Mia discovers the doll

As the day wore on, Mia grew increasingly restless. The memory of those ethereal hands caressing her body lingered in the back of her mind, teasing and taunting her with the promise of pleasure. Despite her best efforts to concentrate on her studies, she could feel her heart racing each time she caught a whiff of the funky smell that she couldn't seem to get rid of. She felt warm and clammy, and felt relieved that today was only a half day of classes.

When Mia arrived home in the early afternoon, the smell had again grown in strength, and her memories of the invisible hands had warped. Their unwanted presence now faded in her mind, as she only recalled writhing in pleasure, moaning, as they caressed her body. The thought of being alone in the house, free from prying eyes and judgment, sent a wave of anticipation coursing through her veins.

Taking off her shoes in the hallway, she glanced at the clock, calculating how long she had before Troy got home from work. He wouldn't be back for another few hours, but she'd still better check he wasn't here. She couldn't have another scenario like yesterday. She could barely look Troy in the eyes as it was. And she was sure that pervert got off on it.

Mia crept upstairs towards the bedrooms, and her awaiting ecstasy. "Hello?" she questioned, hoping to hear no response. She got none. With a determined step, Mia headed towards Troy's bedroom, her heart racing faster with each passing second.

At the top of the stairs, Mia knocked on Troy's closed bedroom door. "Troy?" As she knocked, the door swung open, hitting Mia with the stench of body odour and day old cum. She winced at the smell of the stale air, but the door swung open to reveal Troy was gone. She had the house to herself, and she was free to-

Is that my hairbrush?

Mia looked at the hairbrush sitting atop the bookcase in the far corner of the room. It certainly looked like hers. Steeling herself, she stepped into the room to investigate.

What the fuck, Troy?

Mia stepped over the dirty clothes to the bookcase, and picked up her hairbrush, looking at the teeth. There, nestled between them, lay two black strands of hair — hers. Her heart raced as realization dawned on her; Troy must have used her brush while masturbating. Fucking pervert. Getting hard from strands of my hair.

She grabbed the hairbrush and spun around to leave, when she noticed something else. A doll. A naked doll on a towel. You've got to be fucking kidding me! What fucking anime bullshit was Troy into? The voyeurism and the lewd comments were bad enough, but this was fucking shameless. Again Mia went to leave, but morbid curiousity drew her to the doll. Something within her had to see it.

Mia stepped forward towards the doll on the towel, and was shocked. It was her. A perfect scale model.

Her eyes widened as she examined the tiny figure. It looked just like her - every detail was perfect, right down to the mole on her left breast, and the slight curl of her fingernails. This couldn't be happening. She shook her head, trying to make the doll disappear. But it was still there, as real and tangible as anything else in the room. Did he have this thing fucking custom made?!

As Mia went to pick up the doll, she noticed her hand was sticky. She pulled it back to smell her hand, and immediately regretted it. Cum. Fucking Troy. He could at least clean up after himself. She wiped her hand off on the (hopefully) clean towel.

As she went again to grab the doll, she suddenly felt a jolt of electricity surge through her body. To her surprise (and growing alarm), she realized that she was experiencing the exact same sensations as the doll! As she held the doll's arm, she felt her own touch on the her arm — it was as though she were being touched by invisible hands right along with her miniature clone.

Her heart pounding in her chest, Mia dropped the doll with a cry of shock and disgust. The realization hit her like a ton of bricks: Troy was behind yesterday's sensations! That depraved fucker! She was going to kill him.

This couldn't be happening! How could this doll be real? And more importantly, how could Troy have done... that? She looked at the doll, sitting there, covered in cum, and suddenly felt unclean. Was that...? She smelled the air. It was the same stale scent that had followed her all day. She felt like she was going to throw up.

Mia stared down at the doll on the floor, she felt a mixture of disgust, anger, and fear. Troy had not only violated her in the most intimate of ways, but he had also used her as a plaything, leaving her covered in his semen just for kicks. The thought made her skin crawl and her stomach turn, and yet she couldn't deny the thrill that ran through her veins.

Mia carefully wrapped the doll in the towel, wiping off what semen she could. Parts of it had dried and crusted to her doll form, the consequences of which she didn't really want to think about.

Weighing her options, Mia considered destroying the doll immediately. As she gripped the doll, however, she felt her own grasp, and wondered if destroying the doll would also destroy her. Caution won out, and in the end she decided to take the doll and lock it away. And then kill Troy. She looked at the hairbrush in her other hand, and wondered if it was involved somehow.

Mia left the room with the doll and the hairbrush clutched closely to her chest. After a moment's contemplation, she entered the bathroom, placing the doll on the shower floor. Both her and the doll were due for a deep clean.