10 Fourth Day

It was that young girl from earlier. What was her name? I had seen her around the woman earlier when she had started unpacking. It didn't come to me and it really had no importance. What was she doing here?

'Auntie?' she called out, but when there was no response I expected her to leave. However, she came in and by the mischievous smile on her face, I knew that she was up to no good.

I didn't feel at ease with kids when I still had my human envelope, but now it was even worse as I couldn't even get up and leave. As much as I tried to move away from children, the more they gravitated towards me and that was something I had never understood.

'It's the inner goodness in you that attracts them,' Esmie had told me once but I had merely scoffed and brushed her comments aside. And it must be my inner goodness that made her transform me into a dildo, I thought bitterly.

A small hand started groping around the vanity table, bringing my thoughts back to the present. What was she up to, this little girl?

As her hands brushed the doll box, I felt apprehensive. If I had a heart, I was sure that it would have been beating very fast. Then before I had time to do anything, not that I could do anything in my state, I was grabbed along with my towel and thrust inside the box. Without even attempting to close it, she scurried away with a delighted giggle.

'I'm not a damned doll,' I screamed but, of course she didn't hear me. 'Noki,' I cried out, but there was no response from that side as well.

I had thought that it was a bad thing being a dildo, but I was wrong. It was worse to be a doll in the hands of a young girl.

'Relax Dick, when she sees you are not a doll, she'll bring you back,' I tried to reassure myself, but I was not too confident of my chances of survival. I knew that I was made of a fragile material and the slightest dent or scratch meant my end. But would it be so bad after all if I did break? Would it not be like a kind of death, releasing me from my current predicament?

Or what if I did break but still remained conscious and then I would be dumped somewhere? No, it didn't serve anything thinking about all these scenarios.

What about the woman? I needed to inform her about the intruder. I felt that she was in some sort of danger.

It was strange the way I felt concerned for her, having never even seen her face. Now that I was far from my fast and flashy life, I realized that I was starting to miss Esmie as well. Usually after breaking up with my previous girlfriends, I got over them by the next day, but it wasn't the same for Esmie. Who knew, maybe she had bewitched me? If she had the power to transform me into a dildo, then she could have made me fall for her and that was why I was missing her.

The woman oddly reminded me of her in the way her long hair swung side to side when she walked or the way in which her hips rounded off to a pert butt.

In the meanwhile the movement had stopped and I realized that the girl had stopped walking. Clumsy fingers dug in the box and moved the towel aside. I saw the girl's hand reach for me slowly and I closed my eyes. But no, I couldn't even do that. Will yourself to sleep Dick, you have been doing it each night. Do it, I screamed, but to no avail and I was pulled up from the box.