Project Paper Doll Novels & Stories

“He hung me up, I think. My throat’s been weird this whole morning. I thought I was coming down with something, but it felt kind of suffocating? So I think the doll probably got hung from something.” “Like those sunny dolls? What kind of kink is that?” I frowned and softly touched the doll’s neck. There was a sewing crease there, so it made sense for wrinkles to appear around that area. I could imagine the doll being tied up and hanging like a sunny doll. The more I looked, the more the sight of the crease began to irritate me. It almost looked like someone had wrapped a rope around its neck. I wanted nothing more than to smooth it out.

I never find any occasion to wear it. I got down from my bed and took the gown from her hand and went to washroom for changing. I changed my dress and wore the gown. It has a small V cut neckline with half sleeves. The gown is really beautiful. I came out from washroom and seeing me Ruhi's mouth is now wide opened. She clapped her hands a few times and said," oh my God di!! You are looking like a Barbie Doll! I just rolled my eyes and said sarcastically, " stop pampering me. Just tell me I am looking ok or not"

After their introduction and confirmation that it was a project from school, I stayed and watched them continue with their argument over work. It was a group project for their sophomore year. Each person has a specialty for the project. Frosh was the brain behind the city, James took the idea to make a perfect drawing, Avivo had the best designs and decoration, Seweto had the beautiful landscape and colors, and Janie the only female amongst them, skillfully folded the Basswood on the lines for the excellent illustrarch. The most fascinating thing about this is that they are online students in a school kilometers from the city.

The kind of smile that says kids tell the truth. The project task was a drawing titled ‘My Family’. Camilla worked carefully, very focused. She had drawn David first — tall. Then herself. Then Lily, smiling. She even remembered the dog, Dougy, curled in the corner with his tail wagging. She had drawn gardens around the figures, bright with flowers, and had glued yellow paper flower heads with crimson centers, all around the edges of the sheet of paper. Gardens. Three smiling people. One dog. But no me.

My barely-there black sequin dress caught the light of the disco ball. My makeup was sharp and aggressive: blood-red lips and smoky, winged eyeliner that formed a seductive cat-eye. I imagined Rocco's frown, the disgusted look in his eyes he'd give me before telling me to go back and change. But this was the real me, Rosalie Thorne, the Thorn Principessa, who never had to dull her edges for anyone. Just like now. Julian had booked us the prime circular booth in the center of the club. Across from me, a male model, barely twenty, was blushing as he stared at my collarbone.

He grabbed the paper bag, “Change into this,” Amara frowned grabbing the bag and assessed the insides. She could see coral-hued cloth inside. Looking up at him, she asked. “What is this?” “A condom.” Amara's eyes broadened. “A what?!” Rhys rolled his eyes. “It’s a dress, little one. I thought you wouldn’t like to go out in my shirt,’ he motioned to her legs. “Without your panties and bra.” Amara narrowed her eyes at him. He was again teasing her. Rhys bit his lips.

She stares wide-eyed at the Queen who just emerged from the inner chamber. Yuelan’s notes the guilty look on her servant’s face and decides to mess with her. She heard what the servant said about the doll. Not necessarily true. The doll is just someone she is using to distract herself from her horrid marriage, but she can’t have her personal servant spewing nonsenses. The girl needs to learn to keep her mouth shut. “Who am I obsessed with?” She questions in a calm tone like she is having a conversation about the weather with servant. While she waits for the servant to answer her question, she strides to set table and takes a sit. Suddenly she feels very farmish.

I stood up so she stood up too. "The concept is fantasy but mine is more on fairy and princess. I used a Lolita dress," I explained. I took my bag and walked out of the classroom. As the day went by I started to get busy with school work. Marco has the highest grade because the concept of his project is body paint. Marco is really good artist and maybe he get the highest because he likes to paint on the body of his chosen model. I heard he has a crush on him. Rumor said that the man was only wearing boxers while the body was being painted.

Between the two of us, our salaries were barely enough to keep up. Thinking about all that, I hesitated. If it was really just with the mouth… I instantly decided. "Fine, but absolutely nothing beyond that." Daniel embraced me excitedly. "Thank you, baby. Once I get promoted, I'll properly satisfy you." To make the act more convincing, he even ordered a costume online. My figure was already well-shaped, and my skin carefully maintained, smooth and soft. When I put it on, it fit me perfectly. Even he could not help but praise me, "You look much better than those dolls."

"Did you guys make that?" One question was all two of the girls needed to launch into an explanation that included things like foam and molding and stuff Andrea didn't know the first thing about. But what she recognized was the excitement. The passion project she'd started with Crystal one night after too many frozen daiquiris and video games was now something that got other girls just like them excited. To the point they wanted to dress up at a convention and walk around as their characters. "We made this for you." A shy, petite member of the troupe approached the table with a replica of Dusty's sword-gun.