The Dollmaker

[Tina Tempest]

Another day, another bit of fan fiction, Lois Lane would make a terrific doll, wouldn't she?


The Dollmaker

Lois Lane entered the abandoned office. She was on high alert. All her instincts told her that coming here was a bad idea. But she was the greatest reporter not only at The Daily Planet but in the entire country. She didn’t get that title by avoiding risk. Still, the sudden and utter blackness caught her by surprise.
She awoke to find herself suspended above the ground. “Let’s get you unwrapped,” said a male voice.
Lois’s fog lifted a bit more. She spied the boiling vat of plastic or wax or other viscous substance and was utterly confused. Her heart froze as she felt fingers on the buttons of her silk blouse. She finally had a clear view of her abductor. Short, geeky, flashy dresser, soft hands. Lois felt her blouse being tugged off.
“Stop!” she demanded.
“No can do, kiddo. Where did you buy such horrid clothing? No matter, I’ll have you looking great in no time.”
Lois felt her skirt loosen. It fluttered to the floor, leaving her hanging in her scanties.
“Stop!! Let me go!”
“I’m about to free you Miss Lane, remake you as a new creature.
“Let’s get this off.”
Lois felt her brassiere loosen and fall away. She felt a tremendous lethargy and was perplexed as to why her limbs refused to move. The short man tugged off Lois’s sensible heels before reaching up, unhooking each of her nylon stockings from the garter belt and rolled them down her long shapely legs.
“What are you doing?”
“Obviously, I’m stripping you, Miss Lane. It’s nothing personal, just part of the process.”
“What process?”
“Dollification. I’m the dollmaker.”
“Dollification?”
“Precisely!” said the short man as he tugged off Lois’s knickers, leaving her in just her suspenders. He ran his fingers through Lois’s abundant ebony bush.
“This will have to go. Dolls don’t have hair anywhere except their scalps.”
As he tugged away her suspenders, he said, “Last bit.”
She hung above the boiling vat, a vision in alabaster and ebony, with large, beautiful, and currently panicked crystal blue eyes.
“Oh, you will make a marvelous conversion, Miss Lane!”
Lois felt a moistness on her loins. Still largely at sea, she was able to process that her privates had been coated with shaving cream, and that he held a straight razor in his grasp!
“Have no fear, Miss Lane, I am an old hand at this!”
In a series of rapid, deft movements, he rendered Lois’s secret place as smooth and hairless as a newborn’s.
“Now, before that paralytic I injected you with wears off I’m going to lower you into this vat. This special substance I developed will reduce you in stature to about eighteen inches tall and turn your body into living plastic. No more need to eat. No more sunburns or broken nails. You’ll be fully conscious, but in a doll’s body. I’ll dress you in high fashions, have you attend tea parties, even some “get friendly” romantic times with some of my male dolls. In no time at all, Miss Lane, you will adore your new life.”
Lois was still processing those words, the short man said, “Here goes!”
Lois heard the winch spring into operation. The bubbling cauldron came closer and closer. All Lois wanted to do was scream, but her terror was so profound, no sound exited her lips.

[KingTim]

Turning the ravishing Lois Lane into a doll is fantastic! I had such a crush on Lois from the animated Superman cartoon, I always thought she was VERY shrinkable :3