“Where've you been all day? I haven't seen you since last night.” Emily said.

“You won't believe me,” Jane said. They set their cafeteria trays down at a table where they had a good view of the sun setting across the campus.

Emily leaned in close, “Now you have to tell me.”

Jane looked around the cafeteria. “I don't want anyone overhearing me. I'll tell you later.”

“And now you're just being mean.”

Jane lowered her voice. “You know that guy Ted? Last night a bunch of us were in the common room and we were talking about random stuff. People started to leave as it got late. Then it's just the two of us and he says...”

* * *

“I bet you'd enjoy being a doll.”

“A doll? Why would I want to be a doll?” Jane said less than convincingly.

Ted and Jane were alone in the common room. Half the overhead lights were turned off giving the room a dim hushed feel. They sat in overstuffed chairs next to one another.

“You wouldn't want to be cuddled and played with by someone, helpless to interfere or ask then to stop? Or ask them to continue? I think you'd enjoy that a lot. Perhaps more than you would admit to yourself, let alone to me.”

She did not need to admit anything to herself. She had had fantasies exactly as he described, being someone's doll. “That did sound kind of hot,” she said. “You don't mean like a little girl's toy doll.” She held hand about a foot apart indicating the height of such a doll.

“Oh, no, same size as you are now,” he said. “Come back to my room and I'll turn you into a doll.”

“Is that your pickup line?”

“No, that's my 'I'll turn you into a doll' line.”

“We're not having sex,” she blurted out.

“When you're a doll, you really have no say what your owner does with you.”

“I didn't say I would come to your room.”

“We could do it here.”

“I didn't say I would become your doll.”

“Ah, but you admit if you did become a doll, while you were one, I would be your owner.”

“Well, I suppose so,” she said. “I'm not sure I like the idea of being owned.”

“But you like the idea of being out of control, being played with or not played with, and having no say in when or if it happens. Of not being a participant in the play, but the object of the play. Being a thing, a possession. Owned. If an object's owner wants to fuck that object, the object gets fucked.”

“It's late.”

“It is. Are you going to spend the night making decisions or having them made for you?”

“I still don't think you can even turn me into a doll.”

“There's only one way to find out,” he got up and held his hand out to help her up.

* * *

“Don't tell me you went to his room,” Emily said.

“I did,” Jane said. “I must have been tired. We made a bet. If he failed to turn me into a doll, he would clean my dorm room.”

“And if you became a doll?”

“Well, a thing has not say it what its owner does to it.”

* * *

His room was on the same floor as the common room, a private room with a bed, desk, and even a sofa. As they entered he indicated she should sit on the sofa.

She was thinking about how quickly he accepted the bet, giving her second thoughts. “So, what will this doll look like if this works?”

“As a doll you'll be the same shape. Same face and hair. Polyvinyl skin. Poseable joints, if your owner changes your pose, you remain in that pose till they change it again.” He paused before saying, “How long will you want to remain a doll once transformed?”

Familiar fantasies of being someone's plaything again rose into her mind. She considered how long to say and must have been woolgathering longer than she realized as he said, “How about just twelve hours this first time?”

This first time, she pondered. “Sure, twelve hours sounds right.”

“Relax,” he said. He started muttering under his breath. Before she noticed any changes, her skin reflected the light a little less than before. She noticed first that she could not move. Her eyes were fixed on Ted as his mumblings continued for several minutes.

* * *

“Wait, so he really turned you into a doll?” Emily said.

“I swear, I could not move a muscle. It felt liberating. I was a thing.”

“And this was something you'd fantasized about before this?”

“Well, yeah. Being a mannequin in a store window would be cool. Detached from the world, watching folks going by oblivious to my observation.”

“Forever?”

“Well, sometimes I think about that. But it was all just a fantasy until....

* * *

Ted waved his hands in front of the doll's eyes. “Well, how do you feel?”

He chuckled. “Not that you can answer.”

He removed all the clothes from the doll and laid it on its back. Its legs bent back unnaturally flat on the floor, its feet near its head. He disrobed and mounted the doll. He said nothing as he pleasured himself with the doll. When he was done, he cleaned the doll up and straightened its legs. Soon he was sleeping next to it on the bed.

* * *

The doll was beside itself with glee. Being fucked as a doll met every expectation it had. He had not spoken at all as he pleasured himself. Then he kind of used it as a body pillow as he fell asleep. The doll could feel that its body was not entirely on the bed and some time during the night it rolled off the bed face down on the floor.

The doll lay there peacefully all night. When owner woke up, he did not interact with the doll. He got dressed. Someone knocked on his door shouting something about getting breakfast. Owner left with that person.

* * *

“Owner?” Emily said.

“When I was a doll, I did not, could not think of Ted as Ted. When I thought about him, I thought the word 'Owner'. I couldn't even think of my own name. I was just 'the doll.'”

“That's kind of creepy.”

“It was perfect.”

A male voice said, “Hey, aren't you Jane?”

Jane gasped. The two women spun around in surprise. At the next table, eating alone was a guy they didn't know.

* * *

Ted returned to his room later. He picked the doll up off the floor and put clothes on it. He reposed it in a sitting pose and sat it on the sofa.

At some point, there was a knock on the ajar door to the dorm room. A woman entered. She said, “Isn't that Jane?”

“It was,” Ted said.

“It was?” Asked a male voice from the hallway.

“And it will be again around three. But for now, it's my doll.”

“How did Jane become a doll?

“I turned her into one.”

“Fuckin' really?”

“Yes.”

“Do me.”

“Do you?”

“Turn me into a doll just like you did Jane.”

“For twelve hours?”

“Perfect,” she said. She turned to her companion, “When I'm a doll, I want you to fuck my lack of brains out.”

“Wait,” the man said. “You can turn her into a doll and then hours later she just turns back into a human.”

“Or days later, or months later, or never.”

“Months?” the woman considered. “No, no, just twelve hours. What do I have to do?”

“Sit down,” Ted instructed.

* * *

“Hi, I'm Mike. Sorry. I wasn't eavesdropping. But I heard the word doll and...” He picked up his tray and joined them at their table.

“Make yourself at home,” Emily said.

“Look, Ted turned my girlfriend into a doll too.”

“That was you and...?” Jane said.

“Tanya. We were walking past Ted's dorm room. The door was open and we were both surprised to see a doll or mannequin sitting on the sofa. Tanya pulled me back and she knocks on the door. Ten minutes later I'm carrying Tanya to my dorm room.”

“So, why are you here and not with your doll?” Jane asks.

“I still have to eat.”

“Just like that your girlfriend sees a doll that resembles Jane and suddenly she wants to be a doll?” Emily said, arms crossed.

“Yeah.”

“So you two are working together to see how gullible I am?”

“If you don't believe me, you can ask Ted to make you into a doll.”

“That's the punchline, isn't it?” Emily said. “Get Emily to ask someone to turn her into a doll so she gets embarrassed when Ted says, 'That's crazy!'”

“Jane, if you are still interested, I know a shop that wouldn't mind putting you in a window for a few days.” Standing behind Emily was Ted.

“Really?”

“So Ted's in on it too?”

“You're being paranoid.” Jane said to her. She looked at Ted. “Emily doesn't believe what happened last night.”

“Not surprising,” Ted said. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and swiped a few times before turning it around to face Emily. On the screen was a pic of Jane sitting on the sofa. Only, it was not actually Jane. It was a doll that looked like Jane. He swiped the image to the left and another picture appeared, this time of a different life-size doll held by Mike.

“Don't forget to text me that image. Tonya will love it,” Mike said.

“Those images could be manipulated.”

Ted handed a piece of paper to Jane. “Here's the details about being a mannequin.” He turned to Emily, “You can stop by my room any time and find out for sure. No video or pics will be taken so you won't feel as though you're being pranked.”

* * *

“I'm telling you. Last week, I saw a guy walking across campus with a life-sized doll. It looked like this girl in my Calc II class.”

“Odd, I thought I saw a pair of mannequins downtown that looked like these two girls from my dorm.