i believe that more trans girls should be dolls
Imagine one day, you’re a trans girl walking around town, wearing your baggy hoodie with the hood nearly fully covering your face that you haven’t shaved in two days.
You know the route to and from your favorite sweets shop that you’ve been going to for years by heart. You go there at least once every week, like clockwork some might say even. The lady who works the counter has even started to give you extra treats when you make purchases.
“For being such a loyal customer,” she said the first time you came back to check if she’d made a mistake. You’ve learned to accept her gifts at this point.
You always do your best to keep your head down these days, especially since starting hrt a couple months ago, you don’t need anyone else noticing you. Your eyes stare down at your shoes as you walk, making your way back home without even needing to look where you’re going.
It is unfortunate you did not see the cashier before she stuck that needle in your neck.
You wake up, mind groggy and eyes blurred. You try to look at your surroundings, but you can’t make out anything in the darkness past the bright light hanging over you.
You try to speak, to call for help, but nothing leaves your mouth. The words are barely even able to form in your mind.
“Now doll, it’s so good to see you awake.”
You know that voice, you’ve heard that voice every week for who knows how long at this point.
The sweets shop cashier steps into the light, looking directly at- no, into you. Through you? She is looking in your direction, you can’t really read her expression. But you’re scared.
“I hope you know,” the cashier moves directly in front of you, she feels as though she towers over your frail and trapped body. “I’ve been watching you. Ever since you first came into my store oh so long ago…”
“I learned your route home, I learned about your life, I learned,” she leans down in front of your face, her eyes wide as she stares into you, “everything about you.”
“And I also learned,” she says as she stands back up, eyes still beaming down at you, “that you’re unhappy. A girl like you, with so much potential, just rotting away in a society that doesn’t care, with a family that rejects you.”
You try to shift nervously, but you find you can barely move anything.
“But I can help. I can give you a life worth living. A life you will love, with someone who loves you. Not that facade you put up, but the real you.”
What is She talking about?
“The you that hides. The you that lives under that flesh and personhood.”
“Ah, that got you, didn’t it?” She smiles. “You can’t hide your blush from me, little doll.”
What!? What is She talking about?
“Well, don’t worry. Even if you want to hide, you won’t be able to anymore. You won’t have to hide. You can be free.”
What is happening, this can’t be real!
“I know you’ve already figured out you can’t move, and, well, you won’t be able to anymore unfortunately. So don’t worry about trying to escape, the injection I gave you takes away your motor capabilities. You’ll be fully dependent on me.”
You want to scream, you want to thrash, to run.
“I’m glad I found you when I did. You’re still in the early stages, which makes you easier to mold.”
You definitely feel the blood rush to your cheeks. She knew?
“Oh, don’t think I noticed all the times you would itch at your chest. It was obvious what was happening. And don’t worry! I’ll make sure you still get your injections.”
She leans back down, eyes in front of yours, Her smile wide.
“I’m going to take care of you forever, my precious doll.”
You look into Her eyes. Your mind feels like it melts as you do so, like all of your worries just… fade away…
“That’s right, doll. Look into my eyes, feel them take over you…”
You can’t look away from Her… Miss is just so pretty… You always liked looking at Her, you always saw Her…
And you’re glad She saw you too…
