The dolls are alive.

Looking up you see you are surrounded, all of the dolls have come to life and become full sized women and they are looking at you hungrily around your bed..

“What, how, who are all of you?” You ask trying to convince yourself they are somehow people dressed like the dolls, but somehow you know that is not the case. These are the dolls made flesh.

“We want to play.” They all say in unison, “Fuck us please. Please you have to ask us so we can touch you, that is the law.”

‘The law?’ you think, but you find it hard to think straight.