Dorm Room Dolls Chapter 4 (animate inanimate tf)

Kim looked up to Trixie at an awkward angle that kept changing as the much larger fairy carried her through the hallway. The giant held her around her bright fuselage that was now a part of her toy body. Trixie’s arms swayed as she walked, and they swayed Kim with them. There was nothing the toy could do but dangle awkwardly.


The toy plane did manage to catch a peek of her remote control in the crook of the fairy’s right arm. If only she could get her plastic mittens on it . . . then . . . then, Kim realized, she would still be a toy plane. She couldn't fly while carrying her own remote control. If she tried to fly off on her own, as reluctant as she was to do so, Trixie would probably just take over with the remote at her leisure. Kim was stuck until Trixie decided to change her back. After all that had happened, Kim didn't think that was likely; maybe impossible.


Kim stopped, abruptly, when Trixie stopped at a door. She took in her brief reprieve from being tossed around while Trixie readjusted Kim, the remote control, and her new wand. The giant reached for her keys on reflex, but then remembered that all she had in her new form was her wings and the clothes on her back, everything else disappeared to whatever magical nether exists for them. The plane manage to see Trixie tap the doorknob with her wand, and the giant smiled as it transfigured from a wooden door with lock and knob to a pink plastic door that swung open on simple hinges.


“I’ll need to invest in better security for my domain when I get the chance,” Trixie noted as she went into the room, carrying Kim with her. The toy desperately wanted to shut her eyes to escape the vertigo, but her new plastic face did not come with proper eyelids. The office space was drab, and Trixie sighed as she sat down on her rolling office chair. Kim was put down on the brown desk, turned slightly so she would be forced to look up to Trixie. The toy was curious as to how the fairy could sit in her chair on account of her wings, but the pixilated wings merely altered their shape and made way for the chair. If the pixels had an opportunity to right themselves, they would shift back into place.


Kim’s owner stared at the wall while thinking intently on her next move. She never let go of Kim, instead keeping her fingers wrapped around the toy’s fuselage. Trixie then whisked her wand, and the toy’s controller levitated into a drawer. Another wand whisk and the drawer closed, dashing the Kim’s hopes of getting the controller away from the fairy. Kim started to roll back and forth, courtesy of Trixie’s idle hands. The fairy wasn’t even looking at her.


“Hey, could you stop that!” Kim shouted as high as her tiny body would allow. That drew a sidelong glance from Trixie.


“Why should I? You’re a toy, and I own you.” Trixie’s voice had a matter of factness that startled the plane rendering the toy speechless. Kim’s heart fell into her stomach as she looked up at a face larger than she was. It was beginning to dawn on her what being a toy meant.


“Just, I don’t like it.” Kim retorted, though her voice had lost its defiance. Trixie shrugged and kept rolling her toy plane back and forth across her desk.


"There should be sixteen people left in the dorm over the break, at least that registered.” Trixie mused to herself, “I wonder what I would end up with…”


Kim opened her mouth to speak but before a syllable escaped her lips Trixie rapped her wand against the toy’s plastic face. It had no effect, but the toy plane got the message and closed her mouth.


“You’ll only speak when I ask you a question. Understand?” Kim’s owner said coolly. The toy nodded weakly bowing her head in defeat.


“Good. Truth be told, though, I think I need to step outside. And do you know what I do before I leave my room?” Now Trixie was smiling as she looked down at Kim.


“No.” Kim whispered apprehensively.


The fairy leaned down so she could almost look her plane in the eye, “I put my toys away.”


Kim recoiled, but could not force her wheels to move, nor her propeller to spin. Trixie must of used the control to rob her of control before she put it up. She was helpless to watch as Trixie blasted a nearby trashcan with her wand.


The mesh can remade itself into a beachwood box chest with stenciled toy designs across it’s surface. Seeing the toy chest terrified Kim. It scared her more than flying. Its bright veneer was an illusion, she knew. It was a box that swallowed toys whole, box lost in attics and storage rooms across the nation every day. “Please don’t. Put me on a shelf, or something, I don’t care. Just don’t put me in there!”


“Didn’t we just have a conversation about not telling your owner what to do?” Trixie grabbed Kim again, this time her fingers clamping down firmer. The walk to the toy box took place in slow motion, each step seeming to take hours. It grew larger and larger in Kim’s vision, and in her imagination. Trixie got to the box, opened the lid, and let Kim slip.


The toy shouted, putting her plastic mittens up to her windscreen to brace herself. But Trixie held on, letting Kim dangle from her tail fin. The toy plane looked down a thousand feet into a beechwood box, and her only respite was the soft red padding. Then Trixie let her plane go again, and Kim fell, screaming the whole way down. She landed with a wumph her tail coming down and once again angling her view to look up. Trixie looked down at Kim with a smirk. "I’m only trying to help you know. You're a toy now, and this is where toys live. Not in a house or a dorm, but a box until your owner wants to play with you."


Kim could only watch in terror as Trixie closed the box’s lid, and covering the toy-plane girl in darkness.

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In a darkened dormroom, Sabrina toiled on homework with the intent to finish everything before the break was over so that she would not have to worry about it later. She was happy to not go home because it got in the way of work. When she started working, she had problems stopping.


Only the lights of the lamp on her desk and the news on TV illuminated the room. The news gave the political-science major loads of inspiration. It also made good fuel for writing because it made her angry. She poured out her anger into her writing, and later it left her drained. However, she never felt happier.


It was almost as if she changed into different people. When she was listening to world events she was so cynical she could not look at another human being, but when she was away from it all she was a smiling optimist who felt she could solve any problem she set her mind to.


In either case, Sabrina hated debates and rhetoric. She much preferred the action side of her field. She looked into the Peace Corps and the Salvation Army. She loved to help others but that really left her wanting more. She wanted to change things more than help others despite it putting her between a rock and hard place.


A knock at the door interrupted her nirvana. Sabrina rose with a sigh to answer the door wondering who could possibly be the one to disturb her. Whoever knocked was going to get a piece of her mind. Lo and behold, the overbearing RA Trixie stood at the door. She looked like she fell into a science fantasy designer’s dream wardrobe.


Sabrina worked hard not to laugh, “Yes?”


“You will do nicely.” The fairy smirked.

Sabrina was about to close the door on the strange, control freak RA when the “fairy” flicked her wand. A small blue ball shot out of the tip and hit Sabrina. The poly-sci major’s hand pulled away from the door as she unconsciously stood at attention. Sparking blue dust clouded her vision, but she did not blink and stared straight ahead. Sabrina felt flushed and numb like when she went to the dentists and they gave her Novocain.


Sabrina tried to have her eyes follow Trixie but she only stared ahead her gaze fixed like a statue. Trixie transfigured a rolling chair into a rolling pink mirror with plastic trim. The fairy then placed it in front of Sabrina so the frozen girl could bear witness to her changes.


Sabrina was stunned at how different she already looked. Her skin now took on an ebony tint with a marblesque appearance. She felt as if she was solid plastic, and the sheen to her form did not disprove this theory. A medieval helmet graced her head its visor turned upwards so she could see clearly, and her hair ran out evenly from under it. Her features on her face were completely stoic and immobile.


Her clothes changed into a plastic mail undershirt and a chest plate. Shoulder pads appeared over her shoulders and gauntlets covered her hands. Her pants became like tights that ended in firm plastic boots designed like metal ones. A symbol graced her chestplate: a cartoonish lion head in a green triangle. She was reminded of her British grandma. When Sabrina was a child, her grandma showed her some of the old toys from her home that bore the symbol as a sign of quality.


Her arms now bent though her joints now were cut lines more like those on a mannequin than anything else. Her hands were forced out in front of her, and a final touch manifested itself. The blue swirls created a black broadsword in a sheath.


Now that the spell finished weaving around her, Sabrina could move her head and clumsily stepped backwards. She tried to cry out, but her lips remained sealed. No noise escaped at all. Chess knights do not need to speak.


“Follow me knight, we have others to find.” Trixie said as she gazed upon her new toy with a smirk, “Oh, and dear, if you ever want to speak again you better do as I say.”


Sabrina had no idea if what the RA was saying was true, but she followed the instructions anyways too terrified to think to do anything else.


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Billie was happy that there was no one in the hallways to see her this way as the punk chick guided the butterfly doll to the former’s room.


“What’s your name?” Billie asked.


The punk girl kept going without turning around, “My friends call me Vivi. Here we are Miss Papillion.”


Posters of The Ramones, Black Flag, Flogging Molly, Metallica, and others adorned the door. When Vivi opened the door, the inside matched the outside. Vivi turned on the lights, but they did not make much of a difference. The windows to the outside were covered with black construction paper. The florescent lights that illuminated the room came on like normal when Vivi flipped the switch, but Billie could see the leftover holes and tape from hanging construction paper over the lights.


Additionally, Black-lights hung in the corners ready for use. A strobe light hung from the ceiling. The two adjacent beds, closets, and desks standard to each room were present. However, the electric guitar, bass guitar, and keyboard were not. Billie’s head may be full of stuffing at the present, but even she could see that not much studying went on in this room. The butterfly doll’s plush wings squeezed through the door easily. “You throw concerts in here or something?”


Vivi sat down on her bed and motioned for Billie to sit next to her. Billie shrugged and did so. The rocker picked up the unplugged guitar and strummed a few chords, then glanced over to the doll that was easily the most colorful thing in the room. “Me, my boyfriend, and my roomie are in a band. We’ve played a few times on campus. Usually, we rehearse unplugged in here. It’s our way to stick it to the rules about quiet hours and stuff. We like to call them silent rehearsals Miss Papillion.”


Billie crossed her right leg over her left still looking rather dignified all things considered. Her wings bent comfortably if they mashed against something so no worries there. She leaned back using her mitts to prop her up. “My name is… you know what, never mind.”


Vivi smiled to the doll, putting her hand on the butterfly's plush leg. "You're Miss Papillion."


Billie drew in a breath and sighed, "If you say so"


"What's the matter?" Vivi twisted so she could face her doll, moving her hand to squeeze Miss Papillion's mitten.


Miss P squeezed Vivi's hand back, "Well, are you sure I'm meant to be with... well you? Maybe I should be somewhere else."


Vivi smiled warmly, "I found you so you're my doll. If you are worried about your garden, we can go back there."


Billie sighed, "That's a strong word."


"What word?"


"That D word."


Viv's forehead creased and she frowned, "I know that you weren't always a doll, but, well, you are a doll now." She took Miss Papillion's other mitten hand. "Your mittens and wings. You're made of cloth and plush. Miss Papillion, you're the cutest doll I've ever seen, and I want you to be mine."


Miss P blushed, "Well, if you call me Billie... I'll consider it."


"Aww, you don't like Miss Papillion? It's French for butterfly."


Miss P- Billie sighed, “I know, I know. Papillion, mariposa, farfalla, all the same things really. Although, Papillion does sound nice. My only problem is I don’t want to be a toy. Toys are just to play pretend; it’s all they can do. After a child grows up, a toy stays the same playing pretend forever.”


Vivi looked concerned, “Did you have a favorite toy?”


Billie used her free hand to stroke her chin, “I had a caterpillar plushie when I was little. It was my favorite because the idea of metamorphosis amazed me. It got me into biology. After a bit of time in Biology, I studied life chemistry. That got me into chemistry and physics, and I was wanting to help create cost efficient space programs. A toy can’t do those things.”


Vivi chuckled, “A toy inspired you to be an astrophysicist?”


The implication made Billie speechless. Vivi clutched the toy’s mit tighter, “Looks that way. And that is the power of toys Miss Papillion, to inspire. It may seem insignificant when we are kids, but it is amazing that when we look back that our lives are in a way shaped by our toys.

Miss Papillion nodded, “They are aren’t they.”


Vivi then set her guitar aside, held both of Miss Papillion’s mits, and had the toy face her. “Miss Papillion, Guardian of the Toy forest, I humbly ask you: will you be my doll?”


Suddenly, before Miss Papillion could answer, there was a loud bang from the door as if something slammed into it.


"That's weird." Vivi said getting up to go towards the door, “Who could that be?"


Then Vivi saw a look of worry on her doll's plush and cotton face. Seeing Miss Papillion worried broke Vivi's heart, and she leaned in, kissing her doll on the apple of her cheek. "Don't worry."


Miss P calmed, "I won't. Be careful."


In that instant, the door disappeared in a cascade of blue sparkles and revealed a figure that could only be described as a living, life sized chess piece. The piece had her sword drawn.


Miss Papillion jumped up in surprise. Vivi pushed Miss Papillion behind her. “Who are you?"


The figure did not answer. Vivi grew afraid looking the figure over again, "What are you?"


Once again the plastic toy did not speak. She merely stepped forward reaching for Vivi. Miss P hid behind Vivi timidly her mitts on her shoulder Vivi swatted the strange girl's hand away. She was surprised that she did not feel warm flesh, but cool plastic.


"You're another toy?" However, Vivi knew this toy wasn't like her own. This knight seemingly lost much more of her humanity than Miss Papillion. The stoic knight grabbed Vivi by the arm and pulled her into its arms. Vivi's doll tried to beat off the knight, but it merely swatted her away with her sword.


Vivi looked into the deadened eye's of the plastic chess piece, hoping to see the same kind of life she saw in Miss Papillion. "Who did this to you?"


The knight remained silent its mouth more cosmetic more than functional as she held onto Vivi tightly unmoving and unrelenting. Although, there was something there... a hint of sadness?


Miss P was frantic, "What should I do? I can't beat her..."


Vivi suddenly saw in the chess piece's eyes why Miss Papillion was so afraid to be called a doll: to be dull, lifeless, and forever at another's mercy. Vivi turned to her doll, "Billie, just run! Get out of here!"


Billie went to the window and opened it. She gave one last sad look, then jumped out the window flapping her legs and waving her arms crazily. To her surprise, she flew. She flew away sadly unwilling to but knowing she had to. Suddenly, the knight forced Vivi to face the door. She then bowed bringing Vivi down with her.


The knight was tireless and unyielding in keeping Vivi held down. Just as she stopped struggling, Vivi saw Trixie's smiling face round the corner. She was the control freak RA, but hopped up on magic with sparkling blue hair, pixelated wings. She wore a loose and modern blue dress along with sparkling blue tights and trendy blue Keds. She twirled her wand absent mindedly as she looked over Vivi, "Ah yes, the noise pollution"