Party Preparations

In a gust of ethereal wind your clothes were blown away leaving you standing in only your new feminine underwear. A pink bra and panty set, no longer stuffed, and a thick corset. You blushed profusely at being exposed in such feminine garments. Never in your life had your masculinity been so thoroughly crushed as it had today and yet, Ash was only getting started.

"Are you blushing? Oh that's so cute! You won't get any pity from me though, it just makes me want to torment you more." Her smokey figure poked you in the nose as she spoke.

To your shock, you found that her touch had left something on your face. A pink button was now stuck to your nose! "What the hell? Get this thing off of me!" You tugged at the button to no avail, no longer focused on your embarrassment.

"Oh that's right, that voice of yours simply will not do. No doll of mine is going to sound like some gruff brute! Let's fix that, shall we?" With a wave of Ash's hand a drawer opened and out flew a piece of black fabric that rocketed directly at you.

You threw up your hands to try and stop the projectile but it easily weaved between your fingers and latched onto your throat. The **** of the thing caused you to cough, "AHK- What did you jus-?!" you covered your mouth in shock. Your voice had become high pitched and girly again! Looking to the mirror to your side you saw that you now sported a lacey black choker that was cartoonishly squeezing your neck.

"No no no no NO!" No matter how you tried to lower your voice you just sounded like a girl doing a poor imitation of a man's voice. The choker itself was tightening your vocal cords! You stomped around as you tried to get a grip around the choker to take it off but it was useless.

"AHAHAHAH!!! You sound like a little girl throwing a tantrum! Oh, that's hilarious!" Ash cackled at your distress before regathering her composure, "Try not to use up all of that energy now, you're about to need it. But first we have one more thing to take care off."

The wardrobe doors swung open and out flew multiple pairs of identical panties. One by one they shot up your legs as you were suspended in the air by Ash's smoke. By the end of it the stacked panties jutted out from your ass by a good few inches and your groin was visibly flattened. At the same time you heard the sound of running water from the master bathroom. You turned your head to see a pair of floating, recently filled water balloons that settled right into your bra cups.

"Water balloons, truly a classic," Ash spoke as you were carried out of the master bedroom to a different room of the dollhouse, "My favorite part is how the tied off ends almost look like nipples!"

You started blushing again. Your mind couldn't seem to decide whether to be embarrassed, angry, or terrified as you flip flopped between the emotions. As usual, however, you didn't have time to process these emotions as you were brought to your destination. The room appeared to be a home gym stocked with a yoga mat, a few tiny, pink colored dumbbells, and a treadmill. Besides the room being plastic and toy-like it seemed fairly normal, excluding the aggressively tall, pure white high heels perched on the treadmill.

It didn't take much thinking for you to figure out what was going to happen next but before you could even try to argue your feet were already being **** into the towering heels. **** was a particularly accurate term seeing as the heels were far smaller than your feet, yet somehow they were squeezed inside as though they had been compressed into a dainty, girly shape. Most strange of all was that you felt no pain in having your feet stuffed into the smaller shoes, in fact it felt weirdly pleasant.

As you dwelt upon the strange feelings a chain suddenly manifested connecting the treadmill to your choker and the machine sprung to life. You stumbled forward barely able to stand in your new heels, let alone walk, and cried out to Ash, "L-let me out of this! I look like a bumbling ape that's been assaulted by a Victoria's Secret display! It's ridiculous!"

Your poor attempt as reasoning with the spirit fell on apathetic ears, "Oh I admit that you look somewhat silly now, but that's the whole point of this. We can't get you looking, and more importantly acting, pretty without putting in some work. Which is why we're here. We can't have you going to a party without a pretty pair of heels so I'll have to make sure you're ready to move gracefully in them. Could you imagine how embarrassing it would be if my Dolly wasn't able to strut in heels? It might take a while but you'd need the training sooner or later so we might as well get to it now!"

You couldn't believe it. She really did think of you as her property to be trained and transformed. As you clumsily walked on the treadmill you tried to think of a way out of this mess. While you were inside of the dollhouse it seemed like Ash was all powerful. There was nothing you could do to defy her in her domain, but maybe you'd have a better chance in the real world. Hiding in the house was certainly out of the question, even if you managed to avoid going to the dinner party she would just sweep you back into her dollhouse. Maybe her power over you was related to the proximity of the dollhouse? If that were true then running would be the best bet. When Ash lets you out to walk to the neighbour's house would be the optimal chance to hightail it.

You nodded to yourself as you went over your admittedly basic plan. It wasn't much but it was hope at the very least. Suddenly it occurred to you that you weren't sure how much time had just passed. It had felt like minutes at most but your calves were burning as though it had been much longer. Looking down at yourself left you shocked to find that you were now strutting like a natural woman without even trying. You gracefully placed one foot in front of the other and rolled your hips side to side with each step. On top of that you were walking with your shoulders pulled back and your stuffed chest pushed out. The other wise foreign weight on your chest now felt normal and accommodated, and that frightened you more than anything else.

"Surprised?" Ash's voice echoed around you as she rematerialized, "It's actually been hours since we started but I used some of my magic to mess with your perspective so that you'd be a little less resistant than you have been so far. I corrected any mistakes in your walk until we cultivated the perfectly elegant and womanly gait that you are now using. A few more sessions of this and you might not ever be able to walk like a clumsy man again.

You tried to quell your growing panic in the face of Ash's absolute power over you. The idea that some of these changes could become permanent made you realize that escape was even more important than you had initially thought. You didn't have much time to worry though as you were lifted off of the treadmill, still wearing the high heels, back to the master bedroom.

"Let's get your hair and makeup a little more fancy for the occasion," Ash flicked her wrist and you were once again assaulted by flying cosmetics, "As for clothing, I have just the cute little number in mind. You're going to look beautiful in this Dolly, and the boys are gonna love you."

You could feel her smiling but your vision was blocked by the cosmetics again so you couldn't see the devilish grin yourself. You felt something being pulled over your head and then wrapped around your waist. Another object was slung over your arm and you tried to get a look at it but the exact moment the cosmetics finished their job you were sent flying out of the dollhouse. The sudden rush of movement made you let out a girlish squeal that caused you to blush in embarrassment. That aside, you finally had a chance to get a look at your outfit and the new changes Ash had thrust upon you.