There is a certain calm that comes with fresh fallen snow, the outside world taking on an almost unnatural silence. For a short time, the world can seem to almost freeze in place, becoming still with the only tangible motion seemingly being the gentle shimmers of the falling snowflakes as they pass through the streetlights below.

Haley watched this scene from her apartment with a slight pout on her face, leaning against their living room wall there as she peered through her window to the snow-covered ground below. It was the night of New Years Eve, but for now, she was the only person there in her apartment. She was dressed comfortably in some winter attire, a notably soft looking sweater hugging her form. Interestingly enough, the girl was holding a life-sized plush doll in her arms, lifting the toy loosely to her chest as she stared at the outside world in deep thought. That doll was Emma, a plush fox doll which drooped limply in her owner's arms, a simple dollish smile on her face and her head lolled to the side, seemingly looking out the window as well but in reality that was just where the doll's inanimate gaze had settled. Emma was dressed equally as cozy as her owner, with a mix of Haley's and her boyfriend Brian's old pajamas draped over the doll's frame, one of Brian's shirts hanging over one of the vixen's shoulders while a pair of Haley's lounge wear pants hung down to where Emma's paws buckled, pressed against the floor below.

For a while, Haley was as silent as the outside scene she was witnessing. This persisted for some time, only breaking as the witch eventually let out a deep sigh, tightly hugging Emma to her chest for a moment before letting the stuffed fox girl droop once more. Haley was expecting to go back to her silence, but soon after though, Haley found her almost trance-like state broken as she felt something stir in her arms. Though she hadn't noticed for a minute or so, Emma had gone from acting like any other inanimate plaything you might find decorating a friend's bed to moving on her own, Haley coming to as she felt the muzzle of her toy curiously brush up against the bottom of her chin.

Looking down, Haley couldn't help but let a small, melancholy smile form at the edge of her lips: There, Emma's blank dollish stare had turned into a pair of puppy dog eyes looking up at her, the plush toy nuzzling her owner once more for good measure. "What's wrong, Hales?" Emma started, looking between the snow outside before gazing upwards back to the girl holding her once more. "And don't say 'its nothing' or anything like that, your toys can tell when something's up."

Smirking a little more at the living doll's remark, Haley couldn't resist but be a bit sardonic with Emma. "You know, I thought dolls were supposed to just lay there and look cute, not play therapist." Perking up her fox ears which poked out from under her strawberry blonde hair, Emma shot back without missing a beat. "Well you're the one who turned me into a living doll Hales; shoulda left me like any plain old stuffed animal if you didn't want me speaking up."

Shooting the toy a quick look as if to say 'I still can turn you into a plain old stuffed animal if you keep that up,' but the witch dropped it and sighed once more, hugging the doll tightly as she rested her chin on the doll's plush shoulder. It wasn't often Haley showed her softer side, but really if you can't be honest to one of your stuffed animals, who can you be honest to? "I don't know Em... I always get a bit down this time of year, but more than usual, this year I just feel... guilty?"

Carrying Emma over to the couch, the witch plopped down towards one end, Emma quick to pick herself up and position herself on Haley's lap. "Guilty? Why guilty Hales, you haven't done anything wrong!" After a few seconds of hesitation, Haley gave Emma a coy look once more, this time only asking '...Really?' Looking Emma up and down from her dollish eyes to the stitched on pattern on her paws, Haley reiterated. "Really now, I haven't done anything wrong? Not to you, Priya, or any of the other toys I just so happened to have 'collected' over the years?"

Hearing those words, Emma's ears drooped, the fox girl mirroring her owner's pout momentarily before trying to cheer her up. "Oh... Owner, don't be like that! You know you haven't done anything wrong to me, you know how much I love being your and Brian's toy! I mean, have you seen how happy I look all the time?" For a second, Emma sat up straight and snapped back to her fully inanimate once more, putting on the same happy, toyish expression she always had on when she inanimate toy on Haley's bed (excited but unmoving stitched on eyes, her mouth/muzzle hanging slightly ajar in a silly grin) before slumping forward onto Haley like any other normal plush would.

Emma always did know how to get a smile out of her owner, her plush heart skipping a beat as she heard Haley let out a slight giggle before scooping the toy up in her arms and standing up once more. "That's not fair, Emma," she started, doing her best to keep her sad tone of voice. "All toys look happy on the outside. And on the inside? Well, don't you think I may have, I don't know... changed you a bit? Maybe to be a bit more ok with the idea of being, I don't know, nothing but a bed toy for some dumb couple to play around with?"

Admittedly, Emma had not thought much about that; more often than not, she was too content being a toy to worry about much else. After all, that was some of the appeal to her, giving herself over to her owner completely and just focusing on making them happy. There wasn't much room in a doll's head for worry.

As she thought it over, Emma cocked her head to the side to think as she looked at her owner, her ears flopping to one side as well. Before Emma could answer, she felt as Haley wrapped two hands around her waist and picked her up with ease once more, carrying her under one arm to the bedroom before lifting her and turning her around in her arms to face outwards. Flipping on the light, Haley motioned the fox doll towards the foot of the bed. "Maybe it'll make more sense from a different perspective... There, take Bella for example."

Cuddled up at the foot of Brian and Haley's bed was Bella, the couple's German Shepherd. She was like most German Shepherds: smart, playful, loyal, but one thing that made Bella unique was that she was a fully animate stuffed animal, behaving and acting like any other real dog despite being made of cotton and plush fabric. Another thing to note about the sleeping toy, who was curled up on the bed asleep, was that she wasn't only the first living toy Haley ever kept, but also at a time was her first girlfriend from back in high school.

"I know you know this story, but Bella was the first girl to ever fall in love with me. When I was going to head off to college and she wasn't, she begged me to take her with her in anyway I could. I lost track of how many times I told that girl no, but she just kept on giving me those puppy dog eyes of hers. On that last day before I left for school, I finally gave in; I turned her into a stuffed dog... she always was a cuddler after all. Just like that, I stuffed her into my backpack with the rest of my things as if she had always just been a toy. She spent 4 years, completely inanimate on my bed, pressed tight to my chest each night but completely alone during the days. By the time I graduated and I turned her back, she still loved me even more deeply than before, but she only viewed me as her owner first and her Master second, not a partner. I guess being an inanimate bed toy for years, watching as I brought new boyfriends and girlfriends home who each held and cuddled with her too, will do that to a girl. As soon as I turned her human again when I had my own place, she asked me to turn her back into a toy almost instantly, and since then she's just been my pet, and even if she's still as smart as she ever was, she definitely thinks like a pet too. I mean hell, she was playing fetch with Brian yesterday..."

Getting a bit bashful, Emma's fox ears and tail curled inwards  a bit, the toy internally blushing. 'Hey, what's wrong with fetch? Brian was playing that with me too just last week...' She found herself thinking, reflecting on her all but pouncing on her other owner each time she brought his ball back to him, Brian scratching her head each time. Before she had time to protest though, the vixen felt as Haley carried her over to the corner of the room. There, against each wall, was Haley's desk (which was lined with all kinds of artistically made ball-jointed dolls) and a sizable pile of stuffed animals on the floor respectively. "And what about all these toys, Emma?"

Between the stuffed animals and the dolls, there had to be at least a few dozen toys in Haley's collection. Thankfully, almost all of them were just plain old playthings, most of which were simply toys and decorations  Haley had been collecting ever since she was a kid. Additionally, there were also a number of various gifts she had gotten from Brian, along with the occasional splurge purchase of a nice BJD or new stuffed toy online. This meant the majority of her collection was store bought, with no transformations involved (that they knew of) in the making of most all of the toys. That wasn't to say they all had always been toys though.

Without a word, Haley plopped down Emma on the bed. This woke up Bella from her sleep, the pup letting out a long yawn, looking between her owner and Emma before shifting her spot on the bed to rest her chin on Emma's lap. There, the two living toys watched as Haley  took her time going over each member of her collection before carefully selected an armful of toys from the their pile. By the time she turned around to face them, she had 3 stuffed toys pressed together and held tight to her chest.

On the left was a sizable stuffed horse with light brown faux fur with the occasional splash of white that Emma recognized immediately. Whenever Haley had to baby sit her nieces or for any of her friend's kids, Emma and Priya always found themselves shrunk down to regular sized, kid friendly toys, (mainly to make them more appropriate to be played with by kids, but also to avoid any interesting questions the young ones might have about "Why do uncle Brian and auntie Haley have two life-sized girl dollies on their bed?") Either way, Emma and Priya almost always ended up as cowgirls with 'pony' as their steed when it was playtime, the fox girl remembering how much fun it was for the kids to spin her around atop the horse before she fell off into a pile on the floor.

In the middle was a plush looking rag toy, who Emma admittedly didn't recognize. The toy stood about 2 feet tall, dressed casually in a tiny pair of jeans and a hoodie, slumped over Haley's arms with a very well made, stitched on expression on her face, her lips in a sultry smile. For a doll of her size, she was surprisingly curvy, almost looking like an adult toy but shrunk down with her clothes tightly hugging the form of the generously stuffed doll. This would have been odd to most, but given Haley's 'interest' for dolls, it seemed normal enough to Emma.

And finally on the right was a life sized cat plush, realistically made to the point where at first glance it really did look like a regular cat. The toy's black fur was squished against Haley's arms and the other toys as well, Emma only recognizing this one because of how often Bella used her as a chew toy (thankfully, the teeth of a toy German Shepard aren't all too sharp, so the cat was always left unharmed. Before Emma could ask about the trio of playthings, Haley spoke up. "So, Em. Do you even know which of these toys are alive and which ones are just some store-bought farbic and fluff?"

Lifting a paw to answer, Emma hesitated, looking between the three for a second. Admittedly, it wasn't easy to tell; beyond Emma, Priya, and Bella, most all of Haley and Brian's toys stayed inanimate almost all the time. These three were all toys Haley had owned since before Emma was a doll herself, back when Haley was just a good friend of hers and not her owner. After a second more of thought, Emma pointed to the doll in the middle with little confidence in her voice. "I don't know, her?"

Raising her eyebrow, Haley looked to her vixen doll for a few seconds in silence before replying with the same somber tone in her voice. "All of them were; They all used to be people at some point, Em." Without skipping a beat, Haley lifted up the horse in one arm and placed her on the bed. "This is Jenny, an old friend of mine. One time at a party, she said she didn't believe I was a witch and wanted proof. So, being drunk and stupid, I turned her into a little teddy bear for the rest of the night... didn't even remember what I had done until I woke up drooling over her in the morning. I turned her back and apologized, but in her own words, "I'd never felt more comfortable in my life as when I was a stuffed animal," and a few odd transformations later over the next few months, she decided to let me keep her. For a while. she used to be my only living stuffie along with Bella, but she always preferred being inanimate for some reason. She spent the next few years as my favorite footrest, but now? Now she only really gets played with when the kids are over."

Moving on, Haley lifted up the rag doll in one hand. "And this trouble maker is Christine. Chrissy here was obsessed with me back in freshman year. She'd spend all of her time in my dormroom and made it so obvious she had a thing for me that she probably even made Bella jealous at the time. I didn't even like her at first, but she was so damn persistent that I eventually caved. She was my first real lover, but if I'm being honest she was way to needy." For emphasis, she gave the doll a little jostle in her hand, the doll drooping in her owners grasp before Haley continued. "Eventually, we broke up, but even after that all she did was beg me to get back together with her for months. Angry and more than a bit annoyed, I told her the only way she'd be 'mine' again was if she joined Bella and Jenny up there on the bed as more of a mean joke than anything. To my surprise, she started begging for that too... Between the spite I had for her and just wanting her to shut up, I turned her into my first life sized stuffed doll, kind of like you Em, right there on the spot. (This was years before I know you and Priya, so don't get jealous.) Honestly, I do need to kind of thank her for that... that's when I learned I had a 'thing' for dolls. Even if she started as some annoying girl and a pretty shit girlfriend, she made a great sex doll and bed toy, if only because now if I wanted to be left alone, all I had to do was let her 'accidentally' fall off the top bunk or toss her in the closet... Still, she probably got played with every night I wasn't bringing someone home from a party; she was my favorite."

For a second, Haley looked at the doll in her hands, running her thumb over the toy's lips an curves before continuing. "Favorites don't always last forever though. She was my first, so at the time I didn't know what I was missing. Eventually the spot of 'favorites' got pulled in a new direction: I ended up falling for a certain silicone indain girl and her fox of a friend... well before I decided to keep you to, I relegated Chrissy here back to a regular desk toy of a doll. I offered to turn her back, but she said she'd even prefer to be my decoration as long as it meant being mine... I'm sure she's been watching you two with more than a bit of jealousy from my shelf for a while."

Finally, she lifted up the cat plush in her other hand. "And this here is Julia, an old roommate of mine from after I got out of college. Don't ask me why, but she really liked cats. Like a lot, cat print sweaters, cat-ear headphones, the works. After she learned I was a witch, she said she'd do anything for me to make her a real cat. Thing is, I'm allergic and the last thing I wanted was a pet cat, so I told her the best I could do was to make her a stuffed one. The girl didn't even waste a second agreeing. I kept her animate for a while, but Bella wouldn't stop chasing her around the house and destroying everything. Eventually I decided it would be easier to leave her inanimate, but apparently as long as she's a cat, Julia was happy." With a light underhanded toss, Haley threw the cat in Bella's general direction, the dog jumping into the air to catch the cat in her mouth before running off to the living room to play with the girl like any dog would a chew toy.

After all that, Emma was a bit more confused than before. "Hales, that was a nice rant and all, but I'm not seeing your point. You're a witch with a thing for dolls and toys, that doesn't make you a bad person!" Throwing her hands up, letting the other two toys fall to the floor in a pile, Haley walked up to Emma now notably frustrated at herself. "How could you say that, of course I am!" She started, picking up the fox doll by her underarms and lifting her to eye level. "I mean... just look at you, Em. You were a girl, a real girl; one of my best friends! And I turned you into... into what, a doll for me to just use and abuse?"

For a moment, Emma's eye darted to the side to think before landing back on Haley's saddened gaze. "Yeah... and?"

With another exacerbated sigh, Haley pulled the ditz of a doll to her chest and fell back onto the bed, looking up at the ceiling with Emma atop her. "Why aren't you angry at me? You should be angry at me... for being this selfish, for ever being able to make the decision to 'keep' people as playthings..."

 For a moment, the two just laid there, Emma giving her owner a second to brood before inching up to her owner's neck and speaking up once more. "You know I asked for this... right Hales? I wanted to be your toy more than anything. I know what I gave up... but do you know what I gained?"

Gently nuzzling into Haley's chest, the fox girl wrapped Haley in her arms and hugged her tightly. "I got an owner who will do anything to keep me safe and happy. I have 2 owners, actually, that I can make happy just by being a good dolly; two owners who sleep better at night because they have their Emma doll pressed between them, owners who I can relax after a hard day just by going limp with a dumb smile on my face and being their favorite pillow, owners who - and trust me on this one," Emma paused to give Haley a playful tease. "Who cannot get enough of how much they love playing with me to the point where you two have to put me through the wash ever couple of days just to keep me clean. How could I be angry at you, I've never been so satisfied in my life!"

Reluctantly laughing at the doll's remark, Haley relaxed a bit as Emma nuzzled into her once more, the two enjoying the quite comfort for a second before Emma spoke up again. "Let me ask you this then. If you feel so bad about it, why do you love your toys so much, Haley? You're a witch, you could turn people into anything... why dolls, stuffed animals, sex toys?"

Looking to the fox on her chest before gazing back to the bedroom ceiling, Haley thought for a few more moments before replying. "I don't know, it's just... a feeling, this feeling," Haley dropped her stoic look and cuddled Emma even closer before continuing. "I know it sounds dumb, but it's intoxicating, turning someone into your own personal toy. Some times it's just fun to transform someone for a few hours, other times you find yourself the perfect doll you just can't help but keep forever. It's not just about having power over someone, not really. It's just, well, kind of what you said."

Rolling to her side and bringing the fox doll with her, Haley looked into her toy's eyes with a look of sincerity. "When you first became a doll, you truly gave yourself to me... you went as far as to become my property. All of a sudden, you weren't a cute friend of mine, you were a loyal plaything who needed her owner in the truest sense of the word. I loved coming home each day to find my toys on my bed right where I left them. I loved to toy and play with you knowing you were passively watching enjoying the whole thing. I even loved letting you flop into a pile on the bed from time to time, if only because I got some guilty satisfaction knowing you'd stay right there like a good toy until I picked you up and cuddled you again, because when you're a toy, you need to be moved and played with and cuddled by your owner, that's their whole purpose... Having someone belong to you like that, knowing you need me because I'm your owner, it's... it's what makes being your owner the best feeling in the world. I know it's selfish, but-"

Cutting Haley off, Emma kissed her owner deeply. For once, it was Haley who melted from the sensation, loosening the tension in her muscles all at once as she pulled her doll close, returning the kiss. Running her hands along the orange fur of Emma's legs, Haley signed contently as the vixen whispered in her ear. "It's not selfish, owner. These toys, your toys, all choose this for their own reasons, for better or worse. They chose to be part of your collection and everything that comes with it: They chose to be played with and love every second of it of being in your arms, just like they chose to be put away when you're done with them." Pausing, Emma gave Haley another quick kiss before guiding her to sit up, propping her against the backboard of the bed as if she was the doll before straddling her lap.

"Now it's time for you to remember someone's story. For a while, there was a time where you were first dating Brian where I had to stay completely inanimate for months to keep your magic a secret. You asked me to be a good toy, so without a second thought, I was, falling limp in your arms before acting like any other dumb plaything for months. I can still remember what those long days alone felt like, Priya and I staring off into space, unable to move a muscle if we wanted to. Thing is, it wasn't boring, not really, because no matter how long you left us alone on that bed, or put us away in the closet, even just let us drop to the floor so you and Brian could have the bed to yourselves, it was worth it. Worth it when you eventually did scoop me up again, worth it to see the smile you got every time you admired your toy, and yeah, worth it to feel the absolute bliss of Brian sliding into me or you puppeting me atop him. I'm a toy, Haley. I live for you to play with me."

Without Haley asking or even saying a word, Emma slipped her shirt over her head, unveiling her chest inches from Haley's face. The witch blushed heavily; it had been a long time since she had seen her toy act so forward.  "Just being a good toy and being rewarded for it is more than I could ever ask for, Haley. I'm happy dammit, and I can say with out a doubt in my stuffed head that every toy you've decided to keep over the years feels the exact same way. I was a pretty good person back in the real world, but here? I'm the bestest dolly in your world, who can make my owner's day better just by flopping over to my side and letting you toy with me for a few minutes. That's enough for me, more than enough really, and I wouldn't trade that for anything. Now then," she paused once more, lifting Haley's chin to meet her gaze. "It's New Years and you're going to stop being sad right this instant, ok?"

Pausing for a second to look at her owner lovingly, Emma moved Haley's hands to rest on her plush sides, inching closer to Haley's ear before giving it a playful bite and whispering one last word before going full doll once more.

"Be the amazing owner I know you are and enjoy your toys, ok?"

---

"Honey, we're home!" Brian called from the doorway with an exaggerated tone of voice, carrying in a handful of bags as he playfully kicked the door shut behind him. He had been out for the day making some post Christmas returns, along with getting some much needed shopping done for the night of New Years Eve. Placing the bags on the floor in the foirer, Brian reached in and pulled out two very different objects from each of the bags. In one hand he had a nice bottle of champagne, ready to be popped open later that evening, and in the other was Priya. Priya, normally a 5 foot tall silicone girl, was now nothing but a plastic 'Barbie-ish' type doll, dressed in her usual casual wear and a toyish smile on her face. The tan skinned doll had said that she wanted to keep Brian company during his shopping run today, but in reality she just wanted to see all the snow and the lights outside before the holidays were over.

As Brian lifted her out of the bag, the seemingly inanimate toy sprang to life as he placed her on his shoulder, Priya perching herself there before looking to her owner with a coy look, playfully dangling her legs over the side of her new lookout post. "No response, huh? Think Haley accidentally turned herself into a doll again?" Rolling his eyes at the plastic girl on his shoulder, Brian kicked off his shoes and walked into the living room with the bottle of wine still in hand. He was about to call down the hall to the bedroom, but quickly stopped as he saw the sight before him.

There, Haley was sleeping peacefully on the couch, wearing little to nothing with a very naked Emma doll laid out atop her like a blanket. Emma had her usual dollish expression on her face, content to have been played with so thoroughly and cuddled after. This scene was interesting enough with just that, but what caught Brian off guard was that Haley had brought a number of her toys into the living room with them. Currently, she was using a stuffed horse that Brian recognized as Jenny as a pillow, Bella was curled up and napping once more with a cat doll held firmly in her mouth, and a number of other toys including a small ragdoll were still in a pile at the foot of the couch with others scattered throughout the room.

It was as if Brian had walked into the room of a kid who had fallen asleep after playing with all of her toys. Looking between the scene and Priya, who was smirking devilishly at the display, Brian paused as he heard the doll on his shoulder whisper in his ear with a joking tone to her voice. "Why don't you ever play with me like that, aye owner?"

Rolling his eyes, Brian set the doll and the wine down beside each other, Priya playfully hugging the relatively massive bottle, before quietly moving some of the other toys aside and sitting on the floor beside his sleeping girlfriend and her fox doll on the couch, careful not to wake the pair. Brushing a strand of brown hair from the witch's face, Brian admired the girl for a few moments before looking to Emma, who's still expression was currently half burred in Haley's chest. Turning the doll's chin to face him, Brian locked eyes with the vixen for a moment before whispering to her. "Hey girl, what happened here?"

For a moment, Emma was completely inanimate, hesitant to move even in the slightest as to wake Haley. Eventually though, she blinked, slowly coming to life and responding in a dreamily content, hushed tone. "Haley had a bad case of the New Years Blues. So, I was a good dolly and made her feel better."

Happy with that answer, Brian gave Emma a gentle head scratch and a quite "Good Toy" in response as the toy went inanimate once more, Haley instinctually cuddling the doll closer as Brian got up. He let the pair sleep for a while, taking Priya into the other room for a while to play some video games with her spectating from atop his head now, the plastic doll jokingly pulling at her owner's hair every time the game got tense or Brian messed up. This went on for an hour or so, the owner/doll pair just playing and chatting lightheartedly before all of a sudden they both heard a loud "Pop!" come from the living room, Brian turning his head sharply and Priya holding on for dear life as to follow his gaze.

Peaking back out into the hallway and gingerly walking back into the living room, Brian could see that Haley was sitting up now, with a freshly opened bottle of champagne in one hand and Emma, now dressed once more in some mismatched pjs of Brian's, tucked comfortably under the other. With a smirk, Brian and Priya joined her on the couch beside Emma. "Going straight from napping to wine, I see," Priya said jokingly as she looked to her other owner. Haley, now wide awake and a much more content look on her face, glanced back to her boyfriend and her doll before starting to pour four glasses of the champagne on the living room table in front of them. "Sorry, I was going to surprise you guys with this, but there isn't exactly a subtle way to open up a bottle of sparkling wine."

Looking between his girlfriend, the bottle, and the four glasses on the table, Brian gave Haley a kiss on the forehead before responding. "Hope Emma got you some good rest, babe," he started, placing Priya on his lap before continuing. "For the record though, I'm still kind of surprised... are we expecting company? What's with the two extra glasses?"

Without a word, Haley handed Brian Emma, who flopped onto his lap as Haley pulled out her wand. A second later, there was a sizable poof, Brian blinking but for a second before he felt a new amount of weight appear on either side of his lap. Before he even knew it, Emma and Priya were back to their normal selves, living breathing girls who were now sitting on his lap with an arm around each of them. The toys were more surprised than anyone, the two dolls turned girls taking a second to gather their bearings; it had been forever since the two of them had been human, the pair looking over one other before giggling before looking between their owners.

Seeing this, Brian looked to Haley for some semblance of an answer. He wasn't about to complain about having Emma and Pri back to normal on his lap, but it did catch him more than a bit off guard.  Before he could ask, the witch handed each of them a glass of the champagne, only now speaking up with a sweet sincerity in her voice. "A certain vixen reminded me how lucky I am to have such great toys, so I thought it might be a nice way to spend New Years if they could have a few drinks with their owners."

Looking to the girls in his arms, followed by the glass of wine that was soon placed in his hand, Brian's confused look softened into one of contentment. "That... that sounds really nice actually."

---

By the time the night was over the owners and dolls alike had all had a wonderful time. It was a rare occasion where Haley and Brian could actually drink with Priya and Emma, (more often than not the toys just saw the end result of a night of drinking, being the couple joining them in be later that night with even more gusto than usual to involve their dolls with some love making,) and it was more fun than they expected. It was a nice change of pace, actually having a chance to talk to the girls freely without Emma going limp on command or Priya's sex doll instincts kicking in and teasing the couple.

At midnight, Brian and Haley shared a kiss, the dolls cooing slightly at the sight before giving each of their owners a peck on the cheek as well. After a few more drinks, all involved were unarguably tipsy, eventually ending up in a pile in bed together with Bella and a number of the other toys.

There would be plenty of time to turn the girls back into their usual dollish selves in the morning. For now, Priya and Emma both found themselves simply enjoying being wrapped around Haley on either side of her, Brian snapping a picture of the scene before scooping up Priya for himself and joining them in bed.

Moments later, Brian and Pri were dead asleep, Priya using him as a pillow for once instead of the other way around. Haley was about to drift off to sleep as well when she felt a slight nuzzle up to her neck, and a familiar sweet voice whisper to her.

"You're the best owner a doll could ask for, Haley. Don't go forgetting that any time soon."

The doll was already dreaming of being played with again, feeling as Haley slowly ran her fingers through Emma's strawberry blonde hair.

With one last glance to her boyfriend, the girls, and the number of other living toys that filled the room around her, Haley felt everything she loved about being an owner all at once.

Though she was already asleep, Haley whispered aloud to Emma, Priya, Bella at the foot of the bed, really any of her toys that were listening:

"You're the best toys a girl could ask for, too."