Note to Reader.
So I was in a chatroom some time ago and came across a guy who had a serious fetish about conversion into dolls and other inanimate things. I had never really come across this kink before and I told him that I would think about writing a story for him. It took a bit longer than I expected, but true to my word, here it is.......
Sometimes I would walk past the toyshop on Voce Avenue. From the other side of the street I would marvel at the immaculately designed storefront. Behind the large glass frontage of the shop there would always be life size models which were part of the latest decorating theme of the shop. There might be astronauts in a space theme, or soldiers in a military theme, or any number of other themes designed to entice shoppers to find their way inside.
Every few weeks, thick black curtains would be drawn across the windows which made it impossible to see the display from the outside of the shop. Regulars in the area would know that this signaled a change of scenery. Soon a new theme would be displayed.
Bonpel is a small tourist town and I'm sure the changing of the toyshop display would create plenty of chatter amongst the locals. On the weekends, busloads of tourists and cars full of daytrippers would arrive to spend time at this seaside town. The toyshop would be overflowing with people of all ages drawn in by the creative shopfront window dressing.
A few days ago as I walked past the shop, I couldn't help but notice the eye-catching display which was currently visible. The black curtains had been retracted leaving most of the shopfront transformed into a beautiful island paradise. There was a wall of tv screens displaying images of the ocean as it lapped the shore. The floor of the display area was full of golden sand with various toys placed directly under downlights. Finally, to the very right was a 4 panel change room divider screen. Behind this screen was the most eye-catching prop of all. Cheekily peeping over the divider was a gorgeous and completely life-like woman. Wearing a sunhat, she had a big smile and one of her blue eyes was winking.
She had one leg visible to the side of the divider. The pose was clean enough that it could be perceived as innocent in a toyshop. It was also suggestive enough that it might attract some onlookers (like me) who had absolutely no interest in the goods sold in a toy shop.
Crossing the street to get a close look at the display, I was struck by the authenticity of the dummy in the shop window.
An electric fan obscured by the divider blew air across the shopfront. It mimicked a gentle seabreeze as her hair gently twirled under the sunhat. Her opened eye looked so realistic to me. Even her leg appeared to have goosebumps. Was she cold?
She just looked so real.
"You like the new display?"
I must have been looking at the woman in the window for over 5 minutes when the toymaker interrupted me.
"Yes, I do. It's magnificent. The ocean background, the loads of clean white sand, and your dummy. She's so cute, and so, so lifelike."
"Well, it's been very popular over the past week, but as it is you're my only customer at the moment. Would you like to come in for a closer look?"
"Sure"
I entered the shop behind the toymaker and was amazed at what I saw. The shop was large inside, and I surveyed from left to right and back again. There were all sorts of toys, as well as a couple of human dummies. These looked like ex displays from the shopfront window. I recognized the soldier and the American footballer from previous displays. The soldier was kitted in military uniform and had a backpack also. Beneath the helmet, his face was covered with the paint used to help camouflage in the jungle.
The American footballer had a Bengals uniform on including the shoulder pads and helmet too.
They too looked lifelike, although unlike the beachgoer, they both had eyes shut.
The toymaker made his way to a hidden door beside the front window display and motioned for me to come over.
Approaching the now open door I could see the divider, and as I neared I got a first glimpse of the girl. I felt the cool breeze from the fan on my skin as I saw the beautiful lifelike dummy in its entirety. My last thoughts were clear. Surely she is not a dummy. She must be real. Oh my God, she is real. How could she be so still. Is she dead, or alive? she must be cold. I turned to protest "What have you done to her?"
These would be the last words I would speak before the Toymaker punched a tranquilizer dart into my neck....
I woke with the panic you might expect from one who had been drugged and abducted. Opening my eyes slowly, I began to assess what was going on. I tried opening my eyes wider, but found my view obscured.
Where am I? I was standing up, and looking out onto the street, onto Voce Street. I tried to yell for help, but nothing seemed to be coming out. At least it wasn't coming out as loud as it should have.
It dawned on me that there were people outside the window looking in. One child was looking directly at me, and while I tried to callout to him, it was apparent that he was not hearing me at all. The front of the shop was fully enclosed by soundproof glass. It took me only a few minutes to realize that, and only a few seconds more to realize why a small boy was looking straight at me. It was evident that I had become the latest display in the toyshop window.
Three quarters of the shopfront was covered with the beach theme, and I was standing in the last quarter on display on the far right of the shopfront.
My heart was racing as panic surged through me. I tried to move but there was nothing. My arms wouldn't move, My legs felt so heavy and they were absolutely not moving at all.
That toymaker had jabbed me and now I was his newest display.
Hours passed. Hours where I tried to move over and over again, and hours where I tried to callout- all to no avail. I cried frustrated tears as no-one appeared to know that I was stuck in this display.
I couldn't hear anything either, except for the faintest sound of air flow. There was no noise coming from outside the shop, but there was also no noise from inside the shop either. The whole display must be surrounded by soundproof glass, and there is probably a small grill in floor circulating air.
Later in the day, once the sun had moved I was able to see who I had become. In the reflection of the display window, I could see that I was a knight.
As the stream of people died down, and the long shadows turned into night, I heard a door open. I knew the sound was that of the hidden door opened by The Toymaker to initially entice me.
"Hello there, my knight in shining armour."
The sound of his steps suggested he was coming towards me, but I didn't see him initially. The curtains were drawn to obscure the display from any passer-by.
A bright light then went on, and The Toymaker appeared in my sight.
"How are you, my friend". For a fleeting moment, the concern in his voice made me think that he might not be a crazy fucked up madman after all. This fleeting moment passed though, when he then thanked me for joining his family.
He went on to talk about other family members like Devon, Marcus and April. "Devon was a strapping lad and I knew he would become a great American Footballer for me. He was from Cincinnati and came into the shop chasing a gift for his son.
Marcus was ex military, and well, let's say that he is currently doing one last tour (although just between you and me, I feel his tour is close to finishing).
Now April, well, April with those long legs, blonde hair and that beautiful smile. She is only a couple years out of school you know.
"What kind of a sick fuck are you" I protested.
"Now now. I will take care of you, my friend.
I have been very rude, having not introduced myself. You can call me Barney. What is your name, my friend"
"Fuck you" I barked back at him. Instead of coming out with any venom, it came out more like a whimper. My voice was hoarse from the fruitless yelling since I had woken.
"Very well then, my friend. I shall call you Arthur, surely one of the most famous knights of all."
He then walked around behind me.
"You must be thirsty Arthur. Let me sort out something for you to drink."
Barney has this down to a fine art. How many times must he have done this? How many victims have there been?
I felt something brushing past my ear. A tube had been pushed though the back of the knights helmet. I felt it on my cheek and as it pushed against the front of the helmet it wrapped around in front of my mouth.
"Arthur, you must drink from this to stay hydrated."
I was extremely thirsty and did what he said. Maybe someone will see the tube tomorrow and think it very odd.
Who was I kidding. I couldn't see any tube on April. The cagey Toymaker was skilled at this. No-one was going to see the tube.
The next day I woke to the sun shining in the window. It was hard to know what time exactly, but it was still morning. Looking out the window, I spotted The Toymaker on the other side of the road, directly opposite the shop.
He was sitting on a bench drinking coffee with a woman I hadn't seen before. They were both looking at me and chatting. Did she know about the evil Toymaker? They certainly were smiling and laughing a lot.
Upon returning to the shop, The Toymaker came into the front display area to check on both of us.
"My dear April, you are looking stunning today. I have found a friend for you. This is Arthur and I'm sure you will both get along swimmingly. You might not be quite delighted, but I am hopeful that you will be at least little pleased for me. You see my dear, we have a buyer for you, so your stay here with me, as delightful as it has been will soon come to an end."
He then jabbed another needle into her buttocks which, as I was later to discover ensured that April was not able to make any movement of her own body. Her paralysis had been extended,
"Who was that woman" I demanded
"That is Katerina, who owns a local custom furniture shop. We often sit here and have coffee, you know. Katerina sometimes helps me with my shop,and I help her with hers. We have lots in common you see"
"Does she know what kind of a sick fuck you are?"
"That's no way to refer to your last friend in this world is it Arthur? But to answer your question, yes Katerina has been a business associate for a long long time and is very knowledgeable in the workings of my business.
You see, Katerina runs a furniture shop near here, and it's an unusual furniture shop with no floor stock. Items are crafted upon specific requirements as requested from the most discerning of buyers.
