Sissy Dollification Halloween Blog Train

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This Stop on the Enchantrix Halloween Blog Train Is: The Sissy Dollification Station

You find yourself inexplicably in a dim, corridor. There is a glimmer shimmering up ahead which beckons you. The light is soothing and rights your senses so it no longer seems you are spinning out in space. Moving forward at a slow pace, you feel more at peace now then you have since you first found yourself in this odd and unidentifiable new dimension.

As you come up the room where the light is guiding you, you see on the arched doorway, a plaque. You can barely make out the script though as your eyes adjust in the shadows. How inscrutable. What could it possibly mean?

Then your attention is captured by a collection of gorgeous glass bottles glinting and winking in the twinkle of candlelight. This was the light that called you forth. The prismatic brilliance is entrancing. You feel warm and an odd sense of safety envelops you even though it feels misplaced considering your confusion as to how and why you find yourself in such a place. Bubbling brew makes a somnolent purring sound while simmers near a crackling fire.

There is a foudroyant fringe of moonlight beaming through the arched windows creating a dome of glided blue, cool light in contrast to the warmer glow of the fire casting away the tenebrous shadows. That’s when you first see her lissome form seemingly materializing out of thin air. you blink your eyes and that vague visage is now fully fleshed. A face consisting of a gleaming grin, pale blue eyes and a pixie nose take your breath away momentarily.

Moonlit Mage

A euphonious voice tinkles in the air with laughter and makes your extremities tingle in response. You wonder if this maiden coalesced as  moonlight. She must be a mage of some sort and her feline-like eyes gauge your reaction and seem to find you amusing enough to take you in with her eyes as if she is memorizing your image and committing your form to memory.

Enamored as you are by her presence, your will power deliquesces and you feel compelled to await her command. Her insuperable desire left you needing to please her.You flump down under the weight of her cerulean stare. Your limbs feel weighted and unbearably heavy.

“That’s right my little ephmeron of a mortal. Sit down and give into rest.”

In a haze under her imperious gaze, you vaguely become aware of a shimmering  glass bottle of liquid the color of luminous  lapis lazuli materializing in the palm of her hand.

She unplugs it and it pops with a satisfying crisp, “plunk.” The sound reverberates across the room. The sorceress takes a small whiff of the contents within and the room immediately fills up with a fragrance redolent of summer fields full of flowers. An enticingly delicate yet trenchant aroma greets your nose and you inhale deeply. There is a vertiginous moment where you feel a bit dazed again but in a wonderfully lulling and heady way.

“Drink and Give in to your transformation that lies within.” And you do, with a thirst you have never before known.

Hello, Dolly!

Next thing you know, and you no longer feel weighted down. You feel light and free. A buoyancy that has you giddy. What a strange distortion of your vision though! Everything looks like it has expanded and grown before your very eyes. But no, that cannot be right. You look down and see your hands are small and have a porcelain-like sheen!. Then you catch a glimpse of your full reflection in one of the many glass bottles lining the shelves. You gaze upon your new self- the body of a lovely doll!

It’s amazing how tiny you have become. Everything isn’t bigger you are just much smaller. So dainty and girlish. Your waist is narrow and your bust is full. A plump and pert bottom fills out your long flowing skirt. Such long, slender legs are perfectly poised and positioned. How is it you feel a sense of the familiar in this foreign form?

You feel bound to the binds of your Mistress as she pulls at your invisible strings. Every movement is carefree. You feel pretty. You luxuriate in the richness of your newfound senses. Everything feels magnified and heightened. Life in high-definition. This strange entrapment feels oddly liberating. There is no expectation, only the experience. Every mere movement feels like a dance even though you aren’t the one having to choose the steps. It’s like internal music compels you. You have never felt more beautiful or graceful until now.

Transforming into a Fixture of Femininity

No anxiety bogging you down, You no longer have a will to worry about as you embrace the intimacy of giving yourself over completely to the sensation of being a pretty little plaything guided and cocooned by your Enchantrix. A  sense of fulfillment at being the physical extension embodying the very energy of divine femininity; a radiant petal blooming forth from the pistil and feeling the pulse of its power pours from your being.

Feeling a surge of bliss twitch between your legs right in the dimpled cleft makes that clit tingle with rapture. Your nipples are erect and even though you are a doll, you have never felt more alive or full.

You look up at your magical mage imploringly, asking with your eyes the wordless question. Why are you enjoying being entrapped in such a way?

“Contumacious mortals! Do you not realize you humans are all just spirits temporarily housed into physical beings and animated by divine, eternal energy? Same potion filling different bottles! Might as well enjoy the journey. Be that sexy energy melded within your vessel. Maybe once you all realize that there will finally be peace in this realm.The only truly frightening fate  lies in not letting yourself connect to your femininity.”

You cannot deny the words of the giggling Goddess before you.

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