Not at first...

Troy grasped the hairbrush excitedly, careful to keep his noise down. Mia's timing was almost perfect - now he'd be able to watch her reactions as he played with the doll. Running his hands in between the bristles of the hairbrush, he managed to find a nice long strand of black hair. Everything was coming together.

He took the strand in one hand and with the other slowly traced his finger down the side of the doll. For a second, he thought he felt the doll twitch, but decided he was imagining things. Troy continued tracing his finger along the doll until he found a small opening in its back.

He started to get excited. What would happen next? Would the doll magically transform, turning into a miniature Mia? Or would it turn out to be a scam, another entry in his long list of disappointments? With hands shaking, he slowly inserted the hair into the doll's opening. With that, Mia and the doll were linked. Or supposed to be.

Troy waited a moment. Nothing happened. He wasn't sure what he was expecting, but the doll was still a featureless doll. Of course nothing happened he thought. Magic isn't real. He turned the doll over in his hands, hoping to see any change at all. He didn't notice anything at first, but then... the opening was gone. The entire surface of the doll was smooth. It was something, he guessed, but even after waiting another hour, no other changes took place.

Disappointed, he put the doll in its tube, and left it in its package on the windowsill. Tonight was a full moon. As Troy drifted off to sleep, he couldn't believe what a fool he'd been. He had wasted this month's spending money on a bunch of magic dolls from an unnamed stall. He may as well have bought magic beans. All to avoid one awkward interaction with a girl.

Through the night, he dreamt of the blonde from the stalls, dancing seductively for him, with another version of him puppeteering her from above like a marionette. He dreamt of the old lady in the stall, her dark eyes glinting with an unreadable intent. And finally, he dreamt of Mia, unable to control herself as she moaned in pleasure on the train, at her school, at home.

The moonlight shone through Troy's window onto the doll tube. However, the moonlight didn't reflect off the tube. It seemed instead to be drawn into the tube like a magnet, slowly but surely filling the space around the doll with its ethereal glow. As the light intensified, the features of the doll began to change. The once empty face transformed to reflect Mia's delicate features. The body too took on her curves and proportions, as if the essence of her very being was being channeled into the lifeless form.

Troy awoke in the morning with a rock solid hard-on, mind still foggy with thoughts of Mia moaning in public. He considered getting a tissue to rub one out, but as he sat up, he spotted it. The tube on the windowsill. Its color, before an opaque pink, was now clear, revealing the doll within. But it wasn't the same doll Troy had left on the windowsill. It was Mia.

It had become her perfect doppelganger, if only one sixth her size and completely nude. All the glances Troy had stolen confirmed it. The mole on her left breast. Her pert, rosy nipples. It was her. As Troy stared at the incredible sight before him, he realized the power he now had over her. With the doll linked to Mia's body, he could make her feel whatever he wanted. His heart raced with excitement and his cock twitched with anticipation.

Troy picked up the tube carefully, afraid that he was still dreaming. The clear sleeve now felt warm to the touch, almost as if it was alive. Opening the lid, he reached inside and touched the soft skin of the doll. It wasn't plastic, or silicone. It felt exactly like a real person. It felt like Mia. Dark thoughts intruded upon Troy's mind, and the erection straining against his boxers guided him. Now it was time to have some fun.