Dolly by Querthe

The story of a young woman getting trapped in a doll suit.

Dolly

Joan opened the front door of her house and sighed, grabbed again the two bags and walked over the entrance, closing it on her back. She posed the portable computer bag on the table in the living room and the other in the close, then she went to the bathroom for a quick shower. She changed on one of her jumpsuits she loved and brushed her long straight black hairs in a ponytail she fixed with a big silk red bow behind her head.

“All is ready for the big event. Only the special guest is missing, and she will have a really good surprise…” she smiled, and the pretty woman in her late twenties, with big brown eyes and a pair of glasses smiled back to her. She knew she was not a model as her sister, but she had the luck to find a wonderful husband and have a sweet girl, that the next day would be three years old. “And I promised her a special present…”

She was just arrived on the kitchen and she had gulped a glass of fresh water when someone knocked at the door.

“Yes?”

“Joan, it’s me, Jean…”

“Hi. I was waiting you. How was the trip?” she greeted her sister, a year younger than her.

“Not so bad, but a lot of men stared at me? Maybe I have something wrong?”

The blonde woman, with curly long hairs was dressed in a pale blue lycra minidress that was hiding nothing to the imagination, neither the fact she was not wearing underwear, nor her ample bust and with her five inches high heeled leather sandals in the same dress color she was tall quite 6.3’.

“Well…” she started. “No.” she said laughing closing the door. Her sister was carrying only a small luggage.

“So tomorrow my niece will be three years old. It’s sweet that you invited me in your home for the birthday. Mark is home? And Lauren?”

“No. She is still at my mother-in-law house. He is away for a work trip, and he will come back only next Sunday…”

“Another whole week alone… My, my, I want to stay with you also after the party. My mannequin work will restart only at the end of this month.”

“It’s gentle from you, but are you sure that you will not be searched?”

Jean shook her head.

“No, no. To be sure to have all the time for my niece, I didn’t say to anyone where I was…”

“Good! Thank you, my little sister! I’m sure my star will be delighted to have her preferred aunt all for her!” she said.

“Preferred because I’m also the only one, eh? Have you already prepared for the party of tomorrow?”

“No, Jean. It will be a simple birthday party between you, me and Lauren. Maybe next year, when she will be a little older and with some more friends…”

“I hope she will not be completely as you for the personality. You were the perfect scholar, always over the books, always the best votes, but no friends and no social life. I don’t understand how you found Mark…” she laughed. “But after your marriage, you have not leaved your work as R&D chief at that industry for the family. How was the name of the company…”

“Polymechatron…”

“Yes, that thing…”

“But stop talking of us. You are an essential part of my birthday party.”

“You continued to say it, and I agreed to do anything I can for Lauren. But now, can you say moe something more? I’m really curious…”

“I will explain you all, but before, a good coffee. You continue to drink it with milk and sugar?”

“Yes, please…”

The blonde sipped the strong coffee and posed the mug.

“So?”

“Well. You know that Lauren has a sort of mania with the dolls…”

“Yeah. Something she inherited from me…”

“Anyway, I want to give her a doll that no one on this Earth has. You!”

“Sorry? Joan, I think I had no understood…”

“You know I’m the chief of a strange dept, where we study and develop strange things?”

She nodded, sipping again the coffee.

“I had the help of some of my co-workers and friends, and we used a new polymer material that is light as silk but, if under a small amount of electricity, it becomes strong as titanium. With this material we built a sort of armor, a costume if you want call it, and I’m asking you to wear it to became the doll for Lauren…”

Jean quite chocked with the last coffee understanding what her sister said.

“I? A doll?”

“I know, it’s strange…”

“Well, not so strange, if I consider from who arrive the request. I will be exactly as a doll?” she asked, a strange light in her eyes.

“More or less. You will be able to talk and move, if I want…”

“What you mean if you want?”

“Well, the costume will be soft to permit you to be enclosed in, but then I will use the battery pack included in the dress to give you a doll-like appearance and movements. Only at your limbs and head, as a real doll. The same for your mouth. If I put electricity on your mask, you will be gagged. Dolls don’t talk.”

“Quite frightening, but I think I can believe in you…”

“Sure? After I dressed you up and Lauren will return, you will be inside it for a whole day…”

“Let’s do it. It’s a long process?”

“No, no, only the first parts. If you are ready, please follow me in the living room. There is more space.”

Jean looked with curiosity her sister opening the bag she took on the closet and extracting a sort of shiny skin toned high necked sleeveless leotard, two long gloves, two stocking with feet and a mask in the same material.

“It’s the costume?”

She nodded.

Can I touch it?” Joan gave her a stocking. The material was supple but quite thick, more or less a tenth of inch, and seemed covered on the inside by copper wires embedded on the surface. “What are for, the wires?”

“They will transport the small amount of electricity on the costume to restrain you. Don’t worry, it work with an amount so small that a normal mobile phone battery can last for a month at minimum…”

“What I have to do?”

“Start with undress you completely.”

“Completely?”

“Shy? In front of your older sister?”

Grunting and blushing a little the blonde did as requested and stood, her white skin perfectly matching the color of the costume. Following Joan indications she took the first stocking and tried to put her leg in it, but with non luck.

“Silly me! You can’t put it in without talcum powder… Just a second.”

The woman run in the bathroom and took a small can made in blue plastic and returned, but she stepped in the carpet and landed heavily on the floor.

“Joan!”

“No… non problem, just a good hit…” she smiled rousing herself. “Where is the talcum? Ah, here we are…” she said, recovering the blue can that was finished near the bag of the costume and giving it to Jean.

She used it abundantly on his skin before trying again with the stoking, that this time molded herself to the leg as a second skin, reshaping it in a slender and sexier way. Quickly she did the same with the other stocking, observing that also if her single fingers were divided by an internal mold, they couldn’t be divided as they were in a tight sock.

“How is?”

“Not so bad… It’s a little hot here, and I’m already sweating…”

“No problem. When the suit will be activated, the integrated new generation Peltier cells will drain all the heat outside, and you will be fresh as a rose…”

“If you say so…”

Using other talcum, she sealed her arms inside the long gloves, that arrived just at the armpit.

“But I can’t separate the fingers if not the thumb…”

“You have seen a doll that can do it?”

“No, but…”

“Let me finish. In half an hour Lauren will be home, and we need still to dress you with the best part…”

The mask followed. It was built with special lenses over the eyes, done in a biocompatible transparent plastic, and an anatomical mould of a woman mouth, complete with a pocket for the tongue and a hard surface to cover the teeth.

“I have to wear this?”

“Come on… And close your eyes and don’t open them until I say so…”

“You will be in debt with me, mad scientist!” she said, putting talcum all over the inside of the mask and pushing it over her face.

“Comfy?” asked Joan, tightening the laces done in the same material of the costume to be less visible and plastering the mask over Jean head.

“Nghhot shhho baaddh.. I whiiill shhpeakhh alwwwayysh thhissh waay?” she asked.

“No, no, only because you have not put properly the molding…” laughed her, turning and pushing hard the plastic inside her mouth, feeling her tongue arriving in her seat and moving the false teeth over the true ones. “Try again.”

“Now it’s quite better. You know, this talcum that arrived also in my mouth taste really bad, as a chemical compound…”

“Suck it and swallow. And think it’s for a good reason. You can breathe well?”

“Yes. But I didn’t see holes on the mask.”

“In the nose area I used oxygen permeable plastic, so no holes and safe at the same time. Now open your eyes completely… This way… more, more… ok!”

The sky blue eyes of her sister were looking her behind the plastic.

“Joan, I can’t close my eyes…”

“I know. Inside the mask there is a special device that linked to your eyelids blocking them in an open position, but no fear. The lenses over your eyes will maintain the right wetness and protect them. You have really wonderful eyes…”

“Thank you, but you can say me if you have other strange surprises in mind for me?”

“Well, there are still two… three for exactness.”

“So…”

“Look at your leotard, the last part of your costume before I will put the wig on your head and activate it.”

“Oh my… Are you naughty, you know? And they work?” asked the masked woman, the lips of the mask half opened to show the teeth but immobile also if she was speaking, her real mouth stretched in the classical doll smile. She was staring at two long plugs that were designed obviously for her crotch.

“When the suit is activate, yes, and I can regulate the intensity, as I can put on or off your breasts stimulator. I will be happy for Lauren, she will be happy because of you, so why you couldn’t be happy?”

Both laughed, and Jean closed her body under the leotard, that was built with a lace in the back then covered with a plastic flap to hidden it. The garment had a integrated corset that crushed the blonde to a wonderful 16” waist, leaving her breathless for a while, until she understood how to breathe in short, gulping breaths. The wig of shiny, artificial blonde straight hair was glued with cosmetic glue to the helmet, and Joan helped her sister in a pink vinyl minidress with long sleeves with matching high heeled shoes.

“I’m really a doll now…” she gasped looking herself in the mirror. “I’m not sure of the heels. Are not too high?”

“When the costume will be activated, your feet will be restrained in a ballet position, so the only acceptable shoes will be this type.” Joan explained. “Ready?” she asked, grabbing a sort of remote with two selectors and three button.

“Yes… Transform me in a doll…”

The black haired woman pressed the bigger button, then the other two, rotating the selectors all on the left side. Jean, that was seated on the sofa immediately saw her legs straightening, her already rigid torso becoming hard as rock and her arms bending slightly at the elbows, her wrist and hands immobile. Also her mouth was frozen, and when she tried to speak, nothing arrived outside, if not a faint mumble that only she could hear.

“The fact you are not talking and moving was saying me my costume is working…” she smiled, touching the rigid surface of the sister, that was following her moving rigidly her head. “Try to bend your legs or arms.”

The doll shook her head.

“As you can see, if you try to bend the legs at the hips they will move only in this way, so if you are seated, you need to have your legs opened. The same for your arms, that can go only up and down, with no movements for your hands, held in this straight position. Now, try to lift up.”

With some effort and some help, she arrived to put herself up and do some stiff legged walk, until she gained some more confidence.

“Wonderful you are really a perfect doll. You think that if you hide in the closet, you can bear some minute of wait until Lauren arrive? I want you will be a real surprise.”

Jean moved to the closed, tried to grab it by her hands, but with no luck, so her sister opened and closed for her.

“I will open it when she will arrive, and we will be in the kitchen…” she said, then she cleaned the living room and prepared some fast lunch for them, sure Lauren would be there in a couple of minute.

In fact, after five minutes, Lauren voice arrived outside the door, and Joan opened it to catch her love and lift her up for a kiss. She greeted her mother-in-law that was already returning at the car and she closed the door.

“Did you enjoyed the day?” asked the mother, opening the closet door just a little and moving with her daughter on the kitchen.

“Yes, yes… And grandma gifted me with this.”

She showed the last model of plastic doll, the one dressed as a princess, with long brown hairs and a blue Victorian dress.

“Pretty! Tomorrow you will be three years old, and I think that I could also gift you with something…”

“Can I have now?”

“You want not to wait until tomorrow?”

“No, no, no!” shook her head the baby, blonde as her father but with the mother eyes and features.

“Ooookay. Dolly, can you come?” she shouted in the air, and immediately Jean moved in her strange and slow way in the kitchen.

“A real doll!” gasped the girl. “It’s for me!”

“Yes, but I had the luck to have it only for a day, then she will have to return in her fantasy world. But since now to tomorrow sunset she is all for you.”

“Only for a day… But she will return?”

“Maybe… Now eat and then you will play with your new dollies!”

Next day all went perfectly, with Lauren playing all the day with her masked aunt and Jean enjoying the plugs in her body that were leaving her quite breathless every now and then. She started to feel a little hungry and thirsty, but she was sure that a little effort would bring more joy to her beloved niece, and so she resisted until the blonde baby felt asleep in the late evening.

“She will sleep until tomorrow.” Smiled her mother, putting her in her little bed. “ she was never be so happy. Thank you, thank you my dear…” she said, hugging the plastic covered female that did her best to hug her, but with no luck.

“I have to say that I’m starting to enjoy this situation, but really I need to eat and drink, and also to go the bathroom…” she sighed, moving near her sister to the living room, where she deactivated the suit.

“Jean, you can relax if you want. I shut off the costume.”

The doll moved her arms and head to show she was rigid as before. Joan clicked again and again, but in some way the costume was not acting normally.

“Mmmmmm…” arrived to say the blonde, shouting as never before.

“Give me a moment… I need to think…” she said, starting to walk in the room lost in her thoughts. Suddenly she noted a strange blue can under the sofa, and a fear arrived in her brain, so incredible that she refused it, but anyway she grabbed the plastic can, opened it and sniffed the white powder inside. “Talcum… But I put it away yesterday… Oh my!” she run in the bathroom, returning some second after, her eyes filled with tears.

“Jean…” she started, then she landed heavily on a chair, her head in her hands. “Jean, you are in a big, big trouble…”

“Mmmghh?”

“This is not talcum. The powder you used yesterday was an experimental glue activated by water…”

“Mmmmght?!”

“You are stuck in your costume, and in some way the glue blocked the circuits of your costume, so I can’t shut it off. And If I can’t shut it off, you can’t be helped…” Joan did a quick phone call, then she returned to Jean, that was still naked in front of her, her shiny full breasts highlighted by the small waist and the sexless crotch. She couldn’t cry, but she wanted to do it.

“Hide you in the closet. I called my mother-in-law and I said her that for an emergency at the laboratory I need to leave Lauren to her for a while, maybe some day. She will be in a couple of minutes. I go to wake up Lauren and take some clothes for her. Is not the first time, they will understand… I will free you, I swear it!” she hugged the hard plastic torso and sniffed.

With her rigid right hand Joan moved the hairs that were stuck over her sister face and caressed her.

“You believe in me?”

She caressed her again.

“Thanks…” she sniffed, moving on the baby bedroom.

When the car disappeared on the road, Joan freed immediately her sister from the closet and helped her to dress in something.

“I know that is not the last model, but…” she tried to joke, finishing to close the buttons of a white long T-shirt. Jean was wearing also a pair of jeans and the strange pink shoes, the only pair that could accept her arched feet.

“We need to take my car, but it’s outside along the road. Its’ only a small walk, but there is the possibility that someone could see us. Are you ready?”

“Mmmm!” she mumbled, the signal for an affirmative answer.

They walked as soon as the rigid legs of Jean permitted, and after a time that for both seemed an eternity they arrived at the car, luckily with no one to see them. Joan pushed her sister on the back seat, laying her down and covered her with a patchwork rug. She drove up the laboratory, parked on the underground parking and helped her sister out.

“Now we have to walk for a while. Do you think you can do it? I know you are really hungry and thirsty, but in my laboratories, we can do something, I think. I already phoned while we were in the car my co-workers.”

“Mmmghh.”

They moved along doors and corridors, and Jean had some strange glance when they crossed some scientist or worker inside the building, but no one asked something.

“They are used to strange things. Maybe in the future I will tell you something, but now, before all, we have to find a way to get you out…”

When she used her ID card to open an alarmed door, her sister, also if her hearing was in some way blocked by the plastic that was glued to her skin, listened various voices that immediately stopped when they entered.

“Joan… This is really Jean?” asked a blonde in her thirty.

“Yes, and se is really stuck in this costume, that was broken by the experimental glue…”

“How?”

“It’s the same of the talcum powder, and we used it instead of that!”

“Oh my… we were sure that the new glue was working, but…”

“There is a way to release her?”

“We are still working for a solvent, and I think we will need some time. But there is a good news. The glue will loose her power in less than two months…”

“Mmmghhtt!”

“Jean, please, we will find something before. For now, she needs water and food. Some idea? I really can’t think, I’m too nervous.”

“Well.” Said an old man. “If I remember well, this Polymetal in its rigid state can be broken only with high heat or lasers, and in both cases your sister will suffer a lot. So we have to discard these solutions… The only possible way to enter the suit are the eyes lens, because I see that she has no nostril holes…”

“The nostrils!” shouted Jean. “They are not done in Polymetal… I have the way to feed you, also if it will not be funny for you…”

She gave orders to all the persons in the room, and they moved to execute them. Meanwhile Joan, using a sharp lancet, cut all around the sister nostrils to show them.

“Now I will insert in you two cannulas. They will give you free air flow and a way for nutrient and so on to feed you until we will not find a way to free you. You understand?”

“Mmmmghh.”

“Ok. With the food I will put also some chemical that will stop the need to go to the bathroom, and with an exact dosage, you will be feed and no waste produced. We did already a lot of studies for the aerospace industry, so this time, no problem…”

After a couple of hours the cannulas were fixed with some chirurgical glue to her nostrils and she was feed. Jean sighed in relief.

“Mmmmghtt… mmmghttt, ppphhhhhmmm.” She tried to say something pointing a chair, but no one understood what she was saying.

“Just a second.” Said the blonde, grabbing a flat and black device big as a credit card and engraved with bronze and green lines as a printed circuit. She posed it over the rigid neck of the woman and covered it with a little piece of surgical white tape. “Try again.”

“CAN I SEAT IN SOME WAY? I’M TIRED… WHAT? IT’S MY VOICE?”

“A vibrations transducer. Also if is not an Hi-fi device, it’s better than some moaning. It doesn’t need energy, using the one arriving from the vibrations.” The scientist explained, smiling. “I think you can use one examination table in the other department…”

“I will lead you.” A man offered, opening the door.

“THANK YOU.” She said, moving in her stiff way and disappearing in the corridor.

“Now, there is some hope for my sister or we have to wait a whole month?”

“I checked the formula and what could happen with the power cells installed while you finished to install the feeding system. There is no hope, and it seems that the dried glue reduced the resistance of the wires. The cells will last for at least two months. Only when the glue will be absorbed by the skin she will be able to exit her costume. The good news are that the glue sterilized her and impede to the sweat to be produced, so she will not suffer of diseases or other problems for the long enclosure. The little amount of electricity will also stimulate slightly her muscles, impeding they will disappear for the long immobility.”

“A bad news and some good. Well, I don’t know if I have to be happy or not…”

“You will say it to her?”

“Yes, I have to… She will discover anyway, so better if she knows it from me.” Smiled sadly Joan, leaving the room and walking on the chirurgical department, where she found Jean sleeping quietly over a white table, her eyes covered by a black sleeping mask, the young man that guided her discarding in the garbage tin an empty vial.

“She needed really to sleep, so I gave her a light sleep inducer. She will stay in these conditions for a couple of hours. News?”

She shook her head.

“No, if not that she is trapped in her costume for two months…”

“Not a good thing. What do you think she will do?”

“Nothing much. The only problem is that she is a model, and so she is researched for catwalks and so on. How she will be able to explain it?”

“I really don’t know, but I have to say I know her, and in this costume she is really sexy, if I have to say. She seems really a life-like doll. Maybe she could work for a while in some theme park…” he joked sadly, trying to grab a little smile from her friend.

“Yeah, maybe… For now, do you think we can hide her transducer with some flesh toned tape? Now it seems a cyborg part…”

“We can use some of the breathable plastic we used for the nostril zone and glue it over the costume, so it will be invisible and fully operating.”

“Good idea.”

They just finished some minute before Jean woke up.

“I SEE I’M STILL TRAPPED IN THE SUIT, BUT AT LEAST I CAN TALK. ANY NEWS?”

Joan sighed.

“The only one good is that you can be fed in this way for as long as you like. The bad news are that you are trapped in the costume for two months…”

“TWO MONTHS? ARE YOU JOKING?” she shouted, lifting up and trying to descend the table, with no luck. The man helped her. “JOAN, TELL ME. REALLY I HAVE TO STAY TWO MONTHS IN THIS PLASTIC COSTUME, TRAPPED IN A DOLL BODY WITH NON POSSIBILITY TO MOVE ME IF NOT AS A BROKEN ROBOT?”

“Yes.”

“AT LEAST YOU ARE SINCERE. WHAT DO YOU THINK I CAN DO?” she asked. “I HAVE A JOB TO PERFORM, AND I CAN’T CANCEL OR DELAY IT…”

“I really don’t know…”

When the alarm clock buzzed, Joan opened her eyes and rubber them.

“Another day. I hope this one will be the lucky one…” she smiled sadly. “As I hoped also the six days before this, but nothing has been found to help my sister…”

The black haired woman moved on the corridor and knocked the near door.

“YES? ALREADY BREAKFAST TIME?”

“Yes… Do you need some help?”

“NO, THANK YOU. I’M QUITE ACCUSTOMED NOW.” Answered Jean, her voice a little artificial.

The woman heard some noise and a shuffle of feet on the floor, then the door opened, revealing the costumed girl inside the bedroom. The sun arriving from outside was playing over the shiny curves of Jean, her arched feet wearing pink seven inches high heels slippers, her body covered by a satin pink nightgown.

“GOOD MORNING.”

“Good morning to you. Today your suit will arrive, I think in the early afternoon. Jack will lead it to you and he will help you in it.”

“SO I WILL NOT BE COVERED IN A LAYER, I WILL BE COVERED IN TWO… I DON’T KNOW IF TO BE HAPPY OR CRY…”

“Well, at least you will be able to walk outside without turn all the heads and stop the traffic…” replied Joan starting to descend the stairs, followed by her sister, accustomed to walk in a stiff legged way, her bended arms sliding over the handrail.

“YES. AND SO I WILL WALK OUTSIDE, AND NOT JUST IN YOUR GARDEN. I STARTED TO BE BORED OF YOUR FLOWERS…

Both decided to drink a cup of coffee and milk, but if the dark haired woman sipped it hot and in the normal way, the other grabbed the cold drink with both her rigid hands and she moved the cup on a special device created to permit her to feed herself without help. The electronic equipment moved the metal straw inside the cup, while the other end moved to the right nostril, connected to her stomach using a special cannula. A soft noise indicated that the connection was established, and a small pump lifted the drink inside Jean body.

“HOW IS?”

“Not so bad, but I prefer the other brand. This is a little too bitter for my tastes…”

“WELL, ALWAYS BETTER THAN TASTING NOTHING, NO?”

“Jean, I…”

“NO, PLEASE. I KNOW WHAT YOU WANT TO SAY, AND YOU KNOW WHAT I THINK ABOUT IT. SEARCH A WAY TO FREE ME, BUT UNTIL THAT DAY, NO PROBLEM. YOU KNOW I LIKE TO BE INDEPENDENT, AND YOU AND YOUR COLLEAGUES ARE DOING ALL THE POSSIBLE FOR IT, AND I HAVE TO THANK YOU. WITH THE SUIT ARRIVING, I COULD REALLY GO OUT AS BEFORE?”

Joan nodded, eating a piece of cake.

“Yes. Your lips will be still sealed, but well, maybe with a surgical mask, you know, similar to the ones used when you have a cold…”

“MMMM, THE IDEA IS NOT SO BAD… WHAT ARE YOU STUDYING TODAY?”

“A new solvent. I have to say you that I don’t believe so much in it, but well…”

“COME ON, COME ON, I’M SURE THIS EVENING YOU WILL RETURN WITH A BIG SMILE AND WITH THE ANSWER TO OUR PROBLEMS…”

“Jean…” smiled the sister, sitting up and hugging her. “You are a love, you know?”

“YES, AND I COULD BE ALSO SWEETER IF SOMEONE WILL FIND A WAY TO LET ME ENJOY SOME EVIL DEVICE THAT IS HIDDEN IN THIS SUIT…”

“You mean that… Jean, how you could thing of this now?”

“TRY NO TO THINK OF THIS AFTER A WEEK! I’M NOT A NUN AS YOU, I… WELL. I’M USED TO DO IT A LITTLE OFTEN…”

“You are blushing!”

“IMPOSSIBLE. MY FACE IS GLUED TO THE MASK AND THIS IS SO THICK I CAN’T MOVE A MUSCLE. YOU CAN’T SEE MY SKIN…”

Joan giggled moving in the bathroom and then changing to go to work. Just before exiting the front door, she leaved at home, just over the little table in the living room, the remote to activate the plugs and the breasts stimulator.

“Bye Jean…”

“BYE SIS.”

The plastic encased girl slowly cleaned the dishes and the cups, mumbling the song that was filling the air front the near radio, then she turned and with her stiff legs she moved on the first floor, discarding the nightgown along the stairs.

“I need a good shower. I know that I’m trapped inside this waterproof suit, and I can’t sweat or other, but well, I want to have a life as normal as possible. And anyway, this suit could be dirty, no?” she thoughts, opening the water and setting it to a warm and pleasant degree, then she stepped in the shower and with a lot of difficulties she arrived to wash her surface and her hairs.

“NOW THE TRICKY PART. HOW TO DRY A DOLL IN TEN MOVES…” she said, grabbing the towel and starting to move it as much as possible over her body and hair.

When satisfied, she moved on the tip of her toes in her room, where she selected a pair of blue jeans, a cotton long sleeved white shirt and a pair of knee length boots made in shiny vinyl. She posed the garments on a special rack that will dress her up just pushing a pedal with her left foot, and pushed her slender legs inside the boots, that were as the other shoes the laboratory gave to her, ballet boots.

“I HOPE MY TENDONS WOULD BE STILL ELASTIC WHEN I WILL BE FREED FROM THIS THING, OR I WILL BE CONDEMNED TO HIGH HEELS FOREVER…” she mumbled activating the device, that with slow movements lifted the trousers, closed the zipper and the waist button, lifted the shirt and finished to dress the blonde.

She moved to another device, a sort of strange drying hood, and she pushed with her unmovable fingers a big button after moving a switch to the right position.

“Today a braid will be ok with my dress…”

The equipment grabbed her long, synthetic blonde hair and combed them in a perfect braid, closing it with a big pink bow at the end. She turned her head from side to side, the only movement her head could do, to see in the three mirrors near the equipments the result of its work.

“GOOD. NOW I’M READY FOR SOME SOFT MUSIC AND THE BORING GARDEN…”

When descending the stairs, also if her vision was really limited, she noted the small device leaved by Joan on the table.

“MMM, I THINK IT WILL NOT BE A SO BORING DAY, TODAY…” she tried to smile, but the mask already smiling was blocking completely her face muscles. “IT SEEMS SIMPLE. THERE ARE THREE BUTTONS AND A SWITCH TO SELECT THE INTENSITY… PUSH THEM IS NOT A PROBLEM, THE DIFFICULT IS TURN THE SWITCH… AT THE MOMENT SEEMS TO BE SET TO THE MAXIMUM… NOT SO BAD, JUST TO REMEMBER HOW IT WORKS…” she grabbed with a lot of difficulties the small black box and moved it on the kitchen table.

Then she moved to the door that leaded in the garden and opened it, breathing the soft perfume of flowers arriving from it.

She set the chair on the garden, moved the radio outside, on a small metal table near the chair and then she moved to the remote, clicking the three buttons.

Immediately a soft buzzing started on her crotch and around her breasts, and the blonde moved unsteady outside, seating on the chair.

“OH MY…” she said, while the first waves of pleasure started to build inside her.

It was as someone was caressing all her body at the same time, massaging her breasts and her sex with soft and gentle fingers, inside and outside. She tried to move, but she couldn’t, and the pleasure had no way to escape, reverberated by the waterproof material that was encasing her. She mumbled, tried to reach for her crotch, but it was futile, her blocked fingers completely useless, her legs opened in an obscene position that was so natural for a doll. The orgasm hit her as a missile, leaving her breathless.

“Wow, it was years I was not so happy…” she thought, relaxing under the sun.

Some minute after new waves of pleasure started to build, and so she had various orgasms in the following hours. She was quite ready to sit up and shut off the remote, also because the weather was turning to a rainy one, when a sudden blast of wind slammed shut the door, entrapping the girl outside, with her plugs buzzing and her breasts stimulated.

“NO, I CAN’T BELIEVE IT… THE DOOR CAN BE OPENED ONLY WITH THE KEY OR FROM INSIDE. I HAVE TO THINK SOMETHING, OR I WILL BE IN A TROUBLE… MMMM, BUT THESE THINGS DON’T GIVE ME THE TIME TO THINK… OHHH, MMMMMMYYY!” she straightened, falling on her back over the grass, panting for the thundering pleasure that let her spasm. “NOW I’M REALLY IN TROUBLE… WHAT ELSE CAN HAPPEN?”

Rain started to hit her body, soaking her dress.

“THANK YOU FOR THE ANSWER…” she said sad.

It was only four hours after that she heard the door ring and a male voice calling her name.

“JACK! JACK, I’M TRAPPED IN THE GARDEN…”

“Not a good think. How can I help you?”

“THERE IS A KEY UNDER THE RIGHT FLOWERPOT. PLEASE, I’M COMPLETELY WET…”

“A moment, a moment, here we are. A second and I’m with you…” he shouted for the last time, entering in the house and running to open the door in the kitchen.

“THANK YOU… CAN YOU PUSH THE THREE BUTTONS OF THE REMOTE?”

“Yes… Why?”

“COULD YOU PLEASE TURN THEM OFFF… PLEEESSSEEEE… OOOOHH MYYY…” she shouted, having just the time to move inside the house and sustain herself using both hands on the table.

“Are you fine?” he asked quite shocked, after shutting off the plugs.

“YES… YES… JUST MY TWENTY SECOND ORGASM TODAY…” she panted, caressing his cheek with her wet hand. She saw his face. “NO, NO I’M JOKING…” she lied.

Jack was a man in his early thirty, with short black hairs, a well toned body and a pretty, maybe a little too much young face for his age. He was dressed in jeans and a denim jacket, his umbrella dropping water on the floor, his eyes lost on the sight of Jean body, quite perfectly visible under the wet dresses.

“You… you need a hand to be dried and be changed?”

“AH, WHAT… AH, NO, NO PROBLEM. GIVE ME FIVE MINUTES AND I’M ALL FOR YOU. YOU HAVE THE SUIT?”

He nodded indicating a small luggage in the living room.

“WELL, MAYBE YOU CAN HELP ME… COULD YOU PLEASE UNDRESS ME? WE WILL SPEED UP THE THINGS A LITTLE…”

The man, with a quite visible bulge on his pants removed her shirt and jeans, then helped her to seat and he removed the boots.

“THANK YOU. GIVE ME A MINUTE…” she said cheerfully, starting to climb the stairs in her strange motion.

When she returned on the living room, naked as only a doll can be, her shiny skin in some point still wet and presenting drops of rain, Jack had extracted a small flesh toned suit and he was checking it accurately.

“THAT IS THE SUIT?”

“Ah… yes, it is. I know you are thinking it’s little small, but it’s perfect, the material will stretch to cover you perfectly…”

“BUT THERE IS NO ZIP OR NOTHING. HOW YOU CAN CLOSE IT ON MY BACK?”

“I will glue it over your costume.”

“GLUE? BUT IF I WANT TO REMOVE IT?”

“Why?” he asked quite shocked.

“WELL, I DON’T KNOW, BUT…”

“This is only a try… If you want to have a removable one, no problem, we will do a little change so it will be removable. Maybe something that can be operated by your dresser?”

She kissed him on his cheek with her rigid lips, giggling seeing his face turning red.

“I THINK IT WILL BE PERFECT…” She said. “BUT NOW, LET’S TRY THIS…”

The man helped her to step inside the close fitting rubber like material of the suit, and only with a lot of tugs and pushing the legs before and the waist after were covered by the suit. Jack was sweating for the effort and not only for that, considering he had to continue to touch Jean body, that was quite enjoying the shyness of the man. It was only after an hour that the suit was closed and glued on her back.

“I’M SO DIFFERENT?”

“Well, now you are as before, if you don’t consider the waist and the ballet position of the feet…”

“AND THE LACK OF MOBILITY…”

“Oh, it seems you are really good to manage to do things without your limbs mobility. You really impressed me climbing and descending the stairs…”

“REALLY?”

“Well, your body was moving back and forth and… I mean, scientifically you have a real good body…”

“SCIENTIFICALLY?” she insisted, seeing him sweating as a pig, his eyes looking for everything but not her blue ones.

“Yes, but also in the other… I mean, I’m not a pig, but well, you are… I mean… oh my…” he sighed.

“COME ON, COME ON, I WAS JOKING. CAN I SEE MYSELF IN A MIRROR?”

“Y… yes.”

She moved on the stairs again, followed by Jack. In her room the big mirror reflected her old body, also her hairs and all the rest were exactly the same as before.

“BUT, BUT… THIS…”

“No, no, It’s only a fake one. Is not functioning, I’m sorry…” he said. “But it seems that you know still how to enjoy, also if without a man, no?”

“YES… BUT TELL ME THE TRUTH, YOU REALLY THINK I CAN GO OUT, IN A STREET, ALONE?”

“Why not? You can move quite normally, you are really good considering the few possibilities you have to move. With something to cover your lips and a pair of dark glasses you are perfect. Want to try?”

“YOU HAVE…”

“A couple of surgical masks and dark fashion glasses. For the dress, I think you can find something. It seems that the rain is gone. Dare to walk up to the laboratory with me?”

“IT’S A DATE?” she giggled.

“Why not?” he answered giggling too, leaving the room and returning on the living room.

When she descended, she was wearing a large and long pink cotton dress, perfect to hide her tiny waist and the black leather ballet boots.

“Can I have the honor?” he asked, showing her the white surgical mask.

“REALLY FUNNY…” she answered, while the man covered her lower face and tightened the two laces on the back of her head, hiding the knots under the hairs she decided to leave free.

“Now the glasses… perfect.”

While she observed her face and torso in a small mirror, he took the keys that he leaved on the kitchen table.

“And if…” he thought, then he smiled and grabbed, pushing it inside his trouser pocket, the remote for the suit. “Ready? We are leaving…”

The sun was slowly appearing chasing and removing the heavy clouds that were on the sky. For the first time in quite one week Jean was able to see something different than her sister garden or the house were she was trapped due to the costume she was glued in. Also if her vision was impaired by the dark mirror-like glasses and pin holes lenses over her always opened eyes, she was really happy to see other people, and to see also that they were not staring at her.

“Or at least they look at me for a second, I think for the fact I’m wearing a surgical mask, then they continue on their paths disregarding me. Good, good…” she smiled, her muscles blocked under the always smiling lips of the mask.

“So, How is going around as a normal person?” asked Jack, on her side.

“WELL, I HAVE TO ADMIT THAT IS A WONDERFUL SENSATION. AT LEAST I CAN FEEL THE WARM OF THE SUN, BUT NOT THE AIR…”

“I’m really sorry for what happened to you.” He mumbled. “I mean, I know that was an incident, but…”

“NO PROBLEM, JACK, REALLY.” She said. “MY SISTER HAS BEEN ALWAYS A SORT OF MAD SCIENTIST, AND WITH A GIRL LIKE HER, WHEN YOU SPEAK ABOUT INCONVENIENTS, WITH HER THIS IS THE MINIMUM…”

“But…”

“AND EFFECTIVELY, I’M USED TO BE A MANNEQUIN, IF YOU PASS ME THE WORD JOKE…”

He smiled, and nodded.

“And with your work, what do you think to do?”

She stopped, as thinking.

“I DON’T KNOW. I REALLY DON’T KNOW. I HAVE STILL TIME, BUT ALSO IF I WILL HAVE TO START AGAIN AT THE END OF THIS MONTH, MY AGENT WILL CONTACT ME I THINK NEXT WEEK. AND IF JOAN HAS NOT FOUND A SOLUTION FOR THAT DAY…” Jean lifted her rigid hands and arms to her face, but the construction of the arms was impeding her to reach it. She put them down. “SEE, I CAN’T CRY, MY EYES ARE GLUED TO THE PLASTIC THAT IS IMPEDING ALSO TO MY TEARS TO EXIT. I CAN’T ALSO PUT MY HANDS ON MY FACE. IT COULD BE FUNNY AND I WOULD LIKE TO SMILE, IF MY LIPS WERE NOT TRAPPED INSIDE THIS RIGID PRISON THAT IS NOW MY SKIN…” she sniffed.

“No, Jean, please…” he moved in front of her and grabbing her shoulders, his eyes on hers. “Please. You have a problem, yes, but think that anyway you will solve it. There will be a day when your skin will be free, as your face or eyes. But think about other problems. Think about persons that have serious problems…”

“MORE SERIOUS THAN MINE?”

“Do you have both your legs or arms?” he said serious.

“YES, BUT…”

“You can see, hear and talk?”

“YES…”

“There is people that can’t. They have no arms, or legs, or they are blind, and they anyway have a life. You can talk due to the synthesizer, but your condition is an happy one for a mute. Imagine you have no vocal chords, you can’t also do vibrations. This is why I’m studying the various paraphernalia you are using in this moment and that are also embedded in your costume or your body mask, to solve problems. Real problems!” he said, quite shouting at the end.

She sighed as much as she could.

“SORRY.”

He smiled.

“No need. I’m the one that must beg your pardon. I’m always agitated when I speak about my interests. I have no idea of your feeling. I only saw you on the catwalks and…”

“YOU SAW ME?”

“Y… yes.”

“WHEN?”

He blushed, while they restarted to walk.

“Well, since I saw a photo of you from your sister, well, I was curious, so I… I mean, You are really a wonderful woman and…”

She giggled.

“SEEMS THAT YOU HAVE SOME MORE INTEREST ON ME THAN ONLY A SCIENTIFIC ONE, OR I’M WRONG?” He mumbled something, lowering his eyes. “SO?”

“Yes.” He admitted. “I started to find information on you, trying to find all the possible photos form you, looking the fashion shows on television.”

“MY… SEEMS YOU ARE REALLY A FAN. NEVER HAD ONE!”

“I’m sure you are thinking I’m a maniac…”

“NOOO.” she giggled again “WELL, ONLY A LITTLE…” she laughed, mocking him.

He sighed.

“At least my search on you has been useful to create the skin you are now on. I obtained it using all the photos and videos I have about you.” He stopped again, looking at her. “Please, don’t think bad of me…”

“NO, NO. BE SURE, I’M PLEASANTLY SURPRISED ABOUT WHAT YOU SAID, CONSIDERING THAT I’M NOT REALLY A FAMOUS ONE MODEL. DO YOU LIKED ME? I MEAN, WHEN I WAS NORMAL?”

“Yes, and I like you also now. I mean, also when I saw you on the dolly form. It was in some way a sort of you, also if artificial, but it was like seeing a Barbie designed over your forms…”

“APART THE WAIST. IT’S QUITE A TIGHT CORSET THIS ONE I’M WEARING.”

“Oh, but the effect is incredible…” he said, lust in his eyes, immediately watching the floor as soon he understood she was looking on you.

“DO YOU REALLY LIKE ME… ALSO IN THIS FORM?”

He nodded shy, blushing heavily. She stopped, sighing.

“There is some problem?”

“WELL, I’M QUITE TIRED TO WALK. THE FACT TO HAVE MY LEGS RIGID AND TO WALK ONLY ON THE TIP OF THE TOES IS TIRING ME A LOT. CAN WE HAVE A LITTLE STOP?”

“No problem. Anyway we have already done half of the trip, and I don’t know if you noted, but no one watched you two times. It seems that you can go around easily.”

“AH, THIS IS REALLY FANTASTIC, BUT I DON’T KNOW IF I COULD STAND OUT… ALONE.”

“What do you mean with this?”

“I’M DEPENDENT ON PEOPLE ANYWAY. ON YOU NOW, FOR EXAMPLE, BECAUSE I CAN’T REMOVE GLASSES OR MASK, OR IF I FELL, COMING UP AGAIN WITHOUT REVEALING MY TRUE NATURE…”

“Well, this means that we will find someone that will follow you as a little dog.” He smiled.

“SOMEONE LIKE WHO?” she said, half sad, half praying on a certain answer. She saw what he took from her sister house, and if he was enough kink to grab the remote controller, maybe he was enough kink also to use it on her. The idea he could use it on public, without any possibility for her to stop him, was starting to move around her mind and stomach in a pleasant way.

“Arf, arf…” he barked smiling, then he looked around and pointed his finger in a certain direction, across the street. “Ah, here we are! That bar will be perfect.”

“WHY THAT?” she asked, while she was singing inside her for his answer.

“A lot of high stools on. Perfect for you to lean on it without showing you can’t bend the legs.”

“I’M ALSO THIRSTY. DAMN THAT I CAN’T SIP SOMETHING WITHOUT MY SPECIAL TOOL…”

“Why not? Come on, you are a normal people, only with some small problems of movements on the limbs. I will put down the mask and give you a straw.”

“IN MY NOSTRIL!?”

“What do you want?”

“WHAT?”

“What do you want to drink?” he repeated.

“AN ORANGE JUICE.” She answered not convinced.

He laughed while entering on the bar.

“Welcome.” Greeted them the owner, near the entrance.

“Good afternoon. Can we have a coffee and an orange juice?” he asked, seating on a near stool.

The man nodded and started to prepare the drinks, while Jean moved to another one near him and leaned on it, sighing in relief.

“AND NOW?” she said, trying to reduce her vibration, so the volume of the device. “WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO, MY LOYAL DOG?”

He smiled and undone the upper lace of the mask, letting it dangling in front of her masked face, immobile but at first view normal.

The barman gave them the drinks and continued to do his chores, not looking at her two times.

“See? He didn’t saw your face is false. And for the juice, well, let me just put this straw on the liquid and the other end on your mouth… here… I have to say you that I changed a little the external skin so now if you push a straw or something similar inside the false lips of the suit, they will cling to it and the inner pipe is already connected to your nostril pipe on the stomach, and at the same time the other nostril is half closed, so you can just sip inspiring as normal. Try.”

“REALLY?”

“Try.”

She did, and she was near to cry seeing that the juice was going down and inside the straw and down on her stomach.

“WONDERFUL!” she said, putting both rigid hands on the bench and enjoying the drink as her friend did.

When she finished, she moved her head on the side, and the straw detached quite naturally. She noted he was looking at her, but not her eyes or her situation, but her rigid body, her hands and arms, fixed in that sort of quite unnatural position. She tested if he was looking at her while thinking to something else, and moved her left arm. His eyes moved with her limb.

“DO YOU LIKE WHAT YOU ARE SEEING?”

“Uhm? Sorry, I was thinking…”

“YOU WERE LOOKING AT MY HANDS. WHY? DO YOU LIKE THEM?”

“Y… yes. I like you…” he said mumbling

“JACK, TELL ME. YOU LIKE ME ALSO IN THIS FORM. WHY?”

“No… I mean, I like you, because also if I see you in the doll, anyway under your shiny tight suffocating plastic skin you are always yourself, but I like you also if you are covered because I like… the aspect you have…”

“SO YOU LIKE MY DOLLY SUIT?” she asked while they started to go out and started to move again in the laboratory direction. “YOU LIKE ME IN… THIS?”

He didn’t answer, occupied to fix again the mask over her face. But blushed.

“Done… Perfect as before.” He mumbled.

“THANK YOU.”

“No problem. If it’s only this that I have to do for you.”

“YOU DIDN’T ANSWER TO MY QUESTION. OK. I CHANGE THE QUESTION. I’M SORRY TO SAY I’M QUITE A DIRECT PERSON. DO YOU WANT TO PLAY WITH ME?”

“Play?”

“YES, PLAY. I’M A DOLL UNDER MY FALSE HUMAN SKIN, SO WHAT YOU CAN DO WITH A DOLL? YOU PLAY WITH THEM. YOU TOUCH THEM, YOU MOVE THEM. IF YOU ARE HAPPY, I’M HAPPY.”

“But… but… Jean, are you mad?”

She moved her head to negate.

“NO, JACK. I KNOW WHAT YOU HAVE IN YOUR POCKET, AND I’M ALSO A REAL WOMAN UNDER MY FALSE DOLL SKIN, SO CORRECT ME IF I’M WRONG, BUT YOU LIKE MY ARTIFICIAL APPEARANCE, CONSIDERING HOW YOU BLUSHED IN THE HOUSE AND HOW YOU WERE LOOKING MY RIGID ARMS AND SO ON. PLAY WITH ME, AND IF YOU ARE SATISFIED, GIVE ME SOME REWARD WITH YOUR THREE MAGIC BUTTONS, DUE TO THE FACT I CANNOT PLAY WITH YOUR JOYSTICK.”

“Oh my… You are serious?” he said, blushing while she arrived really near him. With one of her hands she touched slightly his crotch, sensing the bulging.

“DO YOU LIKE WHAT YOU SEE?”

He nodded.

“Demonstrate me…”

He looked on her fixed eyes, then he moved a little away, putting his hand on the pocket. A small vibration started on the two dildoes on her crotch, letting her moaning slowly, panting through the nose and leaning on a wall as after a long run.

“PLEASE… PLEASE NOT SO SLOW…” she begged. “PLEASE INCREASE… I’M GOING CRAZY…”

“I will do something more, but for now it’s enough…” he smiled also if blushing, stopping the movements of the vibrators. “This night. I know that you have to leave the house, this evening your sister husband will be back.”

2YEAH… BUT AFTER THIS NIGHT? WHERE I WILL GO? I CAN’T STAY ON THE LABORATORY, AND GOING ALONE IN A HOTEL…”

“Can you consider the possibility to move on my home? I’m single, my house is big and I know how to manage everything on your skin and over your skin.” he blushed, trying to act as a sure man, but he was sweating a lot. “And maybe I know also how to manage something under your skin. Inside you.”

“ACCEPTED.” She said, more for the lust to have some more sexual pleasure, not thinking she quite didn’t know him. But he was gentle, and well, she was well protected against rape.

Both moved happy to the laboratory, his hand grabbing her rigid form and hugging it, while the other started again the remote, a little more strong, that time.

The clock lancets arrived at seven o’clock. Outside the sun was going down, and also the hopes of Joan. Also that day the tries with the new solvent they created was not useful, and so Jean, her sister, was still trapped inside her dolly costume. At least the false skin Jack created and glued to her was perfect, and if someone was not looking attentive to her, no one could say she was rigid as a mannequin.

“SO?”

“Nothing. We arrived quite near the solution, but there is something missing, there is a small something that is rendering the glue perfect. Up to now…” answered the brunette sighing.

“YOU ARE TIRED, AND ME TOO. CAN WE CONTINUE TOMORROW?”

“It’s Friday today…”

“AH, YES, JACK, RIGHT. WELL, THIS MEANS THAT I HAVE A WHOLE WEEKEND IN THIS COSTUME AND YOU HAVE TWO DAYS TO RELAX WITH LAUREN AND ALBERT.”

“My husband! And how we can do with you? I can not leave Lauren again to my mother-in-law, and Albert will be mad to know what I have done to you.” She cried.

“NO PROBLEM. WE HAVE FOUND THE SOLUTION, I WILL GO WITH HIM.” she said, patting jack shoulder with her rigid mitten that was enclosing her real fingers.

“What?”

“Well, we would like to tell you before, but you were so interested in your trial, and so…” he babbled “You know, we would like to…”

“WHAT HE WANT TO SAY YOU IS THAT HE CAN HANDLE ME AND HE CAN BE MY HOST UNTIL YOU FIND A SOLUTION. WE HAVE ONLY TO MOVE MY SPECIAL TOOLS FROM MY ROOM TO HIS HOUSE AND I WILL BE SAFE.”

“But you… Jack… You don’t know him!” she said, looking in a bad way the man, that blushed.

“WHAT HE CAN DO WITH ME? RAPE ME? I HOPE SO, AT THIS POINT. THIS MEANS HE CAN AT LEAST REMOVE SOME OF THE HARD SHELL THAT IS ENTRAPPING ME. I WILL BE SAFE, JEAN, SAFE AS I WAS IN YOUR HOME.”

“But… but…”

“OK, IT’S DECIDED.” She giggled, knowing that cutting the discussion was the only way for her to move to her new home. And she was quite eager to move, considering she was sure he would be happy to use the remote, he had in his pocket, on her. She hoped he would use a lot on her. “JACK, CAN YOU HELP ME? I’M NOT EXACTLY GOOD TO DRIVE A CAR TO TAKE MY DRESSES AND SO ON…”

“Yes, sure…” he answered, grabbing her by the waist and helping her to sit up from the clinical table she was.

After she was dressed, always helped by her sister and her friend, the three went to the Joan house and in half an hour they packed the dresses and the special devices on Jack car.

“Are you sure that…”

“YES, I’M SURE. AND ANYWAY YOU CAN ALWAYS PHONE ME, IF YOU FEEL SCARED. COME ON, YOU WILL MISS ME ONLY A COUPLE OF DAY. ENJOY YOUR DAUGHTER, IT’S ONE WEEK SHE DOESN’T SEE YOU AND YOU DON’T SEE HER. AND KISS ALBERT FOR ME. A BIG ONE.”

“Ok.” She smiled and waived her hand until the car disappeared on the night. “Let’s hope all will be good.” She thought, reentering in the house.

“SO, MY KNIGHT, YOU ARE LEADING ME TO YOUR CASTLE?” she said.

“More… more or less…” he smiled. “It’s not a big house, but there is a spare room that will be perfect for you. There is a bed, a small wardrobe, similar to the one you had in your room.”

“AND YOUR BED? HOW IT IS?”

“Mine… Why?”

“WELL, I HOPE YOURS IT WILL BE BIG ENOUGH FOR TWO PERSONS, OR AT LEAST FOR A PERSON AND A DOLL…”

He blushed and started to sweat a lot. She laughed and giggled until they arrived at his house, where he parked and moved the various devices on the spare room, while she just seated on the sofa, after he refused her help.

“Finished.” he sighed, then watched the clock on the wall. “Oh, it’s late. What do you want as a dinner? I have a wonderful orange juice, or a pear juice. Tomorrow we will organize for some better food.” He smiled, sitting near her.

“I DON’T NEED FOOD, AT THE MOMENT…”

“No? What do you need? There is something I can do for you?”

“OHHH, YES. BUT FIRST OF ALL, CAN YOU REMOVE MY SKIN?”

“Really?”

“YES. IT SEEMS THAT THE SKIN YOU PUT ON ME IT’S PERFECT, BUT IS INTERFERING TOO MUCH WITH THE AIR CONDITIONING OF THE SUIT.”

“Ah, the Peltier cells. So, you are sweating inside it?”

“NO, THIS IS THE POINT. I CAN’T. THE GLUE IS SO INSIDE MY SKIN THAT I CAN’T, SO I’M REALLY BOILING INSIDE THE DOLLY, BUT ONLY ON THIS LAST HOURS, THIS IS WHY I WAS SO TIRED.”

“I understand. This is a problem…” he mumbled. “Let at least remove your outer skin and cool you down.”

“I DON’T WANT TO BE COOLED DOWN…” she said, moving her mitten slightly until she found his crotch and pressed as much as she could. “UNDERSTOOD?”

“Yes. I think I understood.” He smiled, pushing more her rigid hand over his member, finding it hard and pulsing. “Let me help you. Maybe I can do something.” he smiled, moving his free hand on her back and opening the zip of her dress, then helping her to sit up and undressing her completely.

“JACK…”

“You are so beautiful…” he said, kneeling in front of her and massaging her slim waist with his hands, his mouth so near her false yet sensual secret flower. “You are so beautiful…”

“JACK, PLEASE…” she sighed. “YOU KNOW WHAT I NEED.”

He nodded, kissing the plastic pussy himself created, then he sat up and grabbed her mittens.

“Come on. I need to cool you down and arouse you at the same time.”

“WHAT ARE YOU SAYING? WHERE WE ARE GOING?”

“I need a shower, and you too, so I can remove from your dolly surface the traces of the glue I used for the masking skin.”

She giggled and moved with him on the bathroom, where he used some special solvent to free her, until he was in front of him, naked as only a doll can be, her rigid and shiny lips so ready for him, so smiling at him. The water was warm and perfumed, the bath tube ready for them. They entered, before the man, then her, helped inside because he just grabbed her slender waist and lifted her on the white tube.

“SEEMS YOU ARE REALLY HAPPY TO SEE ME.”

“Yes…” he sighed, his hand going down to stroke slightly his member, fully erected.

“NO, JACK, PLEASE. LET ME DO SOMETHING FOR YOU.”

“But only after we cooled down.” He smiled, starting to move tenderly a big soaped sponge all over her body, leaving the water run over the plastic. “How is?”

“AROUSING…” she sighed. “AND FRUSTRATING AT THE SAME TIME, BECAUSE I CAN SENSE THE COLD OF THE WATER BUT NOT THE SOFTNESS OF YOUR MOVEMENTS. AND I CAN’T CLOSE MY EYES TO ENJOY BETTER THE SENSATION.”

“You can’t?!” he howled with incredulity.

“YOU DIDN’T KNOW THIS? I WAS BELIEVING YOU PROJECTED THE SUIT WITH MY SISTER.”

“Yes, but she did some detail, and I was not worried about it. How she arrived to…” he signaled his eyes, while continuing to move the sponge over her body. One of her mittens started to found his member and to touch it, stroking it, also if in a strange, and not totally satisfying for both, way.

“SHE SAID SHE USED SOME… FIN, OR SOMETHING SIMILAR… I KNOW ONLY THAT THEY STRETCHED MY EYES TOTALLY OPEN, AND I CAN NOT CLOSE THEM OR MOVE THEM IF NOT SLOWLY, OR THEY HURT. HOPEFULLY THE PLASTIC OVER MY EYES IS SO TIGHT IS NOT LET MY EYES DRY, AND IT’S BREATHABLE, BUT AS A COUNTERPART I CAN NOT CRY OR DO NOTHING WITH THEM…”

“Ah, yes. Now I remember you said something when we were together. I have to find a way to let you close the eyes, or if you go in the bright sun…”

“BUT AT THE MOMENT I DON’T WANT TO CLOSE MY EYES…” she giggled, using also her other mitten to touch his cock. She discovered that with some effort she arrive to touch it with both and obtain a quite effective massage, judging the moans escaping from his lips.

“Jean, please…” he murmured, grabbing her hands and freeing his member. “Not now. Let me finish to clean you. The glue over your body in some point is like a scar. I don’t like you with such an horrible defect.”

“YOU DON’T LIKE DEFECTIVE DOLLS?”

“Yes, some way like this…” he answered, kissing her rigid and long neck.

“I will kill to feel the sensation of your lips over me…” she sighed.

“ONE DAY, ONE DAY MAYBE…” he said continuing to kiss her plastic body, from the neck to the breast, sucking the rigid nipple, then up again until their lips touched, and also if she know she couldn’t feel anything, she pressed hers over his mouth.

“Jhhean…” he mumbled, trying to move his tongue inside her mouth, and only at the third try he arrived to touch her, fixed in the slot created for her, for rendering her totally mute. “You hare shhho gooood…”

“THANK YOU. YOU CAN’T IMAGINE THE JOY TO FEEL FINALLY SOMETHING. SEEMS THAT THE PLASTIC OVER MY TONGUE IS NOT SO THICK, SO I CAN FEEL YOUR HEAT AND THE FACT YOU ARE MOVING INSIDE ME…”

He extracted his tongue, a small drop of saliva running from her lips to her neck. He quickly whipped it away and finished to clean her and himself.

After they were also dried, he leaded her in the bedroom.

“You are tired?”

“YES…” she said, moving over the big bed and laying on its center. “TIRED TO WAIT… COME HERE, I NEED YOU.”

“Me and my remote, eh?” he smiled, all the traces of the shyness washed away with the shower and the excitement clearly visible.

“YES…”

He grabbed it from the pocket of his trousers, looked at her over the bed and pushed the three buttons, regulating the intensity to a medium setting. She started to moan, but he know that she couldn’t reach the orgasm.

“Now you will really need to do something for me, if you want to be a good dolly. A good rewarded dolly…” he smiled as a predator, sitting on the bed and them kneeling quite over her, his cock just in front of her mittens, to help her to touch it. “More I’m going near the heaven, more you will go.”

She giggled, starting to move her rigid hands up and down slowly, moving his flesh, stimulating him more and more. He moved slightly the intensity control, and she sighed. His tongue started to lick her breasts and her neck, then went up to her face, playing outside her mouth, with her lips, then up, sucking her nostrils, stopping her breath for a second.

“JACK!”

“Just a little play, my love…” he smiled, cutting again her air entrance, then starting to inhale with his nose and exhale with his mouth and viceversa, giving her the necessary air, the pace similar to her pace on her cock.

“IT’S SO AROUSING. I NEVER DID IT BEFORE, BUT IT’S SO… SO… STRANGE.”

He put at the maximum the vibrations for a second, then turned them again to a medium setting, moving his mouth to her eyes, kissing one at time, licking one at time, breathing heavily due to the increasing pace of her mittens.

“I’m quite ready…” he whispered, moving up the level of stimulation of her toys.

“ME TOO…”

He moved again his mouth over hers and licked with some difficulty her lips and her tongue. He was really near the edge, her pace quite furious, until he put everything at the maximum level.

“Oh my god!” she cried, deepening the strokes. After some second he howled inside her, his cry muffled by the plastic prison he decided to put his tongue, that was dancing over Jean one.

He stopped the vibrators and exited her mouth, smiling and puffing.

“Oooops…” he giggled, looking what he did over her.

“PLEASE…”

“A doll can not ask thing. She can only have what she deserved…”

“BUT YOU…YOU SAID… I WAS SO CLOSE, SO…” she mumbled, trying to move and sit.

He pushed her down.

“Dolls don’t move. And…” he grabbed the edge of her synthesizer. “Don’t talk!” he giggled, removing it.

“Mmmghtt… Nnnght…” she tried to speak, but without that small object she was quite mute.

He jumped on the floor and run on another room.

Jean, disappointed, tried to lift up and run away, but as soon as she arrived to sit up he was already returning, a sponge in his hands to clean her. He guided her on the bed again, and with the vibrators at a low setting he removed every trace of him from the plastic skin, while she mumbled incoherently for the strange sensations he was feeling. In some way she wanted to cum, but in another she wanted to leave the time as she was in that moment for an eternity, so near yet so far from the orgasm.

“Do you trust me?”

She shook her head while caressing his face.

“Thanks. Give me a second and you will discover the pure heaven…” he said, leaving her alone, her breast stimulator a little higher in intensity to let her moans be audible. She was sure she could talk she would shout her pleasure to the world.

A big cardboard box arrived, moved on the room by him. Inside there was a sort of mannequin head and other two parts of a mannequin.

“Mmmmghtt, nnnghhtt…”

“Yes, I know you need to come and you won’t know what these things are, but you will discover soon.. I need to sleep, and you too.”

“Mmmghtt, nnghtt…” she shook her head. She wanted not to sleep, she wanted pleasure.

“I know, I know. You will have both. Rest and pleasure. You are a doll, no? But doll when not used by their masters, are not allowed to move…”

She started to understand the purpose of the mannequin parts.

“Mmmghtt…”

“I will sleep with you in the bed, but you will be as a real dolly. You will be able to breathe, but this is all. No voice, no hear, no sight, no movements. As a real dolly without her master.” She sat up and kissed his lips with hers. He enjoyed the kiss, then licked her hands, her lips again and eyes. “Let say that I was involved in the creation of the model for your doll costume, and I used it also for some… small personal interest. With these part on, a woman can move only arms and legs under elbows and knees, and the waist. With your already restricted possibility to move, you will be totally immobile. The mask has only small nostrils holes, the same you have on your nose, so no worry to suffocate, but it have no other openings, and the pads over your ears will cut your hearing. I will close the mask, that as you can see has also the neck embedded and not movable, on you, then the other parts.” He explained while opening the hinged parts of the plastic armor like equipments She let him enclose her shoulders. And with some effort he closed also the crotch part.

“Ready?”

“Mmm… Mmm.”

He lifted her head and put the back part of the mask resting on the bed, cupping her head, then lowered the second part over her and clicked it in place.

Everything was dark and silent for her. She tested her movements, but she found she had no one. She was stuck, she was helpless, she was no more human, only an object able only to breath. And she loved it.

Then, the three toys started at the maximum intensity. She tried to scream, she tried to ask him to stop that delicious torture, but she couldn’t. She was alone, alone in the dark of her prison, no more human, only a dolly inside a doll costume. She wanted only to cum.

Her desire was satisfied a lot of times that night.

Time moved, and after two weeks Jean was perfectly at home in Jack’s house. She was going each day from the apartment to the laboratory with him, then she went back home on the afternoon alone, walking, her plastified and dollified body masked by another waterproof skin simulating a real human skin.

“Maybe I can get used to be a doll…” she thought one day, while preparing the dinner for her lover. “If not for the heat trapped inside me. There is no way to cool down the suit with the false human skin, but I don’t like so much to be a shiny doll when my love is not around. It makes me feel so helpless and artificial.”

She started to check the chicken in the oven, the fork fixed to her rigid hand with one of the various strange yet ingenious items Jack created in the years to fulfill his doll fetish, but now really useful for her. He created a sort of doll suit for himself, but he was not able to be dressed totally, due to the lack of movement of his hands if both were enclosed in the gloves.

He showed to her the suit two days before and she helped as much as she could to entrap him inside, but his left hand had to be left free. He was really beautiful, and they made love that way, rigid and shiny.

Her orgasms were perfect, and also it made him really happy. She was craving to taste and feel his real member inside her, when she would be freed from the suit, at that moment her skin since more or less three weeks.

“The chicken is quite ready. It’s better if I take a shower to cool down and start to prepare myself for him. I want to be perfect for him tonight…”

She moved rigidly, but not without a strange grace, her high heeled boots clicking on the floor. She had opted for a pair of red under the knee length boots in shiny PVC, a red cotton sleeveless top and a short white tennis skirt.

Her arms and hands were sheathed with black shiny rubber like opera gloves, not for fashion reasons, but to protect the false skin from the heat and also to permit to fix the various items she needed to manage herself and the house.

Arriving in the bedroom, she stepped in the special machine that undressed her, remaining only in her outer false skin. Bald because the wig has been removed also. Jean took a long shower, cooling down, then she was dried and redressed by the same machine, after choosing the first dress she had as a doll, a pink vinyl minidress. She step in knee length high heeled boots and let the machine comb her wig in wonderful and very Lolita style pig tails at her head side.

She moved to the kitchen again, looked at the dinner and happy with the results she heavily landed on the sofa, her legs straight and opened as only a doll can do, due to the lack of movements and rotation on knees and hips.

She sighed and relaxed, also if she could not close her eyes due to the internal fins her sister added to a better doll appearance. She just looked, fix in a point, until her brain practically forget what she was looking. Her way to close her eyes.

Some minutes after her mobile rang. As with the remaining items in the room, that one has also been slightly modified for her, so she could easily grab it and answer with the special black gloves she had on.

“Oh my…” she thought., “It’s Chris, my agent. What the hell does he wants from me? There is still one week before the first appointment.”

The phone continued to ring, then stopped.

She sighed.

The phone rang again, and that time it didn’t stop until she decided to answer.

“HELLO?”

“Jean? It’s you?”

“YES CHRIS. HOW ARE YOU?”

“Fine, fine, but I have a problem, and you are the only one who can solve it. Where are you?”

“ON VACATION, YOU REMEMBER?”

“Yes, yes, but where exactly? I need to speak with you as soon as possible. We have a big chance for a wonderful job, but this means you have to stop your holiday lets say tomorrow. Are you interested?” he asked, but his tone was not expecting a negative answer.

“YES, BUT THERE IS A PROBLEM…”

“Are you abroad?”

“NO, I’M IN MY SISTERS TOWN, AT A FRIENDS HOME. BUT THE PROBLEM IS ANOTHER.”

“I can solve anything. Give me the address; I will be there in half an hour.”

“CHRIS…”

“The address. I can solve everything.”

She sighed.

“OK. BUT BE READY FOR A BIG SHOCK. I’M NOT AT MY BEST.”

“Are you sick? Your voice is strange, or maybe is the mobile line not working correctly. It seems metallic and artificial.”

“IT’S A LONG STORY. COME HERE, BUT I CAN NOT PROMISE ANYTHING.”

After closing the conversation with her agent, she phoned Jack, informing about the news and her fears. He promised to arrive as soon as possible, and not to be worried. He was really near the solution to let her be free.

When the doorbell rang, two hours after the first phone conversation, she was already on her feet, near the door. She opened it and her agent, a man in his forties, black hair cut really short and a expensive italian business suit entered as a fury.

“Hi Jean. How are you? Nice dress, also if not your style, but perfect for what I have in mind. Can I ask you some water? No, better something strong, I need to recollect my idea after another phone call to the stylist.”

“CHRIS…”

He seated himself on the sofa, then he looked at her.

“What’s wrong with your voice? Are you sick? You said something about a big shock. What’s the problem?”

“IT’S A LONG STORY, AS I SAID. MAYBE IT’S BETTER AFTER THE DRINK. BURBON IT’S OK?”

He nodded, looking at her while she moved.

“Tell me, you already had the information and you are playing with me?”

“NO. WHY?”

“Ok. So why these movements so rigid, and the voice, and the dress?”

“IT’S PART OF THE LONG STORY.”

“I’m waiting.” He said.

She explained him the situation since the begining, and she showed him it was not a joke removing her wig and let him look at the seams of the outer skin.

Chris was astonished, but before he could start with the questions, Jean’s lover arrived at home.

“So you are the agent of my dear doll.”

“Yes… I have to say that the story she told me it is quite strange.”

Jack laughed.

“Yes, it is. And you didn’t see her real skin.”

“JACK!”

“Why not, Jean?”

“BUT I’M ALREADY NAKED THIS WAY…”

“You are not naked. I have to remember you that you are trapped inside a full suit, with no possibility to remove it? Also if I remove the outer skin, you are still trapped in the doll suit. Or have you decided that the doll is your skin?” he joked.

“NO, BUT, YOU KNOW, ONLY YOU SAW…”

Chris coughed, slightly embarrassed.

“I understand that it’s quite difficult for you to show me the suit you are trapped in, but I believe that I need to see it, because maybe we can profit of your situation, you know?”

“WHAT ARE YOU SPEAKING OF?”

“If you can remove the skin or not?”

“OK, JACK, BUT PLEASE, THEN REDRESS ME QUICKLY. I REALLY FEEL NAKED…”

“As you want, my love.”

Jack started to remove the outer skin glue, using the special solvent he had.

“The contract this stylist is proposing is for a special haute couture line, inspired by the dresses of the most famous plastic doll of this world. He needs people to be able to act on the catwalk as a doll. You know, rigid hands, fixed eyes and so on…”

“YES, MAYBE I KNOW…” she said sadly.

“Ok, ok. You could be his queen, the lead model, the first to open and the last to close, with the wedding dress and all the applauses.”

“THIS WAY?” she asked, while her lover zipped up the dress over her shiny skin and repositioning the wig over the false face.

“Exactly. Jean, you are perfect. You don’t have to act as a doll, you are one. It will be the other girls that have to adjust themselves.”

“How?”

“Well, Jack, the stylist said he was thinking about some heavy make-up and some rubber gloves over they hands, along with rigid movements of the legs and arms.”

“Good, but the difference between Jean and them will be so obvious that maybe the final result will be not good at all.”

“Yeah, effectively now that you are saying this, I can see also that she and them would be on two too far levels.”

“But…” he started, thinking.

“I DON’T LIKE THAT FACE. LAST TIME YOU DID IT YOU DECIDED TO TRY SOMETHING STRANGE ON ME TO LET ME FREE. WHAT ARE YOU THINKING OF?”

“How many models will be present on the catwalk?”

“I believe five, maximum six. Why?”

Jack didn’t answer. He closed his eyes and started to mumble at himself like a real mad scientist.

“What he is doing?”

“NOTHING YOU WILL LIKE, BE SURE…”

“It can be done, but I need all the day to create what I need. It’s the stylist ready to pay something to obtain her dolls?” Jack said loud, looking directly on Chris eyes.

“WHAT ARE YOU SAYING? NOT WHAT I BELIEVE YOU ARE THINKING. ONE DOLL SUIT IS MORE THAN A PROBLEM, BUT SIX…”

“No, my love, you will be the only doll, be sure of it.”

“Can you create new suits similar to hers in just three days?”

“No kidding, Chris. No way to create another one of it, but maybe I can have something for you.” He smiled, while Chris was touching cautiously Jean left arm.

“JACK? WHAT ARE YOU SPEAKING OF?”

“Let me do a phone call. The budget?”

“More or less twenty thousand dollars, maximum, but I need to have the photos of the models within today.”

“I believe that’s no problem. Give me a minute.” He said, making a number on the mobile keyboard.

“JACK? WHAT’S YOUR IDEA?”

“It’s a surprise, but be sure, no one will be harmed and I will try a couple of ideas I had. And you will be able to model in your doll suit, and all will be happy to see you and you will be famous. Trust me.” He whispered, smiling.

The agent smiled closing the phone call.

“Accepted. Give me an e-mail address for the photos and call me when everything is ready, but no later than three days from now.”

“Deal.” Jack said, shaking Chris hand.

“See you in three days, this is the address of the stylist. At two o’clock in the afternoon, perfect as you are now. And I don’t want to see your outer skin, also if it’s your true identity. I want to let the stylist see your doll face and skin. You are beautiful really a mans dream come true.” He said, rushing out the house.

“Strange person.”

“YES. ARE YOU SURE ABOUT IT?”

“Why not? You can be a model also this way, no? Paid to be sealed in plastic.”

“COOL.” She tried to smile, but she couldn’t, her face blocked in a permanent half smile by the mask.

“My true identity… Now who is the true Jean? The one I can remember or the shiny one when I remove the outer skin?” she thought, while moving on the kitchen and serve the dinner.

The catwalk day arrived, and Jean was not at all sure that this idea of Jack’s would work.

“At least you could tell me your plan.” She said, her voice natural due to the new mounted synthesizer.

“No way. It’s a surprise for everyone, but as I already assured you ten thousand of times, no harm will be done to the models and no one will be interested in why you are trapped in a shiny suit or something similar.”

“Ok, ok. But how do you think to create six new dolls without entrapping them?”

“Too much questions, my dear. I’ll have to remove your voice for a while?”

“Only if you are naked and on our bed.”

“Mmm, you are tempting me.” He smiled.

“Stupid. And look ahead while driving.”

“As you want, but be prepared. I will trap the girls with a system similar to the one that is trapping you, and I will remove your and their voice for the catwalk duration.”

“What?”

“No fear. The battery charging their systems is really small and no glue is added. Furthermore, the thickness of their costumes is so low that they would be able to move also when activated, with some difficulty.”

“No other dolls like me?”

“No.” he smiled. “you are the only one and the best.”

They arrived at the building where the catwalk show would begin in a couple of hours. He showed his pass to the guard at the entrance, and they parked on the rear, near a small door.

The man lead his lover inside, so she could already start to be prepared. Chris was already in, and he took the solvent from Jack hands with some reluctance.

“I have nothing to do but move a wet rag over her skin… sorry, her suit that simulates the real skin?”

“Yes. Nothing more, nothing less. I have some trips to do with the cardboard boxes with the stuff necessary for the other models.”

“Everything fine?”

He just nodded, disappearing down the corridor.

It was only when Chris finished removing the outer skin from Jean that the other man moved the last cardboard box from his car trunk to a big table. Meanwhile the stylist arrived with the six models.

“Ah, my friend.” He said. He was tall, fat, with a pitch high voice and a smile like a shark. “So everything is fine? I will have six dolls for me?”

“No.” he answered, looking at the smile disappearing on the man face. “You will have seven dolls. Jean is the number one, then there will be the other dolls.”

“Ah yes, yes, I see. The costume is perfect, and I see she is used to it as it was on her skin for so long. You used a lot of time to learn to move so good as a doll?”

“Quite a lot, yes.” She answered, knowing, because Chris said it to her before, that the stylist was not aware of her real condition.

“But the result is perfect, really perfect.”

“Thank you.”

“And also my other jewels will be as her?”

“No, I’m sorry.” Chris answered. “She is a sort of piece of art. Your models will be really beautiful, but not real dolls. They will be apparently dolls.”

“But how?” one of the girls asked. “We are able to walk and move rigidly, and maintain the smile or the eyes opened for a long time, but I saw Jean. She never batted her eyes.”

“Because this is a mask, a special one that blocks opened the eyes.”

“Really? Oh my… It’s not dangerous?”

“No, because a lot of things that are techno-babble. Let me say only that you will be able to do the same. All of you, under the bathrobe you have on, are dressed only in your underwear?”

“Yes.” All of them said.

“Good.” Nodded Jack. “I kindly ask you to disrobe yourselves and move in front of the box that has your name stitched on.”

The girls did, then he started from the girl at the extreme left, a redhaired with dark eyes and a prominent bosom.

“Amanda Loony” he read on the paper. “You have, as all the girls, to encase your head, but also, and only for you, the right arm and the legs, the left one from foot to knee, the other one up to the crotch.

“Sorry? What?”

“I will show you.” He said, opening the box. Inside there was a perfect replica of her face, a sort of glove and she could see two feet. “Here, this is the mask. Everyone has hers, perfectly encasing the face, reducing the movement of the head to nothing, and the neck also is restrained. To fix it correctly and let you breath freely, you can see that there are two small pipes that will go on your nostrils, and a molded piece that will go in your mouth to center the mask and to avoid having you speak.”

“Why?” asked the stylist.

“Dolls can’t speak.” Answered Jean, understanding her lover plan and loving it.

“But you can.” Retorted another girl.

“Not for so long. I will be gagged also in a matter of seconds. Jack?”

“Ah, yes. Chris, the small button just at the base of the neck, where the wig starts. Push it for one second.”

The man did as he was told, and a faint noise will be heard on the room.

“Mmmmmmgh, nnnghh!” was what Jean said looking at the model that spoke before.

“Oh my… She is really gagged!”

“It makes sense. Dolls can’t speak. Go ahead.” Smiled the stylist.

He nodded.

“Amanda, are you ready?”

She moved slowly her head, nodding.

Jack stretched the mask over the girl head.

“I will feel something strange?”

“Only some feeling of tightness for some seconds, then nothing more.” He said covering the girl head. “Breath slowly and open your mouth totally, until the gag will slip inside your lips. Here, here. Good.”

The neck made of rubber snapped in place.

“Boooh isss nn rrghd.”

“I know it’s not rigid. I have just to complete your costume and connect it to a small battery.”

“A costume with a battery?”

“It’s difficult to explain, but let only say that the small quantity of energy that I will feed on the costume will be enough to remove her movements. The same for all the other girls.”

The man finished dressing the model with the strange and shiny pieces, then he let her turn so he could see her back and from his pocket he extracted a small rectangular item similar to a mobile phone battery. He inserted it in a specific slot inside the mask neck base, and immediately the parts of the body covered with the costume became motionless as the ones of a doll.

“How’s that now? Rigid?” he smiled helping the girl to turn and face him.

“Mmmmghh!” was her only answer, while moving slowly to a mirror and see her appearance.

“What do you think, sir?” Jack asked to the stylist, literally with his mouth opened in a big surprise. “Do you think that they could appear as the dolls you needed?”

He only nodded, then smiled like a shark.

“Let dress the other girls also…”

It was only one hour later that six girls were half naked, half covered in a waterproof layer of shiny rubber that was acting as a shell, an armor over them, depriving them of speech, movement of the neck and movement of limbs. Some were more lucky then others, with only the two legs and the chest blocked, but Laureen for example was not so happy to have the whole upper body blocked exactly as Jean, and she mumbled incoherently for a while before accepting her fate for the next five or six hours, when the catwalk would finish.

“Now that all of you are ready, I believe that it’s time for you to go to the backstage and start to try the dresses.” Said a smiling stylist, a strange light in his eyes.

Jean started to move with the others, but Chris stopped her.

“No my dear, you will have only one dress. The last one, the wedding gown, but it’s better if you follow me in a separate room, where two women will help you to be dressed. Obviously Jack can follow us.”

“No thank you. I prefer not to know how beautiful you will be. I will discover it on the catwalk, my love.”

She moved near him, lifted a rigid hand over her face and she caressed his cheek, mumbling something.

“I love you too, my dear.” He answered, kissing her over her rigid lips, then smiling again and leaving the room, not before touching inside his trouser left pocket the remote, activating at the minimum the vibrators, already slightly disturbing for her, because she will be stimulated until he will be back in range to stop them or finish her.

She smiled under the smiling mask, following with her particular pace the two girls that were committed to dress her.

“Really you are a woman inside this doll costume, or you are only a special robot or something similar?” asked one of the two.

“Mmmghh…” was her answer, not knowing how to be understood if the synthesizer was shut off.

“Are you a woman?”

She bowed slightly, to give an affirmative nod.

“You are accustomed to this costume. You wore it for long time?”

Another affirmative bow.

They arrived at the room, that was empty if not for a mannequin dressed with a sort of fantasy costume that could not be real, so shiny and wonderful.

“Some hours?” asked the second girl, both of them in their late twenties.

She shook her head.

“More? A day?”

She again indicated that they were wrong.

“More than one day? How long? Weeks?”

She nodded with her body, leaving the two girls with their mouths opened in surprise and astonishment.

“And how it is to be… trapped, sealed inside this costume?”

She seemed to think for some second, then she decided to let them know how she was sensing, and she moved her body near one of the two, trying to grab the girl hand and move it to her crotch with her mittened rigid hands.

Finally she understood and moved her hand over the rigid surface that was covering the gently humming vibrators.

“Oh strange, it seems that there is something that is… vibrating?” she said shocked at the end. “You are stimulated by… Oh my… Are you sure this is good for you?”

She bowed as much as she could, more than one time, and mumbled happily for a while.

“Strange, really strange, but in some way I find it erotic.” Smiled the other. “I bet the controls are not in your hands, but in your lovers one. Right?”

She nodded, then indicated with her hand on the dress.

“Ah, yes, it’s better to hurry up. The dress is not easy to put on, and I guess that it’s better as a start to put the air conditioning at the maximum, or you will be cooked before we finish you.”

First of all a transparent PVC corset with steel stays was wrapped around her already thin waist, and also if the rigid plastic was impeding to crush her body some millimeter more, the length of the garment, from under the neck to just under the knees, erased any possibility for Jean to move the legs if not some centimeter, transforming her already strange gait in a ladylike movement, to a shuffle that was near to erotic.

After the corset, fixed to her body also by shoulder straps, it was the time for the first undergarment, a long and quite tight PVC transparent sleeveless dress encasing her neck, the body and the legs down to the ankles. Over this, another dress, with long sleeves but stopping at the hips, was put over her, then a third, white, again with long sleeves but with a low cut of the neck and stopping at the waist.

“Mmmmghh?”

“Yes, the upper body is quite finished. I believe that now it’s time for the legs. You will have to wear only a pair of socks, then the boots. They will be perfect for your feet.”

The socks in white plastic were fitted over her lower legs, finishing just under the corset, then ballet boots in white with black strings were closed and padlocked over her rigid legs.

Slowly she started to move around the room to get accustomed to the restrictions, and the effect of this lack of freedom was concentrating some strange yet interesting sensation inside her crotch.

“Something I have to remember when I will be with my love.” She smiled in her mind.

Various transparent and inflatable PVC petticoats were fitted on her, until she lost the count, then over them, and a pair of fingerless opera gloves in white vinyl that transformed in useless appendices her already useless hands, the real dress was sheathed, covering her in a wonderful creation of white, shiny plastic with insert in foggy vinyl to simulate lace or operated fabric, her head held erect by the skin neck and the severe posture collar embedded in the dress high neck.

Jean was overwhelmed by the sensation she was feeling. The tight skin that she was considering her real skin, the restriction of the corset, the suffocating and hot embrace of the five millimeter thick dress, the petticoats that were inflated, enlarging the bell gown of the dress and at the same time crushing her legs, limiting more and more her stride.

She moaned, for the pleasure and for the pain, then she blanked out for a second, while her vagina cried with joy.

The two women were impressed, and helped her to move to the catwalk after fixing on her wig a long and thick transparent plastic veil that brushed the floor. It was only in that moment that she discovered the dressing part took more than two hours.

The catwalk was perfect, from the start to the last girl exiting on the runway, then it was the moment for Jean. Her dress was so heavy and restrictive that she had to be helped to move up to the backstage, then she was alone, but she just breathed as much as she could, listened the applause already thundering in the air also if the spectators were not watching her, then she stepped on the catwalk.

The applause’s stopped, with all the other noises, then restarted ten times stronger.

Her face was smiling under the plastic transparent veil, now fogged with perspire and stale air of her bridal dress, because the doll mask was obliging her muscles to smile, but also in her head she was smiling and crying with joy, while she slowly went on along the catwalk, the heavy dress made with several layers of vinyl and PVC white as was trying to stop her, so cumbersome and restrictive.

She slowly, in a royal way, moved along the catwalk, then when she started to come back to the backstage, she sensed something strange inside her crotch. She understood and moved her head in Jacks direction, that smiled and augmented the vibrators intensity to the max.

“Oh my…” she thought. “I’m so restricted that the vibration are coming again back all in the same point. I’m arriving really to the orgasm pleasure while walking. No, Jack, please, stop it, stop it my love or I will have big problems really soon. You don’t know what this dress is doing to me…”

She tried to run as much as she could to arrive in the backstage, but at half a meter from her goal, her body betrayed her, and she howled inside the mask, her body shackled by the orgasm spasms.

Outside, no one noted anything, too occupied to cheer the stylist that entered and bowed to the spectators.

“Perfect, you were perfect, my love…” Jack murmured on her ears helping her to stand and move in a safer place.

Six months after that catwalk, Jean found the happy ending of her dream.

Her sister found a solvent for the glue two days after the catwalk, but she refused to be freed, in order to do the trip on the various cities where she was the star of the catwalk. Not only the one of the first stylist, but also for another. She was a star, she was a strange mannequin, but in any case she was perfect for everything they wanted her to be dressed in.

More, she became a sort of media star, and someone asked where a suit like hers could be found.

This gave Jack some ideas, and he just started to make phone calls and meeting with investors.

Then, after two weeks, Jack freed her, bathed her, kissed her and they made love all night long.

But the day after she discovered something she had not the time to understand totally the last night.

She was no longer used to the human motion. Also if freed, she was not moving her elbows, her knees, her head. If she tried, it was only pain or at least a strange sensation.

She was missing something, she was missing her skin, her new, real skin, and so she put again over her body the suit, also if it was soft.

“Better, but I miss the constriction, the lack of mobility, the bondage my body was used to.” She thought during the day, the she explained her problem to her lover.

“I have the right solution for you and me. And this is related also to my idea. I think you launched a new fashion. Are you ready to become again a doll, for a longer period this time. I need you as a living advertisement.”

“Sorry?”

He explained that he could cut the cost for the suit she had on for a month, if he can produce it in a huge quantity, but some investor was ready to put the money and to sell the product, but they needed a good ads. She was perfect.

“Are you ready to take a step further on your dollyfication? I’m asking you if you are ready to forget your old body for a new one.”

“All you want my love, all you want.” She smiled.

So she had months before the wedding day to discover his ultimate project, and to adapt her to it.

The costume she was wearing at the moment, under the white plastic wedding dress the stylist gave her as a present, was thicker, heavier and more complicated that her old skin, and it was perfect.

With a special remote, Jack was able to set all the movement she could do, from total freedom to total immobility, the tightness of the waist part, the heels height, also her hairs and eyes color or the degree of speech, hear and sight she could have.

Every month she changed the battery of the costume, so she was always sure to be trapped, sealed, controlled by her lover, that was one of the richest man of the country, due to the boom of doll costumes his company spread around the world. It was already quite normal to see women and teenagers struggle around in a perfect replica of her first doll costume, obviously not glued to them and with a really short life battery.

“Jean, do you want to take him as your husband?” asked the priest.

She nodded, the only thing her lover let her do.

“Jack, do you want to take her as your wife?”

“Yes, I want her.”

She smiled when he kissed her under the veil, the vibrators acting gently on her, sending shivers of pleasure that were only the appetizers for the main course.

“Mmmmmghtt.”

“I love you too, my love doll.”

“I will ask him to create a pregnant version. In two or three months I will need it…” she thought, moving with him under a rice rain and the mumbling of joy from the dolls female guests.

But this will be another story, maybe.