This is a work of fiction and you really shouldn't try this at home. Do not read if this if it would be illegal for you to do so. Lyrics quoted are from Jethro Tull's "Pussy Willow" and are used without permission.
Bethany finished brushing her long red hair and strolled into the bedroom, her dancer's body covered only by a towel. There was nothing, she thought, like a long hot bath to make you feel really human again. Better still, she had no classes to teach today and there was nothing that had to be done. The entire day was hers to do as she pleased.
The tune she was humming ended abruptly as Bethany realized that she was not alone. Her green eyes grew large at the sight of a strange man in dark clothes, seated cross legged on her dresser. He had reddish-brown hair; his mustache and beard framed a crooked smile.
"Hello, Beth", he said.
The sound of his voice snapped Bethany out of her shock and she turned with a cry towards the doorway. Her hand reached out for the doorknob but couldn't seem to grasp it. Each attempt fell short or went too far to either side; she had the crazy impression that the doorknob was dodging her grasp. Turning her head, she realized the intruder was still seated atop his roost.
"I'll scream!", she yelled. There was a lamp on the nightstand that might serve as a weapon.
"No you won't", he said. "Why don't you come over here and say hello?"
Bethany wanted to make a grab for the lamp but her body refused to respond. It chose instead to walk to the dresser. "Hi, Dave", said her voice. "Are we going to have fun today?"
What the hell was going on?
"We sure are, Beth", he said with a grin. "Today you start your new life".
"Yay!" Her voice had an irritating, chirpy tone. "What's my new life?".
"I'm glad you asked", Dave said, sliding off the dresser. He was tall, perhaps six inches more than Bethany. "You're going to be a present for some friends of mine".
Her voice was suddenly returned to her, though she still couldn't move. "A present? I'm going to be some kind of slave?"
He stood behind her and began to stroke her hair. "No. A doll - and a very lovely one at that. Of course, that's why I chose you".
She twitched inside. "I... I'm not a doll!"
"More of an action figure, I'd say". His grin spread as he opened a drawer and placed a pink vibrator on the dresser top. "And what interesting accessories you come with".
She reddened. "How did you know?".
"Oh, I've been hanging around for days - watching you, going through your things, tip-toeing through your mind. You just haven't been able to see me". He leaned forward to whisper in her ear. "But I've been able to see you".
"I don't understand how you're doing this!"
Dave reached around her and removed the towel. "That doesn't matter; all you have to know is that you're going to be toy for a married couple. Their very own living Beth doll - beautiful, posable, lovable. You can walk..."
Bethany's body turned to face the room. Both arms dropped to her sides and each bent at a ninety degree angle. She found herself marching across the room, her arms and legs moving in the jerky fashion of a wind up doll. Of course, real dolls didn't jiggle when they moved, they didn't try to resist or worry about their nakedness. But nothing she could do seemed to have any effect on the strange hold he was exerting over her. A sudden turn sent her back towards her grinning tormentor.
"You can talk", continued Dave.
"Hi - I'm - Beth!", said her voice. "Thank - you - for - wind-ing - me - up! I - like - to - be - played - with!"
"You can laugh".
I'm a living doll, she thought, giggling. Somehow this was extremely funny. There's nothing I can do about it! It was so hysterical Bethany couldn't stop laughing and she doubled over.
Suddenly the mirth was gone and she was paralysed again.
"I could make you cry, but neither of us would enjoy that". Dave strolled behind her, placed his hand on her shoulder. Its partner found her buttocks and gave one cheek a quick squeeze before he pulled her upright. Further adjustments to her pose left Bethany with both arms held in a curve before her. Her reflection seemed to be waiting for a hug.
Bethany was still trying to fight his control, but couldn't manage to move anything except her eyes. She tried to avoid looking at herself in the mirror. If only she wasn't so exposed!
"I'm tempted to keep you for myself", he said. "But their wedding anniversary is coming up and I want get them something they can both use". He sighed. "They've already got a toaster. I don't suppose you have any idea what to get them? Go ahead and speak if you want, but quietly"
"I... I don't know, but please don't do this to me!"
"Well, it's a bit late to change my plans. The movers will be here to collect your things shortly and you need to be dressed. A quick stop so you can quit your job, perhaps an early lunch and then I'll have the whole afternoon to get you ready".
"Of course - I may be telepathic, but my friends aren't. To turn you into their perfect doll, I'll have to make some changes to your mind. But we can talk about that while I dress you".
Bethany took several steps backwards and collapsed like a rag doll onto the bed. There had to be something she could do to get out of this, but what? How could she fight someone with this kind of power? If he was a telepath, that meant that he could...
"Read your thoughts as well as change them, yes", said Dave, who was kneeling beside the bed. "Here we go - pushed it a bit too far under there". He held up a box. "But the answer is - you can't. Not unless I'm lying so you don't discover my secret weakness".
She didn't like the way he chuckled.
"To continue", he said. "You've seen what I can make you do. It would be simple to just remove your will, but that would be sloppy work and no fun for me".
Dave was sliding something up her leg - stockings? His hands wandered across her thigh.
Several moments passed in silence.
"What... what are you going to do to me?"
He finished her other leg. "You need new reflexes, new patterns of thought more suitable for a doll. I'll be giving you those this afternoon. Some of those will be immediately obvious, others will take time to appear".
Shoes came next. She couldn't see them, but Bethany was pretty sure they were high heels. "What sort of... reflexes?".
"Ones that will make both your new owners and you very happy. Do you really want me to spoil the surprises?" Dave took Bethany's hands and pulled her onto her feet, causing a blush-inducing bounce. "I bet you peeked at your Christmas presents when you were a girl".
They were high heels. "It's not a matter of wanting", she said. "I have to know what - who I'm going to end up as".
"Well, I always was a sucker for a pretty face - or was it the other way around? No matter; here's a quick preview". He traced the outline of her lips for a moment, then gently pushed his finger between them.
To her surprise, Bethany began to suck on it. Her tongue worked the underside of the finger as Dave moved it farther in. She was suddenly aware of how much she needed to do this - and how satisfying it felt. When he pulled back, she was actually disappointed.
"I told you", said Dave. He fastened a garter belt around her waist.
"Oh, shit". Her voice was almost a whisper. This wasn't possible, was it?
"That's all for now". He raised her arms over her head. "We've got a busy day ahead of us and you're not dressed yet".
She remained motionless as Dave slid a sleeveless black dress onto her. It had a plunging neckline and was slit high on the right side. A thrill ran through her as he began to smooth the dress out, arranging it over her breasts, then working his way down. That isn't me, Bethany had to remind herself. It's his doing.
The last piece of her outfit was a white ribbon around her neck. "It feels very strange", mused Dave as he tied it into a neat bow. "To let myself into a nude woman's apartment and then dress her against her will".
The doorbell rang. Bethany tried to yell, but then recalled she was only allowed - only able - to speak if she did so quietly. She tried again.
"Help", she said in a conversational tone.
"Help, indeed - must be the movers. I'll get them started; you just stand here like a good doll. No talking!".
He started to walk away, then turned back. "Let me change your pose first. We do have company, after all". The doorbell rang again.
"They would have to show up early", said Dave. When he left again, Bethany stood leaning slightly forward, hands held behind her back and her mouth formed into a surprised little "O".
She could hear the door open, and the sound of voices. After a moment, footsteps approached the bedroom.
"Okay if I start in here?", called a man's voice.
"That'll be fine. Just put the small things in boxes. Someone will be by for the clothes and whatnot later", yelled Dave.
A brown-haired man entered, carrying a stack of unassembled boxes. He was wearing a green baseball cap and coveralls. Dropping the boxes on the floor, he turned to face Bethany. The name "Steve" was embroidered over his left breast pocket.
Bethany tried to think of some way she could communicate. Blinking was the only thing that occurred to her.
.... There is more of this story ...