Day 340/365:

Though Mel had been a doll for as long as she could remember, her year was almost up. Now back on Jason’s bed at home, she didn’t even quite remember that she was supposed to turn back into a human girl soon, let alone that she had ever been a human girl. As far as she was concerned, she was a toy, her thoughts drifting from wanting to be a nice decoration for the bed, to day-dreaming about being played with by Katie and Jason, to simply being content knowing she was the property of an owner she adored. Despite this though, Jason was very aware of the time, and what it all meant.

Coming home from work one day, Jason walked into his bedroom before falling to the bed, starring at the ceiling for some time before taking Mel by her arm and dragging her to him, hugging her firmly. “So I broke up with Katie today. I couldn’t really tell her ‘well my girlfriend is going to stop being a doll soon’ so she didn’t understand. She was pretty upset.” With a sigh, he ran his fingers through Mel’s hair, who lay there somberly listening to what her owner had to say. “But hey, she was always just a fling I guess. I’m not going to lie, she was really sweet, but I am kind of in love with a certain someone else.” With a sad smile, he sat up, propping Mel up in his lap and wrapping his arms around her. “I do miss you, Mel. As great as a doll as you are, I think I’m ready to have my girlfriend back.” At that, Mel felt something stir in her. For the first time in a long time, she remembered that she wasn’t always just a toy, even if only for a second. ‘I think I might be ready for that too, Jason.’ She found herself thinking, a certain humanity returning to her thoughts. “But hey, we have another month, might as well make the most of it, right?”

That night, Jason played with Mel as he often did, but the two felt closer than usual. As Jason moved her from place to place as they kissed, posing her submissively before entering her, Mel dreamed that she could move, that she could kiss her owner back, that she could wrap her legs around him and not fall into a pile if she didn’t have a pillow supporting her. She was just a doll, moving only when she felt her frame moved, her head bobbing with each thrust, but the thought made her smile. ‘A doll can dream, can’t she?’ she thought to herself, shortly there after pulled into an orgasm as she felt her owner come inside her.

(See epilogue for day 365/365)