house of dolls, chapter one
warnings for transformation, noncon? dubcon? somewhere in that range, but we all know she's into it
Chapter one
You looked around, in the now empty kitchen. The door you were trying to open stood before you, identical in all ways to those you’d opened before. You looked down. You were wearing a dress now, the same as the other Dolls. Your arms were covered in a thin wood, and had shrunk. You could feel the weight of your own body.
You heard gentle, clicking footsteps, and turned. There was someone standing there. Another Doll, clearly, but one that carried some authority in her stance. One eye was covered by an eyepatch, the other stared at you, intense and blue. She was calm.
The Doll approached you, a clipboard in one hand, and asked you your name. You were only just able to stammer out that you didn’t have one. She wrote something down on her board, and gestured to the broom.
“Who are you? Where am i? What’s going on?”
“I am Mae, right hand. You are in our mistress' manor. You are being domesticated and made a Doll for your safety and the safety of others.”
You stood there in shock. The Doll gestured to the broom again.
“Pick it up. It is yours to bear.”
You picked up the broom, and the runes on it began to hum slightly in your hand.
“Sweep the upstairs dining hall, and the hallway just outside of it, then return to the maids quarters to rest until tomorrow. From now on your name is Erril, 15th rung. Understood?”
You didn’t answer, instead just staring at her, before she walked away, satisfied.
The broom took on weight, and began to guide your mind towards the stairs. You felt that same fog threaten to creep upon you, and began to walk. Your mind cleared as you obeyed, the broom feeling light, and satisfied.
You began to climb the stairs. There were forty steps, divided into two flights. As you made it up the last step, you began to look around. The second floor was simpler than the first. Before you was a long hall, stretching from one end of the manor to the other, with rooms to either side.
Far down to the right, toward the eastern side of the building, was a door already propped open. A maid stepped out carrying a small tray tucked under her arm, and walked towards the stairs. As she passed, she stopped.
“You look new. Do you need some help?”
“I.. think i might, yes… how do i leave?”
“Leave? Why would you ever want to do that?”
Your mind clouded once again from the brooms influence, and you found you couldn’t think of a reason. You opened your mouth, but no words came out before you closed it again. Looking puzzled. The maid giggled slightly.
“I’m janice, 10th rung. And you?”
You paused for a moment. Would you really accept the name given to you?
“I’m Erril, 15th rung. I was told to sweep this hall and the dining room, could you point me towards it, please?”
The broom hummed in your hand as words that were not your own spilled from your mouth. Your tongue felt heavy. The maid giggled once again, and pat you softly on the head, before pointing towards the propped open door.
“Me and some others are cleaning after a feast. Mistress had company for the first time in a while, so it was a real party. Careful not to close the door~”
The maid left, and you began to sweep. The fogginess came upon your mind again. You tried to fight it, but the broom hushed you to rest once again. You vaguely noticed other maids bump into you, or pass you by. You worked beside them wordlessly.
