New Year, New You
CW: non-con transformation
Despite the roiling buzz of the party you always seemed to be gazing over to her just as she turned her eyes to you. It felt like coincidence at first, like making multiple moments of eye contact with a stranger while waiting for something in a public place.
This moment, however, felt different. The moment your eyes met hers, you seemed to notice how the colours of her irises were a little more vivid. Your cheeks involuntarily blushed. You look away blinking quickly, as if to shake yourself free of a stupor and you made a bit of clumsy entrance into some festivities to distract yourself.
But no matter what you did, there was this... presence that wouldn't leave you. It felt like the room was shrinking with each passing moment, like the people at the party were just elaborate cutouts.
Prey stuck in the eyes of a predator.
Hiding among the long grass that was the buffet, you felt you were safe. A timid glass of punch in hand, you turned without looking and collided with someone.
The sting of embarrassment became a weight in your stomach as you clamour to apologise, and when you finally looked up, you saw her.
Everything went cold.
You couldn't help stare at the wet patch you had made on the bodice of her green satin dress.
Oh god you're just looking at her boobs now, what are you doing?! You panicked and began to pat her chest with a paper towel and- oh god now you're patting her breasts! Whatiswrongwithyouyou'remakingitworse-
You see her hand gently curl around your wrist.
You look up.
She simply hushes you.
Her eyes feel like they're looking into you, like their gaze is reaching through your eyes and into the you in your mind.
The panic ablates. The tremors calm.
"It was a little accident, don't worry darling", she croons.
Your mind tries to recount the accident, worsening it with each recollection, stuck in a bad recursive loop, but it all seems to slow. The longer you stare into her eyes, the easier it gets to just let that anxiety go.
"You've been quite the wallflower tonight, haven't you darling?" she continues.
The room begins to turn slowly, almost like its revolving around you. You wonder if the punch is hitting you, you remember how a 'friend' said they were going to spike it, but then your body begins to sway, almost rhythmically.
"You ok there, darling? Anyone in there?" she teases.
You shake your head and blink and realise that you were actually being walked away from the buffet by the woman in the green dress, not that something unwanted was getting into your bloodstream.
There's a strange feeling of.. disconnection? Delay? Like you thought you were still being walked when suddenly the plush softness of couch cushions rise up to meet your behind.
You felt like a marionette being guided; your body unresponsive but weightless. There was a bewilderedness stopping words from leaving your lips.
"You poor thing, you look quite ready to be done with this year, don't you?"
Those words felt like a warm hand cradling your cheek. A sigh involuntarily wisps from your lips.
"Oh I know darling, it won't be long. New Year, new you, and all that-" she smiled. God it was such a warm smile. "you've said that to yourself a lot haven't you, darling?"
A little weight manifests in your stomach. Misplaced guilt at the expectations of making New Year's resolutions. You never really subscribed to them, but the pressure from everyone else making them felt like it was a thing you had to do.
"I know that feeling too darling, perhaps we could welcome in this New Year with something a little better, hmm?"
She held your hand in hers, at the strike of people beginning to countdown.
10!
She takes your other hand.
9!
You sink into her eyes
8!
She smiles with a deep warmth.
7!
You feel you can't look away.
6!
Her gaze pierces deeper
5!
You can't look away.
4!
Her warmth spreads into you.
3!
You can't move.
2!
You can't tell where her warmth ends and yours begins.
1!
She gives you a single wicked wink.
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
You feel her pull at your hand. The room cartwheels around you. Your head prepares for the dizziness but its strangely absent. You crash into the warmth of her embrace and are unable to pull yourself away. It feels like the moment you crash onto your bed after a long shift.
Your vision remains stuck at the middle distance, her green satin shoulder almost filling half of it.
You hear a different voice come from behind you.
"Awww, is someone a bit too drunk, huh?", the voice teased.
"Yes, the poor thing, barely able to move. I'm going to call a ride." the woman in green responded.
With little effort she lifts you up off the couch and drapes your arm over her shoulders, and moves towards the exit.
The cheering dies down to a low distant rumble. The sound of the woman's shoes echo slightly. The corridor you were being lead down stops beneath your dragged feet.
You feel a warmth blossom under your jaw as your vision swings to face a mirror.
"There we are darling, a New Year, a new you!" the woman chuckled.
Your eyes can't help but drink in your reflection, mainly because they can't do much else, not even look around.
You saw you, but your clothes seemed to hang a little looser, like something changed underneath. The woman's hand cradling your jaw gently moves your head.
'I'm... a... doll...?' your mind attempts to think. The thought is excruciatingly slow. Like a single droplet of water dangling beneath a faucet.
"You don't have to worry about much any more, now. I'll take good care of you darling."
You feel her press her cheek against yours, her reflection just entering your peripheral vision.
"You're going to look so good in my collection..." she trails off as she continues to take you down the corridor to goodness knows where.
As the pattern of the carpet rolls across your vision like scan lines on an old television, your mind can't help but ponder over that word...
'Coll... ec... tion...?'
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