Dolly Transformation (unfinished story)
You wake up to find yourself changed into a girl and being forced to obey Mistress Laurie! A story I found under an anonymous author in an interactive story website.
Dolly Transformation (unfinished story)
You wake up to find yourself changed into a girl and being forced to obey Mistress Laurie! A story I found under an anonymous author in an interactive story website.
You wake up from a horrible dream. Exploding multiverses, people turning into people of a diffent gender... when will all these nightmares finally stop to harass you? At least it is over - for now.
You are lying awake in your bed, trying to calm down from the dream. Suddenly you realise that there is something furry lying next to you in the bed. You turn your head and see... your long, blonde hair! You get up and scream even louder as you realize that whoever you are sleeps in a seductive night gown! After a minute of freaking out, you feel yourself start to walk toward the walk-in closet. It's like someone else is controlling your movements.
You let the nightgown drop to the floor in a puddle of red silk. Your hands reach out and pick up some black silk stockings and a garter belt. You feel a thrill as you sensually slide them up your milky thighs. Your long red nails adjust the garter belt, then reach out languidly toward the soft leather corset.
As the corset is wrapped around your waist, you can feel it tightening on its own. What's happening? Why can't you stop? Who or what is making you do these things? You can feel the corset squeezing the breath out of you, and forming skin-tight across your chest. It makes your cleavage even more buxom. You then feel compelled to walk to the back wall of the closet, where there are hundreds of pairs of sexy high-heeled shoes. You fight harder, but all it seems to do is slow your movements a little. You watch as your body (when did you start thinking of it as YOUR body?) picks out a pair of soft leather boots and slides your feet into them, zipping them all the way up to your thighs. The boots seem to have a six inch heel... you don't think you'll ever be able to walk in them. But walk you do... over to the other wall that is covered in all sorts of clothes. You can see that the really trampy clothes are on the left, so you try to fight going that way. It seems like you're fighting your way through some thick liquid, but you're able to grab something from around the middle of the rack... and you know that if you hadn't resisted, you would have gone over to the trashiest outfits on the far left. You find yourself clutching an electric-blue maid's uniform.
As you slide it on over your head, you feel some odd pulling on your scalp. It seems to fit perfectly. But when did you put a choker on? And where is your hair?
You walk out into the bedroom, and over to the floor-length oval mirror.
It is there you notice the other changes.
Your hair is now brown, fixed in an elaborate braid. You are wearing a choker with a glowing blue sapphire. Your long nails are now painted a blue to match your uniform. The boots have changed to Oxford-style ankle boots, also blue. Your face is made up to look like an Ice Princess, all in shades of blue.
You feel yourself turn and walk to the door leading out of the bedroom...
"You will stop right there . . . now," calls a female voice.
You stop in your tracks, magically compelled to obey the voice.
From a side doorway on your right, a beautiful blonde woman in her mid-20s walks out. She is wearing black fishnet stockings, a black leather miniskirt with tanktop, and stiletto boots. Her eyes are as blue as the sapphire on your dainty little choker. Her lips seem to offer the promise of fantasy beyond your wildest dreams.
As the woman examines you, you are unable to move. She runs her hand through your hair and from your neckline down to your waist. She grasps your short blue French maid skirt and seems to revel in the feel of the ruffly petticoats.
The woman lifts up your petticoats and touches your frilly little French maid briefs. She runs her hands down your black fishnet stockings. You are still unable to move, but internally a shiver runs through you as she gently brushes her lovely hands over your sexy body.
Finally, the woman steps away, and says, "Okay, you can move again . . . now."
You find that you are once again able to move of your own free will.
"Who are you?" you ask, your breathy, feminine voice trembly slightly.
"I am Mistress Laurie," the woman replies in a calm voice. "I have been searching for one who would be ideal for me to cast my transformation spell. I sensed that you would be perfect."
"Perfect? But why this? Why me?" you ask.
"Because," Mistress Laurie answers, "I have decided that you would make the perfect doll for me to dress up and play with."
Her reply leaves you stunned for a moment. You look for a way out of the room, but all the doors mysteriously slam shut and lock tight by themselves. Mistress Laurie, it seems, wields considerable skill in manipulating magic.
Mistress Laurie looks at you and says, "You will not try to escape. You will stand there and listen to me . . . now."
Upon hearing Mistress Laurie's command, you find that you can still move freely... as long as you do not attempt to escape. You want to run, but your body does not permit you to do so.
"Curtsey for me . . . now," Mistress Laurie orders. Against your will, your hands grab the sides of your blue French maid skirt and petticoats, and you perform a perfect little curtsey. Mistress Laurie, all of a sudden, appears overjoyed.
"I've found you, at last!" she cries out. "I've found the perfect doll to play with!"
"Yes, mistress," you say in your breathy, feminine voice, much to your surprise. At this point, you can only feel horrified. You've apparently lost all control of your body. The compulsion to obey Mistress Laurie's every command gives you no choice but to do as she wishes.
"Hmmm," Mistress Laurie says, looking at you thoughtfully. "You need a name, little dolly."
"Let's see," Mistress Laurie thinks aloud. "What to name you? What to name you?" She paces back and forth. You can't help but admire her legs as she walks.
"Hmmm . . . Laura? No. Karen? Too plain. Maria? Pretty, but . . . ."
Suddenly, she stops in her tracks.
"I know!" She cries out. "You will be 'Melissa!' I will call you 'Missy' for short!"
You feel a wave of embarrassment come over you at the thought of being given such an unmistakly feminine name. You already feel ridiculous enough just wearing a French maid dress. Thanks to the transformation spell, however, your dress, stockings, briefs, and heels all fit your new female form to perfection.
Mistress Laurie approaches you and looks you right in the eye. You continue listening to her, unable to do much else.
"Missy, my dear," she says, with a grin slowly forming across her face, "it's time to have some fun."
"Yes, mistress," you reply in an alluring tone. However, you then add, "What, no! This is insane! You can't do this to me!"
Mistress Laurie gives you a displeased look. "Tell me I can do whatever I want to you," she orders you.
Again, Mistress Laurie's words are too powerful for you to fight. "You can do whatever you want to me," you say.
Mistress Laurie orders you to go to the maid's quarters. Obediently (as if you have a choice), you saunter to the maid's quarters. You notice that your hips have a pronounced wiggle as you walk around in your high heels and short maid's dress.
You enter the maid's quarters and shut the door behind you. You hear a "click" as the door locks behind you all by itself. You discover that you are once again able to move of your own free will.
"Thank goodness," you think to yourself. You breathe a sigh of relief, but know that it won't be long before Mistress Laurie turns her attention back to you. Perhaps it would be best to enjoy this interlude while it lasts.
You discover a kitchen and a small refrigerator stocked with water bottles, some lunchmeat, bread, mustard, and cheese. After pulling these items out, you fix yourself a sandwich.
After your meal, you walk toward a large bed in the next room. The bed has pink covers and fluffy pink pillows with white lace. You roll your eyes and say to yourself, "How did I get into this insane fairy tale world?"
Carefully straightening your skirt and petticoats, you sit down on the edge of the bed. You start to feel sleepy. "Must stay awake . . . no telling what'll happen next . . . ."
You slump over and fall asleep.
The next morning, you wake up and find that your clothes have changed. The French maid dress is gone, but the attire you're now wearing is equally slutty. You have on a black halter top with hints of plaid on the sleeves, a red plaid pleated skirt, and black thigh-high stockings with a lacy pattern. There is a black purse hanging from your shoulder.
Mistress Laurie walks in, smiling. She is wearing a yellow dress that looks like something from June Cleaver's closet. The skirt of her dress is fluffed up from the layers of petticoats underneath. When she sees you awake, she exclaims, "My magic worked!"
"Mistress Laurie, what is this for?" you ask, gesturing to your outfit.
"I'm experimenting with my new abilities," Mistress Laurie replies.
"New abilities?" you think. That doesn't sound like good news.
"Here, I'll show you," Mistress Laurie says. "Take the pocket mirror out of your purse." You comply with her request, opening a small compact. You can see your brunette image in the mirror. In your mind, you still think much like a male, and you probably would have a hard-on from looking at your reflection if you still had . . . .
Mistress Laurie's words interrupt your thoughts. "You are now a blonde," she says, motioning at you with her right hand.
You look in the mirror again. "Whoa," you manage to say, startled. Your brown hair has changed color. Mistress Laurie has changed your hair to blonde!
"That's not all," Mistress Laurie says. "Watch this." She motions at you again. "I command Britney Spears to appear in front of that window!" she says, pointing off to your right.
Suddenly, Britney Spears materializes. She's dressed in daisy dukes with a white tank top and high heels.
"What the . . . ." Britney says. Her mouth and eyes are open wide with shock.
Mistress Laurie laughs and says, "Britney Spears will freeze right where she stands. When I send her back to where she came from, she won't remember being here, and no one other than Missy and I will know that she was ever transported here."
With those words, Britney froze as still as a statue.
"There is now a calico housecat on the floor," Mistress Laurie continues. You hear purring and see a cat rubbing against the legs of the now-frozen Britney Spears.
You look at these events in awe. Mistress Laurie really HAS developed some new abilities. Fear builds up inside of you. What will she do now?
"With my new powers," Mistress Laurie says, looking at you with sparkling eyes, "I can do anything. Absolutely anything. I can alter reality however I want with just a few words. Now we can have some REAL fun!"
Mistress Laurie begins to give a series of commands. "Britney Spears will now unfreeze. Missy, you and Britney will kiss one another on the lips very passionately."
You feel yourself slowly walk toward Britney Spears, your body moving sensuously. Britney also is moving sensuously, but you detect a certain amount of fear in her eyes. Part of you is saying to yourself, "Oh my God, yes! I'm going to make out with Britney Spears!" Another part of you is saying, "Somehow I've got to break loose of Mistress Laurie's control!"
Britney wraps her arms around your now-petite waist. Her embrace feels like heaven. Both of you feel unbelievably soft and sexy.
Mistress Laurie clearly is turned on by watching you two girls. She reaches under her fluffy petticoats to feel herself. "Mmm," she moans.
You feel Britney reach under your plaid skirt to put her hand in your black lacy panties. You, in turn, unzip the front of Britney's daisy duke shorts and marvel at the feel of Britney's pussy. The feeling you have right now is . . . unbelievable.
After several moments of the best kissing you've ever experienced, Mistress Laurie says, "Okay, the two of you are no longer kissing."
Britney Spears shoves you away in disgust. "Ugh! What am I doing? Get away from me, you lesbo tramp!"
"It's not me!" you retort. "She's the perverted bitch who made us kiss!" you cry, pointing to Mistress Laurie.
Mistress Laurie glares at you and at Britney. "Both of you will sincerely apologize for insulting me right this second!"
You and Britney find yourselves apologizing to Mistress Laurie. Even though you know you shouldn't feel guilty about what you said, Mistress Laurie's spell causes you to feel that you must apologize for calling her a nasty name.
After you and Britney are done with your forced apologies, Mistress Laurie says, "Pretty young ladies are not allowed to use curse words here in my home." You try to curse at Mistress Laurie again, but find that you are now unable to.
Mistress Laurie reaches over to a table behind her and opens a book containing various pictures of very beautiful women. She turns to a page containing photos of ballerinas in a variety of costumes. She smiles at one photo in particular.
"Britney and Missy are each wearing a ballerina costume identical to the one in the photograph I'm looking at," Mistress Laurie says.
With those words, you and Britney watch as your clothes transform. Your stockings and heels change into a pair of light pink ballet slippers and pink tights. Your plaid skirt and white blouse change into a light blue ballerina costume with purple polka dots. Your short tutu skirt is laced with pink taffeta. Your costume has short, white puff sleeves. Just below the V-neck of your costume is a large pink bow. A similar looking pink bow appears on the back of your head.
You look down at your new clothes, stunned. Your skirt stands erect, which seems sort of odd to you not having worn a tutu before. You are somewhat nervous, wondering what Mistress Laurie will do to you next. At the same time, being dressed in such feminine attire is a turn-on for you.
You glance over at Britney, who is now wearing the exact same outfit as you. She is staring at her new clothes in disbelief.
Mistress Laurie begins to give more commands. "Britney and Missy, you will both dance as gracefully as any of the world's finest ballerinas." She begins to describe a series of dance moves for you and Britney to perform. When she's done, you feel your body lift up on the toes of your ballet slippers. Your performance begins.
You and Britney give a performance that would impress even the world's most skilled prima ballerinas. As you pirouette and gracefully move across the floor, your tutu skirt bounces up and down. You occasionally catch flashes of Britney's panties underneath her tutu as she dances.
When you and Britney finally stop dancing, Mistress Laurie breaks into applause. "Bravo!" she cries. "I will now throw each of you a bouquet of red roses, and you each will curtsey and then pick up your bouquet and walk over to me."
You and Britney smile and curtsey prettily. You wonder how much your butt is exposed when you bend over in the tutu skirt. The thought of someone looking up your skirt that way oddly intrigues you, but you attempt to hide that fact from Mistress Laurie. You don't want to give Mistress Laurie any motivation to leave you as her playtoy forever.
You and Britney each pick up a bouquet, then approach Mistress Laurie. She gives you a hug and reaches under your skirt to grab your butt. "Whoa," you say in your sweet alto voice, but Mistress Lauries just smiles and says, "You enjoyed that, didn't you, Missy?" And with that, you can't help enjoying the experience even though you know you should feel shocked.
Mistress Laurie moves over toward Britney, but Britney backs away. "Stay away from me," she says threateningly.
Mistress Laurie grins sarcastically and says, "Why, Britney, my dear, you WANT me to hug you and touch your cute little butt. Your only choice is to obey my commands."
With those words, Britney moves toward Mistress Laurie, her facial expression changing from fear and anger to a look of anticipation and desire. Mistress Laurie embraces her and pushes against the stiff taffeta material of her tutu skirt to reach her pink panty-covered ass.
Mistress Laurie releases her grip on Britney's ass. "Okay, Britney, you and Missy may go back to Missy's quarters. You will wait there until given further instructions by either me or Christina."
"Christina?" you wonder. "Who is that?"
You and Britney, still wearing your tutus, turn mechanically and walk to your quarters. Once you are both in your quarters, the door shuts behind you automatically. You both regain the ability to move of your own free will.
"No!" Britney shouts. "I've got to get out of here!" She turns toward the door and grasps the knob. You are surprised to see that the door opens. She takes a step out of the room . . . and promptly loses control again. Her body, controlled by Mistress Laurie's magic, turns around and goes back into the room. The door once again shuts itself, only this time you hear a "click."
As soon as the door locks, Britney regains her freedom of movement. She falls to her knees and pounds the floor in frustration. You bend down next to her to try to comfort her. "It'll be all right," you tell Britney, not sure of what to say.
Britney does not make eye contact with you. Looking down at the floor, she says wearily, "This has to be a bad dream. This can't be real. I'm just tired from doing so much touring, and I'm having a bad dream. That's all this is."
"Maybe you're right," you tell her encouragingly, even though you are about 99% certain that this is no dream.
A voice in the hallway interrupts your conversation. The voice is not one you recognize, but you can tell that it is a young woman.
"Yoo hoo, Missy and Britney? Are you in there, my little sweethearts?" the voice calls, sounding like some sort of a young ditzy girl.
The door opens, and in walks a woman, roughly in her early 20s, with long blonde hair put up into pony tails. She is wearing a pink dress with a very short skirt and puff sleeves. The skirt of her dress is "poufed up" by a petticoat underneath. The dress is a slutty, adult version of something a little girl about age 4 or 5 might wear. The woman's feet are perched on a pair of white high heels.
You and Britney rise slowly to your feet. The ditzy woman prances up to the two of you with a very dainty movement of her feet and legs. She kisses each of you on the cheek before you can protest.
"Oh, my little dears!" she cries happily in an alto voice as sexy as your own, although her tone is different from yours in that she sounds more like a stereotypical dumb blonde. "We will have such fun together! I've always wanted dollies like you!"
"By the way," she adds, "allow me to introduce myself. I'm Christina." She grabs each edge of her skirt with her hands and performs a little curtsey.
"Please let us go," Britney pleads. "I'm one of the richest pop stars in the world. I can give you as much money as you want if you let us go."
Christina giggles. "Money? Borrrrrrring! Now, Missy and Britney, repeat after me: Magic is better than money."
"Magic is better than money," you and Britney simultaneously drone. Christina obviously has the same abilities as Mistress Laurie. Great.
"I'm glad you both agree!" Christina beamed. "Now, let's change you out of your tutus for now. The three of us are now in my dollie dress-up room!"
Instantaneously, you and Britney find yourselves in a room with pink walls, a pink bed with pink pillows edged with white lace, a white dresser drawer with pink knobs, and a white makeup table with two chairs. Toys are scattered on various shelves around the room. It is as if you have entered a young girl's bedroom . . . and yet, Christina physically appears to be a full-grown woman!
"My sweet little dollies," Christina says, giving you both a hug as you look around in shock at your new surroundings.
"Please," Britney begs. "Don't do this to us."
Christina smirks. "Oh, my, Britney," she says, a wicked grin on her face. "We can't have you acting like this. Both you and Missy WANT to be my pretty dollies. Both of you WANT to be played with. Both of you WANT to obey me. However, you both will always remember who you really are and how you came to be here."
The urge to be Christina's toy doll seizes both you and Britney. There is nothing more in the world you two girls want to do than to let Christina play with you. The two of you look longingly at Christina, hardly being able to wait to see what she plans to do. Then, for a moment, you both snap out of it.
"This isn't really what I want," you say with some uncertainty in your voice. "I know this."
"I don't really want any of this," Britney agrees with you, sounding equally uncertain. "But I can't help wanting to stay here and be dressed up! Please, Christina, I want to be played with!"
"Please, Christina, put me in pretty doll dresses!" you cry.
Christina giggles and claps her hands. "Now that's more like it, ladies!"
You watch as Christina's slim figure turns toward her closet and dresser drawers to put together outfits for you and Britney to wear. When she twirls, you catch a glimpse of her white thong panties.
What outfits will you and Britney be forced to wear?
She points at you, and your clothes begin to move around on their own. Your stockings slither up higher, your skirt turns bright pink, and layers of frothy petticoats appear underneath. Your top changes to a bright pink, and your sleeves contract, and form poofy little spheres around your shoulders. You look down and see massive cleavage as the new dress pushes up your bust, and you almost fall over as your shoes become 6 inch pink platforms. You turn and look at Britney, and you are both in pink dolly dresses, with your hair in pig tails, and your both of your skirts are so short that they barely cover the tops of your legs. Underneath, you can feel ruffles on your butt from your new underwear, and as you hesitantly take a step, you feel the swishy petticoat float around you, caressing your upper thighs. Britney goes from panic to pleasure, as do you.
It's Christina's spell! She made it so you enjoy being treated like her dolls! You and Britney uncontrollably giggle like little girls, and Christina joins in.
"That's my dollies!" she says. She runs up and grabs you both, pulling you in tight. She grabs each of your ruffled little bottoms, and rubs her breasts against yours. "So soft and sweet!" she says, "So, what do I want to play?" she has a devilish smile on her sweet face, and yet despite the fact that you're trapped, and forced to be her slave... you only feel anticipation at what she will do to you next.
"Would my dollies like to play 'hide and seek?'" Christina asks gleefully.
No way, some part of you says deep down. The words that come out of your mouth, however, are "Oh, yes, mistress! Britney and I love that game!"
"Okay, you dollies go hide, and I will look for you!" Christina giggles. She covers her eyes and starts counting aloud slowly. "One . . . two . . . three . . . ."
You and Britney sprint out of the room, trying not to giggle too loudly so Christina can't follow the sound of your girlish voices. Searching frantically, Britney points to a door way down at the very end of the hall. "Let's hide in there!" she whispers to you.
You nod in agreement, then nearly let out a yelp as Britney grabs your hand and pulls you along behind her. With your petticoats rustling and your shoes clacking on the hardwood floor, you wonder how in the world Christina would not be able to find the two of you very easily.
Opening the door, you and Britney find that behind it is yet another closet. How many frickin' closets does this place have?, you wonder.
Upon walking through the doorway, you are amazed to find that this closet is actually bigger than the one you just left. All sorts of girlish attire are displayed on hangars all around. Hurriedly, you and Britney close the door behind you, then start searching for a hiding place.
"Hey!" Britney whispers hoarsely. "There's a ladder here!"
Sure enough, there is a ladder located behind a set of ballerina costumes. Pushing some of the costumes aside, Britney makes enough room for the two of you to climb up. She goes first, with you following close behind. Looking at the door with concern, you hope Mistress Christina doesn't think to come in here. You realize, though, that she's not likely to leave this place unchecked.
Looking up, you see Britney scampering quickly to the top. From this angle, you have a fantastic view of the frilly panties underneath her dress. A wave of excitement rushes through you as you watch her pettis bounce playfully with every movement of her stocking-covered legs. For a moment, all that matters is this beautiful view you get to enjoy.
She stares down at you, noticing that you've slowed your pace. "Get up here quick!" she hisses.
"I'm coming!" you hiss back, feeling your pettis bounce delightfully as you resume your climb.
At the top, you find yourself in a room filled with even more womens' sexy outfits. In one corner, there are a number of dresses and petticoats very similar to the ones you and Britney are now wearing.
"Maybe we should hide there," you suggest to Britney.
She shrugs and says, "I don't see a better spot. With our dolly dresses on, we should blend in . . . I hope!"
You and Britney make space for yourselves behind the frilly dresses. Fortunately, there are enough girlish outfits in front of you that your blonde hair can't be seen by anyone not taking a closer look. You move a couple of white cardboard boxes over to cover your legs from view.
Pressing your backs to the wall, you and Britney feel a surge of giddiness inside of you. The magic spell again forces the two of you to giggle like silly little girls. You each squeeze closer together, your skirts and pettis pushing against each other.
Peering past the puffy shoulders of one lavender dress, Britney sees no movement in the room. She can't hear any sign of Christina on the floor below.
As you watch Britney, your eyes move down from her pigtails to the back of her dress. Her pettis are being pushed up enough from the front that you can clearly see the rows of lace adorning her cute little panties. Oh, how you would love to touch them! But should you?
You can't resist, you reach out and feel under Britney's skirt, and touch her nylon-encased leg. She gasps, and turns around sharply, and gives you a look. But after about a second, you both smile and giggle and she playfully grabs your skirt, lifting it up, exposing your legs and underwear. You gaps and grab your petticoats back, giggling still like a schoolgirl. But now you have to get her back. You smile wickedly and grab her boobs through the dress, and she gasps loudly, and then smiles wickedly back at you. She pulls you close suddenly, and in the enclosed space full of silky girliness, you and Britney kiss again, your skirts pressed together, your smooth legs slipping together, both of you smiling like a pair of braindead bimbo's. After a moment, she pulls back, and you two giggle at your naughtiness.
"Ah ha!" says a voice suddenly, and your cover is pulled away. There is Christina, holding the racks of girly dresses aside and looking at you two, caught in a giddy embrace. "Are my dollies playing with each other?"
"I couldn't help it," said Britney. "Missy here just looks so cute..." She stopped and frowned a moment, remembering briefly who she was.
"My dollies like to play with each other," said Christina, and suddenly Britney's look of confusion vanished. "But not toooo much... You have to be good little dollies. Okay, now you two are it, and you have to find me! Start counting!"
You and Britney both turn around and start counting slowly, just like you did in kindergarten. You hear Christina running away in her own platforms, and climb down the ladder. You both get to twenty, and turn around, almost robotically.
"Where do you think she's hiding?" you ask Britney.
"I don't know... but maybe this is our chance to escape..." she says, slowly, and getting a confusing frown on her face again. You get one as well, the thought of escaping seems to be a foreign one to you both. Part of you wants to escape so badly that your mind screams it, but the rest of you, the part under the spell and under control, tells you to go find Christina, because those are the rules.
"Maybe she's hiding in her bedroom!" you say suddenly, and Britney brightens up.
"Yeah! Let's go look there!" You giggle and start climbing down the ladder. Britney goes first, and you can see her cleavage exposed by the low neckline of the dolly dress, and she looks up, now able to see up your dress and petticoats. Your new body pulses, and the adrenaline and giddyness aren't helping you control yourself. But you have to find Christina. Those are the rules.
Britney is ahead of you, running and giggling as she heads for Christina's room. It's a huge, bright pink room full of stuffed animals, ballerina posters, pink furniture, and dolls. Lots and lots of dolls. Some are your typical Barbie doll, but there are also rag dolls, china dolls, and you wonder if this is where you'll wind up next.
You see there to find her bending over, peering under the huge, four-post bed. You can see her underwear, and a little bit of wetness. She stands up and turns around to meet you.
"She's not under the bed!" says Britney, giggling.
"Okay... I'll check the closet, you go check those curtains!" you say. You giggle again as you step daintily up to the closet and after a moment, throw open the doors. Instantly you spot Christina, and she grabs your arm and pulls you inside. The door slams shut after you.
"You found me, dolly... you're good at hide and seek. Now you get a reward," says Christina, who pulls you into a kiss. Your eyes roll back and close as you are overcome by what Christina is doing to you. You can barely move your limbs until suddenly you feel Christina's hand reach up under your petti's and grab you, making you squal in surprise and pleasure. After a moment, she lets go, and pushes the closet doors open again.
"Missy found me, Britney!" says Christina. You emerge from the closet flushed, and feeling very aroused, but all you can do is smile and, still, giggle like a little girl. What else could possibly happen?
Christina steps out of the closet behind you, and pulls you over to her great big fluffy bed. Britney giggles and climbs up onto the bed as well. She has picked up a little pink teddy bear and is holding it tightly to her chest. There is a sweet, childlike smile on Christina's face. She's obviously so happy to have you and Britney here. All thought of escaping seems to melt away as you look at her sweet innocent face.
Suddenly, you hear a voice. "Girls?" All three of you turn to look and see Mistress Laurie entering the room. She's wearing an amazing red gown that shows off her slim waist and large breasts. The poofy skirt flowers away from her waist all around, and she wears elbow-length red satin gloves. Her hair is done up elaborately on top of her head where a tiara rests, glittering in the light. Christina beams.
"Mistress!" she shouts, and jumps off the bed. She runs up to Laurie and embraces her.
"Have you been good little girls?" she asks, smiling warmly.
"Yes, mistress," all three of you say, in harmony. She looks over you and Britney, and you realize she's checking both of you out! You also find yourself unable to look away from her. You are completely transfixed on her.
"Well, Christina," says Mistress Laurie, "I see you've got our little dollies broken in."
"Yes, Mistress," says Christina, excitedly, "We played hide and go seek, and Missy is really good at it."
Mistress Laurie chuckles and hugs Christina, then lets her out of the embrace. "Is that so, Missy?"
"Yes, Mistress," you reply automatically.
"You look like a princess," says Britney, in total awe.
"I know," says Mistress Laurie. Christina giggles.
"Can me and the dollies keep playing?"
The tiny voice inside you that would cry for escape seems lost in the giddiness and excitement you feel. You really do want to keep playing with Christina! Britney barely contains a squeal of excitement. You find yourself shaking with anticipation.
Mistress Laurie looks at both of you, smirking slightly. "Do you dollies want to keep playing with Christina?"
"Yes!" you blurt out, surprising even you, "I love playing with Christina!"
"Me too!" says Britney, "She's so pretty! And fun! And..."
"And..." you say, but frown. There's something else you want to say, but it's hard to remember. Suddenly, you look up at Mistress Laurie worried. "But... Mistress, I'm not a girl! I used to be a boy. I mean, a man."
Britney looks at you, surprised, and Christina looks slightly hurt. You can't help feeling a twinge of guilt for bringing it up. Mistress Laurie looks at you with a sly grin.
"But Missy," she says sweetly, "Aren't you having fun? Don't you like being a girl soooo much better?
Her words land in your mind and seem to dominate all thoughts. You frown, confused, trying to work things out, but your head feels fuzzy. You look desperately over at Britney.
"You look like a girl to me," she says helpfully, "A very pretty girl."
A tiny part of you tries to rebel, to make you remember, to snap you out of it, but all it's doing is make you anxious and afraid.
"Missy," says Mistress Laurie, "Don't you like being pretty?"
"Oh, Mistress," you say, confused, "I love being a pretty dolly... I can't help but love it. I feel so..."
"Missy," says Mistress Laurie, sternly, "Would you rather stay and play with Christina, or not?"
"I wanna keep playing!" You blurt out instantly, your confusion seeming to melt into desperation. "Please, Mistress! Please let me keep playing! I'll be a good dolly!"
Mistress Laurie smiles. Her smile hits you like a wave of euphoria, and all confusion and worry is lost. She nods her head, and Christina, who has been watching the whole thing while looking worried, suddenly giggles with glee and runs over to hug you. She squishes into you, and you both fall over onto the bed in a fit of giggles. Britney, nearby, is practically dancing.
"Okay, Christina, you can play with them. But keep an eye on Missy. We don't want her being naughty."
"Yes, Mistress," says Christina in between giggles. She tickles you playfully, and you squirm, rolling off the bed. Britney helps catch you, and gets you back on your platforms without a problem. You look back, and Mistress Laurie has left.
"So what do we play now?" asks Christina.
"Ooooh!" says Britney, "How about we play dress up!"
"Yay!" says Christina, clapping her hands like an excited child. She hops off the bed and skips over to her closet door. She opens it, and begins digging through clothes. She pulls out a large pile of pink satin and lace, then puts it on the bed. Next, Britney goes and starts digging in the closet for something. Soon, she removes something blue and frilly. She giggles, holds it up against her chest, then squirms with delight. She turns away. It's now your turn to find something in the closet.
You pick out something white and pink, very frilly and girly, and for some reason it makes you surge with excitement and a little arousal. You pull it out of the closet and find out it's a fairy costume! You are overcome with giddiness and joy as you place the costume on a chair and begin to remove your clothes.
You step out of your platform heels and begin to carefully roll off your white stockings. Then you reach around the the zipper of your dolly dress, but can't rach.
"I'll help!" says Christina, who walks over and unzips you. You see that she and Britney have unzipped each other already, and the thought of it makes you tingle down below. You pull the dress off and look down at the frilly petticoat. You carefully step out of it, and put it gently on the floor. You remove your frilly panties, and carefully add them to the pile of clothes. You look down at your naked body for what seems like the first time. Your breasts stick out from your body, obviously at least a DD cup, and your body seems completely hairless from the neck down but for a whispy patch at your crotch. Now, you turn to the fairy costume, shaking with excitement.
You put on a pair of shimmering white tights, rolling them gently up your smooth thighs. Then, you pull out the costume, which is a strange sort of leotard. It is mostly white and light pink with puffy shoulders of lace, and long white sleeves. Around the waist is something like a petticoat, or a tutu, with many layers of rustling frills. You step into the leotard and pull it up, feeling its soft fabric caress your bare skin. Once it's on, you look down and beam with joy.
"I look like a flower!" You say excitedly. You turn and see Christina and Britney slipping into their own costumes. Britney is putting on a poofy petticoat, and Christina is slipping white, elbow-length gloves on her arms. They smile at you and giggle. You can tell they are just as excited about their costumes as you are about yours. Finally, you attach the fairy wings, that glisten and sparkle, by sliding the straps over your arms. You grab some sparly pink shoes, the little toy wand, and slip a shiny tiara on your head. Suddenly, your hair is no longer in pig tails, but in an elaborate bun on top of your head. You have on glittery makeup, even down to your exposed cleavage, and shiny pink lipstick.
You turn and see Christina is wearing a large, poofy princess dress with gloves and a tiara, while Britney is wearing a sort of alice in wonderland dress, but made of shiny blue satin with lace ruffles everywhere. You giggle excitedly and skip over to them. You do a little twirl, and the girls clap. You giggle with joy, feeling so pretty and girly, you never want to stop!
i would so trade places with missy!!! you have to finish this story it is to die for!
Unfortunately, this is all there is. The story isn't mine, I just found it under an anonymous author. If anyone wishes to add to it, please do!
Originally Posted by Rainbowgirl
Oooo...I love this story so much. I wish it was me. Sometimes Mistress makes me feel like her little dolly.
This is where it came from. It's part of an interactive story where most of the chapters have nothing to do with each other. This part of the story starts here. I took my favorite parts of the story and put them together, but there's so many ways this can go! This is everything I've dreamed of in a sissy story, I just wish there was more!
Wow, this story is amazing! Now if only they added diapers... :)
A lot of my sissy sisters here are good writers who could take this story in interesting directions. Will someone please step up?
Last edited by SissyDesiree; 06-29-2012 at 12:41 PM.
Reason: silly baby girl forgot something
I don't like reviving dead threads, but I'd love to continue this! I'll plot stuff out then post a continuance of the story when I can.
Originally Posted by SissyDesiree
Somehow, this story sounds awfully familiar ... right down to the collar the changed Missy wears ... and the name of Mistress ... and the outfit even OMG!!
As matter of fact ... others should recognize who this is too!!
The best thing about my life is being Lisa's Pet Babydoll
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