Roxy’s breath hitched, her sweat having formed shiny beads on her face as she gazed, helplessly, at how thoroughly Dahlia routed her defenses. Roxy knew that she did not have talents as a gamer - she had always engaged with the medium as a casual player, and never considered taking it seriously. She wasn’t prepared, however, for how much more competent a player Dahlia was than she was. The girl had effortlessly dismantled the defensive squads that Roxy had installed, and conquered her workshop with such speed that Roxy struggled to react to it. She had lost, and lost so decisively there was no chance she could have mustered any resistance. 

The CG faded in, and Roxy’s heartbeat quickened as her eyes were glued to the game. It was a scene with a first person point of view, and she was looking up at a confident, dominant witch as she loomed over the pathetic, defeated witch forced to the ground. As the witch loomed over her. The witch’s staff was uncomfortably close to her head, and Roxy watched as the perspective changed, her head lowering towards the ground. Roxy didn’t realize that she was mimicking the movements of the witch in-game, her head lowered as she looked at her phone. The scene taking place had gripped her so utterly that she lost her perception of the world. All that mattered to her was what she was watching. The scene stalled for a bit, with the defeated witch keeping her head pointed towards the floor, before an audible tapping noise came from the game. The sound of a staff being gently brought down on her head. 

Roxy watched as her arms transformed in front of her eyes. Her soft, delicate skin was rapidly replaced with the smooth luster of porcelain - the joints in her fingers morphing into prominent ball joints. The flowing magical robes she had previously been wearing unraveled themselves, the magic that flowed through her promptly stitched them back together in the form of a maid uniform. The black uniform with its white accents were unmistakable to her. She had seen them so many times on Maid Beta of course. The new doll looked up at its Witch, gazed upon its new Owner, beheld reverently the new focal point of its entire life. Words flowed from its mouth effortlessly - all ego wiped away - leaving behind a paragon of deference. 

“Maid Doll Roxanne, at your service, my Witch. Whatever you desire of this one, it will carry out your wishes to utter perfection.”

Roxy shuddered as the scene ended, and her perception of the outside world rapidly returned to her. She couldn’t understand anything that had just happened. She didn’t know why she was kneeling on the floor, her phone lying in front of her. She didn’t know why those words had come out of her mouth; it wasn’t like she was the kind of pervert who enjoyed those kinks. Submission, dominance, Witches and dolls. She had played the game because it looked cute, not because she was the kind of pervert who wanted to kneel under another woman. Roxy flexed her hands, trying to shake the lingering sensation from whatever state she was in; her body still felt rigid and stiff, giving the impression that what she was looking at was an illusion covering her real body. 

The whole experience frightened Roxy to her core. It had felt impossibly real. She ran into her bathroom, looking frantically at the mirror to make sure that her clothes hadn’t spontaneously transformed. She was still wearing the clothes she had decided to go to bed with: a black t-shirt that was a little too long and white booty shorts that were comfortable for her to sleep in. Panic gripped her though, as she struggled to remember if those had truly been the clothes she was wearing before. What if they were a different color? What if the shorts were pink instead of white? The dramatic, vivid experience had left Roxy completely shaken. She staggered back into the living room, grabbing her phone and falling hard onto the couch, no longer having the strength to maintain standing upright. She closed the game without a second thought, before dialing Alyssa’s number. Alyssa would be able to calm her down, like she always did. The phone dialed her number, and Roxy swore that it was ringing for a much longer time than normal - although it was hard to focus when her heart felt like it was beating out of her chest.

“Oh hey, Roxy! We were wondering how quickly it would take to get a phone call from you!” Alyssa’s voice was clear and cheery on the other end, and Roxy instinctively exhaled, not realizing that she had held her breath the entire time the phone was ringing. Her hands shuddered a bit as she gripped the phone to keep it from dropping out of her hands.

“Hey! We? Is there someone else there?” Roxy asked, trying not to reveal with the tone of her voice that Alyssa’s sentence had worried her. There were only a few people that Alyssa would be with at this hour, and the most likely one would of course be-

“Dahlia’s here with me! Are you feeling like a sore loser for getting beaten by her?” Alyssa was teasing her over the phone. It was familiar and comforting in its own way, but Roxy needed to impress on her that this wasn’t just a case of a bruised ego. 

“No, it’s not that. Did the game do anything like, weird when Dahlia beat me? I just had one of the most vivid experiences of my entire life.” There was a pause on the other side of the line. Roxy wondered if she could very faintly hear the two of them chatting to each other. 

“I think you would have to ask Dahlia that yourself. She was playing, not me. Here, let me hand her the phone.” The idea of talking to Dahlia sent a thrill of delirious excitement through Roxy. Her heart pounded in her head, her breath quickened, and her skin was quickly covered in goosebumps. It was at once terrifying and rapturous. 

“Wait, no no s-”

“Hey, Roxy. What’s up?” Dahlia’s voice made the world stop for a moment. The timbre in the nervous girl’s voice sounded like perfection to her ears. Roxy could feel the tension and stress leave her body as it subconsciously relaxed, a smile coming to her face as her body sunk into the couch. 

“Oh, um, i-it’s not that important. D-did anything weird happen to you with the game recently?” Roxy struggled to feel shocked at how her voice sounded. The feelings struggled to bubble up and build inside of her at how…weak she sounded - her voice shaky and unsure. 

“Nope. The Witch and doll account system was a little weird to see suddenly but it’s no real biggie.” Roxy didn’t recognize what Dahlia was talking about. She realized that she had closed the game so quickly that she didn’t even process that a new system had popped up. Roxy paused awkwardly as she struggled to phrase what she was about to say next, her cheeks flushing red as she blushed intensely. 

“Yeah, uh, the doll system. So what exactly does…that mean?” Once again, she stammered out her sentence in a nervous tone. She could feel her heart beating faster and faster in her chest, as beads of sweat started to form on her forehead. 

“Well, I believe it means that I can help you level and raise your dolls while being able to use any of your dolls whenever I want. Honestly, it would be a big help given the holes in my roster right now.” A treacherous smile spread quickly across her face as her breath quickened. 

“I’m so glad that I could be helpful! I hope my dolls serve you well, my Witch.” Roxy quickly covered her mouth as the sentence slid out of her mouth with no resistance. It felt like instinct, an undeniable part of her mind that had leaped forward in eager service. Roxy’s heart quickened again, but this time in terror rather than anxiety. For a brief moment in time, her mind felt as if it wasn’t under her control - that something had, at some moment, buried itself inside of her, waiting to come out. 

There was a long, awkward silence on both ends of the phone call. Roxy didn’t want to risk more words springing from her mouth that she didn’t want to say, and she was sure that the statement was also very awkward for Dahlia and Alyssa. She debated hanging up the call right then and there, but the sound of laughter from the other end surprised her. It was Alyssa laughing loudly, truly guffawing at what Roxy had just said. 

“Oh my Goddddd, Roxy! You don’t have to sound sooooo into it! Jeez, maybe the two of you were meant for each other.” Roxy knew she was still blushing, but she could at least laugh along with this. It was much easier to laugh than to have to admit that deep in her brain, some traitorous piece of her was forming that truly was into this. She flexed the hand not holding the phone, struggling to purge the lingering sense of stillness from her body. It had become, quite suddenly, so much easier to be still - when she was just relaxing, she no longer felt the need to kick her feet or fidget with something with her hands. There was just, pure, tranquil stillness.

“Hey, really though, are you into this? We’ve known each other for a while Roxy but you’ve never brought it up. I’m not judging! It’s just news to me!” The sincerity in Alyssa’s voice made Roxy realize that not only was her friend seriously considering that she was into this stuff, but also that she wasn’t going to freak out if she was. Her mind fought against itself, the vulnerability her friend expressing causing emotions to come dangerously close to spilling out. 

“I…no obviously not…I’ve not really hid anything from you, you know.” Roxy chuckled, fearing how insincere her voice sounded. That part of her wanted to earnestly say yes, and she had to put her entire mind into silencing it. Her heart beat quickly, fear flooding through her body as she struggled to figure out what was going on. 

“Yeah, that’s true. I know it was you pranking her, so don’t act so unsure about it, okay?” Roxy sighed again, letting out a weak chuckle as she forced her body to stretch out. The crisis was avoided for now, but Roxy still could feel that something was wrong here.

“This game really is something, huh? I certainly wasn’t expecting it to take this turn. I wonder what will happen if I beat Dahlia next? Do you think that I would become your Witch?” Words gushed out of her. She didn’t think that she had let her guard down, but there was nothing that she could do to stop what came out of her mouth next. 

“You won’t be able to defeat my Witch. That’s just not possible.” She hated the smug confidence in how she said those words. There was simply no doubt in that part of her mind that Alyssa would lose to Dahlia. Once again, there was a moment of silence on the other side of the line - Roxy could feel that silence suffocating her, preventing her from experiencing anything other than raw fear. 

“I respect the commitment, damn. I’m going to let you go now, since I’m starving. What? No Dahlia, she’s fine, she’s just trying to get to you, don’t worry about it. This is what she does, it’s her way of being friendly! Oh, right, phone, hanging up. Later!” Roxy dropped the phone onto the couch cushion, sitting frozen in place before slowly getting herself up and walking to the bathroom again. She stood in front of the mirror, looking at herself as if she was going to die soon. She pored over herself, stretching her arms and fingers in front of the mirror, trying to see if anything was different. Her clothes hadn’t changed, still being the black, form-fitting T-shirt with the lacy trim around the collar, and pleated skirt that cut well above her knees. 

Her skin looked fine too - she had never had particularly many blemishes ever, and she knew that she was always quite pale too. Her face was as smooth as ever, and the mascara she applied this morning was still going strong, all things considered. It was a force of habit that she had desperately been trying to undo. Her mother had always told her that it was very important to maintain her appearance - that the way she looked was important in establishing first impressions. Her mother had grown up following behind her own grandmother, who had been a maid to a very wealthy family, and Roxy knew that while her mother only had her best interests in mind, she didn’t want to adopt those same misogynist ideas. 

At least…she thought so. Roxy struggled with the idea that something was wrong. She was saying things she didn’t want to say, and a part of her mind felt like it was actively rebelling against her. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she had been wearing something differently not long ago either. 

‘If something is changing…is it the game? That’s insane, right? How could a phone game do anything like that!? But…something is wrong…right?’ Roxy turned on the sink faucet and splashed some water on her face. She knew that it could ruin her mascara, but she needed to try and focus. It was more important than anything else right now. As the cold water hit her face, the slowly building headache she was feeling broke, and she looked back at herself in the mirror once more. 

‘Yeah, that is insane. Come on Roxy, get it together. Nothing is changing you, and certainly not a video game.’ Roxy smiled, realizing how silly this was. She looked over herself one more time, unconsciously adjusting her bra straps to emphasize her tits as much as possible. She really did like the way this shirt ended up making her breasts look bigger - her mother said that having an ample chest was always appreciated, but it hadn’t been until college that Roxy started to appreciate it. She enjoyed the way that some of the older women at the lesbian bars in the area would look at her, and flirting with them was always fun. 

‘I should go get some food, and Alyssa would probably be up to shooting the shit.’ Roxy walked back into the living room, grabbing her bookbag and gently slinging it around her shoulders as she picked her phone up from off the couch and dialed Alyssa’s number. She figured that Alyssa would be down to eat dinner together even if she had just called her a bit earlier, and she wanted to find out more about Dahlia. Alyssa had told her that she was also a lesbian, but she hadn’t had many chances to meet the roommate before, and now…well, this game was as much of a bonding experience as any. 

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Alyssa’s jaw dropped as she watched Roxy walk away from the counter where she picked up her food, and towards the table she was sitting at. She had always known Roxy for almost slobbish in terms of her appearance. The normally casual woman had explained that her mother had always gotten on her as a teenager, that she was wasting her looks and that she was never going to find a man if she continued not putting in any effort. But the woman standing in front of Alyssa was decidedly not wasting her looks. The black button up blouse fitted around her chest in a way Alyssa had never seen before on Roxy, and she knew that Roxy never would have worn a shirt with a white lace collar either. Her skirt was also quite short, cutting just high enough above her knees to just see the garters holding up her sleek stockings. 

The mascara on Roxy’s eyelashes and the faint pink lip stain on her lips were also never before seen by Alyssa. She couldn’t quite tell if she was also using any concealer or blush, but she knew that Roxy’s skin seemed impossibly smooth and uniform. The effect was stunning in its totality - Roxy had been replaced with a version of herself that was suddenly trying to look as attractive as possible. 

“Alyssa, you’ve been staring at me slack-jawed for like five minutes. Do I have something on my shirt?” Roxy looked down at herself, checking her outfit before looking back at Alyssa. 

“I-It’s. Just. Wow, who is the lucky person you’re going out with tonight? I’ve never seen you like this!” Roxy’s confusion only grew as she looked troubled, sitting down slowly and crossing one of her legs in front of the other. 

“No one. I don’t have a date. I’m just…you know, wearing clothes? Is everything alright?” Roxy pulled a french fry from her plate and stuck it in her mouth. Her eating habits hadn’t changed, at least. 

“Yeah, it’s you who I’m worried about. Didn’t you used to get into arguments with your mom about how you dressed all the time? I remember you telling me about it when you would get drunk at my place.” Alyssa stared down Roxy as they ate their food, looking for any reaction that was out of the ordinary. 

“Well, yeah. But I told you that I understood where she was coming from. She always wanted me to look professional because she felt that how you looked was important for work. I just don’t vibe with that really. Why shouldn’t I dress a little sexy? People don’t really care and it’s made my love life a lot better.” There was nothing in the way that Roxy explained herself that gave the impression that she wasn’t being genuine. Alyssa rubbed her forehead as she could feel a headache start to form. 

“This isn’t a prank right? Like the phone call earlier? I’m…in complete shock, is all.” Roxy shook her head, chuckling. It was a familiar reaction, that knowing chuckle. It was a little soothing to Alyssa. 

“Nope. That would be one weird prank, honestly. If I was going to prank you it would be something funnier than just dressing myself up nicely. That would be absurd.” Alyssa felt her headache intensifying, swallowing a bite of food as she struggled to reconcile the Roxy she knew with the Roxy in front of her. 

“Alright, alright. I won’t press anymore. If you want to start dressing nicely, who am I to say otherwise? You do look stunning, by the way.”

“Thanks. Do you think Dahlia would like it?” Roxy broke into a smug grin, thinking about the shy girl’s reaction to her outfit, as Alyssa started laughing loudly. She was practically guffawing at the suggestion, clutching her stomach as Roxy’s grin fell away and she put a piece of chicken into her mouth. 

“Okay yes this is a joke. We’re continuing the bit from the phone call. But to answer your question, yes god. Her head would explode. She could die.” Roxy chuckled with Alyssa as her laughing died down, before pulling out her phone and looking over the top at Alyssa. She was just going to overlook the comment about this still being a joke.

“What’s her number? I don’t have it, but I can send her a picture or two.” Alyssa stopped laughing entirely, leaning forward a bit as she sighed exasperatedly. 

“Roxy, I need you to understand that the you in front of me is dramatically different from the Roxy I’ve known for a while now. This joke has…it’s stopped being funny, okay? The outfit, the makeup, and now Dahlia. She really was concerned that you were acting strangely during the phone call and now I’m convinced. I want to just ignore all of this but it’s worrying me.” Roxy nodded, putting her phone down as she stretched her arms forward. 

“Okay, fine. I like her, okay? She’s really cute and I figured that since you were her roommate and you two seem like good friends, you could help me with that. The phone call, the clothes…I’m just trying to flirt with her, alright? I didn’t really want to give away the game so quickly.” Silence hung for a bit between the two of them as Alyssa considered the explanation, before giggling and laughing, with Roxy quickly joining in.

“You literally could have just told me. I mean, you’ve helped me out with relationship stuff before, why wouldn’t I do the same with you? But yes, she will probably explode if you send her pics so you absolutely should. Let me text you her number.” Alyssa smiled as the memories of the previous conversation started to fade away from her mind. She hadn’t realized yet that she had already forgotten what Roxy had previously told her about her mother, replaced with Roxy’s new explanation. There was no lingering feeling of her friend being strange left in her mind. Nothing but smoke in the wind. 

Roxy’s grin was at home on her face - it was the same, sly, shit-eating grin that she always had when she was up to something. Within seconds of getting Dahlia’s phone number she had already messaged a couple of selfies of herself that she had taken in her bathroom after getting off the phone earlier. Her eyes glistened as she watched her phone for a response, a hawk circling around her prey. Alyssa buzzed in anticipation for how Dahlia would respond, even if she had a pretty good idea already. 

dsfbgfbhhdh

holy shit

yeah?

like what you see?

yes???? dshfsj

i don’t know how to process this rn

Roxy snickered as she slid her phone across the table, with Alyssa quickly snatching it and reading it close to her face. She winked at Roxy before giving her a thumbs up, sliding the phone back to her as Roxy effortlessly picked it up off the table. Her grin widened into a mad, hungry smile as she energetically bolted up from her chair. She waved frantically for Alyssa to follow, and Alyssa was completely helpless against the flow of Roxy’s desire; by the time she had gathered her things, she had already bound over to the cafeteria door. Alyssa almost tripped over herself catching up to Roxy, risking spilling the food she was carrying on the floor, as Roxy euphorically cackled. She leaned against the cafeteria door, wearing a mad grin as she gripped the door handle.

“I have an idea to really get her going, but it’s going to require us to go somewhere private. You in?” Alyssa found herself nodding without giving it a second thought, the energy and excitement in Roxy’s voice easily convincing her. There was no way she would abandon her friend now, especially when the hunt was proceeding well. She could have been told that she needed to go and drag Dahlia out of their dorm room by force and Alyssa would have only reconsidered it as she reached their door. 

The evening air felt electric as Alyssa followed close behind Roxy as her rapturous, manic laughter filled the campus. The sunset was already almost finished by the time they left the cafeteria, the sky painted in orange and purple streaks as the day’s fading lights hit the clouds. The dim light of twilight and the fantastical sunset made the entire experience feel like a frenzied dream to Alyssa. The dread feeling of unreality refused to shake its grip on her, a primal pulse trying to tell her body that something was wrong. Hadn’t she felt this earlier? Alyssa couldn’t remember, but she couldn’t figure out what about her friend would be this disconcerting. There was simply no way Roxy could be…wrong.

Alyssa had ended up in Roxy’s bathroom while wrapped up in the fever dream or what was going on. She recognized the spread of make-up brands present on Roxy’s sink counter - something about their existence here seemed wrong, but Alyssa couldn’t figure out why. That sense of discomfort was there still, a presence waiting for her to look into the bathroom mirror and notice it staring at her. But as she looked, instead there was Roxy with a smug grin on her face as she propped herself on the counter, fussing with the buttons on her shirt. It was just Roxy looking at her, the Roxy she had always known, as she undid them one by one. 

“Take my phone, I want to take some racy pictures for her. You’re good for that, right?” Roxy’s phone zipped in front of Alyssa’s face as she was shell-shocked by the sight of Roxy’s unbuttoned blouse revealing a lacy black demi-bra. Alarm seized her once again as she found herself unable to look away, her heartbeat quickening as she caught a glimpse of the madness in the mirror.

‘Roxy wouldn’t wear that. Why is she wearing that?’ smoldered and caught afire in her thoughts. She couldn’t tell if it was just confusion or the eroticism of Roxy’s dress and pose that kept her staring impotently. Her mind tried to grasp everything that had happened this evening, struggling to keep the threads of everything that was wrong and discordant. 

“Damn, Alyssa, I didn’t expect you’d also be staring at me like that. Should I have made a stronger pass on you after all?” Roxy’s voice snapped her concentration in half. The threads in her mind blew away in the wind as she found herself chuckling at the joke, almost unconsciously. It hadn’t been the first time Roxy had joked about Alyssa like that. 

‘What were you thinking, Alyssa? That’s Roxy, obviously.’ The presence in the mirror was gone, now. There was no dread feeling creeping onto her mind. She was here to help her friend Roxy flirt with her roommate, and there was absolutely nothing wrong with that. She took the phone from her friend and squinted as she did her best to line up the perfect shot. The right position and framing to really emphasize how her bra was magnifying her breasts, making them seem bigger than even Alyssa had figured. She flashed Roxy a thumbs up after taking a couple of pictures, before Roxy turned herself around, looking back at the camera as she bent over the counter and hiked her skirt up. Alyssa gasped without thinking, her eyes instantly focusing on Roxy’s ass in her black lingerie. She could feel her heart in her chest again, but this time she wasn’t feeling like something was horribly wrong. The raw warmth building up inside of her was one she never felt comfortable admitting to. 

“Oh yeah. If I get a straight girl like you turned on, it’s absolutely going to melt her brain.” Calling the grin plastered across Roxy’s face “shit-eating” would be selling it short. Alyssa laughed, trying to brush off the feeling of getting horny from seeing her friend’s ass, and took a couple more pictures. She handed the phone back to Roxy, who turned away from Alyssa to send the photos over. Alyssa’s head began to feel like it was spinning as she watched her friend giggle and titter, shaking her ass back and forth in front of her. Her body smoldered as she imagined what it would be like to grab her friend’s ass, to hold her cheeks in both of her hands and just squeeze her hands. She never would have stewed in these thoughts for this long…but tonight had already been beyond reason. 

“Damn, she hasn’t responded yet. She’s probably overwhelmed with how hot I am!” Roxy laughed as she stood up and spun around, pulling her skirt back down as she looked directly at Alyssa. It was impossible to miss how flushed her face was, the way that her eyes lingered in the space where Roxy’s ass had previously been and were not drifting up to her chest. Roxy skipped forward, getting as up close and personal to her friend as she could. 

“I think someone really liked it. You sure you’re straight, Alyssa? I have my eyes on your roommate but…if you’re so hot and bothered I could be convinced to fool around a little.” Roxy let her eyes wander down and then up Alyssa’s body, and Alyssa found a word pop into her mind she never associated with Roxy before. Lecherous. Roxy was openly checking her out now, lecherously looking up and down her body. Something about that didn’t feel weird to her right now - it was almost as if her body was welcoming the attention, the heat intensifying as her head started to swim again. 

“No I’m..I’m not into girls. We’ve talked about this.” Roxy smirked as Alyssa offered up a weak protestation. She walked around Alyssa, grinning as she kept eye contact with her friend before stepping forward, pressing Alyssa into the bathroom wall to her left.

“But you clearly were enjoying the show. It’s okay, Alyssa. You don’t have to make any decisions just yet…you’re in college after all. Girls should experiment!” Alyssa was almost hyperventilated as she struggled to process Roxy pinning her to a wall. It wasn’t just that she felt so heated up that her legs were melting out from under her, or that her heart was beating so hard that she wondered if it was trying to leap out of her chest. Roxy had never been this forward with her, and Alyssa had never been so receptive to Roxy’s attention before. She could feel a part of her that was flagging in its resolve.

‘Maybe it’s fine if it's Roxy. She did take the effort to look incredible today. Anyone would be hopelessly attracted to her.’ Sweet, honeyed thoughts she struggled to prevent were coating her mind, making her head tingle and hum with anticipation and desire. Having Roxy so close to her, pressing herself onto Alyssa, exhilarated and terrified her. She was on the precipice of a turbulent truth that was threatening to throw her off a cliff - and yet, a growing part of her wanted to take the leap anyways. 

“How about just a kiss, to start? If you like it…we can go further. But right now, just a kiss. One, little, kiss, Alyssa.” Alyssa gulped as her heart skipped a beat as Roxy talked sweetly to her. She couldn’t remember when Roxy had ever been so charming, more charming than any of the guys who had ever expressed any interest in her. Roxy brushed some of Alyssa’s hair behind her ear, and she shuddered involuntarily at how wonderful her touch felt. Any resistance to the idea was dying out, squashed by the roaring heat of her body and the traitorous thoughts in her mind. 

She nodded. She couldn’t voice what she wanted, but she could feel relief wash through her as the conflict was decided. Roxy’s grin grew wider as she leaned in closer to Alyssa, pressing her lips against her friend, slowly kissing her as Alyssa reciprocated. It was a different kind of kiss than she was used to, but her eyes fluttered as she continued making out with her best friend. 

‘I should be allowed to experiment. This means nothing. Nothing at all.’ Her mind was already rationalizing why she would do this. Why she was eagerly making out with another girl; eagerly making out with Roxy. Roxy pulled Alyssa a little bit away from the wall, grabbing her hips with both hands as her hands explored Alyssa’s body. Her hands particularly lingered around Alyssa’s ass, initially holding her there before Roxy started to slowly squeeze and grope her friend’s butt. Alyssa couldn’t muster any resistance to this, only able to gasp in between kisses and lean into Roxy as she could feel her legs giving way. 

“Do you want more? Am I good enough as a woman?” Alyssa’s entire body burned hot as she looked into Roxy’s eyes. There was no hesitation, even with how Alyssa nervously stuttered her answer. 

“Y-Yes. Please.” Roxy cackled as she pulled Alyssa out of the bathroom, across the living room, and into the bedroom. It was almost effortless to pull Alyssa and guide her to wherever she wanted. Alyssa flopped onto the bed, panting and breathing hard as her legs subconsciously spread a little bit, anything to let a little more heat out, anything to cool her down. Roxy was fumbling with something in the corner of the room, and Alyssa did not immediately recognize what she was fastening around her waist. It wasn’t until Roxy turned around, and there was a shiny, dark purple dildo bouncing up and down at the front of her skirt, that Alyssa knew what was going on. Roxy pulled Alyssa back up, offering as little resistance as a ragdoll, before spreading her legs and perching on the edge of the bed. 

“Come on now. I’ll need your help with this one, girlie.” Roxy chuckled arrogantly as she watched her friend simply drop to her knees in front of her.

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Alyssa woke up peacefully the next morning. Initially, she didn’t recognize the room was in. It was very neat and proper, with very little in the way of excess stuff lying about. It looked like the apartment of someone who had their life in order and wasn’t a massive wreck. She sat up in bed, looking to the other side of the room to see Roxy sitting down in front of a mirror, doing some last minute adjustments to her makeup. She was wearing a very professional maid outfit, one that deigned to show as little of her body as possible. Her hair, which Alyssa had remembered previously had been cut much closer to her head, was now long and flowing, reaching the middle of her back.

“Roxy…is that you?” Alyssa asked sheepishly, her sleepy mind trying to figure out the mixed signals she was getting from what she was looking at. 

“Yep. That’s me. Sorry to have to bounce just as you’re waking up, but you know how my mother is. If I’m late to work she’ll have my head for it.” It was definitely Roxy’s voice, but instead of the cocky, arrogant tone that she usually had, Roxy sounded completely and utterly professional. 

“We…we had sex last night, right?” Roxy stopped fussing with her make-up and looked at Alyssa on the bed, smiling sweetly.

“That’s right. It was wonderful being so intimate with you. I guess it was more of a shock for you though. I hope you enjoyed it.” Roxy’s voice was a warm summer breeze compared to what Alyssa was used to. There was no snark, no humor, none of what made Roxy so distinctive. In her place was a polite, caring, professional woman, a person that Alyssa was struggling to reconcile with the woman who had fucked her last night. 

“I could have sworn you were a little rougher with it…but work? What about classes today?” Roxy raised an eyebrow at Alyssa’s question. 

“No, I don’t go to college. I wish I could have, but my mother needed me to help out with the family business. You know I don’t mind this job anyways. I make enough money and at some point I’ll be able to inherit the business.” Another piercing headache struck Alyssa as she felt like Roxy was spouting nonsense. Hadn’t she just told Alyssa last night that she didn’t like the standards her mother would force upon her? She was pretty sure that Roxy and her mother didn’t even get along. 

“Do you need some ibuprofen? Hold on, I have some in my bathroom, I’ll be right back.” Her mind was breaking itself apart trying to make sense of everything. Roxy definitely was different, but how different? She remembered kneeling in front of Roxy last night and worshipping the strap in between her legs, but nothing else about her had seemed strange at the time. Maybe something was happening to her? Was she having a mental breakdown or was Roxy at one point a completely different person than she was right now? 

As Roxy came back into the room with the ibuprofen, suddenly, the headache broke. Alyssa blinked, wondering what had just happened. Was she thinking about Roxy? Her friend, the meticulous hard worker who she had met at a Pride event not too long ago? The Roxy who had turned her down when suggesting they go to a lesbian bar because she might get too hungover for work the next morning? Of course this was the Roxy she knew about. 

“Sorry about that, and thank you. I don’t know what came over me just now. It’s like…I had gotten it in my head I was suddenly living through a movie and you had turned into a different person while I was sleeping.” The sudden frown on Roxy’s face made Alyssa worried she had said something wrong, but it quickly disappeared, replaced with a wide, warm smile and a happy chuckle. 

“That would be something, wouldn’t it? I would love to chat about this more but I really have to get going for work. Feel free to eat anything in the fridge for breakfast.” Roxy leaned in for a quick kiss on Alyssa’s cheek, making her blush crimson. She had only just realized she was into girls a little while ago and hadn’t really made any moves until she met Roxy, and the intimacy that kiss offered was a lot for her fledgling sexuality.

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Roxy had finished up everything that had needed to be done around the office. She enjoyed the praise she would get from her mother for cleaning well; while her mother didn’t currently let her do work with clients solo, Roxy was pretty convinced that she was going to get the chance soon. But for right now, her body was tired and lethargic, and she sat down in one of the chairs in the waiting area, taking a break. Normally cleaning like that wouldn’t have exhausted her, but she figured that staying up last night to passionately make love to Alyssa probably had something to do with it.

It was then that she noticed that there was something wrong with her hand. It felt unusually stiff, and when she raised it up to look at it more closely, she noticed that her skin was unnaturally smooth, practically shining in the fluorescent light. She couldn’t feel any alarm about it though. Even as her joints looked much more prominent in her hand that normal, even as she could see, just barely, that more and more of her arm was slowly transforming into what looked like some kind of polished plastic, it registered as no more than a novel curiosity to her. 

‘How strange.’ Was the last thing Roxy thought as her body transformed in the waiting area. Her arm slumped down, lacking the muscles to support itself, resting perfectly on the arm rest of the chair she was sitting in. She could feel herself growing rigid, her back straightening out, her eyes focusing on what was directly across from her. It didn’t feel like anything; feeling was a sensation that had already been discarded. She simply was. A doll sitting in a chair in the waiting room. 

There was a knock at the door of the office space. An older woman, who looked to be in about her early forties, walked across the waiting room towards the door. She didn’t spare a glance towards the doll sitting there in an elaborate maid dress, a caricature of the cute, demure maid that you might expect in a romance novel. At the door was a black woman in a somewhat dirty work uniform, holding a clipboard in her hands as she waited patiently. The door opened quickly, with the older woman smiling and beckoning her in. 

“Is that her? Wow, you’ve really kept her in good condition. Good news for us, means we won’t have to think about any repair work.” There was a slightly uneasy tone in the working woman’s voice as she looked over the doll. Her actions seemed a bit rehearsed; like she wasn’t even really inspecting the doll all that closely. 

“Well…you guys said you give them to a good home and I just…felt like that was a wonderful idea. It was my husband’s idea to buy the doll in the first place when he took a business trip over a decade ago. He said it would help drive business, and it certainly did for a time. A lot of repeat customers who liked seeing her. But now though…I think we’ve outgrown it, is all.” The worker nodded as she gently picked up the doll and held it almost reverently. 

“That makes sense. Don’t worry, we already sent you a briefing about who is going to get your lovely lady. Dahlia is a client you can trust to take care of her. What’s her name by any chance? I didn’t get a good look at the order form.”

“Roxanne. We had a couple of clients call her Roxy, but never in front of my husband. He would act all angry and put off with them. ‘That’s a beautiful, sophisticated woman there. She wouldn’t go by anything other than Roxanne!” Both women laughed at the older woman’s impression of her husband. She had really gone out of way to make her voice boom for exaggerated effect.

“Roxanne. What a lovely name. One last question, and I’m sorry for having to ask this but its company policy. Do you have any children?” 

“Children? No, why may I ask?” The woman seemed taken aback by the question. It wasn’t one she was often asked, and especially not in context.

“Sometimes dolls belonging to people without children are a bit more high risk. People imprint onto dolls as if they were real people and often really their kids, after all. You run the risk of jealousy and all, so sometimes we have to factor that in.” The other woman laughed as the worker explained this to her. 

“Oh don’t worry, she was never that important to us. We always knew that she was just part of the marketing. We made sure to say our goodbyes, and thanks, all the same. You know, I don't want to end up haunted tonight.” The black woman laughed heartily at that, throwing her head back as she walked towards the door. She turned around and looked at the other woman, who was smiling and laughing with her. 

“Do you need one last goodbye?” It was common courtesy, but it helped to show a bit of caring attention to previous owners. The woman nodded, and walked up to the doll, gently petting her head. It felt oddly nostalgic, in a way. She had stopped doing it for the last five years for some reason, but it reminded the woman of the day she brought Roxanne home. 

“Goodbye, Roxy. I hope you enjoy your new life.” She winked at the doll, making the worker chuckle loudly as she carried the doll away, towards her new home.