It was almost as if it called to her. Sitting in the racks would be a life sized doll costume, complete with a ragged dress and everything. It certainly did give off the look of a doll that had long since been abandoned. She took it off the racks and set it on the bed without so much as a second thought. After a moment or so of sizing it up, she would begin to undress herself down. Once nude, she would smile and get to work.
First would come the skinsuit that hung on the hanger. It was made to resemble the wooden parts of one of those cheesy porcelain dolls that her grandmother always had in her house. She had always regarded them as creepy and disturbing but just holding this costume made her opinions drastically change. The suit went up one leg, then two. The same with the arms. Once fully on, she took a quick look at herself before smiling wide. Her body, save for her head, looked pale with this one, almost pure white even!
Next came the frilly socks and pair of Mary Janes. The socks would slide over her covered feet as she felt even happier at looking more like the thing the costume was based on. Strange enough, the sock looked much too tall for her form, but getting each foot inside made them feel a lot larger. With each sock on, the woman wiggles her toes in them for a moment before they pressed against her feet for the perfect fit. She then slide them into the shoes as they were just the right size. Clicking both heels together, she let out another giggle. A pair of frilly undies were slid up her waist, feeling ever so lovely as her womanhood quivered before vanishing. Not that she didn’t mind though!
The largest piece of all was the faded and weathered dress that was currently resting on the bed. Just holding it up made her feel estatic to put it on. Shoving her body into the dress, she could feel the worn material make contact with her body. Her arms and head found their way into their respective holes as they smoothed out the faded blue dress. There was something missing, however. The entire costume felt incomplete still.
She moved to the bathroom again to find it had changed. Instead of the Egyptian themed one from earlier, this one was much more rundown and in a state of disrepair. The mirror was stained with dirt and dust, broken partially at the side. Paying it no mind, the female would find a brush nearby that was just right for her. She would begin to comb her hair straight down, getting rid of any unpredictable hairs that might stand up. Each brush made her hair a touch more fake and brushlike until it was obviously fake. Once that was done, she would find a pair of ribbons and expertly do her hair into a pair of twin ponytails. Finished with her look, she would walk back out to the room.
Once again, the scenery would change. She was not in what appeared to be a broken down child’s room. Mold and broken floorboards ruled the ground as the walls had been stripped of wallpaper, their bare paneling shown to the world. Yet this all felt like home to her. She would move to the broken mirror and look at herself. Her face had become just as white as the bodysuit she wore, no, her skin! It had always been this white! Her mind moved to the costumes before something pushed it back. What about costumes? The closet had been empty for years. That was a very silly thought.
She would continue to look at herself, performing a twirl while in her dress as she began to feel a sense of melancholy. She had been left here for so long. Maybe somebody would find her one of these days and play with her! Ruining the moment, sounds of the floor creaking would draw near. She looked beside her to find...