Diane had a boyfriend, and her boyfriend had a secret fetish. He hadn’t told anyone about it, relegating it to the realm of distant fantasy, though it would soon become a very real part of his life.

Diane and her girlfriends had visited a strange part of town and met a street vendor who claimed to be a witch. She offered them blessings to make their lives more interesting, and only Diane listened. Her free gift was a way to make her man happy in bed.

Laughing it off, she paid no heed to the strange, inhuman sounds the woman made behind them as they left, or the faint tingling running across her skin. As the day went on, she found herself getting sore and stiff, and went home early.

By the time her boyfriend made it home, she felt like she was paralyzed and unable to face him. He finally found her on the couch of the living room, tipped over. He picked her up with ease, thumbing the valve on her neck back and forth. It was already open, but she wasn’t deflated. He popped it back in on a whim, and watched his lover turn back to flesh and blood, albeit with a faint outline of a plastic tab on her neck.

Diane couldn’t believe what she was hearing as her boyfriend explained that he had a fantasy about a girlfriend who could be a love doll - apparently, that’s what she had been during her time.

It took a lot of convincing to stay calm, but finally Diane let it go. She’d find the witch, she resolved, and get this fixed. As they had sex that night, Diane wondered what it would be like to be a frozen woman turned to rubber.

The next day, instead of seeking out the mysterious woman, Dianne posed herself naked infront of a mirror and pulled the plastic tab. She watched herself freeze in position, her skin turning artificially glossy while her nipples, lips and sex turned an enticing pink. She hadn’t planned on still being in front of the mirror when her boyfriend came home, but she hadn’t thought about how she would turn back as a doll.

Her boyfriend didn’t turn her right back. Instead, she got her fantasy from the night before fulfilled. Suddenly, she was seeing the benefits of being a doll including her lover’s increased appetite. Dinner was skipped, leaving more time for increased pleasure. Diane’s only complaint was that he forgot to seal her valve before falling asleep, though that was nice in its own way...