a collar makes me feel so...

my eternity collar arrived on friday last week. i wore it for most of the weekend and only reluctantly took it off to go to work this morning. feel different without it. that also explains why i didn't scan it too..

one thing you can't tell from the photo's is its thicker than i thought and way heavier than any necklace you've worn. you can really feel it on your neck. it also gets warm as it absorbs body heat.

its an odd sensation having something so solid, so metal there. knowing it could be on you permenantly if you wanted too. it closed with a little 'L' wrench screw which is hollow. it screws down flush to the surface and will screw right the way through the collar if you go too far. a dab or two of superglue and....

i'm thinking of wearing it into work with a suitable blouse and considering some sort of lock for it and mailing it to a friend in a far off land and i'll need to wait for her return to get out of it - assuming she doesn't throw it into the river.

but thats all part of it isn't it. the act of being collared and letting yourself be controlled by someone else?

xx


ps; no surprise that wikipedia has an entry here

a mannequin for me and me a mannequin

i have this sort of wish list, well it could be a to-do list too, but really a shopping list, but it contains things i want to buy now and later. one thing thats been haunting me of late is to get my own mannequin i can pose in my bedroom and put my clothes on. maybe paint her to be the same colour as my latex tights or my barbie. something like that - i'm not too sure of the detials of yet.

i think mannequins are one of my earliest doll fetish yearnings. but not just by themselves they also need to be trapped behind clean glass in window displays or even in more confined tubes or display cases. frozen there, timeless, still, beautiful, women transformed and changed into plastic.

i wish i could join them...

xx

is it the t-shirt or the latex???

more fashion designers dabbling with latex wears for shock and awe for the vogue-ites. GORI DE PALMA, autumn-winter 2006/07

question is - is he selling the lovely suit used as a base (imagine it in tan pink-yummy) or just the gothic wannabe t-shirt?

just go to libidex for the catsuit i say ;-)

but if you want the label then you'll need to wait till his homepage is done: www.goridepalma.com

xx

a much simpler spell...

...to help me achieve my goal.

everyone can help with simply by reading it and thinking about me.

"one you can simply post and ask people to read it off your site" said the adept who has embraced and been transformed by the doll herself...

i have cut three strips of deep green ribbon cord and will do the following today (scanned in above), another in a week once people have looked and read it, and last one for a month from now or on a full moon.

"The following is said while making nine knots in green, 13-inch silk cord or ribbon:

By knot of one, my spell's begun
By knot of two, plenty fruitful work to do
By knot of three, latex shall bond with me
By knot of four, a latex doll i become more and more
By knot of five, this latex doll is alive
By knot of six, this spell is fixed
By knot of seven, success is given
By knot of eight, increase is great
By knot of nine, these things are mine"

for more on knot magic have a read here

xx

living mannequins on you tube..

just a couple of quick finds - but there seems to be many more. feel free to post any in the comments

silly retro advert for scooter lovers

next on my shopping list...

ok, i'll admit it, i've been spending too much money on my fetish.... especially with the two pairs of heels, the boots and the eternity collar just recently.

now i can't really wear the 5"s thigh pvc boots to work, but i have spotted a pair of rubber knee high ones here. i'll start saving my money and hope to get them in a couple of months, afterall the rent and bills come first...

besides the delay in buying them :-( they also appear to be made by 'pleaser' - does that company have the corner on all kinky boots now or what? they take along time to break in.... and shouldn't they have polished them befor they took the time to take photo's of them? but it also means i can wear them unpolished and they'd pass for a synthetic material like pvc...

xx

a doll maker passes on

sad news has just reached me that london photographer bob carlos clarke has died. i featured him and his work on an earlier entry here. his must read article with lots of images is here.

his books are now selling for alot on amazon and ebay along with bookfinder.

scans from the sunday times newspaper from a uk reader.

xx

the doll maker; a tale of terror

i was sent this scan in of the frount and back of an old pulp horror book.

does anyone know anything about it? anyone ever read it?

is what was once considered horror, is for some of us a wet dream and fantasy to be realised.....?

xx

dreams, a spell and syncronicities...

i'm still pretty bummed at myself for screwing up fri-sat plans and spell work. i need to take up yoga or something. which i guess wouldn't be too bad as i can wear lycra much more publicly ;-)

this morning i had a semi awake feelings and a dream of significance. when i work to pee i checked my torrenting and saw i had just missed someone with a short spell she'd left me. i now think both were about the same time. i'm to do it and i think also post it publically, but i want to check the detials first. maybe you all just have to read it and think of me but i'd rather check first and she's never online.

at least its simple, clean and doesn't require me to sit 1/2 naked in a circle of smelly candles.

then just a few hrs ago when i was out i found quite by accident the green material i needed and also a very similiar upper arm bracelet like the one on the goddess i created.

i'm just letting myself go to it all and letting it happen. i think i'm on the path now.....

xx

my bad...

i had the instructions, the time, the candles and everything. it was all layed out and everthing i had to do was solidly in my mind. i had put my new latex tights on and rested on my bed with the red satin duvet under me to relax for 20 minutes beforehand.

i started exactly on time, lit them all and began the chanting...

it was really very simple series of short sentances but i _kept_ on mixing the order up what ever i did, and instead of visualising the latex tights becoming one with me and changing me i had to concentrate on getting the words in the right order. and i still mixed them up - even going into some sort of free style jazz word poetry improv when i was doing it. over and over, i couldn't get them in the right order for more than a few times.

i haven't sat crossed leg since i was at camp and after 10 minutes my bum and legs started to really hurt and i'd already screwed it up with the words. is it my dyselexia, can i not keep my eyes shut and repeat phrases out loud or what????

i did complete the required 30 minutes but as i had bodged it all so badly and that it had to be done so accurately i gave up in frustration.

i am _so_ hacked off with myself, i wanted to do this so badly it burned and my brain and my but let me down.

maybe there's another way, but then maybe there's no shortcuts and its just a matter of total conditioning....

xx

german opera in rubber

is one opera i'd like to see..

xx

suck on my latex toes...

for a more complete latex fit try latex toe socks in black or transparent from blackstyle who are based in germany.

enter their webstore in english here

and for all you dog lovers out there they do a molded rubber puppy hood and pointy rubber but plug tooo...

xx

clown transformations...

one of the cross over fetishes that over lap with dolls is clowns.

now i'll know what you'll say as i thought exactly the same thing for the longest time untill i stumbled upon some manips and stories; they're all scarey and krusty like.

but what if they were sexy, dark, kinky, mysterious and made of and always wearing latex???

such are the clowns and the transformations into them written about by rubberbando here for his own page and also the the klown and jester yahoo group here. my favourite story on his page is The Ultimately Unpoppable Balloon.

the group is a bit slow but this reported sighting i spotted a just a bit too late:

"Mime Your Own Business"
Totally Spies (5:30pm EST on Cartoon Network) where a man with an accordian is turning people into Mimes, taking their voices and their faces get the white mime look...sam and alex get transformed...also they use a holographic costume changer and change into clown and jester outfits.

more image can be found on the klown_n_jester group.

xx

make your own goddess...

i found this on another blog and thought it was a good idea. its just like the make your own dolls and dress up pages i've mentioned elsewhere.

it gives you a list of sections and names on the left and the final goddess completed in the middle. the breakdown of her components are then showed on the right.

mine is above. i sort of just started hitting choices and came up with something i liked and was drawn too.

i wonder how many goddesses are there out there? do they grant wishes? can i become living latex please ;-)

have a go yourself here

xx

the postman left a package..

..this morning just before i left for work. it was from the uk....

its my tan latex tights!!!!!! yeah!!!! :-) :-) :-)

and it had a pair of latex mittens in it too like from the doll suit photo as a sorry for the delay. WOW!

so friday night i will be undertaking a 24 hr wearing marathon with some rituals and help from some good friends. i am hoping the result of sitting in the midst of candles, chanting etc will do something very magical and commit me to my adoration of latex...

wish me, magic me or xxxx me into latex....

xx

more on gord's doll making...

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70,000 hits...

i guess someone is definately interested in this corner of the internet and my particular fixation and quest....

i wonder is anyone else trying to do the same as me? if so please please post some comments....

xxx

more on heel training...

i think i've moved up now from the boots with 4"s as i'm now very comfortable and confident in my 5" heeled strapy pleaser shoes. i do admit i miss the way the boot material embraces my ankles in calfs. i do need to get a pair of more fashionable boots with same 5"s heel. maybe a wedge. if i can find them - all the main brand ones seem to stop at a sensible 4"s... guess i'm not sensible now am i? :P

at night for the last three days or so i've been wearing the 5 1/2" oxford shoes till bed. and damn they are soo sexy. still a bit tight and uncomfortable but it takes longer to break these cheap chinese made shoes in i've found so far. i'll just keep at it. when i wear them its like i'm back heel training in the 5"s they change the way i walk and move so much.

i looked at my credit card online and was able to justify next months purchase to myself - the eternity collar... its ordered now and kinda mixed between excited, totally aroused and scared at the same time. i'll report when i get it and what its like.

xx

london 20th: no dolls sighted...

blackice photographed the Torture Garden Ball weekend's main event at Scene One on saturday night and reports he didn't see any dolls, but did spot one real japanese EGL, two zentai leopards and black cat in a cage and these two curious people.

the heads are both inflated latex which is a cool way to make kumguri masks imho.

xx

story site updates

both gromet's plaza and the legacy of timeless beauty both have updates now.

my favourite by a mile is on gromet's plaza here. entitled 'synapse' by jm, its an intriguing tale of a pair of panties and gag that grow over the unfortunate or fortunate lead....

gromet's plaza also now has a section dedicated to doll transformations here and it has several new ones by northern chill with images by madbirdcz (what ever happened too him?).

and i've been playing creative matchmaker behind the scenes which should result in a lovely tale from a writer and a photographer both of whom have contributed here in the past....

xx

stories that are real or fantasies....

the lines are bluring. i keep on getting emails with these stories of friend of friend type. i have no idea if they're true or not. please email me or add a comment. do you know first hand the people involved - they all might be fantasies or......?

- a woman who loved freezing and being a living doll so much her boyfriend built a display case. she could pose for hours. she found she was becoming more of a doll and stopped emailing the friend.

- a specialist mens club in japan where all the women are in latex suits and masks as dolls.

- after a trauma of a death in the family a girl adopts the life of a ponygirl with zeil. her mother has been very supportive and has helped get a full pony outfit made and recently some special boots mades so that she's bolted into for her arms allowing her can walk on all fours. she eats just like a horse and sleeps in the barn on occassion. she's very content this way and plans to stay like this.

- a witch or several witches (or wiccans) are slowly converting thier group memebers into dolls.

- a dotcom millionaire is making offers to covert women into living doll to be his very own with breast enlargement, ballet boot training and sealed and wearing latex 24/7.

please, please leave comments if you know anything factual or can add to the above list.

xx

doll con is coming...

there's so much interest in becoming a doll wether your a woman or a guy/tg person it appears there's an official organised convetion coming here in Kansas City, Missouri. an explanation of the doll transformation is here

email contact for the organiser is: CARD2007@kc.rr.com and there's a chat set up on friday nights at 7PM Central Time. i might well just drop in.

i first heard about this from a post on a doll fetish related yahoo group by Princess Rebecka, who after several emails and some offline im's still not replied too me even though she was online :-( she has a yahoo group here.

someone let me know if your a member or have heard from the mysterious Princess Rebecka.

xx

for the love of zentai

one of the oldest zentai photographic sites is unsurprisingly from japan and called 'zentai women' here, after all zentai means total coverage in japanese.

it has loads of different styles of zentai suits, a chat, diary, bbs and loads of links to other japanese sites. all worth digging around on.

there are several pay sites out there but this one is free and filled with slick and stylish photography. i personally love the gold ones which remind me of the scene in goldfinger where the woman is painted gold and lies in her bed. the gold zentai gallery is here

what its really good for imho is to check out the different zentai materials available which helps chosing ones you'd put onto your shopping (or my) list... ;-)

xx

i want to try the....

...jellybath....

when i first saw the homepage for it a couple of years ago i thought the entire thing was some sort of prank - like computer sex aids, but i checked the link again last week here and its come along way and now widely stocked even though it maybe pretty pricey.

apparently the theory is the goo holds onto all the nutrients and especially the heat for much much longer. so you can soak for hours like in spa.

now if you could go in and come out a latex doll....

xx

cindy jackson: surgery to become barbie

i had a vague recollection of seeing an interview with her several years ago, and something just clicked and a bit of googling i found a bbc page on her here - text bellow and her homepage is here. at over 6.5 million hits. alot of people must really like the idea....

she even has two books out available on amazon: Image and Cosmetic Surgery Secrets and Autobiography: Living Doll.

Monday, 21 September, 1998, 09:43 GMT 10:43 UK
Making Cindy into Barbie?

Is Cindy a feminist icon or a living Barbie?

Is transforming yourself into a glamour queen the ultimate feminist statement or more reminiscent of a scene from The Stepford Wives? Some 60,000 British people a year go under the surgeon's knife. Forty-three-year-old Cindy Jackson is one of them.

She says she was "born in the USA, but made in Britain". She has had 29 operations over the last decade to transform herself from what she saw as a plain Jane farmgirl to a blonde bombshell, living an "absolutely fabulous" lifestyle. She told BBC1's Heart of the Matter that her life changed when, aged 34, her father died and left her an inheritance.

Tattooed make-up

Over the next few years, she had operations to remove the bags under her eyes, implants put in her cheeks, the space between her eyes widened and her chin bone whittled down.

Plastic surgery is pain

She also had make-up tattooed onto her face so she looked the same even when she woke up. Cindy, a member of Mensa, says the operations have changed her life. People are kinder to her and pay her more attention. She says she feels more powerful and in control in her new form. "I used to seek pleasure from men and now they seek pleasure from me," she said. "This is the ultimate feminist statement. I refuse to let nature decide my fate just because I missed out on the genetic lottery."

Old as the hills

Her plastic surgeon, Edward Latimer-Sayer says cosmetic surgery is nothing new. "It is as old as the hills. It helps people fit in with the society they want to join. We live in a very visual world where people sum you up in a fraction of a second," he said. Cindy thinks she deserves a few glory years, although she admits that she intends to go on having plastic surgery for a while yet.

A nation of American newsreaders

But writer Sarah Dunant accuses cosmetic surgery of narrowing women's options and representing "a kind of eugenics".

Sarah Dunant: pressure to conform

She says New York women who have had cosmetic surgery look like "a nation of American newsreaders". And she says cosmetic surgery is the death knell for feminism, which was about being valued for who you were not what you looked like.
But Philip Hodson, also a writer, says people should be allowed to do what they want with their bodies. He believes beautiful people are more successful and it is wrong to pretend otherwise. "It is a fact that beauty prevails," he said. Cindy Jackson agrees, saying: "I am a living indictment of the values of the society I live in."

Dread of decay

Another aspect of the ethics of cosmetic surgery involves ageing. Is surgery just a symptom of our fear of growing old and dying? Sarah Dunant believes it is. "We are now living in a time where youth and beauty are fetishised, but when more of us will be older for longer," she said.

"People are scared of growing old and it doesn't help to have your skin pulled up to your cheeks so you can't smile."
However, she is not against other forms of "body art", such as tattooing and body piercing.

Is body piercing ethically better than cosmetic surgery?

She says the difference is that most people don't want to be tattooed or pierced. She believes tattooing and piercing ar about diversity and the freedom to be an individual. Cosmetic surgery, however, is about conformity and pressure to be the same, she says. But Philip Hudson accuses her of being inconsistent, saying it is up to each individual to decide what they want to do with their body.

Heart of the Matter's The Full Bodyworks on BBC1 on 20 September at 11.35pm BST.

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my training for today...

i will be in my 4" boots for a few hours and then i'll switch to my new 5"s and leave them on till just before dinner time. i then will try to wear the new 5 1/2" oxfords for a couple of hours and see how i am with them.

i have some sort of party / club thing i'm going too so hope to be able to wear them to that. it will be a good test if my feet have adjusted enough.

i plan to write in permenant marker on the sole of my left foot (as i have done once before) 'LATEX DOLLY'. maybe it will help. it might do something too me: self hypnosis or maybe magic is invoked??

xx

a nice little tale....

Jack and Monica, Part One
By SteveMND

"Are you sure you want to go through with this," asked Jack, smiling innocently at the exotic form standing before him. "If you want, we can stop now."

Monica paused half a second, then beamed brightly at him. Her diminutive frame fairly glowed as she stood in the center of Jack's spacious special-effects studio. She had recently emerged from the shower; clean-shaven and utterly denuded of any hair save her head and her eyelashes. Even so, her short hair had been swept back and concealed underneath an opaque latex membrane, smoothed and affixed to her pale, flawless skin by the judicious application of spirit gum.

"Oh, no, I'm ready... trust me." She grinned, the soft, rounded features of her face momentarily sharpening into a pair of dimples. "You've spent far too much time on this already for me to back out now."

Jack nodded, and motioned for her to stand next to a long, low workbench strewn with a myriad assortment of odds and ends from his line of work. Jack was one of the premier special-effects people in Hollywood. Not many knew his name or his company, but that was all right. He was a specialist that other special-effects companies hired when they needed something beyond their expertise. They got the credit; he got the money. An acceptable arrangement, he often thought.

With a devilish smile, he took her arms and carefully pulled them behind her, bending them at the elbows so that her hands nestled between her shoulder blades. Not many women were limber enough to hold that pose for a few minutes, much less several hours, but Monica had long been into yoga, aerobics, gymnastics and bondage -- attributes which all dovetailed nicely into the perfect model for Jack's needs -- as well as a wonderful girlfriend and lover.

In addition to his flawless work, Jack was also known around the Hollywood set for some of his rather elaborate tastes. Of course, in Hollywood, another eyebrow raised was hardly noticeable. One of these little quirks, however, was eagerly awaited, and that was his penchant for Halloween and costume balls. Often his best work was not seen on film, but rather in the exclusive and extravagant parties thrown by the media elite.

Taking a slim leather strap from the workbench, he fastened it tightly around her shoulders, pinned her hands to her back and her forearms to her spine. Monica smiled and giggled a little, then shuddered ever so slightly. This band was followed by two more down along her arms and torso, and then topped off with a liberal dose of baby powder. Pulling a swatch of latex from the bench, he unrolled it to reveal what appeared to be a gently tapering cone of rubber, about a foot long. He began to slowly pull it onto her arms, starting at the elbows and working his way up. As he came to each leather strap, he'd unbuckle it, let it drop to the floor and then proceed. After a few minutes, Monica's arms were tightly bound to her back, doubled up on themselves as so to still present an unobstructed view of her shapely derriere.

Jack patted her rear as he spun her around gently, so that he could see her from all angles. Satisfied, he then got the next item -- a curiously fashioned rubber corset. Another dusting of baby powder, and he proceeded to slip it over her head and down her torso.

This corset, however, was built differently than one would expect. In the front, two large cutouts exposed her modest but well-formed breasts. The corset was design to fit on her in her current state of restraint, however, and slid over her trussed arms with some difficulty. Her shoulders and neck were left bare, as were her sex and her rear, but her the heavy latex covered her arms and midsection completely.

Jack next started to cinch the specialty corset, securing it by a clever web of cords that spiraled around her body, pulling her arms into her back and compressing her waist into a dainty waspish figure. As he pulled, her breasts seemed to jut out a little further, and she suppressed a slight moan.

He smiled, and rested a bit, and wiped her brow with a paper towel.

"You all right?"

She nodded, and leaned forward slightly to kiss him on the cheek. "I'm fine... let's keep going."

He nodded, kissed her back and continued. After about another ten minutes or so, the arduous task of lacing the corset was finished, and he motioned for her to spin around so he could once again examine his handiwork. Sure enough, from a distance, one could only with some difficulty ascertain that Monica had any arms at all -- a slight oddness in the back of course, due to her pinioned arms beneath the corset, but that would be concealed soon enough.

He lazily let his fingers brush against one of her aroused nipples as he walked by her and retrieved the next item. He returned with it -- an odd saddle-shaped piece of padded metal, heavily festooned with straps and bands, and sprouting a large, three-inch-diameter solid pipe of steel that extended from the bottom a good foot and a half. Stepping up to Monica, he tapped the inside of her legs with his fingers, and smiled, "Open up."

She parted her legs and let him slide the device up to her crotch. He carefully aligned a large hole in the saddle up with her sex, and then pulled straps over her shapely hips to fasten the device on like a bizarre pair of panties.

The saddle was smooth and contoured to match her hips perfectly, and she squirmed with anticipation as he tightened the straps that held the apparatus to her. He stepped back and she grinned at him, shifting her weight from one foot to the other to ensure a proper fit. To an outside observer, it now looked as if she were wearing a stainless steel pair of panties, except that this pair had a formidable metal pipe affixed between her shapely thighs.

As Monica gently writhed her hips against the metal saddle, Jack went behind the workbench and wheeled out the next apparatus -- a pole about two and a half feet tall, set on a wide base of five casters, much like the wheels on an office chair. He pushed it over to her with his foot, and she looked down expectantly at the little item. A wrinkled mass of rubber lay coiled around the base of the pole.

Monica was a delicate wisp of a girl -- barely five-foot three in office heels -- and her slight build did not go unnoticed by Jack as he lifted her up, aligned the pole of her saddle with the pole of the wheeled trolley and slid it into the other. It dropped in about three inches, and then stopped. Jack pulled out a rather menacing looking wrench and tightened the connector ring that stood at the junction of the two pieces, and a few turns later, Monica was firmly attached to the casters. She groaned quietly to herself, her weight now supported by the pole that extended from the base of her saddle, and squirmed a little. Due to the length of the pole, her tiny feet barely brushed the ground, and all she could do was just sort of sweep her toes ineffectually across the cool tile floor of the studio.

Jack put a stop even to that element of freedom she had with a wide leather strap. Holding it in one hand, he bent Monica's legs up at the knees, pressing her feet up to her backside as she hung, seemingly impaled on the wheeled pole. With a flip of his wrist, he looped the strap around both her upper thighs and her ankles, and with another pull, fastened her securely into that position.

Next was the baby powder again, and then he bent down to retrieve the rubber garment coiled about the base of the pole upon which she sat. He pulled it up and over her bent knees, tugging here, stretching there, until it held her knees tightly to the pole and her calves tightly to the back of her thighs. She wiggled her toes at him, secured as they were against her backside, as he went back to the workbench and retrieved a rather sizable dildo.

He dropped to his knees before her and reached inside the single opening at the front of her metal saddle. Sliding a finger across her sex, he grinned up at her flushed face as he withdrew his finger, glistening with her moisture. Deftly he licked the honey from his finger and then slid the large phallus into Monica's sex, almost casually.

She gasped abruptly, and tried her best to wriggle about. However, her current situation allowed her little freedom, and the best she could manage was again to wiggle her toes fiercely while rolling her head around amidst short gasping breaths. She calmed down momentarily as the phallus reached it's full depth, then shuddered several times more as he began to turn it, screwing the base of the dildo into the matching hole of her saddle. He tightened it securely, and then stood up again.

Returning to the thick rubber wrap that was around her thighs, he continued to unroll it up her body, pressing her feet against her ample rear and covering the myriad cords of the corset beneath the flawless sweep of latex. He continued to pull it up her fettered torso, a zipper being seen amongst the fold just at waist level. He stretched the rest of the garment up, slipping her exposed breasts into formed cups in the rubber, and then zipped the closure up fully, encasing her body completely in the restrictive latex from her neck all the way down to her knees.

Standing back, he smiled and reached out to gently turn her around on the free-rolling wheels her perch was mounted on. Monica presented a flawless column of gleaming obsidian latex, a limbless, immobile torso of shiny black topped by the delicate face of a smiling yet aroused young woman.

Satisfied, he retrieved the last two prosthetics that he would be applying to her trussed body. The clamshell pieces he set on the ground next to her were of hard fiberglass, fitted with snap-close latches along the edges and padded where appropriate for their purpose.

They were in the shape of a woman's torso and head, fashioned with an attractive waistline, full rear and ample breasts. The form had no arms or legs either, much like the randy young woman it was destined to go on. Jack lifted the back half up and laid it against Monica's backside, gently pressing it against her so the friction of the rubber padding inside and the rubber sheath she wore would hold it on until he could lift the front section into position.

After he did so, he clipped the two snaps at the sides of the neck together to hold it on, and then adjusted it slightly. Monica's face beamed at him from an appropriately shaped cutout in the face of the shell. He adjusted it a few more times, then started pushing the remaining clips together, working his way down her torso. As he did so, the shell acted as yet another corset, compressing her already-trussed body one level further, concealing her body with it's contorted arms and pinioned legs beneath a smooth fiberglass shell that perfectly mimicked the female torso. Jack noted to himself how lucky he was that Monica was such a small woman; trying this with a woman of average stature and build would result in a finished model that was slightly too large to be believable, what with her arms and legs hidden inside the apparatus. However, by starting with a petite lady, the resultant effect was near perfect.

Jack finished clicking the hidden latches together; at the bottom the clamshell stopped flat, and the smooth plane of the underside of the torso met tightly around the center support pole, hiding the truth of the design even there. Monica was now perfectly immobile -- her one remaining degree of freedom was held fast in the snug fit of the clamshell as it swept up from her body, around her graceful neck, and around her head. Only her face left any indication that the item before Jack held a human being within it's confines, and that was next on his agenda.

"Say ah," Jack quipped as he held up a soft foam rubber gag. Monica briefly stuck out her tongue, and then opened her mouth to allow him to insert it. It was not overly large, but enough to keep her mouth filled while not changing the overall shape of her face. When she had worked it into a comfortable position with her tongue, Jack set a small tub of thick liquid next to her and pulled a heavy foam brush coated with the substance out.

Gently, he began coating her face and head with the sticky goo, a variation of liquid latex used in the special effects industry; it was more opaque and thicker than the commercially obtained versions. He paused before coating her eyes, and smiled at her as she regarded him one last time. She grinned and shut her eyes, allowing Jack to gently paint her eyelids shut.

Her entire form, with the exception of the pole supporting her, was covered in three smooth coats of the opaque white liquid, and between each covering Jack brandished a hair dryer like a marksman, setting the material up so that it was ready for the next coat. After applying the final coat, he double-checked to make sure she was still breathing okay through the tiny openings at her nostrils, then let her sit for a half-hour to cure.

When he returned, her form was glossy and flawless. She barely heard him return, and smiled at him, the rubbery, pale face stretching and bending to present him with a happy greeting.

After inspecting the layer of rubber, he inserted a y-clip tube to her breathing passages and trailed the far end of it to the other side of the room. He then put a filter mask over his own face, got a different pail and brush, and said loudly, "Give me that beautiful smile, my dear."

She smiled a bright, tight-lipped smile, her eyes and mouth sealed shut by the flexible latex coating she had been given. The new brush went up to her face and coated it gently with a thin, shiny resin. He continued to do so for the rest of her head and body, again with the exception of the pole, and dried her with the assistance of the blow dryer again. He then repeated it.

With each coating of the shellac, Monica's bright smile became more permanent, the clear sealant hardening to a plastic-like solidity. After three more coats, he left her form to dry fully again.

When he returned, he pressed a finger against her dimpled cheek. It stayed firm, as solid as if she had been cast of plastic in a mold herself. One final coating, he thought to himself, and pulled out an airbrush system.

Monica was spray-painted a nice even skin tone color, covering the shiny lacquer with a soft, human sheen once more. Features were drawn then painted on the blank tableau of her face -- bright inquisitive eyes over her closed, hidden eyelids, delicate arching eyebrows, full red lips, eyeshadow, blush and highlights.

The crowning touch was a form-fitting cover that fit over her rigid, constricted form. It was made of padded grey cloth with a rather coarse grain to it, stretching from her shoulders to her underside. Jack smiled as he snapped the elasticized material into place around the frozen figure. A scrap of cloth draped over the dummy's shoulders and deftly pinned on by a couple of sewing pins, and voila, he thought. A picture-perfect tailor's dummy.

Almost anticlimactically, Jack donned his own costume -- a false moustache, tweedy clothes with a vest and the shirt sleeves rolled up, a long measuring tape looped over his own shoulders. The perfect stereotypical tailor to accompany her for the evening.

Gently he lifted his precious mannequin up, made his way to the garage and proceeded to lay her down in the back of his minivan.

"Ah, my darling, you are indeed a wonder to behold," he said loudly, so that the entombed girl within could hear him, "and no doubt will be the talk of the party."

As he climbed in the driver's seat and hit the remote for the garage door, he paused and spoke again to the dummy, grinning mischievously.

"And if you behave yourself, I may just decide not to sell you to an actual tailor..."

Deep within her constricting rubber-and-plastic shell, Monica shuddered inwardly and climaxed for the first of what was to be several times that night...

-- end

sadly he's not done other parts. maybe if you post some support he'll continue writing?

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surgery to make you oh so perfect....

an amazing series of fashion photo spreads of women undergoing beauty surgery proceedures with before and after shots here

pitty the scans are such low res. maybe find the issue and do better ones?

if there was just one more stage afterwords where they're transformed into plastic or latex doll....

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click me large..

in case you didn't know, all the images in dollsrealm are larger that what is displayed next to the text. sometimes much much larger.

the image here is from a magazine called 'zink' and it was relayed via blackice from an egl he's shot at tg who thought the makeup was very doll like. he's shooting at tg's birthday party this sat the 20th so say hello to him and pose - esp if your a latex doll!!!

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living dolls in ballet...

so there's the nutcrack and coppelia. are there any others? has anyone seen them?

whats worth renting on dvd?

please share....

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it just could pass...

as expensive jewelry.... here

i found the site a few months ago before i started my heel training with the boots but i had been in the latex panties for some time already. i like the simple and clean look of them but also the very discreet locks that are hidden within the actual shape of the necklace, bracelets etc.

at the time i was yearning for something that would trap me... and i was attracted to this one, but if felt it was too easy to get off. i looked around the site which i do recommend doing and noticed a few of the items had these unique locking mechanisms where the keyhole is barely visible and the loop is not broken by sticking out.

it could be put on tightly and worn for long periods of time. i think if you 'lost' the key it might take several months to get another one sent over from germany. as a special someone pointed out, a dab of crazy glue in the mechanism would certainly make it unremovable...

so i'm now got my shoes for now and even ones i can't even physically wear yet, so maybe its time for some jewelry....

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very extreme heel training from Marquis..

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poll: what do you like about becoming a doll?

here's a new poll as i've been soul searching for the last few days about my motivations journey to latex encasement 24/7 - even if thats not actually possible its a direction i'm aiming for.

so enter and make multiple choices in a 'what if' possibilities. after wall we have to start somewhere and a desire is just a path too follow.

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what aspects of being a doll would you like
	being played with
	having someone control me totally
	unable too move without a command or a key
	changing my body shape
	changing my skin to plastic, rubber or fabric
	loosing my identity to the doll i am too be
	having a happy smiley mind and disposition all the time
	being constantly aroused and coming while totally frozen
	the act of transformation into the doll - slow or fast
	connecting with the essense of the barbie in her wonderful world
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this mays fetish purchase

not sure if i told everyone here, but i'm budgeting a major fetish / doll purchase each and every month. the two pairs of shoes from ebay seller was last months buy and i figured they'd take forever to get here like last time so for the last couple of weeks i've been scouring some shops and found what i was after but not in leather as i'd planned.

5" heeled black pvc thigh boots. which i am now the proud owner of.

pretty well completes my must have basics in the shoe and boot department. now onto more latex and possibly that chrome tight neck loop with the invisible key i was eyeing from that german site.

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full moon wishes....

it's another full moon tonight, time for doll rituals and wishes...

nothing really obvious has happened, just little things. my transition to 5"s has gone very smoothly as one example. so maybe there is some real magik in the world. it would be much more of an interesting place if there was..

so when you read this message and tonight when the moon is full where-ever you are, imagine - think - wish me to have latex skin and to be visited by that doll in my dreams i mentioned in earlier.

i'll report back in comments if when something happens....

and in the meantime i'm waiting on certian someone to write an actual ritual / spell for me to post and to use....

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a doll needs a doll box....

its an idea has come too me in the last few days. really not sure from where, it could be that i'm starting to sleep with my my scene nolee barbie doll and trying to connect as much as possible with her. the idea is this; i'd like some sort of special doll space for me to take me deeper and what better space is doll packaging?

i looked at my walk in closest which are packed with clothes and other junk and thought that if it had a plastic plexiglass sheet in fround it would make a great display box. but there's no way to move around all that stuff so thats out.

then i remember something that a certain someone (you all know who) suggested in our email chats. it was a something that just struck me to the core and my body ached out a 'YES', but then she does that alot to me :-)

so with a bit of modifications this is it; i empty the storage space out from under the bottom half of my bed where i keep all my kinky clothes and boots, i add a spare duvet and covert it with red satin. there i have a storage space for me....

i bought the satin sheets already.....

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heel training continues...

..well i did try but wearing them when in bed was interupting my sleep just too much, so i'm staying in th 5"s all day now and till bedtime.

i do leave them on but undo the strap so if i start to wake up from the soreness, rubbing etc, i can just kick them off. i'm keeping at it so that one night i'll just sleep right through without any problems and then that will be 24hrs straight..... and i will have adapted to the heels forever more.....

on the good news i found that my ebay pleaser shoes i described in an entry bellow arrived - and alot faster than the first pair. wow - the oxfords are so cute and look brillitiant. i tried them on and they're a good fit and the tightness i get when i do up the laces is just devine. sort of like when your mom used to tie you into ice skates - so tight they feel like they're a so a part of you. wondering what something like that as a lace up knee or thigh boot would be like. or maybe a full modular mannequin suit...

i am going to start trianing with those on the weeked now.

the 6"s arrived in same package and besides looking sexy as f**k, there's no earthly way i can wear them. my toes would have to be at a 90 degree angle to the soles of my feet. one day maybe, but not for now sadly. even barbie doesn't have toes that do that afterall!!

so they'll just sit there on my self tempting me forward....

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its been at least 48hrs now....

that i've been wearing my new 5"s heels pretty well conniously. i've even managed two nights in them which has started to break my sleeping problems with them. first night was hard, i didn't get very restfull sleep at all and i do need my sleep. sunday night was better but still not ideal.

i take them off in the morning to have a bath, then wear them around like mules till i get ready for work at which point i swap into the boots. commuting in 5"s isn't sensible or practical to say the least. i then swapped back once i get into the office.

so pretty well over 48hrs total now in them.

no ones really commented here. might be because i'm wearing long trousers so my toes just poke out and you can't see the full extent or shape of the shoe.

i'll see how tonight goes... anyone else heel training? if so please post your stories and experiences.

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transformation dreams...

last night i managed to sleep the entire night in my 5"s. it was a bit of a breakthrough even though i would rate it a 6/10 on the good sleep scale. lots of semi awakeness and dreams. glad i had an espresso first thing or i'd not really be functional today.

one odd dream i had, i think or something was having both a life sized traditional barbie and my scene nolee come up to me and do something and i ended up sort of a combo of the two? a bit of both physically but with wavey long honey coloured hair. was all visual and didn't feel anything.

unlike the dream i had a couple of weeks back where i was sitting on a very amazonian sized tranditional barbie. she was alive but plastic, she held my naked body close and i could feel her warm plastic skin that was alive but artificial. she kissed me on the lips and then started to deeply french kiss me, then oh so expertly finger me. i was melting there in her grip on her lap. it was sooo good i still think back too it.

so just looking through my hd again i found a couple more images that sort of deal with processes, entrapment and transformation. the b/w is from the old demask catalog and the other - well who knows.

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fashion from japan, dolls and models...

some more scans sent into me, thanks! love them. women look very doll and mannequin like with the oh so white make-up.

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a couple of finds sent in

from a 1934 stage show' women turned into living harps and a mannequin eyes view of the word and the publics reaction.

thanks for sending them in!

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rubber eva fullfills a couple of my fantasies....

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now a major motion picture....

was googling myself to see if the metatag thing was working at all and tripped upon this Asudem, due out this year.

now besides being a supernatural horror film in b/w, if there's any doll or mannequin transformations in it...

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an after and before shot?

another net find, who knows where. could be part of a mannequin production line with the next mannequin to be frozen and posed and ready to be converted...

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mannequin make-overs..

some people may like the skinny ass and no tit look attractive on mannequins. me - the only real thing i like about mannequins besides the fact they're on display is to have their amazing long legs but i'd prefer narrow waist, bigger tits and bum for a sexy hourglass shape.

so if you have a mannequin and want it made over then check out this website company here. thanks tsg for that.

seems you can send your mannequin in for breast and but enlargements. cool eh?

now can you send yourself in for a mannequin makeover? i wonder.. maybe i should email them.... i'll call it an 'art' project so i don't look too kinky...

oh and a story i love which isn't terribly well written (think it was written byt somone with english as a 2nd language) but is very slow, seductive and descriptive about a girl who takes on a permenant position as a window dresser... The Inventory part 1

his homepage with links to other stories he's done and likes is here

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discount doll make-up?

thanks heeled from the uk for the photo and the clever idea.

seems there's a world soccer match coming up soon in europe and the traditional thing to do for british supporters is to wave white and red flags around. for the more mad supporters they paint their face like the flag or in some extreme cases their entire body.

heeled found for a pound a red and white face paint stick to do just this and had the idea - 'wouldn't the same colors be perfect for white faced and red cheeked doll look? Even for one night?'

i totally agree.

they were found in a 99p shop near the till in case anyone over there wants to do it.

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densha otoko aka train man on youtube

for those who have not see it, its really worth checking out. previous overview on akihabara and densha otoko is here

to make life easier here's some links i've found on you tube for lots of snippets and the entire episodes!!

opening title sequence: here, full list: here and the catchy song the ends each show with credits rolling: here

enjoy!!

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