Emily knocked lightly on the door.

“Come in,” a voice called from within. As the door opened, Ted smiled, “Emily, what can I do to you?”

She immediately blushed at what he was implying. “I've seen how good Jane feels after she comes back from an evening with you and I...”

“You want me to turn you into a doll and then fuck that doll, possibly more than once.”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“What?” He cupped his hand around his ear.

“Yes, I want to be a sex doll tonight and have you fuck me.”

“That wasn't so hard to say, was it?”

“I suppose not.”

“It's too bad I can't do you tonight.”

“What?”

“I already have a doll lined up for tonight,” he said picking up his phone. He tapped and swiped a few times before saying., “How about two weeks from tomorrow? The fifth.”

Her mouth opened and closed a few times in surprise.

“Turns out,” he continued, “A lot of people heard about Jane and Tanya. I've been swamped.”

“I have to wait two weeks to try this out?”

“Well, I could just turn you into a doll. But if you actually want to be fucked by me, that will have to wait. I'm young but even I need some recovery days.”

She looked dejected and began to turn to leave.

“Although,” he said and the smile on his face gleamed with delight. “There is another way.”

“What?”

“Someone else could fuck you.”

“Who?”

“Does it matter? We aren't lovers and you were fine with me doing it. And while I wouldn't mind a tumble with you, I'm booked. But I have a few acquaintances who also enjoy a romp with one of my dolls. I could turn you into a doll and loan you out to one of them.”

“You want to pimp me out to your friends.”

“Acquaintances. Pimp is an ugly word and implies that you would be some kind of prostitute. I think prostitutes have to be living people. Loaning someone a non-living doll is not prostitution or pimping.”

“I suppose. And there wouldn't be an exchange of money.”

He laughed. “I never said that. I charge my acquaintances $75 to $100 a night to lease my dolls.” He continued as she seemed too stunned to respond. “And when the doll is no longer a doll, she gets half of it.”

“So it is prostitution.”

“Not at all. The dolls don't do anything. They don't participate. They don't initiate. They are not alive. They cannot make choices. They just exist. Prostitutes perform services. Dolls don't.”

“That's a pretty flimsy distinction. The person still is getting paid.”

“I could keep all the money, sure. But you can look at as I'm paying you to be a doll.”

“I don't think I'm interested.”

“If you say so. So should I schedule you for two weeks from tomorrow?”

“I suppose. The anticipation is going to kill me.”

“Well, the other offer still stands. I have a rental booked for tomorrow with no doll available. So think it over. I'd hate to cancel.”

* * *

The next day, after her classes, Emily returned to Ted's room. When she went inside, there were two naked sex dolls sitting on his sofa. She did not recognize the girls. In fact, they did not look at all as realistic as the photos she had seen of Jane and Tanya as dolls.

“So you've changed your mind?” Ted said.

“I think so. Are they real people?”

“Not at the moment, but they will be again tomorrow.”

“They look....”

“Oh, did I forget to mention that when I rent out a doll, I usually don't turn them into dolls that look like themselves.”

“You can alter how the dolls look?”

“You are well aware that Jane has spent the last few weekends as a mannequin in a clothing store just off campus. As a mannequin she lacks any orifices for fucking. A pity really. So yeah, I can change how the doll looks. The one on the left is a natural blond but the request was for a redhead. I didn't ask her to dye her hair. I just turned her into a redheaded doll.”

“If you had mentioned that I might have said yes yesterday. I was worried that your acquaintance would recognize me and was going to ask if you could mitigate that.”

“I understand how people gossip, Emily. I don't think anyone would let themselves be rented if they were recognizable. It's only the ones who have boyfriends who tend to be dolls who resemble themselves.”

“Okay, so yes, I'll be a doll for rental as long as the doll doesn't look like me.”

“Oh, it certainly won't. But give me a second.” He picked up his phone and made a call. “Hey, it's Ted. I wasn't sure I could do it, but I got a last minute doll for you.... Ten minutes? No, make it fifteen.... See you then.”

“Fifteen minutes?”

“Yes, he'll be here in fifteen minutes so lets get started. Could you remove your outer clothes? It would take me longer to do so once your a doll, presuming you want to be able to wear them again later.”

“Um...”

“It's not like you won't be naked as a doll.”

She started to disrobe, removing her shoes, tights, skirt, and blouse. He held a small milk crate and placed her purse inside it. She added her clothes to it.

“Oh, and turn off your phone. Can't stand hearing those things making noise in the crates. And make sure it doesn't vibrate either. You should also remove any loose jewelry like that pendant. Once you're a doll, I'll put your bra and panties in the crate and put it over with the other crates.” He took out a label and marker and wrote “Emily” on the label.

She looked where he pointed and there were a handful of stacked crates containing women's clothing and accessories. When she was down to her skivvies, she stood awkwardly as he applied the label to the crate.

“Okay, stand up straight, arms down. Ready?”

She nodded.

“Oh, I forgot, you might want to loosen the straps on your bra.”

“Why?”

“Because I'm going to make a doll with breasts noticeably larger than the ones you possess.”

She unhooked the clasp on the back of the bra and left it hanging across her breasts. “Okay, quickly so it don't make a wrong move and give you a show.”

“Sure. You'll be back to normal by morning. You really should have asked me to specify that. 3... 2... 1...”

The transition from human to doll was barely a tingling feeling across her skin, over nearly as soon as it started. Although she noticed Ted was standing somewhere else compared to where he was when the tingling started. She must have been unaware for a short time.

He waved his hands in front of her face. Then he stepped out of her line of sight. Without preamble a mirror appeared in front of her. The doll saw its reflection but it was nothing like Emily's face. Her skin was almost alabaster and her hair was a pale purple. Her face was longer and narrower with its mouth wide open. As he moved the mirror she could see that her ears were taller and tapered to a point.

“Elf ears,” he said touching one of them. The doll was amazed how good that felt. “I think they look pretty good. Wasn't sure it would work.”

He stepped in front of the doll and tilted the mirror so it could see its body. Its boobs were immense, the bra looked more like a weird necklace than a bra. Its waist was too narrow to house all the necessary organs of a living person. Its legs were long and smooth.

He set the mirror down. The bra easily slid off, down the doll's arms. He bent the doll at the waist and sat it on the sofa with the others to more easily remove the panties. He put the undergarments in the crate and put the crate with the other crates, label facing the wall.

From a closet, he grabbed a canvas bag and placed it on the floor. He picked up the doll and sat it down on the bag's opening. Then he lifted the bag up, pushing the doll's legs up. He hooked its arms around the legs and soon the bag contained the doll.

There was a knock at the door. The door opened.

“Is that it?” The doll did not recognize the male voice.

“Yep, is the face right?”

The man came into view. He was an upperclassman. The doll did not know his name but had seen around campus occasionally. “Oh, she's perfect.”

Ted pulled the bag over the doll's head and tightened the draw string.

The doll felt the bag being lifted. “She's light.”

“Yes, it is. Back by eleven or there's a late fee.”

“Not a problem, Ted.”

Traveling as a doll in a canvas bag across campus was not a sensation the doll had expected to enjoy. But the doll's nipples were very sensitive and were rubbing against the bag. Shortly, they arrived and the doll felt the bag swing and get tossed onto what it presumed was a bed. The bag laid untouched for an indeterminate amount of time before being picked up and opened.

“She's perfect.”

The doll was surprised to see a woman's face looking at it.

“Right, I didn't think the face would turn out so good.”

The two of them removed the doll from the bag, straightened out its legs and stood it up in the room. The woman's hands played along every curve of the doll sending waves of pleasure through whatever passed for the doll's mind. The two had been speaking but the doll was too distracted to comprehend their speech.

The couple were seated at a table eating dinner when the doll could think again. The room it was in was a studio apartment with a full kitchen and living room visible. The doll guessed it was off campus. When the couple finished eating, the guy cleared the table and did the dishes while the gal went back to the doll and picked it up.

The doll marveled at how light it must be as the woman had no problems carrying it to the bed. “We are going to have so much fun,” the woman said to the doll, running a finger along the circle of the doll's lips.

The doll was left to its bliss. The next time it heard the couple they seemed to be enacting a play.

“Where is the princess?” the woman said menacingly.

“She is secure in the tower where you'll never see her again,” the man said with a rather poor, fake English accent.

“Release her and you will not be harmed.”

“I'm not afraid of you. Guards!” He clapped his hands together.

“I swing my sword at the nearest guard,” she said. The sound of something small and hard could be heard hitting the table top. “16.”

“You run him through,” the man said without accent. The sound of more dice could be heard being rolled. “The three guards attack you but you only get nicked by one of the attacks for,” another die dropped, “three damage.”

The doll was aware that some people like to role-play in the bedroom. But this seemed a bit niche.

Eventually the woman, Lady Elswood the doll eventually found out, defeated the guards. The man, Baron Norford, fled from the room. Rather then go after him, Lady Elswood ascended the tower, vanquished another handful of guards, and found the paralyzed form of the princess, Princess Mylya, in a locked room at the top of the tower.

Lady Elswood carried the paralyzed Princess back to the horse and cart she had driven to the tower and rushed back to town. In town, she went directly to the home of the sage, Oswin Tinsvein.

“Can you do anything for the Princess?” Lady Elswood asked.

“I've never seen an enchantment such as this,” a wizened male voice said. “It may wear off on its own. Or it may require something else.”

“I'll do anything. What quest must I undertake to free my love from this curse?”

Silence. The doll had to admit it was getting into the story and was surprised when the couple were beside the bed standing over her. The woman was wearing a plastic helmet and fake armor. The armor was the sort that shows off one's cleavage. The man was wearing a fake gray beard and a wizard's hat with long gray hair sticking out from under it.

“I may be an old man, but I have not forgotten that love is a powerful way to break enchantments. You must demonstrate your love for Princess Mylya to restore her.”

The woman removed her helmet and her armor dropped to the floor much faster than the doll expected. “Gladly,” she said and she climbed into bed above the doll.

The doll could not sure what really happened next as the pleasure of being touched, fondled, and rubbed by the woman caused the doll to be overstimulated in no time. The doll was not sure when or why the wizard joined in but it did not care as long as the pleasure grew and grew. Eventually, the doll was forgotten and the man was on his back on top of the doll as the woman fucked him. Twice.

The couple and the doll lay in a heap on the bed for some time in silence before the man said. “I have to return the doll tonight.”

“Okay,” the woman said, turning over and falling asleep.

The man took a few moments to extricate himself and the doll from his sleeping partner's limp form. He took the doll into the bathroom and cleaned it up before putting it back in the bag. He left to get dressed before tying the draw string.

When he came back he paused admiring the face of his imaginary princess sticking up out of the bag. Soon he was fucking the doll's face. The doll was shocked at first but immediately enjoyed the feeling of being fucked. The next thing the doll was aware of was being entirely inside the bag swaying in mid air as presumably the man was carrying her back to Ted's room.

A knocking sounded. A door opened. “Hope I'm on time,” the man said. The bag was dropped to the floor with a bit of thump.

“Careful with that. You are a little late. But that's fine. Frankly any time before midnight is fine. Receiving dolls back in the morning is annoying. I need to get dressed and head to classes. Dealing with the doll at the same time can be a hassle.”

“Yeah, I guess it would be. Here you go. Money well spent.”

“Glad to hear it. Next Thursday?”

“Yeah, not sure what kind of doll I'll need though. Can you do an orc?”

“Send me some pictures and I'll let you know.”

The doll saw Ted's face as the bag opened. He took the doll and stood it up in his bathroom. He left and returned a few minutes later with a crate and placed it on the counter and left the bathroom. The doll heard him from just outside the door say, “3... 2... 1...”

As the transition from doll to human took place, the door to the bathroom shut. Emily was naked in Ted's bathroom with a mouth full of cum. She immediately spit it out into the sink and cupped water into her mouth to rinse it out. “Pluhh, fuck!”

“Something wrong?”

“In a minute,” she replied. She hastily got dressed. At the bottom of the crate was a printed photo of Princess Mylya. After looking at it for a moment, she put it in her purse and went to open the door. It was stuck.

“Wait.” Ted said. He then continued talking to someone else in the room. “So next week again?”

Emily could not hear the response. But soon she heard the outer door close.

“You can come out now.”

She stepped out and saw two canvas bags sitting on the floor. Ted handed her two folded twenty dollar bills.

“Didn't want one of my acquaintances getting a look at you. Did you have any trouble?”

“Just had a mouthful of something nasty when I was restored.”

“Really?” He shook his head. He handed her another twenty. “I should have checked before restoring you. That's on me. But I'll also make sure they don't do that again. Or they'll stop getting dolls. How were they otherwise?”

“Geeky. They were playing D&D or something and I was the princess locked in a tower.”

“Interesting,” he said. “But not so interesting I want to hear any more.”

“I'm curious what he's going to need an orc for.”

“What are you doing next Thursday?”