Chapter 12: An Unexpected Twist

The lunchtime bustle swirled around us, a cacophony of clinking cutlery and murmured conversations. Amidst it all, Louis’s seemingly casual question about Molly joining me as a waitress set off a whirlwind of thoughts in my mind. Despite the numbing chill lingering from our trek through the unforgiving snow, I managed a nod of acknowledgment, but inside, my thoughts were racing with the implications of the inquiry.

As the lunch rush gradually tapered off, I found a moment of reprieve with my doll. Our brief embrace served as a subtle signal, drawing the room’s attention to us amidst the din. In that fleeting connection, amidst the chaos of the dining room, I felt a sense of solidarity.

However, amid this brief respite, Zoe’s unexpected suggestion hung in the air like a dense fog, obscuring my thoughts with uncertainty. Stepping away from the bustling activity of the dining room, we sought refuge in a quieter corner. Yet, the weight of the conversation lingered heavily, casting a shadow over the otherwise shared moment of calm.

The notion of bringing my doll to my parents’ house sparked a storm of conflicting emotions within me. As Zoe’s proposal sank in, the surreal image of arriving at my childhood home with Molly, my “slave doll,” in tow left me grappling with a mixture of disbelief and apprehension.

Standing there, overwhelmed by the whirlwind of thoughts threatening to engulf me, I couldn’t help but feel the impending complexity of my forthcoming journey home. The events of the past weeks have added another layer of complexity to my already tumultuous life arriving on the campus.

Yet, amidst the chaos, there were unexpected silver linings. Zoe had become a steadfast companion, guiding me through newfound experiences and sexual desires. And now, faced with the daunting task of explaining everything to my parents about acquiring my living doll, whom I now held dear, I couldn’t shake the uncertainty of their reaction.

As I stood there, grappling with the weight of it all, Louis’s interruption pierced my thoughts, pulling me back to the present. “Zoe talked about how I have been wrestling with that upcoming nude trip home,” she said, her words carrying a sense of urgency that demanded my attention.

Before I could fully process her statement, Louis continued with a directive that left me momentarily stunned. “Take my doll upstairs, find a comfortable dildo to push into any of her holes, and call my mother.” Her instructions hung in the air, casting a surreal shadow over the bewildering situation.

With my doll by my side, I ascended the stairs, her presence a constant reminder of the unconventional circumstances that bound us together. Her quiet gratitude for accepting me as a compliant sex doll resonated in the silence of the staircase, adding another layer of complexity to the moment.

“Thank you for accepting her,” Molly murmured as we reached the top of the stairs. “Put her in any position I like for my comfort, and nothing else matters.” Her words echoed with a sense of resignation, yet a glimmer of acceptance in her tone.

Armed with a mixture of apprehension and determination, I pressed on, uncertain of the challenges ahead but steadfast in my resolve to face them head-on. With each step, I braced myself for the uncertainties that awaited us, knowing that whatever may come, I would meet them with courage and resilience.

Inside, I placed the keys on the table where I grabbed them earlier. My attention shifted to the imposing throat-stretching dildo from earlier. My doll stood beside me, waiting for a command, now accepting that it was my sex doll.

“Clean it out and lock it in place,” I instructed Molly, my thoughts racing ahead to the inevitable conversation with my mother and family. How would I explain the intricacies of my lifestyle and the depths of my desires?

Lost in contemplation, I barely registered the passing minutes until Molly emerged. The phallic penis end of the dildo protruding from her mouth seemed to symbolize the burden of our hidden desires and the complexity of our situation. I couldn’t help but feel a mixture of discomfort and acceptance wash over me as I watched her, knowing that this was just another layer in the intricate tapestry of our unconventional relationship.

With a deep breath, I shook off my lingering doubts and focused on the tasks. I guided Molly to the nearest comfortable spot, a plush couch cousin in the corner of the room, and carefully positioned her down on her back. Despite the surrealness of the situation, I couldn’t deny the sense of purpose that drove me forward.

How would my family react to the news of me taking ownership of another human as a slave doll? Would they understand, or would I be shunned for the unconventional choices? Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined myself in this position, yet here I was, embracing the unknown with open arms.

With Molly now positioned below me with the penis pushed up inside me. I took a deep breath and reached for the phone, steeling myself for the conversation ahead. As I dialed my mother’s number, my heart raced with anticipation, unsure of what the future held but determined to face it head-on.

As the phone rang, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of trepidation creeping in. Would my mother be understanding, or would she condemn my unconventional choices? Only time would tell, but one thing: whatever lay ahead, I would face it with courage and resilience, knowing that I had Zoe by my side every step of the way and now my doll Molly.

I felt a knot in my stomach as I listened to Mom’s voice. I began by recounting everything that had transpired until Friday, mentioning that my classes were uneventful until then. However, things took a turn when I confessed to attending some of my classes on campus without clothes.

There was a long pause, and Mom’s response indicated she was apprehensive, especially after seeing me on video on Sunday, presumably in a similar state. The tension was palpable, and I fidgeted in stress on the dildo during the silence that followed.

As I hovered over the screen, hesitating to press the “accept” button, I finally gave in to the urge. Before confirming, I raised the phone above me, revealing my naked front down to the top half of my doll’s face below me. The tension was palpable, but when I saw Mom’s at ease. She remarked, “That doesn’t look like that girl Zoe you were with last Sunday.”

In response to Mom’s troubled expression, I reiterated, “Mom, I’m still trying to make sense of it myself. Just yesterday, I arrived here with Zoe, and now, the face below me belongs to the doll that used to be her older sister’s, one of the girls lost nearly two years ago at the sorority pool desk during the power outage.