The Dollhouse
“Well well well, what do we have here?” Sandy said as she looked down at yet another doll left on the floor. She shook her head in disbelief. “This is the last fucking time I’m gonna pick your toy as Meghan!”
Sandy bent over to pick the little ref doll up. It was weird to see such an old doll left on the ground, usually, it’s barbies she ends up stepping on but it all made sense once the eyes of the little raggedy piece of crap started glowing. It wasn’t long before she was on the ground with the doll, completely passed out.
When she woke up she was looking through a weird perspective, as in, she was literally looking at herself.
She watched as the new owner of her body started to take off her shirt and pants. Sandy tried to move but couldn't muster the strength. Her old body then started taking off her underwear and that’s when she tried speaking out, no response.
That’s when she got the attention of her old body. She watched in terror as an uneasy smile crept across her face. She grabbed the clothes she had taken off and used them to partially cover her naked parts. “Meghan, you left one of your dolls on the floor!” That’s when she walked away.
Doll…. She had swapped bodies with a doll! She didn’t know people could do that none the less a doll! It was the nail in the coffin when Meghan ran in and picked her up and took it to her new home, the dollhouse!
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