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Sometimes, Vincent thought it was a miracle that he and his girlfriend managed to get along so well at all.

Vincent leaned against the doorframe, watching as Elise carefully dusted off and cleaned the doll in her hand, replacing it on the shelf with all the joy of a proud parent. Vincent made contact with its sapphire blue, painted-on eyes, and couldn’t help but look away. Dolls had always creeped him out, and seeing Elise’s extensive collection of them hadn’t exactly helped disabuse him of that notion.

"There! All done!" Satisfied as she surveyed her spotless collection, Elise smiled and turned back towards Vincent. “You really don’t have to watch if you don’t want to, you know?” “Yeah… I know.” It wasn’t like Vincent didn’t try to understand this part of Elise, and not that he didn’t want to… but he just couldn’t. Dolls were creepy, and that was it.

“These are passed down through my family, you know…” She pointed towards one of the dolls in particular, clad in a particular elaborate and old-fashioned dress compared to the others. “This one was made by my grandmother for me!” “Made…? I didn’t know she was a dollmaker.” “Well… in a sense.” Elise turned back towards Vincent and grinned, her cheery disposition not at all like what you’d imagine from someone who owned a large collection of antique dolls that she liked caring for. “I’ll go get changed, and we’ll head out for dinner?”

Vincent nodded a little absently, watching as his girlfriend went into their bedroom and shut the door behind her, before turning his gaze back towards the dolls. What was it about them that fascinated Elise so? He could never see them as more than porcelain, paint, and cloth, put together in a way that made them especially creepy. It wasn’t like Elise was forcing him to like them or anything… but if there was a way for Vincent to get over this little bit, he would.

His gaze settled on Seraphina, and on impulse Vincent reached out to pick the doll up. Staring right into its red eyes that almost seemed alive, those lips painted perfectly rose-red and just curled into the hint of a mysterious smile… he couldn’t help but shudder a little. Come on, it was just a doll!

On impulse, Vincent reached out and flicked Seraphina's porcelain cheek. "Hah! Take that! Nothing for me to be afraid of- ack!” Vincent reached a hand up towards his cheek, nearly dropping the doll as it suddenly seemed weightier than before, like that hollow porcelain now contained something within. He rubbed his right cheek but found no blood, the pain already having diminished to a tingle… kind of like it would if someone had just flicked you with a finger. “What the fuck…” Vincent watched as the doll’s eyes suddenly seemed to glow, a ringing heard in his ears as the room seemed to tilt and whirl around him.

Hair brushed against the back of his neck, Vincent’s short, messy locks lengthening rapidly as they cascaded down past his shoulders. The texture softened, becoming smooth and sleek… way more well-maintained, compared to the 3-in-1 stuff Vincent was used to. “What…” Vincent breathed out in shock, holding up a lock of hair before his eyes as he realized that it was now white in color. Not at all like the blonde he was so used to seeing… but exactly like the white of the doll he was holding.

Well… maybe not exactly like it. Vincent’s eyes widened as he realized the doll’s hair was now blonde, like his had used to be. It couldn’t be… right? “No… no… no….” He tried to throw the doll away, stop whatever… this was, but he couldn’t let go of the doll. And had to watch its carved and painted features slowly shift and change, until they resembled Vincent’s own uncannily. He didn’t even need to look in a mirror to guess how his own visage had changed, features softening and rounding subtly, green eyes becoming wide and taking on a crimson shade in a perfect replica of Seraphina’s appearance.

The hands still holding the doll slimmed, fingers narrowing into tapered digits with neatly manicured nails coated with polish. He watched, unable to do anything as the fine hair faded from his arms to leave them smooth, unblemished, and pale - almost porcelain-like, some might say. “E-elise!” Only just realizing that maybe calling for the doll’s owner was a good idea, Vincent tried to call out but his breath caught in his throat, deep masculine tones abruptly cracking before they became high-pitched and feminine, but also refined. Elegant. Soothing. And it felt right, for some reason.

Vincent's gaze dropped downwards, and his breath caught as he saw the unmistakable impressions that had formed beneath his shirt - breasts that stretched the fabric taut over a waist that was slimming down at the same time. “Nnnrgh…” Moaning as a strange mixture of discomfort and pleasure washed over him, he felt his hips expand outwards, watching as the doll’s chest became flat, that hard porcelain suddenly seeming soft and pliable as it was reshaped to a more masculine physique, gleefully putting on display what he had lost.

His legs tingled, fat and mass redistributed towards the thighs to make them heavier and heftier as Vincent’s rear swelled outwards, and the doll’s lower half became stockier and shorter. That only left one thing that had yet to change - and as Vincent felt a sudden, sharp pain in his groin his hands flew towards it, discovering immediately that his manhood was nowhere to be found. She supposed that made her a girl now… and looking at the doll once more Vincent saw the faintest hint of a bulge through the fabric of its dress.

Finally, Vincent could let go of the doll and let it fall to the floor, now pretty much a perfect imitation of how Vincent had looked before, albeit wearing a dress. There was a mirror hanging behind the door and she walked towards it, eyes widening as she fully took in her changed appearance for the first time. “Cute…” It was definitely not the first thing that Vincent expected she would say upon discovering that she had been turned into a girl… but it was undeniable nonetheless.

She reached out her hands to touch her face, feeling the softer, smoother, more supple skin beneath her fingertips. This was real, as much as she might not still believe it… and it wasn’t exactly over yet. “Ah-!” A sudden glow out the corner of her eye caught her attention, and Vincent turned around to look at the doll as its miniature clothes shimmered, reforming into the hoodie and jeans she currently had on… though not for long, as one might be able to guess.

The next instant Vincent’s clothes shimmered too, reforming into a perfect facsimile of the doll’s outfit - a frilly, lacy dress that barely reached down to her knees, silk leggings and heels on her feet complemented by a headdress in the similar style. It suited her perfectly… and just as Vincent was beginning to wonder at what Elise would think, he heard footsteps coming from the hallway outside. “Are you playing with my dolls? I’d never have thought-”

The door creaked open and Elise stopped short, staring with wide eyes at the girl who stood before her instead of her boyfriend. “I-I know this looks crazy, but…” Vincent’s voice cracked and wavered, anxiety suddenly filling her as she feared what her girlfriend’s response would be - but instead, she gasped as she felt a hand gently caress the top of her head, Elise’s arms wrapping around her as the other girl brought her into a hug.

“H-hwa!?!” “I should have told you that there was a curse placed on the dolls… but then again, you must have done something to hurt them, right?” “W-well…” She bit her lip, and turned away. “I… I guess I can’t really complain, though. It feels…… nice.” “Hehe!” Elise giggled, and with their bodies pressed so close together Vincent could feel how fast her heart was racing - could it be that the other girl was just as anxious as she was? “We should go clothes shopping before dinner! I don’t think my stuff is going to fit you that well…”

“Ahh…” Seeing the blush that appeared on Vincent’s face in response, Elise laughed. “Come on - I’m going to pick out so many adorable outfits for you!!” As they headed out of the room, Vincent caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror once more - her appearance so drastically changed from before, her whole life turned upside down due to a moment’s impulsiveness. She turned back towards her girlfriend’s doll collection, wondering whether she’d think differently of it now that she had, in a sense, been turned into one of their own…

“Nope. Still creeps me the hell out.”

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this was released on my patreon a while back! to read other caps like this a month early as well as find some exclusive content that hasn't been released here, check it out www.patreon.com/attemptsattg

art by mitsuba choco: e-hentai.org/s/c1873192c6/1373…

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Sometimes, Vincent thought it was a miracle that he and his girlfriend managed to get along so well at all.

Vincent leaned against the doorframe, watching as Elise carefully dusted off and cleaned the doll in her hand, replacing it on the shelf with all the joy of a proud parent. Vincent made contact with its sapphire blue, painted-on eyes, and couldn’t help but look away. Dolls had always creeped him out, and seeing Elise’s extensive collection of them hadn’t exactly helped disabuse him of that notion.

"There! All done!" Satisfied as she surveyed her spotless collection, Elise smiled and turned back towards Vincent. “You really don’t have to watch if you don’t want to, you know?” “Yeah… I know.” It wasn’t like Vincent didn’t try to understand this part of Elise, and not that he didn’t want to… but he just couldn’t. Dolls were creepy, and that was it.

“These are passed down through my family, you know…” She pointed towards one of the dolls in particular, clad in a particular elaborate and old-fashioned dress compared to the others. “This one was made by my grandmother for me!” “Made…? I didn’t know she was a dollmaker.” “Well… in a sense.” Elise turned back towards Vincent and grinned, her cheery disposition not at all like what you’d imagine from someone who owned a large collection of antique dolls that she liked caring for. “I’ll go get changed, and we’ll head out for dinner?”

Vincent nodded a little absently, watching as his girlfriend went into their bedroom and shut the door behind her, before turning his gaze back towards the dolls. What was it about them that fascinated Elise so? He could never see them as more than porcelain, paint, and cloth, put together in a way that made them especially creepy. It wasn’t like Elise was forcing him to like them or anything… but if there was a way for Vincent to get over this little bit, he would.

His gaze settled on Seraphina, and on impulse Vincent reached out to pick the doll up. Staring right into its red eyes that almost seemed alive, those lips painted perfectly rose-red and just curled into the hint of a mysterious smile… he couldn’t help but shudder a little. Come on, it was just a doll!

On impulse, Vincent reached out and flicked Seraphina's porcelain cheek. "Hah! Take that! Nothing for me to be afraid of- ack!” Vincent reached a hand up towards his cheek, nearly dropping the doll as it suddenly seemed weightier than before, like that hollow porcelain now contained something within. He rubbed his right cheek but found no blood, the pain already having diminished to a tingle… kind of like it would if someone had just flicked you with a finger. “What the fuck…” Vincent watched as the doll’s eyes suddenly seemed to glow, a ringing heard in his ears as the room seemed to tilt and whirl around him.

Hair brushed against the back of his neck, Vincent’s short, messy locks lengthening rapidly as they cascaded down past his shoulders. The texture softened, becoming smooth and sleek… way more well-maintained, compared to the 3-in-1 stuff Vincent was used to. “What…” Vincent breathed out in shock, holding up a lock of hair before his eyes as he realized that it was now white in color. Not at all like the blonde he was so used to seeing… but exactly like the white of the doll he was holding.

Well… maybe not exactly like it. Vincent’s eyes widened as he realized the doll’s hair was now blonde, like his had used to be. It couldn’t be… right? “No… no… no….” He tried to throw the doll away, stop whatever… this was, but he couldn’t let go of the doll. And had to watch its carved and painted features slowly shift and change, until they resembled Vincent’s own uncannily. He didn’t even need to look in a mirror to guess how his own visage had changed, features softening and rounding subtly, green eyes becoming wide and taking on a crimson shade in a perfect replica of Seraphina’s appearance.

The hands still holding the doll slimmed, fingers narrowing into tapered digits with neatly manicured nails coated with polish. He watched, unable to do anything as the fine hair faded from his arms to leave them smooth, unblemished, and pale - almost porcelain-like, some might say. “E-elise!” Only just realizing that maybe calling for the doll’s owner was a good idea, Vincent tried to call out but his breath caught in his throat, deep masculine tones abruptly cracking before they became high-pitched and feminine, but also refined. Elegant. Soothing. And it felt right, for some reason.

Vincent's gaze dropped downwards, and his breath caught as he saw the unmistakable impressions that had formed beneath his shirt - breasts that stretched the fabric taut over a waist that was slimming down at the same time. “Nnnrgh…” Moaning as a strange mixture of discomfort and pleasure washed over him, he felt his hips expand outwards, watching as the doll’s chest became flat, that hard porcelain suddenly seeming soft and pliable as it was reshaped to a more masculine physique, gleefully putting on display what he had lost.

His legs tingled, fat and mass redistributed towards the thighs to make them heavier and heftier as Vincent’s rear swelled outwards, and the doll’s lower half became stockier and shorter. That only left one thing that had yet to change - and as Vincent felt a sudden, sharp pain in his groin his hands flew towards it, discovering immediately that his manhood was nowhere to be found. She supposed that made her a girl now… and looking at the doll once more Vincent saw the faintest hint of a bulge through the fabric of its dress.

Finally, Vincent could let go of the doll and let it fall to the floor, now pretty much a perfect imitation of how Vincent had looked before, albeit wearing a dress. There was a mirror hanging behind the door and she walked towards it, eyes widening as she fully took in her changed appearance for the first time. “Cute…” It was definitely not the first thing that Vincent expected she would say upon discovering that she had been turned into a girl… but it was undeniable nonetheless.

She reached out her hands to touch her face, feeling the softer, smoother, more supple skin beneath her fingertips. This was real, as much as she might not still believe it… and it wasn’t exactly over yet. “Ah-!” A sudden glow out the corner of her eye caught her attention, and Vincent turned around to look at the doll as its miniature clothes shimmered, reforming into the hoodie and jeans she currently had on… though not for long, as one might be able to guess.

The next instant Vincent’s clothes shimmered too, reforming into a perfect facsimile of the doll’s outfit - a frilly, lacy dress that barely reached down to her knees, silk leggings and heels on her feet complemented by a headdress in the similar style. It suited her perfectly… and just as Vincent was beginning to wonder at what Elise would think, he heard footsteps coming from the hallway outside. “Are you playing with my dolls? I’d never have thought-”

The door creaked open and Elise stopped short, staring with wide eyes at the girl who stood before her instead of her boyfriend. “I-I know this looks crazy, but…” Vincent’s voice cracked and wavered, anxiety suddenly filling her as she feared what her girlfriend’s response would be - but instead, she gasped as she felt a hand gently caress the top of her head, Elise’s arms wrapping around her as the other girl brought her into a hug.

“H-hwa!?!” “I should have told you that there was a curse placed on the dolls… but then again, you must have done something to hurt them, right?” “W-well…” She bit her lip, and turned away. “I… I guess I can’t really complain, though. It feels…… nice.” “Hehe!” Elise giggled, and with their bodies pressed so close together Vincent could feel how fast her heart was racing - could it be that the other girl was just as anxious as she was? “We should go clothes shopping before dinner! I don’t think my stuff is going to fit you that well…”

“Ahh…” Seeing the blush that appeared on Vincent’s face in response, Elise laughed. “Come on - I’m going to pick out so many adorable outfits for you!!” As they headed out of the room, Vincent caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror once more - her appearance so drastically changed from before, her whole life turned upside down due to a moment’s impulsiveness. She turned back towards her girlfriend’s doll collection, wondering whether she’d think differently of it now that she had, in a sense, been turned into one of their own…

“Nope. Still creeps me the hell out.”