Over a day passes.
Maybe.
You can't really tell, folded up and stuffed inside the closet. Your face is folded into your deflated breasts, so you can only see light out of the corner of your vision. You can still taste Brooke's cum in your mouth. Does she--er, he...even call himself that anymore?
You feel like you're being forced to stretch and relax at the same time. Oddly exhausted, like the air that had filled you had also given you energy. In this semi-lucid state you could barely even register that your girlfriend had become a man, turned you into a doll, then...kept you as his toy. Some part of your deflated, rolled-up brain was horrified. The other part kept running over the taste of his cock in your mouth, over and over...
It's hours later, maybe days, when the closet door opens. You're pulled off of the shelf, unrolled, and flopped onto the bed.
Brooke's standing there, hands on hips, smirking. Naked.
She's a girl again!
Or wait...past that flowing auburn hair, those full lips, that hypnotic chest that you'd worshipped so many times...you could still see a cock and balls dangling between her thighs.
"Changed my mind...a little," she said aloud, as if to herself. "Not done having fun with a dick yet. But...I didn't want to go out and buy a fuck-ton of new clothes. Also I kinda like being in-between, you know? Myself up above, and everything that made YOU special down below."
Your deflated head was propped up by her pillows on the bed. You stared forward blankly somewhere just past her shoulder at the ceiling. Not that you could move that gaze.
"I've got a date with your coworker, Liz, tonight~" she bragged, hands on her hips. "Always kinda had a thing for redheads..." You could see color rising in her cheeks. "...anyways, who knows? Things might get a little crazy tonight. I don't want you to miss all the fun, sooo..." she sticks a finger in your o-ring mouth and swirls it around. You can taste it. Just having one of your holes played with drives some muddled part of your mind crazy.
"How's about a little 'return-to-form'? Not human. I just think a...higher-quality toy is in order. For if, y'know, Liz and I want to try a few things."
You feel your entire body tingle. Air gushes into your torso--no, wait...you feel...more solid...
Inflating, but not with air. Filling out. Latex skin, latex curves becoming soft, squishy silicone. A perfect fuckdoll, a replica of the female you, stretched out on the bed. You can think clearly again, and your new form is FUCKING sensitive. Even the soft air current from the fan above was driving you crazy. You could see Brooke blush and her cock twitch as she watched. She was turned on by the new you, the toy you.
"Not bad~" she purred, taking a handful of your breasts. S-so soft--fuck!! Kneading them and smooshing them together...with that smug grin plastered to her face! You couldn't even moan, couldn't even twitch! Fuuuuck! Her touch felt like fire!
Her hands hook under your armpits, and for a moment your face is in her breasts as she drags you off of the bed. You can feel her meat rod pulsing against your thigh, stiff and hot. You are dumped on your ass on the floor of the closet, and she regards you for a moment with her arms crossed. Then she picks out a red dress and matching flats. "Stick around, hm?~" she teases, closing the closet door. You hear her move around the room for a few more minutes, then the bathroom, getting ready, before leaving again.
Hours pass.
Your new body feels heavier, fuller. Like when you were human, only...paralyzed. Soft. Still.
Eventually the door opens again, and Brooke walks in, but she's not alone...