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One in a Million by Senor-Refresho One in a Million :iconsenor-refresho:Senor-Refresho 24 6
Literature
Vignette - Cost of Being a Doll 3
Doll walked along and beside the woman, and she looked wide eyed from her mitten hand that she held onto to the beautiful face of this stranger. She was in awe. She had never ever been touched like this, never been pulled along, and never spoken to anyone but Owner. And here was someone else who wanted Doll and was taking Doll to her home. They stopped at a doorway and the woman fished her keys from her coat pocket. Doll continued to stare, and the woman noticed.
"What?" She asked.
"Are you going to be my new Owner?" Doll asked.
The woman shook her head, "What, no? How long have you been in the cold?" She unlocked her door and brought Doll inside. The toy was confused at the woman, but came along inside. She hadn't been cold, or at least, hadn't felt cold, until she felt the warm heated air inside.
"Ooooooohh." Doll breathed, standing by the vent that made the air warm. The woman went on to her kitchen not far and put down her bag. Then she traded her comfy boots for pink house slipper
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Literature
Vignette - Heist-in-the-Box
Perry was stuck in a box. Dressed in jester's clothes a big hat, long purple hair, and cute tights, he crouched down in the dark. He waited for the metallic tune to play and the box lid to throw itself open so Perry could leap to the outside world. He would bounce slightly, as if on a spring, and let all the people of Santa's Village see him. After about a minute, the lid would push Perry back down into the dark of his box.
 
He had chosen this fate for himself as part of his plan to sneak inside the Springridge Mall after hours so he could rob all the stores blind. The mall was known for its huge Santa's Village, which this year included several life-sized toy decorations. His plan was as beautiful as it was simple: take the place of one of these displays and hide in plain sight for a day. Once the mall had gone to sleep, Perry would spring to life and take whatever he wanted.
 
He decided to take the place of the Jack-in-the-Box. It was centrally located in the Santa's Vill
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Literature
Vignette - Warehouse Mixup 4
Keeley sat on a stool in the toy store's surprisingly large office. She was slumped over slightly, arms dangling down and head cocked just to the side. She could not, of course, move. Since whatever spell had affected her, Keeley had only one brief and beautiful moment when she could move. And then her key had been taken back out and left her motionless at the mercy of a toy store owner.
He sat across from her, and she had just a partial glimpse of his body and face. He sat pensively, worried lines across his forehead. He held Keeley's golden key in his hand and she desperately wanted it back. Keeley was sure she could explain her situation to him, and he would help. But she needed to move first. Talk first.
And after an intolerable time of waiting, the man stood up and gently slid the golden key into Keeley. She felt her body come to life. She felt her heart beat and lungs breathe. Her muscles all over relaxed, though her fingers remained strangely stuck together. But what was more, h
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Literature
Vignette - Maid for Christmas 3
It turned out that Monsieur Richard needed Marti the maid's help. His own plans for the little dining hall were twice as much as Marti's had been. Twice the lights, twice the garland and twice the work. But she was well experienced in working with Christmas decorations and proved to be a perfect assistant to him. At first, Monsieur Richard insisted on doing all the heavy lifting, until Marti, in a fit of frustration, hauled three boxes of lights inside, and kicked him when he tried to take them from her.
"I am not needing of your 'elp." She said defiantly. Though she did feel slightly more tired at the exertion than she would have if she were still Marcus. Still, it was the principle of the thing.
As they worked, Marti caught Monsieur Richard ogling her a few times. The first time, he looked away too quickly for her to do anything more than quietly narrowing her eyes at him. About an hour later Marti caught him staring as she had to bend over to pick up some dropped decorations. She wh
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Vingette - Lamp Vacation 3
Leaving the Lamp was the most exhilarating three seconds of Anna the Genie's life. She was herself a small tornado of pink light, smoke, and energy that became a human body facing her Master. That was the word that flashed through her mind as she saw the man in front of her. He was young, wearing poorly fitting clothes and had fashionably unfashioned hair. Anna the Human might have asked the man his name, and how he was doing. But Anna wasn't human right now, she was a Genie. And this man held her lamp.
She looked at him with a smile, and he had a moment of quiet laughter to himself. And then Anna bowed lightly.
 
"I'm Anna, and I'm your Genie. What do you wish of me?"
The genie was truly excited to know. She wanted to test the limits of her newfound powers. She wanted to help people. And she was grateful that, for the time, she was spared the overbearing confinement of the Lamp. Her Master smiled possessively as he crossed his arms across his chest. He looked Anna over, and somet
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Vignette - Maid for Christmas 2
It surprised Marti just how fast she could clean if she put her mind to it. She disliked her cute little costume and her absurd little accent she seemed stuck with, not to mention her newly female body. And she knew that something the snow globe had done to her was making her clean rather than march to the mademoiselle like she should have done. Yet despite these cruelties, Marti found she was enjoying herself and humming as she worked. And though she needed to dust every surface, mop the floor, and clean the windows in the "small" dining hall, it didn't take her much time at all. And, she learned something about how to clean that would come in handy when this whole maid business was over.
After two hours of work, Marti stood by the doorway with her hands on her hips. She took a moment to admire her work. She had to smile at it. Then she looked at the snow globe that sat on the mantle half a room away. And she stuck her tongue out at it.
"So zere." She said. "I 'ave beaten you."
"Beate
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Vignette - Warehouse Mixup 3
Keeley spent the night in the box in the loading area, waiting for the morning to load her onto a truck and ship her -- a human woman -- across the country. Or even, she thought, to Canada. And while she did desire to see the world, she was less than pleased about the circumstances of her trip. Keeley figured out quickly that something strange had happened to her. That more than not moving, Keeley wasn't even breathing. Her heart wasn't beating. Or if they were, they were working at such a slow speed it didn't matter. And yet here she was, alive and thinking.
The morning came soon enough and men loaded her onto an eighteen wheeler. She heard them outside, separated from her by less than an inch of cardboard box. If she could talk, she could yell for help. But her mouth stayed frozen in its perfect smile. She had seen the way the loaders packed the trucks to the brim, and knew she would be surrounded by boxes of toys.
I'm just like them. I'm just a toy. Keeley thought
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Vignette - Cost of Being a Doll 2
The world outside her home was a beautiful, wonderful place. Little bits of puffy snow danced to the ground. It was beginning to stick on the grass, but melted on the concrete. It made a very satisfying crunch if she stepped on it. But it was also very cold, and Doll decided not to step on it unless she absolutely had to. She didn't feel too cold, at least not yet. But she didn't have a choice, did she? She had to get the paper to the office.
Doll walked in a very nice, straight line along the sidewalk and was careful to avoid the cracks, unless she absolutely had to step on them. She never did. The office wasn't far. Three buildings down along a sidewalk that weaved through a square of brown brick apartment buildings. It was amazing that she knew the exact way to the apartment office.
She saw a small family in big puffy jackets standing and watching the snow come down. One was a little girl person and she watched Doll with wide eyes, as if she had never seen a doll before. The mother
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Literature
Vignette - $10 Mansion
Keith couldn't believe it, even as he got to his duplex house and closed the door. His hands were shaking in excitement, his heart racing. He got inside and locked his door. He didn't even bother taking off his leather jacket, instead going straight for the object he had in the brown bag. He reached inside and pulled out a small golden oil lamp.
 
It hit in the palm of his hand and the flat top was decorated in flowery designs. The lid was connected to the handle by a chain and the stout spout was covered in soot. He held it up in his shaking hand. He knew there was a Genie inside. He had just enough of a sense for magic to know that. And he had purchased the lamp for just ten dollars. Ten dollars. The goodwill store had no idea what they had to sell such a priceless artifact for just $10.86. It was the last of his money until this Friday, and most of it was supposed to be used for food. But this was a better deal.
 
Without any further delay, Keith rubbed his hand against th
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Vignette - Maid for Christmas
"Son of a bitch!" Marcus said as he came into the "small" dining hall. Small, he supposed, was relative, because this thing looked like it could fit his whole apartment inside of it and still have room left over. He wondered how he could possibly decorate the hall in the time he had. The party was scheduled for later today, and he would need a magic wand or something to get it all done in time. Doubly so since the furniture, the tables, chairs, and couches, were still covered in cloth protectors, and a layer of dust covered everything.
He was just glad that he had been told he didn't need to do anything with the nine foot tree currently standing bare of decorations at the head of the room.
Marcus put his hands on his hips and frowned as he looked at the problem in front of him. He thought he had all the equipment he needed for the decoration in his truck outside. A hundred feet of garland. A half dozen wreaths and a dozen red bows. He began to walk the room, hard brown work boots clash
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Vignette - Lamp Vacation 2
Anna the Genie knew a few things about life in the lamp. First was that she heard no sounds and saw no light of the outside world. She was sealed up and held captive inside her vessel's copper walls. Time had no meaning to her. In any given blink of an eye a second could have passed, or a thousand years. Hopefully not the latter, but she had no way of knowing for sure.
The second was that she had a sense for her containment. To Anna herself, she appeared to be a normal woman wearing pink Genie attire. She paced inside her little lamp, her slippered feet walking over soft rugs. She had enough room to pace -- but just barely. She had enough room to lie down -- but just barely. She had enough room to stand -- but just barely. No matter what she did, Anna felt the caressing touch of maroon veils, and just beyond them, the golden walls that trapped her. The Genie wasn't sure if she really walked around her lamp, or if she was a cloud of pink smoke imagining she was.
Anna made another lap in
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Vignette - Cost of Being a Doll
"You are a doll. Just a doll. You have not always been a doll, but you will be one for the rest of your life."
The voice saying these things came to Doll through the earpods she wore. It was the voice of her owner, a kind and good woman who turned Doll into what she was now. She whispered through the pods, comforting and controlling Doll.
The toy sat on a smallish blue chair made for a toy smaller than she was. She had one leg up on a stool. Her arms flopped down and almost touched the ground. She felt perfectly soft and perfectly happy, especially when she heard her owner's voice. The chair was in owner's closet -- it was a big closet -- surrounded by other, smaller toys. It made Doll happy to be with her friends.
"You are owned. You are my property. You are my lovely doll, now and forever."
Doll smile widened and she closed her eyes. She could practically feel owner caressing her red doll cheeks, or squeeze on her soft body. She wore the costume of a rag doll: a checkered country dre
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Vignette - Warehouse Mixup 2
Keeley imagined the AutoCart was very pleased with itself as it drove her to the shipping area. It made little chirps and warning whistles along the way, taking it's slow, sweet time. Letting Keeley stew in her frozen body, staring helplessly up to the rafters, corrugated roof, and pallets of toys in the high reaches of the shelves. She begged quietly for someone, a human, to find her. She couldn't imagine how she could live in a shipping box traveling cross country, but also had a feeling that it was possible. She would have gulped, if she could. 
The AutoCart couldn't hear her begging, and wouldn't have cared about them even if it did. It had a job to do: take Keeley to the shipping station. And it did its job very well. This part of the process had nearly been fully automated and the AutoCart used its armature again, lifting Keeley off its flatbed and onto a white backing board already waiting for her.
Keeley watched helpless as plastic twist ties tied her arms, legs, and waist
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Vignette - Pretty Boxes
Nanette ran across the office, high heels clacking on the tile floor, arms pumping and red hair flowing back. She was so, so, so, late. She needed to be at the orphanage with her coworkers in two hours and there was still so much to do.
She stopped at the door to the conference room, which now had a crayon made sign on it, and written in between candy cane poles it read “NORTH POLE FACTROY.” Nanette ignored the misspelling and walked in as composed as she could, smoothing her hair to her shoulders. She had joined the party commission on a whim as a way to get to know people at work better, but had no idea it would be so involving.
“Sorry,” she said to the two other women in the room, “I got stuck in a meeting.”
Nanette felt a little awkward standing in the room with them. They had both dressed in festive elf attire, all red and greens and sparkles on their cheeks. And Nanette . . . wasn’t. She didn’t know they were supposed to dress up, a
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Vignette - Lamp Vacation
Anna jogged under overcast skies and crisp early winter air. She was bundled up with a warm fleece jacket and gloves. Her cheeks were flushed red and nose was cold, but it took weather worse than this to keep her off the jogging trails.
Today was her last day in town before winter break. Her tests were done for the semester and she was packed and ready to head to her family's house. Ready for six weeks of no school and all relaxation in the wooded hills her parents had retired to. Or she did, until she passed by a bench on the trail and saw a strange copper lamp sitting at its side. It was an Aladdin lamp, as Anna thought of it. It was a tiny thing, small enough to fit in the palm of her hand. And even though it was overcast today, the lamp seemed to cast a light of its own, drawing Anna's vision toward it.
Anna was not an uncurious girl, and slowed and stopped. She walked to the bench and cocked her head while she looked at the strange, tiny lamp.
"Oh, why not?" She asked herself and
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Antique Shop RP 2: Antique Harder

There's an antique store in town's historic downtown known to all the locals as a bit of a tourist trap. And you're a tourist who's come around to see the sights. The store catches your eye from the outside and you head on in. It has a creaky wooden floor and mismatched low shelves. Nearly everything in here is some kind of toy.

There's a store clerk at a kiosk in the center of the story, a young woman. She's wearing turquoise sneakers, violet tights and jean shorts, and a baseball jersey top. Her brown hair hangs down her face as she flips through old toy catalogs.

If there was a pattern to where an how the store was organized, you could not discern it. Some aisles were arranged by the type of item, others by when it was made. But after a few minutes of walking, something caught your eye:

1) A chess set made from polished stone and wood. The pieces are still in perfect, or near perfect condition, but simple things. It's too bad a few seem to be missing. (Chess piece transformation/shrink)

2) A rather large toy box painted blue and filled stuffed with several life-sized rag toys. (Rag Doll transformation/TG possible)

3) A pink and white three story dollhouse. There's no back and several empty rooms, but plenty of furniture lying around nearby. (Shrink/Doll transformation/TG possible)

If you want to begin, tell me which place catches your eye, and give me a quick character description (1-3 lines). All three cursed places have different transformations, and you will be mostly (though not entirely) immobile. Lastly, tell me if you want to do a scene where your character is played with and/or purchased.

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Senor-Refresho
Marcus Frechette
United States
I haven't decided just yet. Sometimes I feel like a genie, others times a master, and yes sometimes I do feel like a nut. You probably won't get a straight answer out of me.

Current Residence: Tejas, Los Estados Unidos
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Andrewnuva199 Featured By Owner 3 days ago
Considering trying one of your RPs or something, but I'm trying to get a hang of your style. A few questions, if its not a bother:

-With your inanimate TFs, do you consciously push for a petrified-esque angle where a humanoid shape remains? I kinda prefer going in the opposite direction with inanimate TF exploration myself.
-The character dynamics going on with others, particularly those who trigger a TF upon another, are you preferring to write these scheming, sly characters that get a laugh out of it? That sort of thing strikes me as a bit cruel and uncomfortable to read with TF content, personally.
-Just how far or creative do you personally get with TF? I can think of a couple many things based around materials or shapes. Doesn't even have to be Pokemon or anything, I can do beyond that.
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Senor-Refresho Featured By Owner 3 days ago
- I generally prefer humanoid, since I think I’m most interested in costumes and costumes with tights. Nearly everything I do starts with some variation on that.
- Ummm what kinds of characters might you enjoy? I like a bit of teasing, and using circular logic on the transformee.
- I mean I’ve written a woman-into-magic-carpet and woman-into-lotto-ball stories. Pokémon are too animalistic but like a ginjika (sp) concept is fun.

Does that answer your questions? I’m not sure I understood exactly what you were asking.
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Andrewnuva199 Featured By Owner 3 days ago
I'm getting an idea yeah, so it helps. Sorry if I sound confusing, I did kinda stumble writing the questions in the first place.

Hm, I can do stuff like a living costume TF. Though In terms of less human-looking things, for example, seeing your antique RP, the chess piece option seemed interesting, though I'd want to do something more like traditional chess piece shapes rather than a humanoid piece.
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Senor-Refresho Featured By Owner 3 days ago
Just to clarify when talking about costumes I like people in costumes before the TF, not necessarily turned into a costume (thought that can be its own fun)

I’m ok with a simple shape chess piece. Part of the reason my transformees remain a bit human in RPs is that if I go too far then there’s nothing they can do. Which means I’m doing all the heavy lifting in the RP. Keeping some semblance of talking/movement/ability allows more input for you I think and can push the story in new directions. Rather than me just narrating a story to you. That make sense?
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chriseastmids Featured By Owner Apr 2, 2018  Hobbyist Photographer
many thanks for the fave ads :D
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Smqres Featured By Owner Mar 31, 2018  Student Artist
thank you.
for rowing my boat across the shore(motivating me)
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Mawk1 Featured By Owner Jan 4, 2018
Thank you for the fave!  :)
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Neville6000 Featured By Owner Oct 31, 2017  Hobbyist Photographer
Thanks for the fave of The Wasp.
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simakai Featured By Owner Sep 7, 2017  Professional Artisan Crafter
Thanks for the fave on my Kyogre maid cosplay!
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Ode-Chan Featured By Owner Aug 28, 2017  Professional Digital Artist
Thank you for the fav! :love:
Getting Rid of the Lamp (Genie) by Ode-Chan
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