Outside her window, the morning sun reflected off the auburn leaves of the trees outside, filling her room with a gentle orange hue as the light reached her eyes. Slowly stirring on her bed, Sasha let out a disgruntled moan, turning her gaze away from the sunlight as if trying to ignore the fact that morning had come. It was November first, and like most of the students at her college, Sasha had spent the night before making the most of her Halloween, her and her roommates hosting a massive costume party for the occasion. The party had gone on for hours, Sasha having more than a few to drink, not even remembering most of the night despite it being her own party. Slowly coming to, she realized she was even still in her costume from the night before. Just like every year, Sasha adorned a beautifully tailored witch costume. Admittedly, the costume was little more than a lacey black dress, some stripped orange and black knee socks, and a large witch’s hat that currently rested on the bed post at her feet, but she loved the outfit enough to wear it each year. This was because in reality it was less of a costume and more of Sasha really being herself for one day of the year: she really was a witch.

Most days of the year, Sasha really didn’t look the part of a witch; she was a smaller woman on the thinner side, with shoulder length black hair framing the tan skin of her face. No green skin, no warts, just your average attractive college girl. The only part of her that vaguely resembled a witch was her personality; if she was being honest, Sasha definitely had a mischievous side, often using her magic to mess with people as a hobby. Taking one look around her bedroom, it became apparent that she did more than just ‘mess around’ with magic on those around her.

All around the mess of a bedroom were various toys, stuffed animals and dolls either put away on shelves or propped up in the corner. Admittedly, more than a few of these toys used to be people, all of which who found their way into Sasha’s growing collection of transformed people one way or another. Propped up against the foot of her bed was a scarecrow doll, a large stuffed toy named Jaquelin who used to be an ex-lover of hers that Sasha decided to ‘keep.’ The toy’s head was tilted slightly to the side with a content smile on her face with her arms and legs sprawled out around her, slumping over onto the floor as the bed propping her up shifted. There, in the bed with Sasha, was another part of the witch’s collection: Jessie.

Before she was a doll, Jessie was a flesh and blood girl named Maria. Maria had attended the Halloween party Sasha had hosted the year before, dressing as Jessie the Cowgirl from Toy Story. Little did she know she’d end up becoming her costume choice; after ending up in Sasha’s room during the party, the less than sober witch found her there and wasted no time turning her and her friends into various toys. Each of her friends were still dolls being kept around the house, one a wind-up doll sitting untouched on one of Sasha’s shelves as decoration, with the other being a sex doll Sasha gave to her roommate Jake as a gift, the silicon fuck-toy half dangling limply off his bed after being ‘played with’ the night before. As for Maria, or Jessie as she was now called, she found herself being pressed tightly to the chest of her owner as she slept. This is where she found herself most nights, her limp frame cuddled avidly by Sasha during her time in bed. The cowgirl was a lifesized stuffed doll was a braid of red yarn hair, large green eyes, and a smile across her face as she felt her stuffing compress with Sasha tightening her grasp around her. Though stitched on, the smile was genuine: Jessie had become one of Sasha’s favorite dolls over the past year, and though she could still remember a time when she was human, she loved her owner.

Jessie was enjoying the feeling of her still sleeping owner’s face nuzzle against her own, her lips resting upon the doll's face. Almost lost in the feeling, the doll felt herself come to to the sound of an alarm. There, on the nightstand, Sasha’s phone was loudly signaling it was time to wake up, with another groan coming from the watch at the sound. To Jessie’s disappointment, the toy felt as Sasha released her grip around her, aimlessly reaching to the nightstand until her hand eventually made contact with her phone. As she did, she pulled herself upright, groggily looking at its screen. As a result, Jessie felt as she fell to the floor with a soft thud, a place she was used to ending up.

Paying the fallen doll no mind, Sasha yawned deeply as she looked at her phone, spending a few minutes to browse the internet as she woke up. After a while though, the witch reluctantly looked to her door, convincing herself to get up. Stepping out of bed and over the cowgirl doll on the floor, Sasha didn’t even bother to change out of her witch’s costume as she made her way to the door. Looking back at the mess of a room behind her as she reached for the doorknob, she groggily raised one eyebrow at the sight. “Drunk me really does like to play with her toys,” she said to herself, reaching to her knee sock. There, she pulled out a short wand, haphazardly flicking it towards the room as she mumbled something under her breath. On the floor, Jessie found her form shift slightly. In a second, the cowgirl doll stood up on wobbly legs, standing up straight and looking to her owner. After a second, she found she could move on her own, blinking before her face settled into a more natural expression, though still smiling. “Jessie, if you clean up this mess for me, I might just have to play with you again tonight,” Sasha said, walking up to the doll casually before reaching around her back, finding the end of a large pull-string in her hand. Pulling the string down, the voice box in the doll's stuffed chest rang out, Jessie’s lips moving a she spoke “Yes ma’m.” At that, the doll hesitated for a second, looking at her owner longingly before getting work, picking up the clutter and putting away the other toys. Content, Sasha left her toy to her work, closing the door behind her as she left the room.

Walking out into the hall and down the stairs, it seemed she was the first one awake in the house. Her roommates, a mix of regular people and magic users like herself, all had one thing in common: they loved a good party. After last night’s Halloween party, it was no surprise if most of them would be unconscious until well after noon. Making her way down the stairs, Sasha could already see the wake of the party in the living room below her. Stepping onto the main floor of the house, there was an assortment of plastic cups, beer cans, even a few pieces of costumes people had forgotten across the floor. Still half asleep, Sasha grimaced at the sight. “This would be a bitch to clean up…without magic, anyway.”

Immediately, Sasha began walking through out the house, flicking her wand every which way at the garbage around her. Room by room, the various trash almost instantaneously found itself neatly packaged into trash bags. Stains disappeared, dirt and marks on the walls faded, and after only a few seconds in each room it seemed there was never a party in the first place. By the time she made it to the kitchen, most of the house had already been cleaned. Going through the same routine of flicking her wand at any garbage she saw, Sasha stopped short as her tired gaze moved upwards to find something she wasn’t expecting. There in the corner of the kitchen, her friend Amanda was standing there. Confused, Sasha staggered up to her. “Amanda, what are you still doing-“ but she stopped short, her eyes opening fully for the first time that morning as she looked over her friend. “Oh fuck…” she mumbled. Standing in front of her, her friend Amanda was completely made out of plastic; an incredibly realistic mannequin.

Nervously laughing to herself for a second, Sasha walked slowly up to the mannequin to examine her. There, the plastic girl was wearing almost nothing, with only a half-undone bra and some panties around her knees covering her smooth frame. Admittedly there was nothing to hide as she currently was, with nothing but smooth plastic over her chest and crotch, but all the same Sasha was quick to fix her clothes. Looking over her, the blonde mannequin was wearing a pair of cat ears, with some matching make-up on her face as well. Though her memory was still coming back to her, Sasha could vaguely remember this being her costume from the night before, give or take some now missing clothes that were once on the mannequin. What she didn’t remember was how her friend had become inanimate to begin with. Amanda was just a friend from class; she didn’t know anything about Sasha’s magic, let alone that magic was real. All the same, she had somehow ended up the way she was now, standing there in perfect stillness with a subtle smile on her face. With that, Sasha bit her lip, playing with the wand in her hand as she looked over the plastic girl. “Well, guess there’s only one way to find out what happened.”

With a flick of the wand, Sasha stepped back for a second. At first, it seemed nothing was different, but after a moment Amanda blinked. Slowly, the mannequin began to move, shifting from her pose despite still being made of plastic. Realizing she could fully move once more, Amanda looked to her hands, moving her fingers for a few seconds before looking up to Sasha. Through the quiet of the house, a voice rang out. “WHAT THE FUCK, SASHA?” The mannequin yelled, a look of confusion and anger washing over her face. Jumping a bit, Sasha did not expect the previously silent girl to yell immediately, though she had to admit the reaction was reasonable for someone who went from not knowing what magic was to spending the night as a mannequin. Before she could yell again, Sasha lifted a finger to the girl’s plastic lips as she shushed her. “Hey, hey, it’s fine, calm down. It’s early and I’m hung over, no need to yell,” half-heartedly hugging the mannequin in an effort to calm her down. Unsurprisingly, this didn’t do much to help. Stepping back and holding Sasha at arms length, Amanda looked down over her plastic frame before looking back to Sasha. “How… just how did you do this to me,” she asked, her voice still carrying some anger. “Wait, I did this?” Sasha asked, the pair now both confused.

Recounting the night before, it had seemed that Sasha had more to drink than previously thought. After Amanda had arrived at the party, Sasha was already thoroughly drunk, stumbling up to her with a sloppy hug. From there, she didn’t hesitate to help Amanda in, quickly handing her a drink before leading her through the party to the kitchen. After a few hours of drinking, dancing, talking to most anyone that passed them, Sasha noticed that Amanda seemed distracted, glancing over across the party. Following her gaze, Sasha’s eyes landed on a mutual friend of theirs, Rick, who was in more than a few of their classes. Though it took a while for Sasha’s inebriated mind to put the situation together, she eventually got the hint that her friend had a crush, quick to tease her about it.

“You should go talk to him! It’s a party, just use your cheesiest pick-up line and he’ll be yours,” the witch teased, flicking one of Amanda’s costume cat ears. Immediately, Amanda shook her head. “No, no. I’m awful at small talk; I’ll end up saying hi and then freezing up anyway,” she lamented, running a hand nervously through her blonde hair. After a few seconds, Sasha arched an eyebrow, looking to her friend with a mischievous smirk. “Well, what if you didn’t have to do any talking?” Confused, Amanda looked to her friend, who slid a small wand out of her knee sock. Before she could ask what she meant, she saw Sasha aim the wand at her, speaking as she did. “Just stay still and look pretty.”

At that, Amanda felt herself lock up all at once. She had no idea what her friend had done, but despite her confusion she couldn’t even move her lips to ask. Over only a few seconds, Amanda felt as her skin shifted from flesh to a smooth, cool plastic. Washing over her torso, she felt as her chest became two featureless globes of polymer, with her crotch smoothing over as well. Along her waist, a crease formed, Amanda letting out a silent ‘ooo’ as she felt her frame divided into two parts. Continuing over her arms and legs, similar creases formed, soon having her body divided into a series of easily dismantled components. Running up her neck, her head became similarly detachable, with her expression taking on a subtly seductive look. In barely a few seconds, the flesh and blood girl had become a plastic mannequin, all while having no idea what had just occurred. Before panic could even set in, Amanda saw her friend dip away, walking up without a second of hesitation to Rick, the plastic girl hearing her friends voice from across the party. “Hey Rick! Let’s take some pictures, I just found a great prop you might like.”

A second later, Sasha was leading Rick and a few of their friends over to Amanda, who each had an intrigued look on their face as they approached the mannequin. Feeling Rick’s eyes look over her from top to bottom, Amanda would have blushed if she could, feeling as Sasha casually leaned on her shoulder. “This mannequin looks just like Amanda, right? It’s kind of crazy; we bought her for decoration for the party, but she’s just been standing in the corner all night! You guys could have some fun with her though, right?” Looking over the girl once more, Rick was quick to agree.

Feeling Rick scoop her up around the waste, Amanda was shocked at how light she was now, effortlessly lifted by her crush. As she was carried away, Amanda could see Sasha still in the kitchen, giving a slight wave to the mannequin with a satisfied smile. Half of her wanted to yell out in frustration and confusion at her friend, but the other half couldn’t get over at how good it felt to be in Rick’s arms, being carried around as if she was nothing.

For the next few hours, Amanda felt like she was the most popular girl at the party despite not being able to move an inch on her own. Rick and his friends were quick to take a bunch of joke pictures with the mannequin, posing with the plastic girl after setting her up in the middle of the party. Amanda couldn’t help but swoon a little as she felt him feel up her plastic frame, seeing him smirk as he did. From there, Amanda was used as a prop for most of the night; she kept on ending up in the arms of various strangers who wanted to take pictures with the mannequin, and more than a few times was used by a few drunk party girls who jokingly danced up to her and kissed her on her plastic lips, grinding against her still frame. At one point, she even found herself dismantled, with one guy undoing her head and carrying it around with him for a while before jokingly handing it off to someone else.

By the end of the party, the mannequin was dismantled, with pieces of her all across the living room and kitchen with most all of her clothes lost throughout the party as well. As disoriented as she was, Amanda was in bliss, in love with the feeling of being felt and played with by dozens of people over the course of the party. Lost in this bliss, Amanda only came to as the party began to die down, it being well into the night as many people headed home. Amidst everyone leaving though, she felt as a pair of hands lifted her head from the couch where it was discarded. It was Rick, looking into the mannequin’s eyes for a second before tucking her head under his arm. For the next few minutes, Rick walked throughout the party, collecting the various arms, legs, and torso of the mannequin girl he had toyed with for the night. Making a pile of her parts in the kitchen, he quickly assembled the girl, stepping back as he completed his work. “I’m almost tempted to bring you home with me; I was hanging out with Sasha in her room earlier and it seems like she collects dolls anyway, I’m sure she wouldn’t miss you too too much,” he joked to the mannequin. At that, Amanda immediately tried to yell yes in response, though her lips still wouldn’t move. She had only been a mannequin for a few hours, but the thought of Rick taking her home, owning her, playing with her even, sent shivers down her spine. “You almost feel real, but I’m not about to just steal from my friend though.” Wishing he would just pick her up and walk out the door with her, she felt as Rick rested his hands on her one last time, giving her a peck on the cheek before leaving the party. As she watched him leave, the mannequin stood immobile where she was left propped up in the kitchen, spending the night thinking about what it would be like to be owned by him.

Now though, with the morning having come and Sasha having turned her back, her rational side had returned as well as had more than a few questions. After explaining the events of the night before to Sasha, the witch sat their bemused at the story, admitting that it did sound like something she would do. After Amanda was done her story, Sasha was quick to fill her in on her side, stating incredibly bluntly that magic was real and that she was a witch. Any other day of the year and Amanda wouldn’t have believed her, but still being a piece of living plastic herself, it was hard to argue.

“So, I’m sorry, buuut for what it’s worth it seems like you enjoyed yourself last night, right?” Quick to try to denounce her friend’s statement, she stopped short, bashfully looking to her feet before back to her friend. “I…yeah. Yeah I did.” At that, Sasha’s guilt disappeared, hugging the plastic girl before looking her over. Once more, a devilish smile overcame the witch’s face, Amanda looking to her in confusion for a second before she heard her speak up. “Well, if you liked it so much, I have a proposition for you.” Amanda bit her lip, almost worried to hear what she was going to say next. “Well, we’re hosting a Dios De los Muertos party this Friday, and we’re a little short on decorations. Something tells me you’d be perfect.” At that, Amanda gulped. She knew what her answer should be, but she already had made up her mind. “Whatever you say, owner.”

Sasha didn’t need to hear anything else, giggling to herself for a second before she flicked her wand at the living mannequin. At that, Amanda felt herself stand up and strike a pose against her will. Around her plastic skin, she felt as a detailed array of paints applied themselves to her bare body, the colors becoming one with her plastic skin. From head to toe, she felt herself pained, with her face becoming a beautifully designed sugar skull look. Her body took on a look less like a mannequin and more like a lifesized ball-jointed doll, with fully articulated joints making her fully posable. Around her body, she felt a flowing red lace top and skirt wrap around her, each ordinated with patterns. With her expression taking on a seductive gaze, with her lips pouting slightly and her eyes looking longingly forward, she became still once more, perfectly inanimate.

Content at her handy work, Sasha took the life-sized doll in her arms, carrying her over her shoulder and propping her up beside the front door. The next party wasn’t for another day, so for now she’d leave her dolled-friend there, planning on propping her up on the counter and posing her like a dancer when the party did come. Looking her friend in the eyes, she whispered to her reassuringly. “Don’t worry, doll. This time around, when Rick wants to take you home, I’ll make sure he does.” At that, Sasha looked around her now clean house and made her way up the stairs, leaving Amanda to day dream about what she had told her. Content with the work she had done, she made her way down the hall to her room, smirking as she dipped through the door frame. There, the room was perfectly clean, with her toys put away and the clutter that was scattered across the floor neatly disposed of. Looking to her bed, Jessie was propped up against the backboard, her head lolled to the side with a simple smile on her face, as if waiting for her owner to return.

Sauntering up to the bed, Sasha inched onto the mattress, half straddling the doll as she did. “Maybe I should get you a maid’s outfit, seems you’re more that than a cowgirl these days.” Pulling the doll forward, she let Jessie’s face fall against her chest, propping the doll up as she reached for the pull-string on her back and yanking it sharply. At that, Jessie’s voice box rang out. “I do love when you dress me up, but I think I prefer how you played with me last night, ma’am.” With a coy look on her face, Sasha took the doll by the hair and raised her head to make eye contact with her. “A doll telling her owner how to play with her? Pretty bold of you, Jessie. Even after a year, you still manage to surprise me.” Kissing the doll deeply, she released the doll’s yarn hair from her grasp, letting Jessie fall limp against the bed once more. Taking Jaquelin the scarecrow doll and propping her up behind Jessie to keep the cowgirl in a sitting position, Sasha moved to pull her doll close once more, undoing the doll’s blouse as she did. “You’re still a pretty rebellious doll once in a while, but you’re lucky I have a thing for cowgirls. At that, Jessie sighed internally as she felt her owner’s hands undress her, preparing to play with the motionless doll. Looking up to her friend on the shelf, and feeling Jaquelin prop her frame up behind her, she couldn’t help but love being her owner’s favorite toy.