Archive of Our Own

Daphne gently lifted her doll out of the bathtub. Despite the numerous self-cleaning and preservation charms she had cast on it, she enjoyed getting to take care of her doll with her own two hands. She loved the doll dearly, ever since she first laid eyes on it when she first entered Hogwarts ("How silly," she often laughed when she thought back to that day, "a doll attending a school."). It had taken a long time for her to make the doll hers, and she had been pleased as punch when she could finally call it hers. The doll hadn't been perfect, but Daphne was more than willing to put in the time, money, and effort to bring it fully to her standards.

She lovingly toweled the doll dry, then carried it back to her room. Daphne sat it on the bed, then began grabbing everything she needed to finish getting it ready. As she did so, her eyes kept trailing back to it. The doll's hair, originally short and unmanageable, reached halfway down its back, ready for Daphne to style it however she wished. The doll's green eyes shone brilliantly. Daphne always loved staring into them, but she couldn't help but mourn the spark of life that was slowly leaving them. But it was a necessary sacrifice. She couldn't exactly undo the spells keeping her doll immobile. It simply wouldn't be proper to let her doll walk and talk like a person.

Her gaze trailed further down to the doll's chest. Its breasts had grown a little since the last time she checked. They were still too small for anything but a training bra, but Daphne still pleased with their progress. The doll's body was beginning to fill out, with smooth, delicate curves replacing scrawny edges. Even further down was the one thing Daphne couldn't bring herself to fully modify. Between the doll's legs sat a small, flaccid penis. It was so cute that Daphne just couldn't do away with it. Beneath it was a faded surgical scar, the only evidence of a pair of useless testicles. It wasn't like a doll would be having children anyway, so Daphne saw no reason to keep them. If nothing else, they had fetched a nice knut from one of her doll's more rabid fans.

Deciding that she might burn a hole through the doll if she stared any longer, Daphne moved to get it dressed.

First came the cage. Her doll hadn't gotten hard since the day she got it, just a few short hours before she immobilized it, but Daphne would take no chances. The metal cage was small and flat, pressing the penis right against the base of the doll's crotch. Since its ring couldn't stay put without any balls to fit inside with the penis, Daphne simply resorted to using sticking charms to keep it in place.

Next came Daphne's favorite part: the nail polish. There was something intimate about painting someone's nails to her. Holding their hands in her own, making sure each nail looked presentable and pretty, the smell of the polish, the way the wet brush glided over the flat surface. It had always been her favorite activity to do with her friends. She was already kneeling on the floor, so she started with her doll's toes, slowly painting each one a soft shade of purple that Millicent had given her. Once she finished, she applied a drying charm and moved onto the hands.

"It's a shame you're one of a kind," Daphne sighed as she painted its first finger. "I would love for you to have a friend to keep you company whenever I'm away. You two could hold tea parties, or talk, or whatever dolls do when their owners aren't around. Maybe you could paint her nails like I do for you. I know how much you love getting your nails painted. I would make sure to find a doll who loves it just as much as you."

Of course, her doll didn't answer, but Daphne knew it would be singing her praises if it could. She hummed quietly as she moved from one nail to the next, treating each like a delicate piece of art that needed the utmost care. When she finally finished and applied the drying charm, Daphne admired her work. Ten neat purple nails glistened on her dolls hands, with ten more just out of sight near the floor. She took her doll's hand and pressed a kiss against its back, then another on its wrist. She kissed her doll more and more, unable to stop herself until she reached its neck. She wanted nothing more than to ravish its pretty little body, but forced herself to pull away.

"I'm sorry, dear. I would love to play, but I have somewhere to be later. But as soon as I'm back, I'll toy with you all you like~"

She opened the wardrobe she kept for her doll. Inside were outfits and shoes of all shapes and colors. Sapphire dress robes with stiletto heels, soft nightgowns with fuzzy slippers, warm winter coats with snow white boots, and far too many more to count. Daphne sifted through the wardrobe, considering each option carefully.

"Maybe the bride's maid's dress? Astoria and Tracey's wedding is coming up. But the quidditch uniform would look nice as well. Hmm... it is summer. Yes, that'll do!"

Soon, a two piece swimsuit was being fitted to the doll. It was hot pink, with pictures of hibiscus flowers decorating it. The top half had a frilly neckline and spaghetti straps, while the bottom half had a ruffled skirt. It was a bit childish for Daphne's tastes, but her doll didn't have the chest for the more mature options just yet. But it still looked cute, so much so that Daphne was now planning a fashion show with the rest of the doll's swimwear some time in the future.

Once the swimsuit was fitted, Daphne pulled a light pink camisole dress decorated with darker pink palm trees over it.

"Can't have you showing so much skin before you get to the beach," she giggled.

Finally, a pink pair of sandals were buckled to the doll's feet. Like the swimsuit, the straps that went across the dolls toes had ruffles. With the doll dressed, Daphne moved onto its hair, braiding its thick black locks into a low pair of braided pigtails. Then, she opened a glittery tube of clear lip gloss and painted the doll's mouth. As soon as she was done, Daphne kissed the doll's cheek, then carried it over to its seat.

The chair had been a clever piece of transfiguration on Daphne's part. It was keyed to all of the doll's clothes, and would change shape to best match whatever the doll was wearing. As soon as the dolls butt met the ornate throne it had been previously, it shifted into a sunbathing chair with a wooden frame and a light pink seat. Daphne thought for a moment, then slid a pair of sunglasses over the doll's eyes and placed a straw hat atop its head. A pile of beach toys were then scattered around the chair as though the doll had just finished playing.

She kissed the doll once more. "Aren't you just adorable? I might have to keep you like this until autumn!" She tittered happily at the thought of waking up to her little beach doll every morning. "I really do wish I had another doll to go with you. It won't be as nice as you, but I'll love it all the same. I'll have to keep my eyes open while I'm out. Tata, dolly!"

The door shut behind her, and the doll was left alone. The chair sat against the wall a foot away from Daphne's bed and right across from the door. Once, long ago, it despaired over its ticket to freedom being so close, yet so far, the feeling doubled whenever Daphne forgot to close the door. It would sit in its chair, humiliated at the dresses, uniforms, and blouses Daphne would dress it in. It used to imagine kicking Daphne as she buckled a new pair of shiny dress shoes to its feet. Often, it would think about the changes Daphne had made to its body, wishing it had been able to escape sooner. It would feel the wet spot on its knee where Daphne had ridden it and wish it could scrub itself clean.

Nowadays, the doll had long since given up any ideas of escaping. It had even started to find comfort in its role as Daphne's doll. The spells Daphne used meant it didn't need to be fed often, so starving wasn't a worry, nor was the bathroom aside from the times Daphne wanted a baby doll. 

But Daphne's mention of a new doll lit a spark of... something in the doll. Was it hope that a new doll might be able to help it escape? Sorrow for whatever poor soul caught Daphne's eye next? Anticipation at the thought of someone to keep it company when Daphne was gone? Whatever it was, a little bit of life returned to the doll's eyes. He sat in his chair, waiting patiently for his owner's return.