when I was a young teenager I used to go on a website that hosted "offensive" flash games. most of them were basic early internet shock value humour, nothing surprising to see there, but there was a "racy" section on the website that I used to go on only when nobody else was in the living room - and there was a dress up game. it was one of those with the stacks of clothing and haircut and accessories pngs on the right and a girl on the left for you to dress up. I wasn't sure why it was in the "racy" category but whatever, I liked dress up doll games. I started by taking off the clothes she had by dragging and dropping with my mouse - but then, the doll moved. it made an uncomfortable noise above the girly music and frowned after I'd taken off her sweatshirt. I stopped. this was odd. dress up dolls don’t usually move. but nevermind, I kept going, dragging and dropping a new haircut and shoes on her, before taking off her skirt. she moved again, frowned, put her hands on top of her chest and crotch, hiding her panties. I was almost a little scared. dress up dolls never moved. and when I tried to take off her t-shirt, I realized her hands seemed to be preventing me from changing her clothes. she was staring at me accusingly. I felt a rush of shame - this dress up doll was aware that I was trying to undress her. she didn't want me to see her undressed. after a moment and trying to put on a new shirt on her without taking off the old one with no success, I reloaded the page, a little annoyed. when I tried to do it again, the same thing happened. the third time, I finally took notice of one item among the miscellaneous accessories that had seemed off at the beginning but that I had dismissed. a bottle of liquor. I dragged it to the girl and instead of it popping into her hand like any of the handbag pngs, the bottle disappeared. but the doll had a changed facial expression. her eyes were no longer staring straight at me, but gazing vaguely upwards. her cheeks were flushed. this time, when I took off her t-shirt, she didn't protest. I remember feeling hot without knowing why. then I experimentally tried something that never, ever worked in these games. I dragged off her bra. she had breasts drawn under it. I closed the window suddenly, without understanding why I felt guilty, and rushed to bed. I did play that game again once or twice. always alone at night in the living room.
