Erotica: The Making of a Doll

Written for one of my favorite sissies in May, 2020 

“Lucy! Lucy!”

Having finished cheerleading practice an hour early, Sybil had decided to swing by her friend Lucy’s house on her way home to gossip about cheerleading practices and her new boyfriend. Lucy had missed practice today since she had had a dentist appointment that morning, and Sybil couldn’t wait to fill her in. She yelled up to Lucy’s window again.  

“Luuuucy!”

Still no answer. Sybil figured she must be in her room listening to music. Since the front door was always unlocked anyway, she decided to run up and surprise her. She gingerly opened and closed the front door, slipping right in with her characteristic poise. Only seventeen, Sybil exuded a mature, womanly confidence. It’s not surprising since she has been ensnaring men in her orbit since she was only thirteen. It was inevitable. The shimmering flow of her golden hair, the way her smooth, supple skin hugged her surprisingly toned body, her luscious pouting lips, and her elusive, intoxicating eyes that seemed to change color and shape every time you saw them were unmatched. However, what made so many boys (and men…and girls and women if we’re being honest) weak were her legs. Standing at a towering 5’ 10,” Sybil was taller than almost everyone at school and she carried her height with a confidence and authority rare for a woman her age (but then, Sybil was a rare creature in every respect). You could tell immediately that she relished the fact that boys in school had to look up to talk to her, her eyes twinkling every time a boy craned his neck to look her in the eyes. She pranced up the stairs with her gym bag banging against her hips in her yoga capris, tank top, and high pony tail. She wished there were someone at the bottom of the stairs she could have taunted them with the sight of her legs, because she felt instinctively they looked amazing.

She skipped straight into Lucy’s room, hoping to scare her with her headphones on, and stopped dead in her tracks. Her perfect lips parted to let out a gasp.

She couldn’t believe what she was seeing.  

There in front of her was Lucy’s little sophomore brother dressed up in Lucy’s cheerleading outfit. 

“Oh my GOD,” she gasped reflexively. At first he hadn’t seen her come in, but hearing Sybil’s voice, K jumped, and spun around. His eyes widened and he stood there frozen like a dear, staring at her. This gave Sybil a chance to get a closer look at the absolute tomfoolery of what she was witnessing. K’s scrawny, hardly pubescent body dangled awkwardly from Lucy’s skimpy blue and gold cheerleading uniform. She had never seen a boy wearing a skirt – let alone one this skimpy and this girly – and let alone wearing a cheerleading uniform. Sybil could feel a smile creeping across her face as the shock wore off and transformed into delight, and worse…inspiration.

“P-p-please don’t tell anyone! I’ll…I’ll…umm..” K began stuttering, still unable to move or take his eyes away from Sybil’s increasingly sinister gaze, “I’ll do anything!”

Anything? The sight of K, pathetic and quivering in that tight cheerleading skirt had already awoken something in Sybil, but the sound of his plea sealed the deal. He looked so vulnerable, so small, so…malleable. Like a doll begging to be played with. And there was nothing that Sybil loved more than dolls.

“Stop cowering and stand up straight, so I can get a better look at you,” she barked almost instinctively. She surprised herself by the forcefulness of her tone, and his immediate reaction to her command pleased her. In a rush, K snapped up, his arms flung to either side of that delicate, pleated skirt, and his face pointed forward, the full flushness of his skin now on display. Would he be that easy to command? And would it keep feeling this good to command to him?

She took a few steps forward, her pony tail gently swaying with each step, and surveyed her new toy. She moved his arms so that his hands rested on his hips, giving her a better sense of his potential as a little doll. Not bad, she thought.

“Now, listen loser. I know your secret now. I mean, I know this isn’t the first time you’ve gotten dressed up in Lucy’s clothes and even if it were I can tell you’ve been wanting to do this for a long time. And so long as you don’t want me to tell anyone about this, you’re going to do everything I say. You understand?”

“Yes! Y-y-yes Sybil” K practically screamed. Behind the fear in his voice, Sybil could sense something else. Was it…eagerness? Excitement? Sure enough, K’s body was starting to do what all boy’s bodies seemed to do when she started giving them attention. His breathing was becoming heavier and arousal began wafting off his body like steam. He wasn’t just afraid, she realized. He wanted this. He wanted to be turned into her doll, to be made to do anything she told him.

 Inspired by this realization, she walked right up to him, slapped him across the face, grabbed his hair and forced him to his knees. There was no resistance as his body collapsed hungrily in response.

 A well of fire began burning inside of her as the sting from the slap simmered on her palm. She had never felt this feeling before. The control was intoxicating. She could feel herself rising in stature, towering over his meek, useless body and his desire to become her bitch made her stronger by the second. Sure, boys had always fawned over her and she could get them to do anything she wanted most of the time, but this was different. This was total control and she loved it.

“Did you know I love playing dress up with little dolls? And you’re just the doll I’ve been waiting for. I mean, look at you – you look absolutely girly in that uniform.” As soon as she said the word, “girly,” K became even more flush, his eyes darted downwards coyly. “Oh, you want to be girly don’t you, K? You dress up in your sister’s clothes because you like to dress up like a pretty, little girl.” She laughed and started playing with his hair, tugging it, seeing whether it would be long enough to tie up in pig tails or adorn with hair clips or ribbons.

 “From now on I’m not calling you K because that’s a boy’s name, and you’re not a boy are you? I mean, you don’t look like a boy wearing that cheerleading uniform. K, that’s what I’ll call you. K my little doll. What do you think, K?”

 “Um that’s…”

 She bent forward slapped her forcefully across the face. “That sounded like the voice of a boy, K. Are you a boy doll or a girl doll?”

 K pointed her eyes downwards again, embarrassed but obviously excited. Sybil relished the sight of her shame. “A girl doll,” K squeaked in an awkward high pitched voice.

 Sybil burst out laughing at K trying to sound feminine. “Better. Now K,” Sybil took extra time annunciating her new name, “stand back up, lift up your skirt and show me your undies.”

 K looked up horrified, and instinctively tried to cover her pleated skirt with her hands, but Sybil was too quick. She grasped K by the ear, lifting her up to her feet, so that K face was merely inches from her chin (K was a good six inches shorter than her). For a moment it crossed Sybil’s mind that K was probably one of the boys who had spent years fantasizing about being this close to her and how funny it was that now she finally was…just not how she ever could have imagined.

 She twisted K’s ear until K let out a yelp. “Now, stop fussing and be a good doll and show me your undies.” 

 Sheepishly, K reached down and pulled up her skirt to reveal a pair of orange and green striped boxers. Contrasted with the delicate cute girlishness of her cheerleading uniform, the boxers were an eyesore. “Oh! No, no no no those are gross and all wrong. No doll of mine is going to wear guy’s underwear. Take them off right now.” Between the forcefulness of her command and her smooth, feminine hand still wrapped threateningly around K’s ear, this time K didn’t miss a beat. She hurriedly slipped the boxers off, revealing a puny, but fully erect prick.  

 “Good girl” she cooed. “Now, there is no way in hell I want to be looking at that thing, so go into my gym bag right there and pull out the panties I was wearing at school today. You’ll wear those instead.” She could tell this excited K, who didn’t hesitate for a moment, instead rushing to her gym bag. Before she could drop to the ground, Sybil stopped her. “Uh uh uh, K. I want you to reach for them, while standing.” K paused for a moment, and Sybil knew she realized what that meant. K gulped and bent forward solely, her teeny tiny cheerleading skirt riding up nearly all the way to her hips, putting her ass cheeks on full display. Bent over like this, K was utterly humiliated and Sybil relished in it.

 Sybil watched K closely as she searched for Sybil’s panties. This was the first look that Sybil had gotten of K’s legs. Like a lot of the younger boys, K’s legs were still silky smooth, and actually from this angle with her in this skirt, you wouldn’t be able to tell if she was a boy or a girl. In fact, her legs looked pretty nice. 

 K fished out Sybil’s mint green, cheeky Victoria’s Secret panties that she had been wearing that day, and quickly slipped them on. “Spin around a few times and tell me how they feel.” Sybil instructed.

 K did as she was told but struggled to speak. “They feel..they feel…” But K couldn’t get herself to say it. She started and stopped but couldn’t get herself to admit how good they felt.

Impatient, Sybil jolted over and thrust her into the wall, pressing her own young, powerful feminine body against K’s, so that all the fabric from K cheerleading uniform, Sybil’s panties, the wisps of hair falling out of Sybil’s ponytail, and the soft skin of Sybil’s bare legs flooded K in feminine sensation. Sybil could feel K own hairless, soft, feminine legs entangled with her own, and the only difference between them was that her own legs were taller and stronger. She reached under K’s skirt, and pulled her mint green panties up taut, causing a wave of goose bumps to ripple across K’s ass, and taunted her:  “Just say it! Admit that you love the way my panties feel against your skin. That you love the feeling of wearing girl’s underwear under a girl’s cheerleading uniform while dressing like a girl because you like feeling like a girl.” Sybil looked straight into K’s increasingly sheepish eyes, and she could feel a warm bulge starting to press through against her leg through K’s cheerleading skirt and her panties underneath. She tugged the panties again, so that they hugged the growing bulge even tighter.

 “Okay fine!” K squealed, squirming against Sybil’s forceful body.

 “Okay fine what?” Sybil demanded.

 “I…I like the feeling of your panties!”

 Sybil kneed K in the crotch, “what else!” she demanded, hovering her knee against K’s crotch.

 “Ooooooooo ummm I like the feeling of…” Sybil drove her knee in harder, “aaaaayyy….the feeling of my sister’s cheerleading outfit! And I like feeling like I’m your doll! I like feeling feminine and pretty!”

 Sybil released her knee, but stayed pressed up against K drunk with the power from receiving that confession. They remained like that, panting and Sybil was amazed at what an effect that confession had on her. Getting inside K’s mind, exposing her, and forcing her to comply to her every whim was turning out to be such a rush. She realized it may be even more fun than making out with other boys.

 Sybil was getting high off K’s body and mind becoming putty in her hands. K was so malleable and eager now, all Sybil wanted to was to see just how feminine she could be. After all, between her dainty frame, her delicate legs, and the cheerleading uniform she was practically all the way there. And whatever was between her legs fit so snugly in her panties, even that wasn’t a giveaway. Sybil was inspired.

 “Good girl,” Sybil cooed, running K’s hair, now damp from her nervous sweating, behind her ear. “Then it’s time to fix you up.” She stepped back, and grasped K’s small hands playfully but forcibly in her own, and pulled her over to Lucy’s vanity. She sat K down on the bench in front of the mirror. Even though she knew she had K wrapped around her finger, she held K’s shoulders firmly anyway. “Close your eyes and don’t even think about moving,” she commanded.

 Once she was sure K’s eyes were closed, she sashayed over to her gym bag and pulled out her own crisp cheerleading uniform. As she slipped out of her yoga pants and shirt she watched K closely. She was so still she actually looked like a doll. At least, if it weren’t for the fact her breathing was becoming heavier and heavier with the anticipation of what was to follow. Luxuriating in K’s anticipation, Sybil decided to take her sweet time slipping into her uniform. First the extremely tight and short, blue and gold pleated skirt. And then, the form-fitting, low cut gold tank on top. She took the opportunity to redo her pony tail, ensuring it looked absolutely perfect.

 After what must have felt like an eternity to K', she slowly walked back to the vanity. Sensing her presence, K began breathing more sharply, her face becoming flush all over. Sybil taunted her by brushing against K’s arms and legs, letting her feel the rustles of Sybil’s own uniform. “Oh…” K sighed, realizing. “That’s right,” Sybil cooed, “we match now. Just two gals on the squad together. But you can’t show up to practice like this” Sybil mused. “This is high school, not middle school. You’ve got to look the part” 

 With K’s eyes still closed, Sybil reached into Lucy’s vanity pulling out her make up kit. As soon as K heard the sound of the brushes and makeup bottles clanking against each other, she knew what was coming. She gasped, and her chest instinctively arched forward in desire. In response, Sybil picked out one of her favorites of Lucy’s lip glosses, clutched K’s chin between her hands and began to paint. Sybil had never noticed how juicy, plump, and feminine K’s lips were before, but they were perfect for lip gloss. Each time she glided the lip gloss over K’s lips, K couldn’t help but let out a sigh, her body softening to the sensation. “Smack them,” Sybil instructed, “and make sure to rub all the gloss in.” K obliged, eagerly.

 “Good,” Sybil smiled. “Now what else do you need…ahh of course, your eyes.” She reached for the mascara. “Open your eyes and look at me,” Sybil instructed. When K opened her eyes they were full of a deep wanting and thrill. Gone was the fear and shame, and in their place pure want. “Now look at me and don’t blink or I’ll fuck up your make up. Understood?” K nodded. Sybil carefully pulled the mascara wand out and began slowly, methodically stroking K’s lashes. She tugged them over and over, each time revealing their length and curl until they were thick, black, and luscious.

 “There,” Sybil exclaimed, “this is perfect.” At last she stepped out of the way so that K could look at herself in the mirror. Sybil, pulled her up to standing so that K could take in the full sight: the two of them in matching cheerleading uniforms, side by side. K was staring, marveling, touching her face and her lips. “Arch your back like this,” Sybil instructed, running her fingers down K’s spine and pulling her shoulders back. “That way your chest will stick out more. And pop your hips like this.” K obliged, with each of Sybil’s instructions becoming increasingly feminine, increasingly delicate. Sybil could tell that K felt so good.

 “Mmmm you look so much better like this, K. So much that I don’t think you were ever meant to be a boy. I think you were always meant to be a little doll, don’t you think?”

 K by now was so enrapt by her own femininity she answered immediately, “oh yes, yes Sybil.”

 “And if you want to keep looking pretty like this and keep your secret safe you’re going to have to do anything I want, remember?”

 “Oh yes, Sybil, I’ll do anything” K gasped, gazing at their reflection.

 As K said that, Sybil realized this was only the beginning. That she was going to transform K every which way, and was going to see just how total her control over her could become. She was going to turn K into an obedient, feminine toy for her pleasure. Arousal washed over her at the thought.

 “We look like we could be sisters, don’t we, K?” Sybil squealed, clutching K’s shoulders. “Now, I wonder if everyone at the mall will think so too.”

 “The…the mall…?” K stammered, suddenly horrified.

 Sybil smiled, mischievously. “Oh yes K, the mall.”