The Wish

After strapping her neck into the neck rest he commanded she rest her hands on the other two posts. Then he lifted up her right foot and sprayed it, before slipping a silvery white high-heeled slipper onto her foot. Another brief blast of spray and a few gentle touches later and both of her feet were shod with the oddly pretty slippers.

In mere moments he began spraying her right ankle and calf with the same substance that he had sprayed on her feet. Then she watched as he began applying strips of silvery fabric over the areas that he had sprayed. Before long her entire leg had been covered in the silver fabric. Kaitlin, though curious, never asked about the fabric preferring to enjoy the sensations of Roger's work in silent rapture. And so she watched and wondered enjoying the sensual tension that was building inside of her. Even his insertion of a strange object into her rectum brought a minor thrill to her and she hardly noticed that, this time, the object was not removed.

Lightning crackled as, two hours after he had begun, he finished covering her body, foot to neck, with the strange and shiny fabric. The only parts of her that were not completely encased were her hands and head.

"In a moment" he told her, " I am going to spray you down again. It's important that you don't move at all while it dries."

He wiped his brow, sweaty from his tireless work. Then he bent and brought up one of his many spray guns and began spraying her with a liquid unknown to her. She assumed it would be some sort of latex paint but when she saw that it did not have any color she questioned him.

"Another fixative" he told her as he went on about his work saturating the shiny fabric. Once satisfied that the fabric was saturated he put down the spray gun and retrieved another to begin spraying again. A few minutes later he was done, explaining that he had just applied the catalyst that would begin the curing process.

"Don't move" he told her again. "This has to set. If you move it will spoil the effect." She affirmed her compliance with a loving, if sarcastic "Yes, Sir!"

Kaitlin found that her excitement was growing. She suspected that he was making a cast of her body. Later, after it was hard, he would pull apart and then use it for a mold. When he was done she would have a full sized doll that was her exact match. That he would go to such troubles to provide her with a life-sized doll of herself astounded her. Never before had she understood the great lengths that he would go to for her happiness.

Finally, he announced, everything should have set and cured. To check it he rapped a knuckle on her encasement. As he expected, after a thorough inspection, her encasement was completely hard.

"Try to lift your arms" he told her. Satisfied that her arms were immobile he commanded she try to move her legs. When she was unable to move her legs he instructed her to bend at the waist. Satisfied, again, at her immobility he began the quick work of encasing her hands. Once encased in the silvery fabric and after positioning her hands "just so" he began saturating them. Thirty minutes later her hands were as rigid and immobile as the rest of her body.

After a moment of checking his work over, he wheeled their full-length mirror in front of her. Her entire body, she saw, was now encased in a shiny silver-white and gave the appearance of an odd looking mannequin. Even her pose was similar to a mannequin, legs spread slightly and arms held out, hands slightly upturned. Above the body poked a human head – her head – giving an even odder appearance. She loved it.

Glancing downward, she noticed that he had left the cleft between her legs bare. In fact, there was a rectangular opening where there would have normally been a slight slit. Then she realized that he had failed to remove whatever he had slid into her posterior. She would have shrugged if she could have. As it was, it only added to her excitement, finding it oddly sensual.

Roger, for his part, was studying his work with a smile and deciding just how to manage his next task – placing her on to a padded dolly and wheeling her into the doll shop. He didn't want to take a chance on injuring her by letting her fall. Aside from hurting her it was also likely to damage all the hard work he had put in on this project. Finally, he had worked out the physics behind what he had to do and set about accomplishing it. Minutes later, after a bit of struggle, he was wheeling her through the house and into the doll shop.

To say that she was worried when he placed her on the work stand would be an understatement. When he wheeled her into the room she saw that he had constructed a large rolling stand. The stand had two posts, one in the back that had a neck rest similar to the other stand and another that was slightly offset from center.

She suspected, with disbelief, what the center post was for and voiced her concern to him, strenuously voicing her disapproval. Ignoring her words and in a matter of a few seconds, he had slid the post inside of the complaining woman, explaining that it would fit securely within the rubber coated tube that he had secured inside of her. When she realized that she could not feel the intruding post she became quiet, embarrassed at doubting him.

After making certain that she was held securely, and with no worry of injury, he left the room. When he returned he was carrying a bucket of water and several white pieces of white cloth. After setting the bucket and sheets on the floor her reached into his pocket and withdrew several packages of wet-dry sandpaper.

It was nearly six o'clock in the evening when he announced that she was "as smooth as glass". Having dosed off, she hardly stirred. Seeing that she was sound asleep he decided to take a nap of his own. Curling up at her feet, beside the stand on which she stood, he slipped into the world of dreams.

It was almost midnight when she roused him from his slumber. She was sore and cramping slightly from the ordeal that she was enduring and wanted him to cut her out of the shell that imprisoned her. Much to her chagrin, his soothing words calmed her and she agreed to let him finish his work. Then, after emptying her bladder, he returned to his project.

It was late when he finished. When he brought the rolling mirror into the room and let her gaze at herself she was amazed. His previous experiments had produced wondrous results but this was beyond comparison. His work had left her looking as if her entire body was composed of fine porcelain.

After nearly three more hours of standing stock still she began to complain again. She had not eaten in over forty hours and was quite famished. To add insult to injury she told him that she was feeling rather stiff. Laughing at the ironic truth, he finally fed her a dinner of fruits and cheese washed down with wine. Then, after carefully removing her from the stand, he wheeled her into the bedroom and rested her on her back in their bed. Then he set about making love to her in the only manner possible.

Her head was reeling from the assault his tongue was making between her legs. Her inability to move, even a little, thrilled her. Never before had she been subdued during their lovemaking. Her imprisonment pushed her over the edge of anything that she had known previously and she found herself in a euphoria that left her nearly delirious. Utterly exhausted, she fell into a deep sleep as soon as he withdrew himself from between the cleft between her legs.

She awoke to find herself staring straight ahead, unable to move in the slightest. After a moment of confusion she realized that she was in the workshop on the specially made stand. Behind her she could hear Roger working. Her first attempt at asking Roger what he was doing left her curious – her mouth was as immobile as her head and body were. All that she was able to do was mutter vaguely coherent words. Roger slid around and into her vision. She tried to speak again, becoming frightened at her complete immobility and strange inability to speak.

"Ah, you're awake," he said to her as he began painting something onto her chin. It was then that he explained her current predicament and in a matter of a few minutes she was frightened and horrified beyond comprehension.

Before their lovemaking session, Roger told her, had slipped her a slow acting drug to induce a deep sleep. She had been kept in heavy sedation for the last ten weeks. During that time he had removed her teeth, replacing them with plastic. "Most importantly," he told her, "I severed several muscle groups in your face and head and fixed your jaw, slightly open, so that it cannot move. This way you will have perfectly relaxed features for when I complete your transformation"

Had she been able to speak clearly she would have been unable. And as his words sank into her she realized that his plan had not been to make a doll for her but to turn her into one. Then she realized that this man, seemingly normal and gentle, was completely insane.

She stared distantly at the ceiling as he continued talking to her. "I also removed all of your hair via electrolysis." He continued. "Don't worry, I saved your hair and had it made into a wig. When I am finished you will be beautiful always."

He was almost finished with his work. Her entire head was now covered in the glistening fabric. "Fiberglass," he explained to her. "Harder than steel."

Suddenly, she regained her senses and began screaming in nearly unintelligible sentences. "Ah du nanna de a doll!" she screamed out.

He laughed, not believing her. "I know you better than that." He told her. "You're just a bit frightened because you can't move. That will pass. Besides, I have everything taken care of. Your intestines have been purged, you won't have to worry about your cycle anymore and your food needs will be taken care of with an IV...it's all taken care of, even your finger and toe nails."

Again she screamed out, protesting her incarceration. She pled and begged him to set her free. But it was all to no avail. In the end, he refused to believe her, remembering to her the comment she made to him so long ago; that she had wished to be like her favorite doll.

After the mask of fiberglass had cured he began the smoothing process. During this time she argued continuously that this was not what she wanted. Often she screamed, fear overcoming her. Other times she sobered, determined to convince him with logic. Nothing she tried worked. He was beyond reason or anger. He could not be reached.

All too soon he placed glass lenses over her eyes and began fixing them into place. They were dolls eyes, she knew. It was at this point when she ceased her arguments, giving into her fate for the moment. Helpless, defeated and exhausted beyond remembrance, she fell into sleep.

She woke, some hours later, to the sound of Roger's voice rousing her. Disoriented and groggy she decided that she was waking from a horrible nightmare. As her head cleared she realized that it was no nightmare. Instead, it was a horrible truth – a punishment brought upon her by God for all of the sins she had committed in this life and all those before.

Gazing from behind blue tinted eyes she could see her image in the mirror in front of her. It was her – only it was not her. She had seen this image before. The long golden hair gently caressing rosy cheeks, the ruby red lips, the pale skin; all were familiar. This time, however, it would not peel from her body. This time it was forever.

"Beautiful, always" she heard him mutter to no one.

She spoke to him again, requesting he forsake his plan for something more reasonable. But her words, in askance of release, fell on the ears of a madman bent on her demise as a human being. Regardless of any reasoning or pleading, he refused to return her to freedom; always returning her arguments with her own fateful wish. She gave up again, resigning herself that he was out of her reach – at least for the moment.

After removing the mirror from her sight, Roger began to dress her in a dress that, he explained, had been especially made for her. He had commissioned its creation two years ago. Now, with her permanent transformation, it was the perfect time to break it out. "It was made to exacting specifications to match the dress of your favorite doll." He told her as he fastened it to his horrified bride.

Her heart jumped, realizing that their experimentations and playful doll acting had not been mere fun for Roger. Instead it had been a precursor – a plan – for her eventual and permanent entombment. This understanding sent her mind racing and she began begging for release once again. Just as before, he was not to be swayed.

Regardless of her arguments, logical and hysterical, he refused to accept that she did not to be a doll. Over the following year her pleas for freedom would lessen until they ceased entirely.

Her anger, once vivid, began to diminish to a bare spark. Slowly that spark gave way to hatred and then depression. Then, as another year and then another passed she forgot her depression, resigning herself to being forever frozen in time; a display piece for the husband she had once loved.

When this transformation took place she could not say. All she knew was that she no longer feared nor hated her life, such as it was. Eventually she came to love Roger again for the attention and care with which he took care of her. Occasionally she wished that she could do something to help him or show her appreciation for him. Then she would remember her station, sighing inwardly. "I am only a doll' she would think to herself.

Roger, for his part, took the care of his "Kaitlin Doll" (as he now referred to her) quite seriously. When he was not working on the yard or otherwise entrenched in the general maintenance of their home he took great pains to ensure her well-being. Often times, after her "feeding", he could be found reading a book to her. Other times he attended to her sexual needs, removing the small "door" that he had put into the crotch of his doll. He was happy and so was she; he knew that with the certainty of a madman.

It was summer. She had been entombed for over ten years now and hardly remembered her life before her transformation. Any memories of that life had been quickly suppressed, her mind refusing to accept any but her current state of being. She was a doll, in body and mind, wanting for naught but the attentions of her creator.

Roger was outside mowing the grass of their large yard on his riding mower. Kaitlin watched, unmoving. Once the lawn was finished he came into their home and wheeled her from the window and into their living room.

Kneeling down behind her, he pulled the "door" that he had installed behind her knee, revealing the feeding tube that kept her fed. As her "feeding" commenced he took his place on the couch directly in front of her. Then he picked a book from off of the coffee table and began reading to her. She listened, rapt at the sound of his voice and the tale it was telling. This was her favorite part of their lives together.

His coughing disturbed her reverie and, as he recovered, she noticed that there was something different about him. She was unsure what it was but he was different, somehow. Then, as he began to read anew, she forgot her thought, returning to the delight of the tale.

Later that day, he wheeled her into the doll room. Shortly after her entombment he had covered the walls in mirrors so she could see herself whenever he placed her there. This was another treat for her. It made her feel special. It was as if she were in a room filled with diamonds - she being the most exquisite of them all. He told so.

It was here, staring at mirrored image, that she realized what was different about Roger. He was growing old. In those moments when she could see him clearly, even behind her blue dolls eyes, she could see his age. Around his eyes were wrinkles where there had been none. His forehead was creased deeply and his hair was thinning and gray. Suddenly she hated Roger.

As time was to pass she feared that her hatred for him would grow. And so it did. She never voiced her hatred to him. In fact, had ceased speaking long ago. Instead, she endured her newfound hatred, silently seething at his every word and motion.

Had she been asked, she could not have answered why she hated him. She did not know. So far as she remembered he had been loving, caring and gentle. He saw to her every need, keeping her entertained, fed and sexually satisfied. Still, she wished him dead.

Shortly after her thirteenth anniversary as a doll Roger took ill. It was sudden and unexpected, in the middle of her feeding. She watched, excited, as he clutched his chest in the throws of a heart attack. Her eyes burned in hatred, hopeful for his death. He was barely able to make it to the phone and dial for emergency aid before he died. Thirty minutes later help arrived.

As paramedics gave up on their hope to revive him, one of them spotted the IV that led into the back of Kaitlin's leg. Curious, he studied the situation wondering why a doll would need intravenous fluids. His curiosity was turned to startled horror when he realized that the doll was a living being.

He called to the other paramedic, not believing what his eyes told him to be true. Moments later they were removing her from the stand and wheeling her into their ambulance. Stock still, she rode to the hospital. She had no idea if they had saved Roger, they never said. She was, however, hopeful that they had not.

As soon as she arrived at the hospital, doctors began inspecting the entombed woman. Soon after, they began removing her from her casing. After nearly two hours they had her removed and lying, sedated, in a hospital bed.

She woke in a dim room. For the first time in many years she was peering, not from behind blue tinted eyes, but with her own clear eyes. She did not move.

A nurse was the first to see that she was awake. Caring words from her lips comforted the former doll. As the day commenced various physicians, police and other strangers visited her. Slowly she came to realize that she was free again. With that realization came long suppressed memories. Suddenly gone was "Kaitlin Doll". In her place was Kaitlin Young.

Several weeks later, after her skin had begun to take on natural color and after much physical therapy, she had begun to walk again. Her muscles, long unused had atrophied to a stunning degree during her years as a doll. When she had first come into the hospital she was unable to even sit up, now, after much determination, she was ambling along with the aid of a nurse.

That she had not spoken was no surprise to her psychiatrists. Considering what she had been through they doubted she would ever speak again and believed her mind to be irreparably damaged. They were wrong.

Eventually, Kaitlin began to speak. She told the doctors, as best she could, that Roger had immobilized her jaw. Upon examination they discovered that she had indeed been immobilized and that, after a minor procedure, would regain full use of her jaw. They could do nothing, however, about many of the muscle groups that had severed and removed from much of her face.

A week later she was speaking semi-clearly. Her voice no longer held the pleasing lilt that it once had. But it was "coming along" her doctor told her.

Several months later she was due for release. She had regained full use of her extremities and, though not strong, she was able to get around well enough. The state had provided her with money from a victim's fund. They had also put her up in a state sponsored home and had been offered several job opportunities. Beyond the state's social programs there were many media outlets and publishers who were clamoring for her story. Finally, Roger had left a will that left her with his entire estate. She would be well off by the time her story was told.