The queen entered the room and gently shut the door behind her. Her eyes made a quick sweep of the room before she placed her hands on her hips and said,
"I know you're in here. Reveal yourself now and I might be lenient in my punishment."
Rather than settle your nerves, this only heightened your nervousness. You saw how she acted earlier and knew there was no way she would let you off easy. So, you tried to take a breath through your gag and tried to immerse yourself into the role of a doll.
I'm a doll. Doll's don't move. I belong in this room. There is nothing abnormal about me. My legs don't get tired because I can't feel.
You repeat your mantra to yourself and try to relax. The queen seems to shrug before beginning to walk to one side of the room. As she walks out of your view (because you don't want to move your head and spoil the illusion), you start trying to figure out what you'll do when she leaves. Perhaps you'll try to leave and figure out a way to take of this doll head. You're beginning to find the gag lodged in your throat uncomfortable.
All of a sudden, the queen quickly comes into your view and she seems to be holding something. She has a smile on her lips, not one of joy but rather amusement. She seems to be staring right at you as she says, "Why is it that things always fall apart?"
She holds up a needle and thread and the queen begins to move towards your fellow maid's back. After spending a couple of seconds behind it, she comes behind you, out of your view from you doll head's eyes. You feel a twinge of pain as her needle pricks you in the back. You begin to feel drowsy as you hear the queen snickers, "My, what do we have here?"
Before you can do anything else, you hit the floor and succumb to unconsciousness.
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SPLASH
You feel water dripping down your face as you struggle to open your eyes. "Ah, now why would I do that? You're all wet." you hear the queen say in mock pity.
You slowly lift your head as you shake off the pull of sleep and look at what situation you've got yourselves into. You're tied to a chair currently, but what's unusual is the glowing red chains that restrain your movement. You feel slightly embarrassed as you are only dressed in a simple pair of panties and a bra. Thankfully you no longer have to be trapped inside the doll anymore. You seem to be in what appears to be another backroom, though this one is quite empty. You don't see an exit or a door to leave, but it's possible that it is behind you. You strain to turn your head to see anything else, but all you can do is catch a glimpse of what appears to be the end of a rolling cart for carrying things.
The queen, of course, is standing in front of you with one arm folded, another one on her chin. She seemed to be inspecting you as if you were some display rather than a human being.
With a click of her tongue, she states, "I did tell you that the consequences would be severe if you resisted. Failure to turn yourself in has only increased your punishment."
You feel a bit of your previous defiance begin to return and you growl back at her, still caught slightly unawares by your high-pitched, feminine voice, "And what are you going to do? Make me become your daughter against my will? I'll just be a mindless slave. You'll get no satisfaction from this ending because there was no fight, no victory."
The queen gave you another unfriendly smile. "My dear, you've hit the nail on the head. What fun would there be in getting rid of you? No, I've already thought of a much more suitable fate for you."
"And what would that be?" you bark, a bit of fear dripping into your tone.
The queen clapped her hands together. "I thought you would have never asked." She slowly walked behind you and you could hear some shuffling happening behind you. "I thought that since you seemed quite comfortable as a doll, I could help you take it a step further. Rest assured, I'm not going to use any magic on you. I want you to get the... full experience."
A doll?! Again?! Nononono, you were not doing that again! Who knows what evil plan she has thought up. If you weren't happy being stuck on a doll on your own terms, there was no way in hell that you would be even the tiniest bit of content with being a doll on hers.
You had to get out now, any second longer you stayed here was another second that you draw closer to no escape. You flail your little legs around, but you're unable to touch the ground beneath you. You try to push yourself onto your legs to stand up, but suddenly, your bonds tightly grasp your legs and your movement and escape plans are quickly put on hold.
"Well, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. Which one would you like to do?"
The queen walks into view and shrugs her shoulders.
"The end result is the same."
As long as she is in control, there's no way that you can escape. She's got you trapped right now. The most you can hope for a chance later when her guard is down. You let out a sigh, "There's nothing I can do. You won't get any resistance from me."
She lets out a chilling laugh before saying, "Well, lucky for you, I was going to do it the hard way from the start."
Wait, WHAT! "Noo..." you start before you become unable to speak. Your body becomes limp as well, sinking down into your chair. Your head lolls to the side as you look up at the queen.
"That's much better, wouldn't you say?"
She snaps her fingers and suddenly, the chains around you disappear. Following that, she snaps her fingers again and your body suddenly jumps up and poses, with one leg bent and raised behind you and your arms held out to the sides.
"Just a little bit of help in preparing you for your transformation." she says as she winks.
She disappears behind you before wheeling over a large mirror and placed it in front of you. With it, you could see yourself in the mirror, almost naked and a face that displayed terror and confusion. The queen was off to the side by the rolling cart you saw earlier. Unfortunately, a curtain had been drawn in front of the cart, preventing you from seeing what was on it.
"Let's begin, shall we?"
The queen reaches for your bra and unhooks it before pulling it off you. She then turns to your panties, slowly removing them from your body before depositing them by the cart. Unable to do much, you look helplessly at your naked body and messed-up hair. The queen then reaches behind the curtain and pulls out what appears to be a translucent, rubber suit carefully crafted for your size.
"This is the first layer of your new skin."
She takes the rubber suit to your feet and slowly rolls it up. It's a tight fit, tailor-made for you to a ridiculous degree. Curiously, you notice a few holes in the suit besides the back seam to let you in. The queen continues to dress you as you evaluate what exactly you're wearing. First, there's a hole in the rubber around your crotch area, exposing you to the cool draft of the room. You don't want to think about the implications of it. Secondly, there's a hole around each of your nipples, similarly leaving them uncovered. Finally, as the queen pulls over the rubber hood, the only hole you see is a small one around your mouth area. The rubber hangs slightly off your face, but still pulls your hair back out of your face. Everywhere else on your body is tightly encased by the rubber. You're still able to see properly even though it looks like there is a clear film in front of your face. Your breathing becomes a bit tougher due to the suit as well as only having a small hole to take in fresh air.
Next, the queen takes what appears to be a blue leotard. There appears to be padding on the breasts and there is a small tube by the crotch area. As the queen slips the leotard into you. you suddenly feel a sudden intrusion in your orfices. A butt plug! You felt it slowly be pushed into your anus until the back of the leotard came to rest on your butt. At the same time, you felt something being inserted into your vagina.
"Naturally to ensure that you can stay a doll for as long as possible, it's necessary to get your... plumbing hooked up, so to speak." the queen chuckles.
You watched as she slowly pressed the tube into you until you felt the leotard reach your stomach. At the same time, you started to feel the fake breasts push onto your nipples. You've never realized before how sensitive that area could be and combined with the tightness of the suit, you're being assaulted by feelings. But while the feelings are foreign, they feel strangely good at the same time.
While you were busy sorting out your emotions, the queen removed a flesh-colored latex skin suit from behind the mirror. She slowly starts guiding you into this suit as well. When she reaches your crotch, she pulls the tube through a tiny hole in the latex, ensuring it remains clear of any obstruction. The latex suit covers up your leotard and gives off the impression of a well-developed female body, most certainly much better than how you did before. As she brings the suit up to your neck, you realize again the incredible pressure that's building up from being trapped in 2 layers, well, 3 if you count the leotard. Your experience of pretending to be a maid doll did little to prepare you for the tightness you feel everywhere. Will you even be able to move in this?
She brings over next the matching latex hood, which has two large holes for your eyes as well as a tiny hole for your mouth. The hood pulls your rubber layer even closer to your face, increasing the pressure you feel.
"I think we're forgetting one of your favorite things." the queen teased.
She brings out from behind her a small, black, penis gag.
"Don't worry. It will expand once it reaches your mouth."
No, no, NO! Not again! You don't want to be trapped in a doll with a gag again! How will you even be able to breath with that?
She must be trying to kill you. She's stopping your breathing and compressing your entire body. When will it end?
Your mouth opens as much as it can within your latex prison as the queen slides the gag in unopposed. True to her word, the gag started small before growing and pinning your tongue to the bottom of your mouth. The gag also perfectly fits in the hole within your hoods, meaning your only source of air is from a tiny opening in the gag itself. You feel yourself growing slightly lightheaded from the loss of air.
Smirking, the queen retrieves the final layer of skin for her new doll, the fabric layer. Similar to the previous two, this skinsuit seems to fit your perfectly, encapsulating your fingers and limbs with a firm tightness. The tube is covered by this layer, the only evidence of its existence being a small slit at your crotch area. You marvel at how magnificent your lower body looks like, all smooth and curves and just the perfect shade of milky-pink, uniform and pristine across your entire body. She pulls over the hood of the fabric suit over your head, leaving only your eyes and mouth as the only evidence of anything foul going on underneath.
You expected the queen to take out the doll head next, but she seemed intent on surprising and scaring you at the same time. The next object wasn't big. It was a long tube with a connecting place in the middle. She fastened the connecting piece onto the front of the gag, meaning you now had a more complicated route to receiving air. The two ends of the tube hung limply and complied with gravity as you saw the clear sides begin to fog up as your breathing became more labored.
The queen stepped over and covered the two ends of the tube. Suddenly, you felt like you were choking. She cut off your air supply and was killing you! You wanted to struggle, fight, to squirm your way free and put an end to her madness.... but you couldn't. You were stuck in your position, one of playful childishness that contradicted the immense pain you felt. Just before you reached the point where you thought that you'd give up, she uncovers the tubes and you heave in whatever air you can get.
"Let's hope it doesn't get harder, shall we?" the queen nonchalantly remarks, as if she was unaware of the grave peril she placed you in.
Finally, the queen reveals your new face. It was bald currently, but the doll mask had large, violet eyes and a smile that seemed to be feeling the complete opposite of how you felt right now. The queen brought the two end of the tube up and fitted them into their designated place inside the mask, snaking up until they poke up out of the top, where they will be safely covered by a wig. As the queen finished locking and sealing both halves of the mask together, she stepped backwards, as if giving time for you to examine your new body.
Aside from the tubes poking out the top of your mask and the various creases of fabric at your joints, there was nothing else to interrupt the illusion of a perfect girl. The queen comes up behind you and places a wig on your head. It was lavender, with two tresses coming down on the sides of your face and two curly twintails descending from the side of your head. A black, lacy headdress completed your headpiece.
The queen then brought out a pair of lacy, black panties and swiftly pulled them up over your crotch.
"Can't have you be indecent, now can we?"
Finally, the queen brought out your new outfit. A black, gothic Lolita dress that extended until past your knees. She tied the small ribbon at your collar before tightening the bow at your back. After fussing over the dress until satisfaction, she pulls up white stockings before finishing the ensemble with black Mary Janes that are slightly raised.
"And that's that." the queen proclaims, clapping her hands together twice.
You feel your limbs become under control, but none of that matters as you feel the drowsiness begin to descend upon you again. You only get a quick glance at yourself in the mirror before you fall under the influence of sleep once again.
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