(Subplot) Sophie's Own Show

Sophie lay on the bed in the spare room Rebecca had allocated her and tried to enjoy a rare moment away from the witch. There had apparently been developments at the mansion that had caught Rebecca's attention, and that she didn't necessarily want Sophie to see, so the glitch had been given a brief window of private time without Rebecca either cosying up to or tormenting her, depending on the witches' mood. The break didn't last too long.

"Knock knock!" Rebecca announced cheerily as the door swung open "Well, your buddies did it. They have their own show and it seems to be very popular. I can understand why too. Look!"

Rebecca handed Sophie her laptop. There was live footage of Tina chatting absent mindedly to Abigail whilst carefully shaving the pubes from her pussy. Abi, for her part, was lying face down on her bed and scratching her bare butt like she had already forgotten she was being broadcast live.

"I really don't think we should be watching this" Sophie remarked flatly, handing the tablet back.

"Why not? I thought you would be pleased to see how happy your wife is with her new roommate? They don't go as well together as you and I do though, right?"

"Whatever"

"You seem a little sulky today Sophie, and I think I know why" Rebecca speculated "All of your friends are getting famous and you are missing out. So I've had an idea. Why don't we give you your very own show!"

"What? No, I don't want to be famous!" Sophie protested.

"Don't worry, you won't be, it will just be me watching - come on, I'll show you what I have in mind!"

Sophie wearily followed Rebecca through to the living room where a large dolls house now stood on the coffee table.

"Oh, no way!" Sophie moaned as she realised what the witch had in mind for her "I am not doing this!"

"Of course you are!" Rebecca smirked as she playfully bopped her **** roommate on the nose.

Within an instant, Sophie had shrunk to around the size of an action figure, no more than four inches tall. Rebecca carefully picked her up and carried her towards the house.

"My goodness, I didn't think you could get any cuter! And you take up so much less space now!"

"What am I supposed to do in here?" Sophie complained as Rebecca placed her down in the kitchen. This was clearly no ordinary dolls house. All of the appliances were real and working, though the other residents were a mismatched collection of dolls, action figures and stuffed animals, presumably to ramp up the humiliation for Sophie. Looking around, micro cameras had been installed all over the place.

"Just do whatever comes naturally, little one. Like I said, it will only be me watching, for now at least, though I imagine I could retire off the proceeds of selling the footage to certain specialist websites. We will try and make this a bit more fun than Lucy's show - magical games, rewards and punishments, that kind of thing - but when I'm not interacting with you, you can have the run of the house. Oh, and I have put you back in charge of your own orgasms. I know it's been a while, so if you feel like relieving yourself and letting all that pent up sexual energy out please do. It will make great TV! I have to message my minion now and see how she is getting on. I'll leave you to settle into your new home!"

"Rebecca, wait..."

The witch ignored Sophie as she left her alone in the dolls house. Sophie placed her hands on her hips and glared at one of her new roommates, a stuffed pig sitting at the kitchen table. As unwelcome as this development was, she at least technically had her own place now and was no longer sharing with Rebecca. Since she had nothing better to do, Sophie figured she may as well check out her new pad.