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Toy Transformation Colab #1

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    Rachel sighed flipping the newspaper over in her hand and sliding her cellphone back into her pocket, she had been through every help wanted add in the paper and came up empty with every one, since losing her job she had come to rely on her savings to help pay of her mounting college loans, but now that was no longer going to work out, broke and without a job she knew she had to find a new job, but the trick was actually finding one, it seemed every online advertisement or newspaper ad had already been accounted for. “Getting a job should not be this hard!” she moaned. At 23 years old she had finished college, gotten good enough grades, and at a petite 5’4” with long blond hair she wasn’t exactly lacking in the looks department, but even so she couldn’t manage to land that all important interview.

    Another sigh escaped her lips as she leaned back in the chair looking around; she had ended up in the local mall and had eaten lunch in the food court. Finding a lone table in the corner had given her a relatively quiet place to stage her calls from but now she was out of options and out of pop. Getting up she started to make her way to the soda station to get yet another refill when something caught her eye. It was the toy store from across the court, the one with the colorful displays in the window had just put out a sign saying “Help Wanted: Apply Within” drink forgotten she dumped her cup in the trash and straightened her outfit, determined to make this work. She walked across the food court and entered the store,  smiling as she passed through the colorful entry way that was painted to look like a rainbow bridge.

    The store itself was huge, how it had looked so small from the outside she didn’t know, but the store definitely was far more impressive from the inside, the ceiling seemed taller, the isles wider and  toys were crammed into every nook and cranny. Looking around the workers all seemed to be smiling and enjoying themselves. A elderly man sat at the cash register and gave her a smile as she walked up. “How can I help you?”

    “I am here to see about the Help Wanted sign in your window.” She said putting on her best smile for her hopefully boss-to-be. “I have a resume and-“ she was cut off by the man as he waved a hand.

    “None of that is needed, I can tell now you’ll be perfect, when can you start?”

    “Now! I-if you want.” Rachel said nearly hopping out of her shoes in joy.

    “Very good, we have a special position for you, your outfit is in the back room in the box marked ‘Costume’ put it on and come out here, we will help you get adjusted.” He said pointing her back to a door marked Employees Only. Rachel sped back to the room and gave a small knock before entering, she found the room to be a small break room, a table and chairs in the corner, an old television opposite, and a large cardboard box with “Costume”  written on the sides. Walking open she began to undo the top folds of the box, opening it to find . . .

    “…a doll costume?” Rachel whispers to herself.

    Putting her hands into the box, she pulls out a beautiful, pale pink dress.  It seems to be made of the softest material she had ever felt.  It looked like a cross between overalls and a dress.  The big white buttons near the shoulders were just for looks, as she turned it over, guessing she would have to pull it over her head.  Holding it in front of her, the dress would come just above her knees.  Realizing there must be more, she looks in the box again.

    There, she finds leggings that are white and pink striped.  The material again is incredibly soft, but much shinier.  She expected them to be stiff because of the way they looked, but in her hand, it just seemed to flow right over her.  To add that special touch, the bloomers were a one piece that would provide some lace to her shoulders and cause her dress to flair out somewhat.

    Looking around to make sure this was no joke, she shrugs her shoulders and heads to the dress room on the far wall.  The storage room is full of toys neatly arranged along the walls and tables.  Some of them are small, and some are life-size.  “How could this place even fit inside the mall?”  She says to herself as she steps in the room marked: ‘Dolls Only.’  With a slight grin, she closes the door.

    Stripping out of her outfit, the leggings slide on easily.  It is like they are silk, but form fitting and oh-so-shiny.  She runs her hands along her legs, “Mmmm, these feel amazing.  I think I like my uniform.”  Getting the bloomers on was a little trickier, but she manages to get it buttoned.  She is so intent on getting the costume on, that she does not even notice that it is her perfect size.  Putting her hands up, she slips into the dress, and straightens it over the bloomers.  Looking into the mirror, she says, “Wow, I think I love me uniform.”

    Turning around in front of the mirrors on each wall of the small dressing room, she can see her every curve and feminine shape filling the costume.  She thinks, ‘I look so much like a doll now,’ yet she cannot help but say out loud, “…and a sexy one at that.”  Stepping out of the dressing room, she heads back to the box for one last check.

    As if calling her back, she finds a wig of blue hair pulled into pigtails, one of each side of her head.  Grabbing it firmly, she places it on her head.  Grabbing the pink patent leather platform-healed shoes, she walks back into the dressing room.  Stepping into the shows, she grows at least 3 inches.  The shoes seem to form right to her feet, making standing in them wonderful.  “This has to be the best uniform ever made.” She straightens her wig and puts her hands on her hips.  Time seems to almost stop, as she stands there staring at herself.  ‘What a cute, sexy dolly,’ she thinks.  Something must have jostled her body or jogged her memory, as she shakes her head and walks back to the front of the store. [...]

            She emerged from the room a moment later, only to be greeted with a “What are you doing?” It was the old man, leaning over his counter to look at her like a cat would stare at a mouse.

    For just a fleeting second, Rachel felt a pang of ire at the statement. Then, with a growing sense of panic, she began to realize she had no idea. She didn't know what she was doing; couldn't remember why she was here; couldn't tell the old man her purpose.

    “I don't know.” Rachel admitted guilty, trailing her pink-clad toes along the floor. “I... I don't remember.” She said the last bit with an embarrassed flush.

    Yet when she looked up, the man had only a kind smile on his face, and for a moment that was enough to ease the girl.

    Then she noticed that it didn't quite reach his eyes; that he was still looking at her like she was some sort of plaything. Even though her instincts screamed that nothing was wrong, there was a tiny part of her brain that rebelled against his look.

    But before she could ask about this stare he was giving her, the old man spoke again. “Well, let me help you through it. What do you look like? Whose clothes are you wearing?”

    Her lips were already moving before her brain could plead for them to stop. “I look like a doll, because I'm wearing a doll's clothes.” A shiver ran through her body as she stated this, and she felt wellsprings of contentment flow through her heart.

    This was it! This was the purpose that she was looking for! “I'm a doll.” Rachel said confidently, heedless of the dying part of her brain that insisted she was something else.

    “You are, aren't you?” The old man chuckled with a grin. “However, there are a few things missing...”

    “There are?” Rachel tilted her head inquisitively. With a start, she realized that her name was wrong. “Oh! I know! It's because my name's not Rachel! It's... Chelie? Chollie? No, Dollie!” She clapped a little, absurdly pleased with herself.

    “Very good.” The old man chuckled, his stance straightening slightly. The motion caused him to look less like a kindly old man and more like a stern taskmaster. “But! If you're willing to be a good doll, you must always smile!”

    Dollie snapped to attention, her arms stiff at her sides as a wide and loony smile broke out on her face. It shined in her eyes and in her heart alike; she loved to smile and fulfill her purpose like this!

    “Next! A good doll must move stiffly, for her limbs are jointed and ceramic.”

    Dollie nodded jerkily, already feeling her skin begin to harden, forever freezing her face in a smile. She looked down to her right hand, her eyes sparkling with joy as she saw her fingers begin to hinge. Much to her surprise, her smile widened as well. It was like her face was a living clay, shifting to reflect her expressions.

    “Finally... A good doll would go outside, take these fliers, and advertise my toy shop. You may speak now, Dollie.” The old man produced a stack of coupon-laden magazines, holding them out for the hapless girl to take.

    “Yes, owner.” Dollie said with another stiff nod. She loved her life, loved fulfilling her purpose like this! Her ever-present smile on her face, Dollie daintily shuffled out the door to the shop, beginning the first day of the rest of her life.

    Not once did she suspect that anything was awry; not once did she miss the woman called 'Rachel'. Dollie's new life was too pleasing to care about such nonsensical worries. After all, she had a gorgeous dress, a shining smile, and she was the prettiest doll around. What more could anyone want?

This is the first of the toy transformation colabs I have been working on with some friends, this one was started by myself,  the second part was done by poseme.deviantart.com/ and the final part was added by sketchyseraph.deviantart.com/ Go check our their pages for amazing stories and artwork!
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Be careful; there's another like that:lordthawkeye.deviantart.com/ar… I don't want anyone to mistake Dollie for .....well....Dolly! ^^;

I tell you because I care! ^^;