“Dear Marcus,

I know you may not believe me, but the doll you’re seeing is actually your girlfriend Paige! I’m not allowed to tell you how Paige got the device, but the fact remains that she has it. And what a device it is! It can alter a person’s appearance, behavior or even mind! You know what a sub Paige is, so naturally she wanted to try it out. What was a roommate to do! Anyway, point is that thing works. Try turning the doll into something if you don’t believe me. You may want to do so anyway: the poor thing had been stuck in doll form since Monday and she is fully aware. She can feel everything (got to love that Arizona summer heat) but is unable to move. Have fun!

-Nadine”

Marcus stared at the note, wondering whether to believe it. The package had just arrived at his door and it contained three things: the note he now held, an anatomically correct, foot tall doll of his girlfriend, and what looked like an old garage door holder, with three labeled buttons: red (physical changes), orange (behavioral changes), and yellow (mental changes). There was also a display screen above them and a silver button on the right side.

Curious, Marcus took the doll out of the box and sat it on the table. It really looked like Paige, from her strawberry blonde pigtails to her white blouse and blue/white plaid skirt she loved to wear on date nights. It was a very “girl next door” look which in no way prepared one for just how much of a freak she was sexually. She loved being helpless and forced to do stuff, and Marcus was happy to oblige as far as he could (although there was only so far he was willing to go before marriage) and indulge in her wild desires: bets and games where the loser had to perform a task, fake blackmail scenarios, that sort of thing. She wasn’t the sort of person to play elaborate pranks, let alone one which required ordering a custom doll of herself, so Marcus pointed the device at her and pressed the unlabeled button. The display screen read:
“Current effects: Doll transformation. Maintain all senses.”
Guessing at how the device worked, he pointed the device at the doll and pressed the button. He had considered leaving Paige (if it was her) like that for a little longer, but she was already a doll for a few days now and he didn’t want to subject her to more torment.
Anyway, nothing happened.

Holding the red button again, he said aloud,
“Uh…change her back?”
And in a swirl of color, where once was a doll now lay the real Paige, strewn across the table in a sexy, sassy pose. With a wink and an air kiss, she smirked.
“Just because I’m not a doll doesn’t mean playtime has to end.” She said.

“Paige? Is that really you? So this thing is-”
“Real in every way. I can’t tell you how I got the device but now that I have it, let’s play with it.”
Although he hated to admit it, especially to himself, Marcus loved when she got like this. When her sweet and innocent façade broke down and her girlish look helped offset her perverted mind, it really got his motor running. He knew she had at least a dozen scenarios planned out in her head: different fantasies she’d want to play out. But it wasn’t her job to make those into reality. It was Marcus’s.

Pressing the orange button, he commanded her.
“Stand up and take off all of your clothes.”
A small part of him felt guilty over ordering his girlfriend around in such a commanding, unfriendly tone, but it was what she wanted, so he put up with it. To his surprise, she immediately stood up and began to unbutton her blouse.
“Wha- w-w-why are you doing this to me? Don’t look at me, you pervert!” she play-acted even as her body continued to strip. She couldn’t stop herself even if she wanted to. It was all for fun, but Marcus’s feelings were still hurt, even if he didn’t know why, so he pointed the device at her again.
“Until I say otherwise, you can’t speak; only moan. That ought to keep you from insulting me.”
She tried to answer, but only moaned sexually as she threw the last of her clothes to the side, placing a hand on her cocked hip despite him not telling her to do so.

Curious about the red button, Marcus pressed it and gave his next command.
“Your lips will grow until you can’t speak. Oh, and I give you permission to talk.”
“What’s the point, you monster? I’m just going to be-mmph! Mmph. Phht!” Paige’s questioning was cut short as her lips became as thick as baseballs, closing her mouth no matter how wide she tried to open her jaw. It was alright, Marcus thought, but something was missing. Then he noticed her hand snaking its way down to her womanhood.
“None of that!” he said, pushing the orange button. No matter how hard she tried, it was as if an invisible bubble kept her from putting her hands closer than three inches from her waiting crotch. She grunted in frustration as he pressed the red button.

“Your libido will double, as will the size of your ass. And uh…you can tolerate being on your hands and knees for a really long time. Let’s see uh…” (Orange button) “You can only crawl on your hands and knees, no more walking.” (Red button) “Your lips shrink enough that you can talk, but you can only digest bread and water.”

As Paige kissed his feet, Marcus looked at the yellow button, which would alter her mind, the very thing that made her Paige. Could he press it? With a frustrated growl, he pointed the device at her.
“Change her back. Change it all back!” he said, and Paige stood up angrily.
“What the hell, Marcus, we were just getting to the good part!” she snapped!
“Paige, I hate doing that kind of stuff to you! I know you want it, and I get it’s all consensual, but damn it, I…I hate hurting you like that. And some of the stuff you say…it makes me feel like a bad guy.”
Paige sat down next to him on the couch and kissed his forehead.
“It’s okay. We can stop for today. You were doing really well though. But I get it; you’re not into this stuff. I’ll…get going.”
As she prepared to get dressed, Marcus stared at the device, wondering if he even wanted it.

“Can I have…anything? For the road?” she asked. Reluctantly, Marcus pointed the device again, pressing the red and orange buttons.
“Every time you have a perverted or sexual thought, you’ll feel a hard slap on the ass.” He said, “If you orgasm, your face will remain in whatever O-face you made and your breasts will grow a cup size. Happy?”
“It will do. Thanks.” And she went out the door, giving faint squawks of pain as she walked.