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🕑 Added 2026-02-11 14:00:17 +0000 UTC— Yes, mommy! Coming! — yelled Jennifer, holding two dolls in her hands. Her blonde hair bounced off her shoulders as she dashed to the door. She carefully set the dolls down on a tiny couch in the miniature living room inside the antique dollhouse:
— Okay, listen up, my sweeties! — she said theatrically, raising a finger. — Grace, you're the nanny. You're so strict and beautiful. You’ve got a boyfriend who's about to show up, but for now, you’re watching this... — she pointed at the boy, — ...this cuuute little Oliver who's totally obsessed with you! He's madly in love and ready to drop everything just to get your attention!
Jennifer giggled, then adjusted the ribbon on her head as she looked at them. The dolls, of course, didn’t react — their eyes remained empty, dead, staring into nothing.
— I’ll be quick, just helping mom with dinner! — she shouted, and with a slam of the door, she was gone.
Silence fell in the room... Then, in that stillness, a faint but distinct click.
— Ugh… — whispered Grace, slowly lowering her plastic eyes to her tiny, inhuman palms. — Finally, she’s gone. I hate it when I can’t move...
— H-hi... — came a voice from the side. It was boyish, but with an uneasy tremble, almost a vibration. — Grace... you... you look... wow...
She slowly turned her head. Oliver was sitting next to her on the little couch, legs crossed, staring at her with wide-open eyes. His small hands trembled on his knees like he was fighting something inside.
— Uhh... Aunt Olivia, what the hell is up with you now? — Grace — not long ago still Greg, Olivia's son’s best friend — leaned forward, her hair slipping gently off her shoulders as she stared at Oliver. Her voice — low, almost lulling, with a rasp but clearly feminine — wavered with irony she tried to mask. Though she herself could barely hold back her own tension.
— I... I don't know, — Oliver (once a mature, commanding Olivia) looked away, as if suddenly everything around became unbearably fascinating. — You just look... totally different today...
— Oh yeah? — Grace’s lips twitched in a smirk as she slightly lifted her knees, pushing her skirt up a bit. — Must be because your daughter decided I’m a “beautiful nanny waiting for her boyfriend.” And you, as you can see, are in love with me. How’s that for you, Miss... I mean, Mister Oliver?
— Stop it, — he whispered, shrinking back like every glance from her sent a shiver through him. — I’m not okay when you talk like that...
— She’s lost her mind. Yesterday I was a schoolgirl, today — “a nanny waiting for her boyfriend.” What’s next? “A seduced housewife in distress”? — She spat. — What kind of fantasies does your daughter have?!
— I don’t know, — Oliver whispered, and without looking away, added, — but right now... I just want to be near you. I... I’m hoping you’ll hug me. Or spank me. Or tell me I’m a bad boy. I can’t stop.
— W-what?.. — Grace nearly fell off the miniature couch. She jerked back until her spine hit the tiny backrest of the toy armchair. — Do you hear yourself?! We should be thinking how to get out of here, not playing along with every stupid game that dumb girl comes up with!
Oliver lowered his gaze, his cheeks flushed red, and his shoulders slumped. He clenched his fists on his knees, and for a moment, a nearly oppressive silence filled the room — only the faint creaking of the dollhouse’s wooden walls and, it seemed, the distant breathing of the very magic watching them.
– She’s not stupid... – he finally mumbled without looking up. – She’s just playing... don’t call her that.
– Wait... are you seriously defending her? – Grace’s voice carried both surprise and a subtle, growing panic. – Oh right... a mother will always defend her daughter. But you have to see how all of this is... messed up!
Oliver looked up at her. His eyes held a strange mix of emotions — shame, confusion... and a strange kind of longing?
– I do. But... – He let out a heavy sigh. – She… puts her heart into it. You get that?
– Her heart?! – Grace hissed. – You’re insane. She locked us inside toys while the real Greg — me — and Olivia — you — are living like her fucking dolls in the real world. And the real us are stuck here, in this damn box, with plastic bodies!
– Y-you’re so beautiful when you’re angry, – Oliver breathed out, and even he froze at his own words. His cheeks flared crimson, he tried to look away, but couldn’t.
– Just stop it already! – Grace’s voice cracked, her chest twisting inside. And right at that moment, there was a knock on the dollhouse room.
Both Grace and Oliver froze, as if the sound had torn a hole in reality. Then the door gently opened… and he walked in. Tall, with a bit of stubble on his cheeks (as much as a doll could have), wearing a leather jacket and a squint that carried both suspicion and... curiosity.
– Hey, – he said, looking down at Grace, then briefly at Oliver. – I... umm... I guess I’m supposed to be your boyfriend? – He scratched the back of his head a little awkwardly. – My name is... Brian. I mean, Brianna... I used to be Brianna, now I’m Brian. Before... Jennifer turned me into this.
Grace pressed herself into the armrest of the couch.
– Brianna? Wait… the same girl who bullied Jennifer at school? You were here all this time too?!
– Yeah, – he winced, clearly feeling something close to shame. – I’ve been here all along... pretending to be a doll too. I thought... maybe she’d let me go.
– You look... not bad, – Grace mumbled, not even sure why she said it, as if it just came out naturally. And, as if trying to patch things up, she added – I mean, a hottie like that could totally earn the trust of a beauty like me if... (Grace suddenly turned bright red, realizing her words only made it worse) shit! What the hell am I saying?!
– G-g-g-Grace! You... you serious right now?! – Oliver’s voice cracked into a broken squeak, like his doll vocal cords couldn’t handle the tension bubbling inside him. His eyes filled with confusion and something painfully familiar — the look kids get when their favorite toy suddenly says it has a “better friend now.”
Grace spun toward him sharply:
– Oliver, no! That’s... that’s not what you think! – She jumped up, teetering on her heels, and almost immediately dropped back into the chair, clutching the armrests.
– I just... – She ran a hand over her forehead, as if trying to wipe away the whole awkward moment. – My mouth works on its own sometimes. You get it? I didn’t mean for it to sound like flirting!
– Really?.. – Oliver asked, but his voice was uncertain, almost pleading. – You’re my... nanny, right?
Grace flinched.
– No... I’m not yours. And not a nanny, – her voice trembled, but she immediately pressed her lips together, like she was afraid of losing control. – I... I’m Greg. Or at least I used to be. I shouldn’t...
Brian’s hand touched hers, making her shift her attention to him. But she didn’t pull away — on the contrary, she felt something pleasant stir inside.
– Baby, it’s alright – he said with that deep, almost cocky tone some “cool” guys have — the kind that know what they want. Then his eyes widened – Holy shit. Did I just say that?
Grace froze, staring at Brian like she was seeing him for the first time. The voice that had just come out of his mouth was... dangerously masculine. It carried arrogance, confidence, even a hint of mockery. There was something in it that made her hips clench and her back arch. She felt her body reacting on its own, and that scared her.
– Holy shit, – Brian whispered to himself, as if repeating his own words. He pulled his hand back and looked at her with a confused smile still laced with shock. – That wasn’t a line... that was me... I actually meant it.
– You... – Grace swallowed, her Breasts rising and falling heavily. – You just sounded like... like you really wanted to calm me down. Or... pick me up. Carry me away. Make me forget who I am...
– Maybe that’s exactly what I want, – he said quietly, leaning in closer again. – I don’t know why, but I... I want you to feel safe. With me.
– GRACE! – Oliver’s voice, shaky and uncertain until now, suddenly cut through the room like a sharp scream, almost hysterical. He jumped up from the couch, fists clenched, eyes burning with... jealousy? Pain? – Don’t let him manipulate you! He’s trying to take you away from me!
Grace took a step back, but stopped almost immediately. She took a deep breath, closed her plastic eyes, and finally said it — as if deciding to surrender to this dumb plot for tonight.
– Go to your room, Oliver. Now. – Grace said it softly, but there was power in that whisper. The fragile, flickering shell of her femininity suddenly gained a steel core.
Oliver froze, like someone had just yanked out his batteries. He stood there for a few seconds, as if waiting for this to be a joke, staring at Grace. Then he lowered his gaze and slowly turned away. His shoulders slumped, and without saying a word, he trudged into the tiny hallway of the dollhouse. His footsteps, absurd as it sounded, echoed with silence — the sound of betrayal, childhood pain, and broken illusions.
Grace watched him go for a long time. Then she exhaled and, without looking at Brian, said:
– Whatever you think this is... it’s not. Tomorrow she might imagine we’re mermaids. Or teachers at some witch school. Or... just forget about us entirely. We don’t get to choose anything.
– Then why not just choose this, – Brian stepped closer, his body radiating warmth even through the plastic. – Right now, you’re my girl. You told him to leave. You chose yourself. You chose us.
Grace closed her eyes. Her Breasts rose heavily, toes curled inside her tiny shoes. Feelings... This wasn’t just sensation. It felt real, and it was hard to fight. Especially when everyone else around had already stopped trying. She leaned her back against Brian, feeling his imagined warmth, and said:
– Just... stay with me. Until she comes back. And hold me.
– Of course, baby, – Brian smirked, pulling her in closer and freezing with her automatically.
Outside, there was the soft sound of a child’s giggle. Jennifer was coming back.
