Dollmaking

You walk for some time without finding a door, just staring at dark cherry paneling and light whispery flower boom wallpaper. Finally, you find a door just off to the left down a side hallway. It says "Dollmaker". Having not seen a door of any type for a long time, you go in.

Inside the room you find a large series of dials on a panel. Inset in the dials were glass windows. Inside each of those windows seemed to be body parts of different types of people. Looking up at the top of the panel, you saw that the head was your fathers, looking down at you. It said nothing, and you checked the other windows. It appeared that in the current configuration the doll was your fathers nude body. But as you turned the dials, the body changed: one spin and everything under his head was black, or asian, or latina.

You found you could dial up and down parts as well with sliders attached to each part. You tried various combinations before settling on pert japanese tits, a latina ass, a black pussy-- keeping your dads' had. Biting your lip, you let your hand hover over the "make doll" lever you found next to the dial. You stand there immobile, your teeth almost biting through your lips, but cannot make yourself pull the lever.

Instead you back out of the room, and continue until you find a restroom. You sit down on the toilet, after carefully locking the door, you take down your pants and boxers and you wrap your hand around you cock. You let yourself imagine: what if you had slipped your dick into the Rosa animatronic? What if you had touched those dicks, practiced sucking them? You imagine your lips wrapping around Old Alex's cock, slowly pushing it into your mouth.

You reflected on the jealousy your felt in that room, and realized that it was jealousy that you weren't the object of attention. In some of your body transformation captions you'd previously taken the cheating genre and reworked it so that the boyfriend and girlfriend had switched places. They boyfriend was in the girlfriends body getting fucked by a man who didn't know he was really fucking the person he thought he was "cucking". That persistent fantasy of being told that you, a man, were better at being any woman than the woman herself.

As you continued stroking your cock you thought about the daddy doll you couldn't bring yourself to make real. You would have loved to stick your hard member into your dad's black vagina while sucking his japanese tits and slapping that latina ass. You would have bred him-- and suddenly at that thought you cum, your sperm shooting out at the mirror.

You realize the mirror has an etching of Llora on it, sprawld out on her back, and your cum landed on the etchings' face and tits. But when you look away the mirror appears to just be a regular mirror, albeit one with your cum running down it.
Finishing actual restroom business, you head back out and run directly into Llora. She seems to be in a foul mood, her mouth twisted up in anger. You knock into her with such **** you fall down on top of her.

"You're not ready yet," says Llora.

"What do you mean?" you ask.
"Huh? Idiot, I didn't say nothing," Llora says, dusts herself off, and moves down the wooden hallway. You follow after her, but she strides too fast for you, and after five turns of as many corners, you lose her again.