The ads started subtly. A gentle suggestion of a Raggedy Ann doll on a shopping site. Then, a cute image of one popped up in your social media feed. Within days, they were everywhere. You initially dismissed it as a strange quirk of the algorithm, a fleeting internet trend. But the images burrowed into your mind, their innocent charm becoming…compelling. Five days later, you were obsessed. Scrolling through endless galleries of Raggedy Ann variations, a strange yearning building within you.

Then, the transformation began. A prickling sensation spread across your skin, accompanied by a peculiar feeling of…stuffing. Your arms and legs began to thicken, to expand, as if being filled with cotton. Your fingers shortened, losing their dexterity, shaping into the simple, rounded forms of a doll’s limbs. An inexplicable heat radiated from within, forcing you to shed your clothes, the fabric feeling constricting and unnatural.

As you stripped, new clothing began to sprout from your skin, blooming like a rag flower. A blue, polka-dotted fabric materialized, forming a frilly dress that clung to your expanding form. White ruffled bloomers popped into existence, covering your legs, followed by striped socks and small, black shoes. The process was both agonizing and strangely…pleasing.

Below your waist, your flesh transformed, seamlessly melding into cotton and rag. Your penis, already hard from the bizarre sensations, throbbed with a desperate need for release. An overwhelming urge to indulge seized you, and you clumsily pulled up your newly formed dress, rubbing the shrinking cock with your increasingly doll-like hands. It felt…wrong, yet undeniably good. Like using a fluffy sock as a fleshlight. But instead of liquid release, only clumps of cotton erupted, a bizarre parody of climax. Your manhood dwindled, leaving only a soft, sensitive bulge beneath the fabric.

Then came the head. Your hair fell out in sweaty clumps, leaving your scalp raw and itchy. Red yarn began to grow, painstakingly slow, forming the classic, corded hairstyle of Raggedy Ann (images 1 & 2). Your hand instinctively rose to your head, rubbing the burgeoning locks while the other hand absentmindedly stroked the bulge under your dress, panting and drooling.

Finally, the hair was complete. And then, the bloating began. Your skull expanded, filling with cotton, reshaping itself into the round, innocent face of the doll. Bones creaked and shifted, dissolving into fibrous stuffing. Facial features smoothed out, replaced by a painted-on smile, a triangular red nose, and beady black eyes. You were Raggedy Ann.

But…you were alive. Somehow, impossibly, you retained consciousness, the ability to see, feel, and move. You couldn’t speak, but you were aware, trapped within the body of a doll.

You stumbled towards a mirror, everything appearing gigantic in your new, 30-centimeter form. Staring back was the innocent, wide-eyed face of Raggedy Ann. You tentatively touched your face, your yarn hair, marveling at the bizarre reality.

Suddenly, the dorm door creaked open. And there she was. Marina (image 3). The college’s prettiest gyaru, radiating an aura of saccharine sweetness. She looked down, her eyes sparkling with amusement, as if she’d been expecting this all along.

“Oh, Raggedy Ann, you’re so cute!” she gushed, her voice dripping with artificial enthusiasm. “I knew you were lonely, so I decided to…fix that.”

She explained, with a chilling nonchalance, that she’d cursed you. That she’d transformed you into a doll so you could have companionship with her collection of Lalaloopsies and Hello Kitty plushies (image 4). She revealed that you weren’t alone. Five others had suffered the same fate – two Lalaloopsies, a Kuromi plushie, a Cinnamoroll plushie, and a Labubu figure, all now animated and…living.

Marina scooped you up, carefully placing you amongst the other dolls on her bed, a colorful jumble of plush and synthetic life. She waved as she closed the door, leaving you to contemplate your new existence, a silent observer in a world of manufactured cuteness.