Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-28718853-20171228162842/@comment-5374090-20180101080718

After a brief look down at my legs i look the doll in the eyes. "but, I didn't bring any?" I am quiet, letting that statment hang in the air for but a moment before i move to step clower. She raises the gun again threatening the other barrel in my direction and i step back. "Right. I think your eyes might be broken. If you want i can have a loot. I fix antique dolls in my spare time. It's a Hell of a rewarding hobby" The loving doll almost growled, her next words nearly shouted at me. "I Said take your pants off, and put them on the ground now... MAN" I could hear the insult she put behind that last word.

I shook my head and began slowly. "I know i -feel- like a man. but... you're mistaken. If you want i can look at your eyes, maybe fix them. and you can see for yourself." It was a brave idea, but i had used soothing tones, and moved quietly while i spoke. This time i was easily closer to her then she could get the shotgun pointed at me. and I layed my hand to her cheak. "Oh. that's, some hole... Both of them. Sharp too, i better be careful."

The doll didn't know how to react to me. which was to my advantage. I felt male to all of her manomo senses, but the more tactile ones, I was all woman.. It was easy to get her eyes fixed once she stopped trying to rape me. and after many nights of working i finally finished fixing her eyes, taking the blindfold off i let her see my smile. "You're beautiful, husband" and i just chuckled, and pet the porcelin cheek. "is that because i cared for you?"