If you haven't read any of the Ted's Dolls stories before, you should start with Ted's Dolls 1: Jane before reading this one. Knowing what happened in Ted's Dolls 5: Tamara is also important for this part.
“Can I help you?”
Ted placed a figurine of Velma kneeling on the ground looking for her glasses on the desk between him and Derek, Editor-in-chief of The Sentinel. “What do you know about the article Tamara is working on?” He sat down.
“I'm fairly certain it has something to do with you and those dolls people are talking about.”
“Kill the story.”
“People call or confront journalists all the time demanding that a story be killed. That usually makes journalists want to dig deeper.”
“I'm not interested in being investigated. No one is getting hurt. Just drop the story.”
“You said that rather evenly and yet I sense an 'or else' is coming.”
“No. I don't need to say 'or else.'” Ted stood up and started to leave.
“Don't forget your Velma.”
“Oh, that? I was just returning your journalist.”
“Wait. What?”
“Kill the story.”
* * *
“That's Tamara?” said the woman, holding the figurine in her hand and turning it this way and that. Erin was in charge of sports for the paper.
“How ironic,” said Peter, in charge of arts and events. “He turned her into an effigy of an intelligent character who sometimes can't see what's in front of her.”
“Great, he's a poet,” said Deena. “Shouldn't we go to the Dean of Students?”
“And say what?” Derek said. “One of the students turned our reporter into a vinyl figurine because he didn't want us to investigate his magic prostitution ring.”
“That does sound insane.”
“I don't think technically there's any prostitution going on.”
“Don't start that argument again.”
“So what can we do?” Deena said.
“Kill the story. It's not like it's news any more. Everyone on campus knows about the sex dolls,” Erin said.
“But that's why we need to report the story,” Derek said.
“Maybe if we asked him nicely we could do a puff piece.”
“And who do you want to send to go ask him nicely so Ted can send them back as a Shaggy figurine?”
“Maybe Oscar,” Peter said. After an awkward pause, he added, “I'm joking of course.”
“Maybe we should ask our advisor, Dr. Nayar.”
“Same problem with going to the Dean.”
“Yeah, but Nayar teaches journalism. Maybe he'd have a different take on this.”
“He'd tell us some story about how journalism requires the willingness to make the ultimate sacrifice for a story.”
“Yeah, then he'd suggest we get a glass case for the office so we could store Tamara within it.”
“Peter,” Derek said levelly.
“He would say it.”
“I agree. He would, Derek,” Erin said.
“If we do nothing, that's the same as killing the story and sacrificing Tamara. We need to find a path that returns Tamara to the living.”
“If only we knew what Tamara would want.”
“I doubt she'd prefer to maintain her journalistic integrity and remain Velma for eternity.”
“Maybe we ask someone who knows Ted to talk to him.”
“Do we know such a person who is actually close to him? Do we have Tamara's notes?”
“She didn't turn in any notes. But I haven't checked the EIC email recently.”
The other stared at Derek expectantly. He opened his laptop.
“Here's an email from September 29: 'Did an interview with student who has been a doll. Mind state of dolls described. No insight into Ted.'
“September 23: 'Apparently wanting to be a doll is a thing. Third time a subject has said they asked to be transformed.'
“September 18: 'Found the mannequin. She's never been one of the sex dolls for hire. Ted talked her into coming to his dorm room the second night on campus to be transformed and she went willingly.'
“That's it.”
“Next staff meeting we need to talk about sending in better notes.”
“Great takeaway.”
* * *
Jane got into Ted's car.
“So they approached you?” He pulled out of the parking lot and drove off campus.
“Just like you said they would,” she said. “How did you know?”
“I planted a bug in their office.”
“So what did you do to the reporter?”
“She wanted to know about my business. So I offered a fly-on-the-wall view of it. I turned her into an object in the room most people didn't really notice.”
“She consented to that?”
“Not specifically.”
“Ted!”
“She's fine. She'll turn back to normal without my intervention around five tomorrow morning.”
“So you know what they said to me.”
“Yes, they will kill the original story. If I want I can send them a different story that they will either publish unchanged or not publish it. In exchange they are hoping to get Tamara back.”
“So you're getting what you wanted.”
“That was the plan,” Ted said, as they arrived at The Bluebelle Boutique. They got out of the car and went inside.
“Ah, my favorite mannequin arrives,” said the manager of the store.
“Hi, Melanie. How do you want me to pose?” Jane said.
“First change into this outfit so I don't have to dress you.”
“Aw, but that's part of the fun of being a mannequin.”
* * *
Ted knocked on the door to the Eta Delta Tau sorority house.
“Ah, the infamous Ted. Hi, I'm Paris Chaplain, chapter president. We spoke earlier. Please come in.”
“Is the room staged as I described?”
“Completely. We have ten pledges for you to do your thing to for tonight's party. Is the price negotiable?”
“No. Two of your sisters will return to my dorm with me where I will make use of them. Every three hours starting at nine tonight, you will send another sister to my dorm room. I will make use of the sisters as I see fit, for no more than six hours each and then send them back to you.”
“That is a hard bargain but we have accepted your deal.”
“Excellent. Let me check out the room.”
The room was a study hall with all the desks pushed up against one wall. The opposite side of the room is hidden by a portable room partition. There was one table with a chair behind it for Ted if he wished to sit.
“You will have the pledges disrobe and then put a heavy cloak over them with a hood covering their faces. Blindfold them. Send them in one at a time and tell them not to remove their hoods. They should follow my instructions. I will call you when I have transformed them so you can send the next one in.”
“Whenever you are ready.”
She left. The first pledge shuffled into the room. He could not really tell what she looked like and that was the idea. “You can stop. Just stand right there,” he said flatly. “Do you consent to be used as a sex doll this weekend?”
“Yes.”
“I'm going to lead you to a spot so don't be startled.” After he helped the pledge walk to a spot behind the partition, he counted down. “3... 2... 1...”
He then returned to the table and called out, “Next!”
After processing the next five pledges, the seventh pledge nervously replied, “No.”
“You don't consent.”
“No, I don't want to be used for sex, Sir.”
He laughed. “You don't have to call me Sir. I'm still going to turn you into a doll. But not a sex doll. Don't worry. The sisters will not know it is specifically you not participating.”
“Oh, thank you. Thank you.”
“Don't mention it. Really, don't. Or they'll know you did not do what all the other pledges did. Now I'm going to lead you somewhere so don't be startled.”
He moved her behind the partition but she stood separately from the other pledges. “3... 2... 1...”
After he finished with the other pledges, he went to the one who refused to participate and picked up the small figurine on the floor where she had been standing. He put it into his pocket. Then he removed the cloaks and blindfolds from the dolls and piled them on the table.
He left the room and called the sisters in. Behind the partition, the sisters found nine identical anonymous sex dolls.
“How are we to tell them apart?”
“You can't.”
“What happened to one of them? There's only nine here.”
“She did not consent. So I removed her.”
“Then she won't be able to pledge.”
“If you can figure which one is missing, that's your prerogative. Do not touch the robes or I will not restore them. Now, I'd like Whitney and Paris to accompany me back to the dorm. You can decide among yourselves who will come at nine and twelve, etc.”
* * *
“So this is the room where you rent your dolls,” Paris said.
“Yep. 3... 2... 1...”
“What?”
“That's all it takes?” Whitney said. Before her eyes, Paris' body froze in place and was slowly turning into plastic. “That's it?”
“That's it.”
“And you're going to do that to me, too?”
“Yes.”
“And then fuck me.”
“No. Do you know Burke Rivers?”
“He's going to...”
“He asked for you specifically,” He handed her a crate. “Remove your clothes and put them in this crate.”
“Right here.”
“Yes. I said I wasn't fucking you. Not that I wouldn't get a little show.”
Reluctantly, she stripped. She was standing awkwardly afterward.
“Now remove all of Paris' clothes and put them in this other crate.”
She efficiently removed the clothes from the almost fully transformed doll.
“Great. Just put the crate here on the shelf and then stand over there again.”
When she stood where indicated, she covered herself with her arms.
“Arms down. That's it. 3... 2... 1...”
Ted took out his phone and called Burke. “Yes, she here now. Come and get her.”
When he arrived he was surprise that Whitney was standing in the middle of the room naked. “She looks like herself.”
“Who else was she going to look like? You have three hours with her to yourself. So take her back to your room and have fun.”
“No bag?”
“Doesn't need it. Just carry her out.”
When he was gone, he transformed Paris back to normal.
“That's it?” She said.
“No, I just didn't want you interfering with sending Whitney away. Kneel down over here.”
“What?”
“You're going to blow me.”
“I am not.”
“You agreed to come to my dorm room where I would get to make use of you. So open wide.”
“That meant you would turn us into dolls and...”
“Nowhere is the word doll in that part of the agreement.” Her jaw dropped open and he continued, “Yes, like that but kneeling here.”
“Whom do you think you are talking to?”
“A college senior with an elevated sense of self. You can get dressed and leave if you want to explain to the Dean of Students why all ten of your pledges somehow disappeared. Or you can kneel here and blow me.”
Slowly, she sank to her knees in front of him.
“Do I have to give you step by step instructions?”
“No!” she said. She reached out and undid his belt, button, and zipper. She pulled his pants down and was greeted by his already rising cock. “It is disappointingly long.”
“Sorry.” He handed her a box. “You might want to insert this.” It was a Bluetooth enabled vibrator.
“Seriously?”
“I'm told it makes being a doll much better.”
“Fine.” She removed the bullet from the pack.
“Hand me the card with the pairing instructions.”
Soon it was inserted and her hands took hold of him. She licked him once from stem to tip. She shuddered as the vibrator pulsed once. He placed a hand on her shoulder and with the other hand pulsed her vibrator as she reached certain points on his penis with her tongue. Relatively quickly he found himself ready to burst. At that point he grabbed her head and pushed himself deep into her throat. She made a muffled noise before relaxing. He held her with her face flat against his abdomen. Quickly she found it hard to breathe and as she started to panic. He said, “3... 2... 1...”
He pulled back and came in its mouth. He wiped himself off on its arm. Then started rummaging through her crate. When he was sure she was aware again, he showed the doll her panties. Then he used them to wipe the inside of its mouth. He made sure the doll could see as he dropped the panties back into the crate.
He took the phone app and turned up the vibrator and set it to pulse every fifteen seconds. He figured the doll would enter its bliss state in a few minutes.
Later, he was studying when Burke returned with the Whitney doll. “Thanks a lot Ted, I owe you one.”
“I think you owe me three or four.”
“Perhaps. Why aren't you fucking Paris?”
“I did. I have homework to get done in between.”
He left. Ted returned Whitney to human form, still naked. “You can grab your crate and get dressed in the bathroom.”
“Oh, thank you.” She rush into the bathroom. When she came out, she said, “I have to admit. That's wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Burke made me blackout a few times.”
“The dolls call that blissing. He's a nice guy. And he's very sweet on you. You can head back to the sorority house. Send the next victim to me.”
“What about Paris?” She said, pointing to the doll sitting on the sofa with its legs in the air and three fingers in its front hole.
“Not done with her.”
Soon the next sister arrived and he turned her into a doll and sent her off on a prearranged free rental. Ted returned Paris to human form.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she cried out. Her fingers started playing with her vagina before she realized there was a camera flash. “Don't you dare!”
“Oh, relax. I'm not going to do anything with the image except send it to you. You are very beautiful when you orgasm.”
“That was-- I-- You've broken me.”
“Broken you?”
“Turn me back. The vibrator sent me into this weird orgasmic state that was beyond ecstasy. I want it back.”
“You are free to leave.”
“I'd rather be your fuck doll for as long as you'll have me.”
“If you insist.”
* * *
False dawn light filled the room behind Ted as he opened the recently knocked door. Tamara stood outside. “I see you're feeling like your old self again.”
She stepped in. “You bastard. They killed the story.”
“And you're breathing. A fair trade.”
“I--” she was taken aback by seeing Paris Hutchins, president of Eta Delta Tau, standing facing a wall, naked, one leg up against the wall so she could stick a couple fingers in both of her holes. She was a doll. “You don't see that every day.”
“No pictures.”
Tamara shook her head, “You owe me an apology.”
“I do?”
“I missed a couple classes because of you.”
“You came into my room all sweet and pleasant while planning to do a hatchet job on me and I'm supposed to apologize.”
“It wasn't a hatchet job.”
“It was against my wishes. Still is. You'd look good next to Paris there.”
A mix of fury and fear and something else played across her face.
He laughed. “I know you want to be a doll.”
“I-- I--”
“Admit it to yourself at least.” He sat down in his desk chair and pointed to the sofa.
She sat down.
“Off the record,” he said and waited until she nodded. “You asked where I got my abilities. And I sill won't tell you. But you never really asked what my abilities were. Obviously, I can turn people into objects. Some transformations are easier than others. But the result has to be an inanimate object. The less human-sized or -shaped the object, the more of my energy it takes. When I first acquired these abilities it would wipe me out for the rest of the day to do a single transformation. But with practice and repetition, I can transform many people in a short period of time.” He pointed the Paris doll. “That doll's sorority hired me to transform ten pledges last night and I was still able to have some fun with some of the sisters. And I was awake all night waiting for you to come back.
“Ya see, I have a second power. I can tell whether someone would enjoy becoming a doll. And my third power attracts these people to me. I didn't tell Jane she would enjoy being a doll because I merely hoped she would enjoy it. I knew as soon as I met her that she would enjoy it.
“I knew Tanya was in the building that first day. That's why the door to my room was open. So she would see the Jane doll.
“Gillian was sitting at a table nearby when Jane was telling Emily about her first time. It took a lot of willpower to wait for Gillian to come to me because she wanted it more than most do.
“I knew Emily would come by eventually but would be turned off by the lousy sex most renters provide. So I made sure I had a good renter for her.
“And so on. Paris is almost as into it as Gillian. Two of the sorority pledges will probably seek me out this week if they can find the time. Whitney Luinsky will probably be back as well.
“And there's you. You suggested this assignment to Derek. You tried to track down as many of the dolls as you could because you wanted to believe it wasn't real. Because you want to be a doll. Saying you would look good next to Paris wasn't a threat. It was an invitation. An invitation you worry you'll be too weak not to accept.”
Tamara was staring at the naked doll nearly standing above her. She ran her finger along the curved lines of the leg. “I can't. I promised my Mama I'd graduate with honors. I can't spend time... like that.”
“Then I suggest you leave and not come back. Because you want it. I can sense it. And I apologize for tempting you. But morality is not my strong suit. If you ask, I won't defend you from your own desires. I'll turn you into a doll without a second thought.”
She stood up and left without a word, without looking back.
Ted shook his head. “She'll be back,” he said to the doll, though he knew the doll was blissfully unaware of what had just transpired.