You felt your breath caught in your throat as the queen enters the room. You wished you had more time to consider your options so that you wouldn't be trapped as a doll like you are now. To your surprise, however, a man entered soon after.
He couldn't have been much older than how you were as a man. He wore a neat, blue two-piece suit and a red tie with a white shirt underneath. He strode into the room after the queen and peered quizzically around, eyes falling on every doll, including you. You couldn't recall seeing him before, which concerned you. Maybe he is in league with the fairy queen and they're working to capture you! However, upon closer inspection, the fairy queen seems a bit perturbed by his presence.
The man gestured widely around the room. "This is all you have to offer?" he harshly asked. "I'd have expected more from someone of your caliber."
The queen's face contorted in indignation. "Excuse me, Sir, but I have a business to run and I have to bala--" she started.
She was briskly cut off by a wave of the hand "It matters not. Even though your inventory is a bit lacking, I do see a few promising ones."
The two began pacing around the room, the man in front with the queen behind. From what you've gathered, the man appears to be a customer looking to buy a doll. You notice that while the queen is pretending to pay attention to the man, her eyes are also darting around the room, as if searching for you. As the two stop by a doll that appears to be a woman in a wedding dress, you notice a mirror a bit off to your side that's in your doll head's line of sight. As you're not directly looking at the mirror, you're a bit put off by the doll not turning its head to face the mirror. You're currently standing on a pedestal and wearing an outfit that is identical to the doll next to you. The only difference is that the doll beside you has a different face, with black hair and a face in a neutral position. With your hands holding the other dolls in what appears to be a natural pose, from the outside world's perspective, you appear to be just another doll amidst all the rest. You feel a twinge of pride that your plan for all the planning that went into it went much better than you could have anticipated. Well, minus the being trapped part.
You've been standing for only a short time, but you can already feel fatigue seeping in from standing perfectly still. What's more, the pressure you're feeling from the doll skin and the corset is gnawing away at your nerves. Not to mention that your breathing is abnormal due to the gag which extends to the back of your throat. You anxiously hope that no one will be able to hear it from outside the mask.
It is at this moment that the man and the queen come to inspect you and your counterpart. You pray that he'll quickly lose interest and move on. To your horror, the man instead begins to run his fingers through your wig. He gently strokes it before running his hand across your doll face. You nervously swallow as his hands go lower, along your breasts and feeling the material of the dress. At least the only good thing to come from this is that the queen has taken no interest in you and is inspecting the rest of the room. The man pulls his hand back, and you breathe a sigh of relief, but your terror is renewed by his next words.
"Shopkeeper, these dolls will do nicely. I find their maid outfits quite appealing." he proclaimed, stepping back and nodding his head in satisfaction. The queen slowly brings her attention back to the man. "Yes, yes. Collect them and I'll ring you..." She pauses her sentence and turns her gaze towards you. "Two maids? I could have sworn I only set up one." Your anxiety shoots through the roof as you find a new resolve to become as still as the dolls around you. You feel your legs slightly shake as the queen starts to open the box beside you. "How did this get her..." she mumbles as she pulls out a white tight and a platinum blonde wig, the remnants of your princess costume. Suddenly, she focuses you down with an icy glare. "I'm sorry, sir, but I'm afraid this blonde doll is not for sale. I have a few touchups and..." she pointedly looks at your large, blue eyes. "loose ends to clean up"
The man scoffs in astonishment and folds his arms. "That's ridiculous. One second they're fine, the next they're not? I'm not here for one, I want both of the little maids. Any service they need I will be more than happy to perform myself."
The queen stiffens and adamantly snapped, "My apologies, SIR, but I cannot allow you to take the blonde one. I'm afraid this isn't up for negotiation."
It was at this point that the man cleared his throat. "Have you forgotten the debt that you owe me? I will consider it completely forgiven if you entrust these dolls to me."
The queen stiffens at the mention of 'debt'. You've never seen the normally composed shopkeeper/queen look so out of sorts.
You begin to feel your legs slightly quaking from the tension of standing in your high heels. The pressure from the skin is becoming almost unbearable. If this doesn't resolve itself soon, you're definitely going to be found out.
The queen opens her mouth and says...