Meeting the Neighbours

"Hi! I'm Linda and this is my husband Henry, we're your new neighbours!" On the other side of the door was a chipper looking woman and a man with a warm smile. They seemed to be more than a decade older than you but that wasn't very surprising. The demographic for the area was mostly middle aged couples or families, a senior like your grandmother was rare but someone as young as you was even rarer.

You stood there silent for a moment, unsure of what to do. You wanted to close the door and hide from the embarrassment but the last thing you needed was for these people to get nosey. First impressions were already screwed but if you could get them to leave maybe you could save what little pride you had left by never interacting with them ever again.

The man, Henry, let out a light chuckle, "She seems a bit nervous. Don't worry miss, we won't bite. Why don't you start by telling us your name?"

Shit, a name? You started having second thoughts. Maybe you should just close the door after all?

Suddenly the voice of your tormenter echoed through your head, "What are you, socially inept? I'm taking over, I can't stand watching you make a fool of yourself."

In an instant you could feel invisible hands clamp down all across your body. You could no longer move freely, you were basically a puppet. You wanted to scream in terror but not even your face or voice were yours to control anymore.

You felt a smile cross your painted lips and another hand squeeze your vocal cords, "Sorry, I'm just a bit tired from unpacking. It's a lot of work for a girl like me! My name is Dolly! Super nice to meet you two!"

You couldn't believe what you just heard. Was that girly voice yours? And Dolly? That sure as hell wasn't your name! Your name was... Another horrifying realization struck you. You couldn't remember your own name anymore.

"Dolly, huh?" Linda smiled, "That's a very cute name, though perhaps a bit old fashioned."

"My mom picked it," you giggled against your will, "She's always been a bit old fashioned but I love my name all the same. It's just so me, you know?"

"How sweet," Linda giggled along with you, "Well you seem busy settling in so we won't keep you long but before we get out of your hair we wanted to invite you to a dinner party tonight! We're planning to invite the whole neighbourhood with you as the guest of honour! Think of it as a welcoming party, nothing too formal so come dressed however you like."

"Oh that sounds wonderful!" You lightly clapped in front of your stuffed chest, "I'll be there, and I'll make sure to wear something cute too."

You said your goodbyes and the couple left. As soon as you had closed the door you could feel Ash's control over you disappear. You were relieved that you weren't being strung along like a puppet anymore but things were already spiraling out of control. You had to find a way to resist Ash and avoid that dinner party or you might die from the humiliation. But how could you resist Ash? She seemed like some kind of all powerful spirit dead set on making you into her plaything. The only thing you could think of was getting the hell away from the dollhouse. If she couldn't catch you then she couldn't effect you, right?

You booked it away from the door and the dollhouse towards the bathroom, locking yourself in once you were there. Before anything else you needed to get out of this ridiculous getup. Looking in the mirror you saw her again. The attractive young woman you appeared to be, Dolly. You shuddered, still thoroughly terrified by the fact that you could not recall your real name. Maybe once you started looking like you again the memory would return?

You decided to start with the wig. The long hair reached past your shoulders and was entirely foreign to you seeing as you usually kept your hair short. You reached up and gave the wig a tug but instead of removing it as you expected you were met with a sharp pain in your scalp, "OW. What the fu..." It wasn't a wig, this was your real hair.

"H-how the hell is this possible?" you stared at the shiny blonde locks coming from your head, passively noting that your voice had returned to normal, "D-damnit! I'm not giving up!"

You turned on the faucet at the sink and started rubbing down your face. Hair could be cut, it wasn't a big deal. Washing off the makeup would be far more effective at making you look masculine again. After a solid 20 seconds of scrubbing you raised your face and looked back into the mirror. The reflection showed a flawlessly pretty face. Dolly's face, "This can't be real..." your voice trembled.

"But it is real," Ash's voice echoed in your mind. You spun around and sitting right behind you was the dollhouse once again, "You've become a mirror of the doll within my dollhouse. Anything I do to it changes you. Your pretty hair, your cute face, even your slim waist, none of it will change unless I change it myself. Dolls don't get to choose what they look like, after all."

You screamed as you were sucked into the dollhouse once again. When you opened your eyes you were in the master bed room, same as when you were ejected earlier.

Ash then appeared and circled around you, "Watching you squirm and panic in that bathroom was fun but we have work to do and so little time to do it. You need to be presentable for that party. Who knows, maybe we'll even meet a cute boy for you to flirt with!"