“Are you sure about this?” Jason looked to his girlfriend sitting across from him on the bed with a look of sincerity in his eyes. Silently, she nodded, a tight smile persisting on her face. Nervously, the two both laughed, Jason fidgeting with a small vial in his hands. “Alright then, Mel. This is going to be one year to remember.” Gently, he placed the vial in her hands, wrapping her fingers around the small bottle. After a second of hesitation, Mel downed the contents of the vial, letting it drop to her lap as the smile returned to her face, a giddiness overtaking her as she locked eyes with her boyfriend. Finally, she shot towards Jason, wrapping her arms around him and nuzzling her face into his neck. “Just take good care of me, owner.” She whispered to him in a light-hearted, almost jesting tone, though as she did she found her strength start to leave her. It was happening; what Mel had dreamed of. She was going to become a doll for a year.

All of her life, Melaina had a strange affiliation for toys. She always had an imagination, a factor that drove her to play with dolls and stuffed animals for most of her childhood, but even after she grew up she still loved to surround herself with all kinds of toys. She couldn’t quite place why, but was in love with the idea of what a toy could be; despite being a simple object, a doll could mean the world to someone. Something to be cherished, kept close, always there when you needed it and patient when you didn’t. Beyond that though, a doll could trust someone perfectly, leaving themselves in the hands of their owners, unable to even move on their own. They could make their owner happy just by being there, an effect her dolls in the room around her still had on her. Because of that, she had almost always had a strange desire to be a doll herself.

When she was still in highschool, she used to lay against the toys she had propped up on her bed and relax entirely, either resting still in a pose or simply going limp as if dropped there on the bed herself. Later, in college, she began to explore her sexuality, taking on a distinctly submissive role in the bedroom. A few times, she even pretended to be a doll in bed with a guy, though often found that going limp on your partner was often not well received. That is, until she met Jason. After a smooth couple of first dates, some alcohol fueled conversations, and the topic of fetishes being brought up, Mel quickly learned that Jason was more than ok with her playing the part of “doll” in bed, expressing an interest in submissive girls, as well as sex dolls, himself. After that night, their passions seemed to play off each other, Jason soon becoming her “owner” as well.

Things only flourished from there, the two of them only furthering their intimacy and roleplay as time went on. After a few years of dating, it turned out they were quite a good match outside of the bedroom as well, the two moving in with each other after graduation. Both were happy with their lives, but not too long after, Jason offered Mel a way to make both of their dreams a reality: According to him, Jason had learned of a club that sold ways to turn someone into a doll, be it silicon or plastic or even plush, for a set amount of time. Though a normally very skeptical person, Mel jumped at the idea, her own passions guiding her. Quickly accepting the offer, the two worked out the specifics: Jason would keep Mel as a doll for one years time, the two of them claiming she was off on a relief mission in South America for the time allotted.

Finally, Jason came home to their apartment one day with an excited grin on his face. Waiting patiently for him, Mel almost jumped in excitement upon seeing the vial. - Now, the emptied vial lay on the bed below her, resting herself in Jason’s arms. Lifting her from him, Jason kissed her deeply, something she eagerly returned. In a matter of seconds though, Mel felt her breath escape her lips, feeling as light as a feather while her as she fell limp against her boyfriend. With her hands falling to Jason’s lap, she relaxed all at once, her lips falling still, leaving her mouth slightly open. As his lips left hers, Jason noticed that Mel’s face had turned to a soft silicon. With a smile, he ran a hand through his girlfriend’s blonde, now artificially woven hair, and lifted her from him, looking over her quickly. In front of him, Mel had become an inflatable, silicon doll. “One year to remember, indeed,” he said aloud, amazed that the transformation had worked as he took his new possession back into his arms.