Jon woke up several hours later, slowly realizing what he'd done before falling asleep. He'd been fucked by a doll. Pulling himself off the plastic cock, he rolled off of the bed, standing up and getting a look at the mirror... at a strange woman staring back at him. She was beautiful, and looked made for sex. She was very busty and curvy, with bright red plump lips, dark eyeshadow, long, wavy brown hair, and... a body roughly a foot tall, he reminded himself.
No one would believe this was him. He screamed in a breathy sex kitten voice, "Mikey! Where are you?!" No answer came back. Jon climbed out of the doll house through the window, running through the house with some difficulty on the heels he was still wearing. He yelled Mikey's name all the while, and was picked up out of nowhere by a large hand.
"Why are you running around the house naked? There are children here, Crystal." Crystal? Dad looked down at him, frowning. "I'm taking you into Sally's room, and you get some clothes on before you leave." Jon was dumped onto Sally's bed a moment later, next to the big pile of doll clothes. There were still none he thought he would like to wear. No pants among them.
He rooted through the pile, finally settling on a schoolgirl outfit that looked simple enough to get on. The pleated skirt only went down a small bit of his thigh, and the top showed a generous amount of cleavage, but he thought it would be good enough, even without a bra or panties.
