a new story by Shiny John

i'm not a great writer and my spelling is pretty bad too but i've read alot of fetish fiction that has inspired me in various ways over the last few years.

what it think i'm pretty good at is making up the outlines of stories and then passing them on. this is the first of two i've given to shiny john.

please post feedback in comments for both of us. and if you want to see the raw outline and want to write your own interpritation then just email me and i can send it over.

xx


The Wardrobe
by Shiny John

With a heavy thud, the delivery men righted the wardrobe into its place in Megan's bedroom.
"Thanks guys!" she said and walked to the exit to let them out. Once they had left, she sat at the computer and logged into the auction site once more to leave feedback for the old owner of the wardrobe. It was a deal, despite the fact that someone had tried to outbid her at the last second. The heavy, wooden, turn-of-the-century wardrobe had lots of inlaid detailing and that old antique worn look to it. It was wonderful and fit very nicely into Megan's old gingerbread-style house.
Megan returned to her bedroom and sat at the foot of her bed just looking at the front of the chest. Megan was short and skinny and wore a t-shirt and shorts. Her short dirty-blonde hair looked nice but had no body to it. She could have been described as mousey by other women, but she had very few friends. She didn't actually need the wardrobe at all, but it was such a beautiful piece of furniture, she had to have it.
She was a t-shirt and shorts kind of girl and didn't have many other types of clothes. She walked over to the doors and slid her fingers around the ring pulls which acted as handles. With a strong pull and a grunt, the door swung open, gaining speed as Megan kept pulling. The second door opened just as slowly, giving a loud *SQEEEEAAKKK* as the hinge moved for the first time in a long time. Inside, the cabinet was a large open area where one would hang dresses and suits. At set of hooks hung on the inside of the door and the back of the cabinet. The hanging rod was long gone. On the bottom was a pair of small drawers. Megan slowly opened the left drawer and was greeted with the wonderful scent of old wood and wood oil.
The right-hand drawer refused to budge. Megan tugged and yanked at the handle without any luck. She knew about this problem from the description on the auction site. Megan frowned as she tried to figure out how to get the drawer open. She braced herself and pulled on the handle hard, which finally popped the drawer free. Megan fell back onto her butt as the drawer pulled entirely free from the cabinet, sending something into the air and back down onto the floor.
It was a plastic fashion doll. The doll had large bright eyes and smile that was similar to a Barbie doll, but obviously predated Barbie. It had large breasts, with a tiny waist and its hair was styled in a short, jet black, bob. Its plastic skin was a peachy flesh-tone and had no obvious chips or scratches under a very gothic style dress.
The dress was styled like something out of Alice in Wonderland. It had a puffy skirt which came to the knees of the doll and had layers of white petticoats underneath. The bodice was tight and started from the belted wasp waist of the doll, went up over its breasts and went to its high neck. The short sleeves on the dress were puffy as well. The neck, sleeves and the edge of the skirt were all edged with white frills. The rest of the dress however was black shiny rubber. The doll also wore white knee socks and black lace gloves.
Megan thought it was a beautiful dress, but she would never wear anything like that. She thought it made the doll look like some freaky Goth child.
"Wow! I bet this is worth a lot!" Megan said excited at her find.
Megan picked up the doll and headed to the computer. She searched online for hours but found nothing even close to the doll. There were no obvious identifying marks or numbers on the doll. As the night wore on, she thought she heard a voice whispering in the shadows of the house.
Megan called out, "Hello?"
The whispers stopped.
"Hello?"
She began to search room by room looking for the source of the voices but couldn't find anyone. "Must have just been my imagination." She thought to herself before returning to the computer. "I need to get some sleep."
Megan returned to the bedroom leaving the doll next to the computer, she closed the doors to the wardrobe, and slipped between the covers. In moments, she was asleep. That's when the whispering started again…

Megan awoke with a start. She was dripping with sweat and breathing heavily. She couldn't remember what she had been dreaming about but it was intense. Once she had calmed down, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and put her toes on the floor. She tried to put her feet flat on the floor and her calf muscles protested.
"I must have hurt my legs yesterday, they are so sore." She thought to herself. She stood up and stretched, leaving the bedroom and went down to the living room and kitchen.
Megan ate a small breakfast of toast, then picked up the doll and returned to the bedroom. She sat at the foot of the bed with the plastic and rubber doll in her hands and looked up at the wardrobe again. The doll had been a bonus find inside her real purchase, but Megan felt like the doll was the real find.
"Oh well, I should get ready for the day." She said aloud, throwing the doll down onto the bed. She stripped and wandered through the house to the bathroom where she used the toilet and jumped into the shower. She washed and scrubbed and tried to shave her legs, but she noticed the hair hadn't really grown.
She hopped out the shower and toweled off. She toweled the steam off the mirror and noticed her skin was glowing. She looked more refreshed that she had in years. She also noticed her boobs looked bigger. "Weird" she said to herself.
She returned to the bedroom to put on her t-shirt and jeans for the day and was stopped by the beauty of the cabinet once more. She smiled and pulled open the heavy doors wide as if she was a Victorian dressing for the ball. She expected to find an empty chest and instead, hanging on a satin hanger from a hook, was the same gothic rubber dress she had seen on the doll in life size. She gasped in surprise and backed up into the bed.
She grabbed her towel and wrapped it around her body. "Who's here?!" she yelled, thinking someone was in the house with her. A room-by-room search found nobody. She returned to the bedroom and put on her t-shirt and jeans in a flash and shut the wardrobe doors tight. The idea someone was in her house disturbed her and that's the only way the dress could have gotten there.
She needed to get out. There was too much weird stuff happening today. After a quick check of all the windows and door locks, she jumped into her car. Since it was Saturday, she could peruse the mall for hours to get her mind off all the strange things that had been happening. In the mall, everything would be normal.
She went from store to store, checking out each one for new buys but nothing was jumping out at her. When she reached the local alterna-store in the mall, she was drawn inside. She had never gotten into all the punk and Emo stuff which lined the shelves, but she had bought some cool t-shirts for herself. Today, she drifted almost mindlessly to the back of the store where she found shoes and stockings.
She picked up a pair of Mary Jane's which were made out of black patent leather and had wedge heels on them. They looked fun for some reason although she couldn't remember anything she could wear them with that she already owned. Next to them lay a pair of white stocking which were knee-high and looked like the ones she had seen on the doll on her computer screen. "These would be nice with that dress…" she thought to herself idly.
Megan blinked and shook her head when she realized what she was thinking. She hung the stockings back up and put the shoe back on the shelf. "What am I thinking? Why would I wear that dress?" she thought as she hurried out of the store.
Megan headed straight for the car and returned home. She sat on the couch, shaken by what she had been thinking. She did not feel like herself. She lay down on the couch and turned on the TV, watching a baseball game. As she calmed down and focused on the TV, her body got warm, tired, and she fell asleep.

She dreamt of the doll. The two stood in a stark white room and the doll, dressed in the rubber dress, stood about 10 feet away. It stood as tall as Megan and took tiny steps forward, closing the gap between them. Megan felt nervous at the approach of the doll but could not back away. Megan stood there naked, arms at her sides, under the unblinking gaze of the doll, unable to move.
The doll began a slow walk around her body inspecting her. Megan tried to turn her head as the doll disappeared from view, but failed. The doll ran a lacey hand down Meg's spine from the base of her neck to the top of her ass. She then strolled back into view.
The doll spoke to her without moving her lips and breaking the slight smile on her face. "I will choose you."
"Choose me for what?" said Megan. There was no reply from the doll, who then removed her lace gloves and dropped them on the floor. The doll stepped forward and slid her smooth hand between Megan's pussy lips...

Megan awoke, gasping for air. She felt as if she had been holding her breath. She put her hand to her chest and touched something wet. She looked down and saw a sweat-stain had appeared on her chest as if she had been running the marathon. Her breasts had grown, stretching out her cotton shirt, and her nipples were standing on end.
She sat up and felt wetness in her crotch. She was horny and she didn't know why. She had to know what was going on and why all these strange things were happening to her. She sat in front of the computer and began to search the auction sites as well as other sites looking for explanations. She even tried looking for a dress matching the description of the one the doll wore.
She had no luck looking up any lead. She spent the most time searching sites looking for the rubber dress. She found lots of other rubber clothes though, some she even thought she liked. It kept her horny.
It was almost midnight when she stood up from the computer. It was hot in the house and her unceasing arousal didn't help. She stripped naked as she walked down the hallway into her bedroom, leaving pieces of clothing strewn about the floors. She stepped into the bedroom and jumped on top of the covers. She felt something against her leg and saw the doll.
She took the doll and picked it up. Its little feet were in little tiny black Mary Jane wedges like Megan had seen in the store. They had not been there earlier. Megan wondered if she was losing her mind. She tucked the doll under her arm and rolled onto her side trying to go to sleep. She wanted this day to be over.
Megan had missed the pair of black lace gloves which now lay on the floor in front of the wardrobe.

She lay naked in her bed in a white room. The doll stood looming at the foot of the bed in full size again. Behind her, the wardrobe stood even taller.
"Help Me" came the voice of the doll in Megan's head.
Megan stood up and approached the doll. She wasn't scared of it this time.
"How?" Megan asked.
"My dress… I need to take off my dress. It doesn't fit anymore" The doll said.
It was true. The dress looked loose on the doll around the breasts and hips where it had fit better before. The dress looked long on the doll as well.
"Ok, well, turn around." Megan said. The doll turned around and Megan got a look at the back of the dress for the first time. Down the spine of the doll was hundreds of shiny black round buttons, which would have been impossible to unbutton for someone in the dress, never mind that the doll's fingers were one solid sweep of plastic where her fingers would be.. Each button held its loop tightly and would have been totally impossible to remove if the dress had not already loosened on its body.
Megan began the slow process of unbuttoning the buttons on the dress. She started from the top button at the collar and methodically went down each one. The doll stood perfectly motionless while Megan performed her task. Each button let loose exposed more and more of the doll's porcelain skin and perfectly smooth back and it was making Megan horny.
Despite the fact that after three-quarters of the buttons were undone the dress could have popped free, Megan continued until the last button was unhooked. The doll slid the dress to the ground in a heap and then turned around and leaped for joy.
"Thank you" said the stoic smiling face of the doll.
"Your welcome!" said Megan.
"I feel so much better! I feel like playing!" said the doll as she tickled Megan. Megan began to laugh and fell back on the bed to get away from the doll. The dolly pulled off its shoes and stockings and jumped in the bed after Megan. She tickled Megan until they were a tangled mess of legs and arms. The two naked women lay next to each other, Megan breathing heavily and the Doll ever-smiling.
Megan felt the doll slip her mitten between her pussy lips onto her clit and Megan instantly moaned in pleasure. She had wanted to ask the doll to do that before she had undressed it. Megan stretched her hands over her head in pleasure and the Doll used its other hand to hold Megan's wrists there. The doll began to wiggle her hand inside of Megan and her victim was quickly losing all desire to object.
"I chose you because you are perfect." said the dolly to Megan's unanswered question. "Now that I have chosen, you can take my place."
The whole hand of the doll slid effortlessly into Megan's pussy. She was being fisted and was really enjoying it.
"Will you take my place?" the doll asked. Megan closed her eyes and nodded her head.
"I want to hear you say it Megan" the doll said smiling. Megan opened her eyes at the request, looking into the doll large bright unblinking eyes.
"Yeessss…" said Megan with a hiss as she orgasmed in the Doll's arms.
At that moment, Megan awoke.

Megan sat up in bed bringing her knees together and feeling a delicious wetness between her legs. The doll, now in miniature form, lay next to her on the bed, its tiny dress lying on the floor. Megan was very confused and felt in a post orgasmic daze. She knew what she had to do now, even if she didn't know where it would take her.
She stood up in the sunny bedroom and headed straight to the shower. She felt taller and stood straighter. She washed up, not pausing to shave, and hopped out of the shower. She toweled off and looked at herself again in the mirror. Her hair looked darker. She thought she looked good. She smiled to herself in the mirror and a warm throb came from her crotch.
She returned to the bedroom and opened the wardrobe. The dress hung there waiting for her. She removed it from the hanger and pulled it over her head, letting it fall. It came to rest around her knees and it was loose in the chest. The buttons which lined the back could never all be buttoned by herself. Megan began to cry as she looked at herself in the mirror. She knew she wanted to wear this dress now. She only wished it fit.
She removed the outfit and placed it lovingly back on the hook. The doors of the wardrobe were closed and she put on the same t-shirt and jeans from yesterday. What would she do today while she waited?
She would do her best to look like the doll.
She jumped in the car and sped off toward the drug store.. Once she was there she headed straight for the hair dyes and picked up a bottle of jet black. The clerk rang it up and Megan smiled to her, feeling the warmth in her crotch again. She left the store and returned home.
She headed straight for the bathroom, leaving her T-shirt and bra strewn on the floor as she headed there. In minutes, her hair was full of stinking chemicals and began to wait. She slipped out of her pants and panties and inspected herself in the mirror. She had gotten taller, her skin was smoother, her boobs were bigger, and for the first time she noticed her fingernail were painted glossy black. She never painted her nails, but this discovery didn't disturb her. Megan rinsed and dried her hair, letting her new shiny black hair dance around her shoulders. She pulled a pair of hair scissors from the vanity and began to chop at her hairdo until it was a short bob which ran to her chin.
She went directly to her room and sat on the foot of the bed staring at the wardrobe. She wanted the Doll to come back to her. She looked down and saw a pair of black Mary Jane's in a heap next to a pair of white stockings and a pair of lace gloves.
She picked up the stockings and pulled them up her legs to her knee. She slipped each of her feet into the shoes and pulled the straps into the little buckles. She stood up, feeling taller than she ever had. She pulled on the gloves and tweaked her nipples between her rough lacey fingers.
She sat on the edge of the bed waiting and while she waited, Megan thought about what was happening. She got the wardrobe and found the dolly. Then the doll's dress appeared and she had the dreams about the doll. Megan's body had begun changing and she didn't think it odd at all anymore.
Now she sat, half-naked and half-dressed like the doll, waiting.
She sat for hours, waiting.
As the afternoon sun set, she stood up and opened the wardrobe doors. She removed the dress from the hanger and pulled the rubber dress over her head. It was still too big and there was still no way to button it all closed, but Megan was able to loop the top-most buttons tightening the lace collar of the dress around her throat and holding the dress in place.
She lay down on the bed with her upper body propped up against the pillow. She held the little dolly in her right hand and finally felt like a dolly herself. From her vantage point, she saw a black shiny ruffled dress with two feet in party shoes.
She slid down to put her head in the pillows, letting the skirt of the dress creep up around her crotch. She closed her eyes and smiling to herself, letting her pussy throb once more in pleasure and drifted off to sleep.

The doll stood at the foot of the bed. Her face had changed and although she still looked like a doll, she blinked and flexed an even brighter smile when she saw Megan.
"You're wearing my outfit!" the doll said aloud since she was now able to move her lips.
"It's so pretty!" said Megan. "Can you button up the back? I really want to see what I look like in it."
"Of course, stand up!" said the doll, gesturing with her hand. Megan noticed she beckoned with a set of separated fingers.
Megan stood up and stood with her back to the Doll. She felt a pair of cold plastic hands begin the tedious process of looping every button from the top of the dress.
"You're the fourth person to wear this dress you know." said the doll.
Megan simply stood still and said nothing.
"You're also the fourth person to own the wardrobe. Do you know where it comes from?"
Megan did not answer. She could not. She was enthralled by the growing tightness of the rubber on her body as the buttons were fastened.
"The wardrobe was made from the wood of a very old tree in Ireland. The tree was the home of a fairy. One day the tree was cut down and taken to a woodworker. As the wood was cut, smoothed, and transformed into a wardrobe, the fairy decided to live in the piece of furniture, making any who would own transform into something else."
"The first person to inherit the wardrobe was the daughter of the craftsman. She was a young Victorian girl and wore the same dress you wear now. The girl disappeared one day, never to be seen again. The father, in a fit of grief, sold the house to a young couple and moved away. The young couple made the piece a centerpiece in their bedroom and soon the young wife wore this dress. The village told stories about how the woman always wore the same dress all the time, always had a smile on her face, and about how she disappeared one day. The young man lived there until he was old."
"The entire house and its contents were sold to an American family who sold off everything except for this wardrobe. The oldest daughter stole the piece for herself and distanced herself from her family. Soon she was gone as well, sent to play with the fairies."
"A fourth girl bought the wardrobe and disappeared sooner than anyone else for the fairy thought she needed a friend."
Megan felt the last button loop become tight and she reveled in the feeling of the tight rubber across her body and breasts. She ran her lacey hands down her tight rubber top, feeling the rubber hug every curve down to her waist. She slipped a hand under her skirt and fingered her clit, feeling how turned on she was. She felt amazing...
Megan turned to face the dolly again, but instead found a short woman. She wore a t-shirt and jeans and had plain mousy features. She was thin as a rail with no breasts to speak of, and dirty blonde hair. Megan thought she looked familiar, but could not remember where she had seen her before.
"This is it, are you ready?"
"Am I pretty enough?" said Megan aloud.
The girl smiled and stood on tiptoes to kiss Megan passionately, "You're perfect."
The girl took Megan by the hand and led her to the wardrobe. The doors opened, and inside was a bright white light. Megan stepped inside and turned around looking out of the closet door as the girl closed the wardrobe doors.
Megan stood still and felt a drop of something on her head, which turned into a dribble, then a stream. She felt it coat her face and head, forcing her to close her eyes, and flowed down her body. It flowed over and under her dress. She felt it flow down her legs. The cold liquid stopped pouring onto her head but it did not stop flowing down and around her body. Megan smiled as she felt the liquid flow down her crotch and when it flowed into her pussy, she opened her eyes and gasped as an orgasm hit. A blinding white light filled her vision.
When it cleared, she stood before a mirror in a bright white room and in this mirror was a tall raven haired dolly, with an amused smile on its face and bright dolly eyes. The fingers of its hands were fused together and every inch of its skin and skin was glossy. It wore a very gothic dress which made it look like a little girl from a bygone era.
She was perfect in every way.
From behind the mirror stepped a woman. It was the same woman that sealed her in the wardrobe. "Hi, I'm Megan!" said the girl.
The doll in the mirror spoke, but without breaking the smile sealed onto its face.
"Hello! I'm a Dolly, care to play?"