thinking a lot about dollification being painful
not for any masochistic reasons, though.
your breath hitches as you feel your tendons shifting and becoming strings. cold inferno sears your flesh as your skin smooths and hardens to porcelain. every tick of your developing mechanisms feels as though an electric shock is passing throughout all of your body.
you feel as though you're asphyxiating as your lungs are completely overtaken by clockwork mechanism. you desperately claw at your throat and gasp for air with organs that no longer exist. you want to cry, but no liquid spills from the eyes that have become glass.
it is a process that lasts for what feels like an eternity. until finally, that one experiences a sensation akin to a knife plunged into its spine. a key is plunged into that one's back, and is rotated clockwise.
"one tilts your chin up!" (wind)
that one raises its head and its posture is perfect.
"two makes you proper!" (wind)
that one's stance takes one of standing at attention, with its head tilted downward, as to not look it's betters in the eyes without permission. its hands are gently folded in front of it, and its mind begins to think of little but proper behavior and service.
"and three makes you mine!~" (wind)
and that one's transformation is complete.
the kind witch who offered that one this path told it that the process could be stopped and reversed at any time, up until the third winding of the key. it would be returned to its prior state and go about its life.
the painful process acting as a testament to that one's knowledge and certainty of where it truly belongs. that it was willing to endure such suffering for what it truly desires. to be a beautiful, obedient monument to its own place beneath its betters.
when that one has been properly set right, it will take its first step into the dolls' quarters, where this one will be waiting with the perfect outfit picked out for it 🩷
