’