Thread: Turned in to a Doll! [Closed]

She said she was a pop star, but he had never heard of any of her hits. Then again, Gregory Foxley had never been one to listen to modern music. His tastes belonged back in the days of the 1960s and 70s, back when he was just a small child. It had been at a young age that he had an interest in dolls. Not just action figures and toy soldiers, but female dolls as well. The way their figure seemed to be moulded perfectly, in to a shape teen girls back in those days used to dream about. A narrow waist that seemed to limit her every breath, large breasts that could poke your eyes out and a large pair of hips and an ass that you could spank all day. Yes. He loved that bit the most. Every woman should look like that, and every woman should receive a daily spanking to keep her right. Gregory Foxley had told all of his victims that. Victims. He didn't like to call them that, it seemed to imply he was harming them. That wasn't it at all! The women wanted to look pretty! They wanted to have the perfect size. And he was the man to come to. And when they came to him -- they never went to anyone else. You see, Gregory Foxley had a secret. He had a talent. And that talent involved turning women in to living dolls. His methods were a mystery to everybody except himself, and he would keep his techniques to himself for the rest of his life. No one could know how he did it. There you go Miss Beckley, don't you feel... perfect? Your new owner will absolutely love what I've done with you. The blonde haired man, with a large humped nose and half a dozen wrinkles above his forehead and his cheeks, smiled and ran his hand down the green dress his previous victim wore. Her blonde hair was up in a bun, a few free strands tickling the front of her plastic-looking face. She was unable to move her eyes -- her smile large uncomfortable frozen in place. She stood like a shop mannequin with one hand on her hips and another by her side, a prisoner of her plastic form. It wasn't real plastic. She still had skin. Her bones were untouched. But the coating he had placed on her flesh from head to toe gave a hard, glistened look to her female figure. One not-too-dissimilar to a common child's doll. The mind-control sequence hadn't kicked in yet, so the faint muffles of her cries were still trying to break through her grin. When her dollification was complete, he would unseal her lips a harmless glue-like substance was keeping them closed and allow her to speak like a doll. Shh. Shh. Don't try to speak. I've got to go see my next patient. I hope you don't mind if I just leave you standing here in the stock room for a few hours? Her disapproving moans were ignored. The door was closed, and locked. Nothing could be heard. Well. Sorry about that, had to finish a few things. So... are you ready to begin the procedure? I understand you've came to the decision that we're going to go ahead with the operation? She was young, which meant there wasn't much work required to keep her facial features doll-like. If you could get changed behind that curtain, then we can begin. And please -- put this on as well. He handed her what appeared to be a white swim-cap. Along with that, he had requested she bring some swim-wear to change in to, the purpose of which would be explained much later on.