Still locked in a state of bliss from her owner filling her only minutes before, Miranda silently melted as she lost herself in the residual warmth of being played with. Enjoying herself far too much to be bothered, she couldn’t move a muscle on her own, not even noticing at first as her owner picked her up once more. Admiring the nude doll as he waited for the water from his sink to warm up, Miranda slowly came too as she felt herself flipped upside down once more, Scott filling her with soap and water before cleaning the doll out. Feeling the warmth of the water and Scott intently cleaning the doll after using her, Miranda Doll couldn’t help but relax even more, cooing silently as Scott turned off the water and began to dry her off with the same towel she had been dropped on earlier. Content with his newly cleaned doll, Scott held her up to eye level, shooting a smile at her that managed to melt the toy’s heart further. “Well, you went from talkative and angry to silent and content in no time, didn’t you toy?” Moving his wrist back and forth to make his doll nod yes, he continued. “Guess you just needed feel your new purpose to get used to everything.” Only half hearing his words, Miranda felt as she was carried back over to the bed, dropped on Scott’s pillow before feeling as her owner jumped on the bed beside her. Sitting her up against the backboard, Scott titled the toy’s chin up before continuing. “As cute as you are naked like that, I think I’m going to have to dress you up if you’re going to be decorating my room. Otherwise, after feeling how good of a fuck you are, I’d probably end up playing with you every time I saw you.” Though she was still weak from before, Miranda heard herself instinctually saying “Well what’s wrong with that?” In an innocent tone, Scott pleasantly surprised at her change of heart.
At that, Miranda Doll felt as she was picked up, Scott quickly dressing her in a new outfit: a lacy pink top and thong, paired with two white stockings that went up to her thighs. Feeling her up for a moment as he held the doll in his hand, Scott glanced to his bedroom door before finishing his work. Fitting Miranda with her wig, securing it in place as not to fall off again, he couldn’t help but smile at the his newly dressed toy. Propping her up on a pillow and posing her against the backboard of his bed, he looked to the toy with a wink. “Hold that pose for me, I’ll be back in a bit.” At that, Scott dipped out the door, leaving Miranda to reminisce about her first playtime and dream about her new life as a doll.
Lost in these daydreams, the toy didn’t even notice as hours passed, faithfully holding her spot on the bed like her owner had told her. Her motion had long since returned to her, but for some reason she was perfectly content acting as decoration on her owner’s bed. Now in the late hours of the night, Miranda only came too from her fantasies as she heard the bedroom door unlock, Scott coming in with a goofy smile on his face. She was tempted to make a joke about his drunk demeanor, but instead she found herself simply happy that her owner was home. With Scott getting undressed for bed, it didn’t take long for her owner to jump into bed with her, Miranda flopping to the side as he did. For a second, she thought he had forgotten about her, but through the dark of the room she felt as he reached out and grabbed her, pulling the doll into his arms and pressing her small frame to his chest. Amused by this, Miranda hugged her new owner’s arm, nuzzling into his chest as she spoke up. “Fun party, Scott?” Though half asleep and drunk, Scott playfully gave Miranda a squeeze, the doll giving off a slight squeak once more. “Fun night from the moment I got you, Miranda.”