The 24 year old woman walked down the street. A few weeks ago this was an unfamiliar block to her, but now she had walked here six times already, today included, and she knew where she was headed with certainty in her step. The streets were not that busy, just some workers out for late lunch and couriers and such. Heads were turning her way, even though she had dialed her appearance down. The woman was known as Lindsay to most. Perhaps people recognized her from her blog and that's why they gave her looks. Or perhaps she just attacted looks anyway, standing 5 feet and 7 inches tall. Having an extrordinay symetrical face and an hour glass shaped body was also a help she guessed. She was used to people turning their heads at her, since looks was her living. Her blog consisted mostly of pictures of her in various outfits in pastel colors, and some of her in lingerie. All these pictures featured her in heavy make up and sometimes brightly colored wigs, making her look artificial, almost like a doll, which was exactly what she was aiming for usually. But today she wore plain clothes, no colored contact lenses and no make up per instructions she had recieved via mail.

At the end of the street was a day care centre, with a tiny yard and kids playing in said yard. There was fake grass and that weird thing they put on concrete to make it soft, but the kids didn't care. Most of them lived right in the city and probably didn't have a yard on their own so they ran and hollered to their hearts content when a yard was offered. The only real thing in that yard was an old oak tree, and that was probably the reason why the day care was called "Yellow Ribbon" which by some stretching of the imagination made sense. The Yellow Ribbon was not Lindsays goal. Instead she entered the property next to it. A couple of kids waved to her, and she waved back right before the door closed behind her.
- "Welcome Lindsay!" greeted a young man dressed in casual formal clothes. You know the kind of clothes you put on when a company tells you to keep it strict but casual. "You're a bit early, but we'll be ready for you shortly. Why don't you sit down in the lounge for a while?"

Lindsay walked into the next room. She had not heard it refered to as the lounge before. They always said briefing room. There were a lot of places to sit and most of them were faced towards a wall with a big screen on it. The walls were painted somewhere between beige and peach and the lights in the room were pleasantly dim. The wall opposite the big screen had three big windows covering it, and they were facing right into the day care next door. Lindsay knew for a fact that those were see through mirrors. The kids on the other side would only see themselves playing in their play room. If one did not know what kind of establishment this was one might think it would be very creepy to have a secret way to look at kids playing. Lindsay turned one of the comfortable chairs towards the window and had a look. A teacher came in from a side door with a tray that she put down on a table, and on the tray were five dolls. A couple of kids approached the table in a calm manner and picked a doll each and then went to play with them in separate corners of the room. The kids were under strict supervision with the dolls. There would be no fighting or yelling or the dolls would be taken away instantly. There were other dolls and doll houses in the room, and the five dolls fit right in there, but they were easy to spot as different. Even an untrained eye could tell those five dolls apart from the rest, and if they were to be asked what made them so special someone might just say that they looked more expensive than the rest.

- "We're ready for you now Lindsay." The young man in the fancy unfancy clothes pointed towards the door Lindsay knew led to the changing room. "Just a reminder, no clothing at all, no electronics, no glasses or contacts and no piercings. And don't forget to remove anything in your hair." Lindsay nodded and headed through the door. There were five sets of clothes hanging on the hooks already, but there was plenty of space left for Lindsay to hang her own, mundane clothes. She proceeded to get undressed, which went very quickly. She was very nervous even though she had been her five times already. But this time was different. This time a folder had arrived in her mail a few days earlier, informing her that she was qualified for the plus experience. It did not really explain what the experience consisted of, but there were some instructions on how to proceed if she wanted to try it and what she was to wear, or rather not wear, which was no body modifyer of any kind.

As naked as one can be she entered the second door, which only led to a third door, and through the third door was another changing room. The first time she walked through that small corridor she had no idea what was happening. It just felt like walking from one end of a room to another. It had later been explained to her that the corridor was where the magic really happened. Walking through it now seemed more special, now that she knew, even though she still couldn't feel anything special as she entered the third door. This was where she usually would put on a special suit, almost like a skin colored swim suit, and lie down on a mattress on the floor with the biggest smile she could muster. The special suit would then electrify her with micro-currents that would lock all her muscles in place without hurting her, then one of walls would open up and someone would carry the tray she was on into the play room where the kids would get to play (almost) freely with the most expensive doll they would ever touch. Lindsay had already subjected herself to that experience five times, but today there were five other dollified women in there with the kids. She had seen them through the window already, and it had filled her with excitement and a bit of jealosy, even though she was in for the plus experience.

It started in early puberty for Lindsay. She went through a growth spurt and started to notice that she was getting a new kind of attention from people who were older than her, and at the same time her close friends started to say she looked a lot like a doll. A pretty doll, tall and slim with bumps on her chest and long hair. A fetish was born out of a mix of those circumstances, but it would take Lindsay many more years to realize that dressing like a doll was more than a hobby. She grew up, got a job, bought cuter clothes and make up, started a blog and then she realized it was a sexual thing. There was some gratification in the blog gaining views, but the real kick came from finding out that she was not alone. Other dolls took contact with her, and doll lovers wrote her long messages. She did the math and figured out that she could live of her blog if she made some changes, so she quit her job and did her best to be a human doll full time. And she did a good job it seemed. She had no problem paying her rent and getting food, and every penny left was invested in more clothes and make up, and better cameras for her blog. And one fateful day an email came to her from an admierer.
"There is more to this world than you ever imagined. Go to this address and find out how deep the rabbit hole goes. All expences paid. Tell me if you liked it."

She tried to reply, but the mysterious email was sent from a temporary account, and it did not exist anymore. Lindsay tried to find out about the street address as well but there was no information to be found. Consumed by curiosity she went to the place, she sat in on the briefing and she could not believe her ears. These people told her that she would be turned into a doll and played with by real kids if she went through a door. So she tried, and it was true. She and four other women went in, and five dolls came out, on a tray, presented to the kids next door. She remembered the slight panic as the second skin activated. It tightened and it really felt like she was wearing nothing, but her nipples and genetalia was erased. Also she really became immobilized. She could not move at all, and she understood why they wanted her to smile when she was laying down. They didn't want their doll to look horrified. As the wall opened up and the tray was carried Lindsay could do nothing else but stare up at the celing. Suddenly her vision was filled with curious faces of children. A girl with bright blonde hair started yelling and reached for one of the other dolls, but she was expelled from the room instantly. Only good kids who could behave were allowed to play with the new dolls. A girl with auburn hair picked up Lindsay and set off to one of the doll houses where she played with her for an hour. Lindsay got a lovely dress that really didn't fit her, nor was it her colors, but she didn't care. The girl loved it, then Lindsay got to sit in a fancy room and have a plastic dinner with her plastic husband, and their plastic dog was begging for plastic scraps under the table. Lindsay had no control what so ever, but the girl could do whatever she wanted with Lindsays body. The micro-currents that locked Lindsay up was really just strong enough to prevent Lindsay from moving herself, but an external force much stronger, say a five year old kid could easily do whatever she pleased and place Lindsay in whatever position she wanted. She was very careful when sculpting Lindsay, and it was obvious that this was not the first time this girl had gotten to play with one of the expensive dolls. After dinner it was time to do the dishes. Lindsay, in the voice of the little girl commanded her husband to do it while she walked the dog, and after the walk there was dancing in the living room, and after that it was time for bed. Lindsay did a round of the doll house and checked that everything was okay before she went to bed where her husband was waiting, and obviously he was feeling frisky, because he started kissing Lindsay and undressing her. Lindsay lost her plastic virginity that afternoon, to a plastic man without a plastic penis. She was laughing inside at the absurd situation as her husband was awkwardly humping her from behind and her hair was flying everywhere.

When the hour was up one of the supervising adults called out to the kids that it was time to clean up and that the five special dolls were to be undressed and placed back on the tray as they were found. Lindsay who already was undressed was the first doll back on the tray, and when the other four was back as well the tray got taken away and put in a hole in the wall. The second skin loosened its grip and the dolls woke up. They were women again, waking up from the absolute strangest hour in their lives. They shed their skin suits and walked in silence back to the other changing room. There were showers there, and some of the women stayed behind, but Lindsay got dressed and walked out into the regular world. The receptionist offered her a debriefing, but she declined. He said that she could return later if she changed her mind. She thanked him and opened the door. In the front yard a little girl with auburn hair was playing with her friends. She spotted Lindsay and waved at her. Lindsay felt herself blush and her knees became weaker, but she waved back and went home as fast as she could. There she got undressed, hopped into the shower and she pleasured herself for a full hour, replaying her life as an actual doll in her head, minute by minute. Then she wrote one of the shortest entries ever at her blog: "I liked it." A comment was posted on that entry later that night. "Be a good doll and do it again." And here she was, for the sixth time with a new instruction. Lay down on the tray without a second skin. Was she really going to end up in the play room, naked for real with the ability to move? There was only one way to find out.

The wall vanished, just like it usually did, but she was alone this time. Even though none of them could move or speak there used to be a comfort in knowing that four other dolls were on that tray with you. Lindsay could feel her heartbeat all over her body, painfully aware that she was truly naked this time. Alone and naked. She never really had noticed before, but the wind was blowing around her with some force, caressing her. She was being carried indoors, so she knew it wasn't real wind, but that wasn't very comforting. It was forceful, and she was very high up in the air, on a platform with no real protection from falling off. She managed to calm herself some with the fact that the wind obviously was not strong enough to lift her, but she realized just now on how many levels the second skin had made her feel safe. Just as she started to feel like she had the butterflies in her stomach under control the next thing happened. The tray turned right. All she knew about the distance from the hole in the wall to the playroom was the ceiling. A couple of steps straight ahead, and then a turn to the left, and there was the door to the playroom. But now they turned right. Her pulse was beating even harder now but she fought her urge to move and look around because that's not what dolls do. Unknown upon unknown. She was even more nervous now than the first time she had been here.

A couple of steps, then a door. Was this another playroom? It was dark in here, not fully lit as the usual room. The sound changed. If she had to guess the floor must have been carpeted, or else the sound would not change this much. She caught a glimpse of one of the walls. Brownish and kind of gloomy. If she had been forced to put a name on the color she would have said cork. The tray made a little jerk and decended on to a table, right under a desk lamp. Lindsay was blinded and shut her eyes. There was an instant thought of shame for breaking the cardinal rule of dolls, but it was a bodily function that could not be resisted. Thinking about it se realized that she usually was able to blink. The one thing the second skin could not control was her eyes. But she felt like she was being watched here. Kept to a higher standard. She heard whoever was carrying the tray leave the room quietly. The door slammed and then nothing.

And the nothing lasted. No sounds, not even a clock. Lindsay tried to peek but the light was still blinding her so she saw nothing either. She tried opening her eyes slowly and letting them adjust to the light but it was too close, like someone deliberatly had pulled the bulb really close to her just to make sure she couldn't see anything. All she could gather was that it must have been a new light of some kind, because there was no heat or hum radiating from it. There were some sense of torture about this room. Lindsay didn't like it. She had no idea how long she was left there alone but suddenly there was a sound that shattered her thoughts. A door opened and closed, and then the sound of someone sitting down in a chair. The light was pulled up and a female voice was heard.
"You are such a good doll. Some dolls that end up on my desk are not ready to be here. They get up, walk around... some of them even start asking questions... but not you. What a trooper... Would you believe me if I told you that you have been alone in here for 45 minutes?"
Lindsay mulled it over in her mind. 45 minutes could easily have passed, but she felt disappointed. That would mean her hour was nearly up.
"Look at that... not even when asked a question you dropped out of your doll form. You really get this." the woman said with some excitement in her voice. "Let's get this straight though... I'm not insane. I know you are a woman, but you are here to pretend to be a doll, and I am here to pretend that you are my doll. Just so we know where we have each other. Fiddlesticks is a magic word that makes my dolls come alive, but only for a moment. You'll learn to know these moments. You may use that word to get my attention as well."
There it was again. The silence. The light was still drowning out most of Lindsays vision but from the corner of her eyes she could glimpse a tank top by the edge of the table.
"Well then. You really are a good doll. Let's have a look."

A hand swooped in under the doll and lifted it up. It was a careful lift, but determined, unlike the children in the other room who, even though they tried, did not possess such motor skills yet to perform something this careful. This was also a bigger hand, so there was no doubt that this was an adult. The doll was turned around in the hand with the help of another hand.
"It's a bit limp..." the voice said thoughtfully. "I wonder if it can stand up" and the doll was turned vertical and flew towards the desk. There was a soft landing waiting for her, but the doll had been flat on her back for so long that her knees buckled a bit when the hand let her go completely. She had to decide quickly what to do. She could secure her balance, but is that really what a doll would do? No was her conclusion and she just toppled over. There was a snicker from above her.
"I saw that. You could just as easily have stood up, but you decided to fall." But there was no particular tone in the comment. Was it good? Was it bad? The doll could not tell. The hand swooped in again and picked the doll up. This time she did her best to stay rigid in preparation for the landing, but she had a little help. A cotton swab prodded the dolls legs into a sturdy position and she was gently put down again, this time not falling over, even though the floor started to move. The swab continued to poke the doll all over, as it turned on the table. With her back facing the person who was handling her she felt her hair pulled aside, and her head was tilted back and forth and side to side with two gentle fingers guiding her. Then her arms were lifted up straight out from her sides as the swab prodded her in the back, first high, then low, and then lower still. Her buttcheeks and thighs were poked and she was turned to face the woman again. This time her breasts were subjec for inspection, and then her stomach.
"You truly are a vision. I knew it when I found your homepage, that you really were a great doll. I just had to have you on my table, and here you are. I just need to do some tweaks to get you over the top and perfect." And suddenly a thin paintbrush appeared. "This polymer will remove some of your... imperfections. It's going to get a bit intimate, so now is the time to shake your head if you don't remember the safeword." The doll remembered, so she did nothing, and then a hand proceeded to grab her from behind, locking her chest between the pointer and thumb. The paintbrush proceeded to dab something gooey on her nipples. It felt a bit warm at first but soon it cold. "The chilling sensation is the polymer fast drying. Two down, three to go."
But I only have two nipples the doll thought. What would the other three be? She was placed on the table on her back, and the brush carefully made a swoop over her belly button, and then she felt her legs spread and before she knew it her crotch felt really warm for a couple of seconds, and then there was a chill. After a minute or so she was flipped over on her belly and she felt fingers touching her butt, spreading her cheeks, and then a stroke with the brush. The fingers kept her cheeks spread as the hot and cold came and went, and then the hand picked her up in a standing position again.
"You are obviously not ticklish, but you are blushing. Perhaps you even liked it a bit? I am going to take a couple of pictures now, and let you see what I did."
A cellphone appeared in front of the doll, and some shutter noises were heard, then she was turned around and a couple of more noises and then she was turned to face the screen of the phone which now featured a picture of her front side. She was all smooth like she had a second skin on, but she knew she did not. There were no nipples, and no labia. She felt herself ghasp and almost reached out to feel herself, but she managed to stop. Another picture showed her back.
"There isn't much to see there, but that is exactly the point. You have been liberated from your humanity now. You are my doll, my property, without a single worry in the world. Let that sink in for a moment, before it's time for us to part ways for today. I will email you the pictures and you may publish them if you wish, but I'd like to keep theese between us. There is more work to be done before I really want to display you. You can also use that mail to contact me from this point onwards." then she got up and left the room.

A couple of minutes later someone entered the room and put the doll gently on a tray, then deposited that tray in a hole in the wall in another room. Lindsay had to fight the urge to not move. She got up and walked out into the corridor. She was human again. She took a shower before she got dressed. She didn't notice how or when, but her nipples were back, and so were the missing holes. But she didn't care. She was blank with extasy. She could still feel it, even though she was human. That strange pit in her gut that was both scary and incredibly exciting. The feeling of being someones property. A plaything. Someones doll...

"Taken". Lindsay was staring at the word in the bio of her blog. She wanted to acknowledge being claimed as property by her anonymous owner so she had opened the editor and changed from "Single" to "Taken". But she had not saved the change yet. It seemed so small, but her fans would probably notice sooner rather than later and questions and comments would overflow in her inbox. She was not ready for the storm of questions, because she had no answers. The rational side of her was already convinced. It was too early to make such an announcement, so she closed the editor and discarded the change. Just to be sure she typed in the address in her browser to confirm that nothing was changed, and sure enough it still said "Single". She looked at her own pictures for a couple of moments. Her heart started to beat harder. She loved her job, but that wasn't the reason for the strong beats. Rather than what she was looking at she was thinking about what was not on her page. The pictures that were supposed to be private.

She grabbed her phone and opened the download folder. She hesitated before she clicked the first file. What could she possibly gain from looking at them again? She had probably looked for hours already, but then again... if she felt like looking there really wasn't a good reason not to. Lindsay the doll was looking back at her through the screen. She hadn't really thought about it when it happened but her eyes were looking straight at the shutter. A force of habit perhaps, to smile at the camera. She recalled being the doll in the picture, looking at the high res display when first shown to her. The picture of the doll was probably bigger than the doll itself, partly depending on the size of the phone of course. Her thoughts started to wander, trying to recall the size she had been, trying to imagine a doll lying in her own hand, or even she herself, lying in the hand of her owner. She could feel her touch, and the prodding with the swab and the paintbrush, the rush of hot and cold as her humanity was erased, and hearing her voice booming over her, outside of her view. Her mind was playing tricks on her, perhaps she remembered being smaller than she was. She started to imagine lying in the middle of a palm, fingers closing, engulfing her in the giant hand, blocking all light out, but feeling warm and safe, hearing the words "You are my doll, my property, without a single worry in the world". She disappeared into that dream for a while. Should she be so comfortable in this thought? The notion of discarding her humanity and living as a doll? It was a scary thought, but also... not... The screen on her phone faded into her screen saver, and then went dark, snapping her out of her fantasy.

She opened the editor again on her computer and changed one word and looked at it, but it didn't convey her feelings. "Taken" was wrong, so she once again discarded the change and went for a walk.