You shook your head as you looked at your old bedroom. You'd finally come home to visit your parents, but since you'd gone away your younger sister had taken over your room.
And instead of turning your sister's old, smaller room into a guest room, your parents had given away her bed and designated it your dad's "man cave."
Your sister was staying with some friends tonight so you could still crash on your old bed. But everything was so pink and girly you felt like you could get diabetes just by looking at the cotton candy aesthetic.
Your sister had kept a large collection of Barbie dolls, spanning decades. Without a doubt, her favorite was her "life size" Barbie doll from when she was much younger. It was nearly three and a half feet tall, standing facing the foot of her bed, in a pink and orange dress with a sequined top and ruffled shoulders. Synthetic platinum blonde hair hung in wild, curly rivulets down past the shoulders. Around the neck was a lacy red choker and a heart-shaped necklace. On top of the head, above too-perfect white teeth, pastel pink lips, and blue eyes so bright you could see them in the dark, sat a pink and purple tiara.
You felt uncomfortable stripping down to your underwear, as if all the tiny eyes were watching you, but you did it anyway, turned out the lights, got into bed, and quickly fell asleep.
You have no idea how long you slept before you were awakened by the sensation of your blankets being lifted, and then someone -- or something -- climbed into bed with you.
You were startled when the oversized Barbie's face poked up from under the sheets and hovered over yours. Before you could scream, you were muffled by her mouth mashing against yours.
The kiss was surprisingly soft. Despite her plasticine appearance, the doll felt like a real woman. Her hands caressing your body felt soft and smooth. Her blonde hair tickling your face felt soft, and you could even swear it smelled like expensive shampoo. And her pastel lips felt soft and sticky and tasted slightly sweet, just like an actual woman's.
And then she slipped you a little bit of tongue.
At this point you were weirded out, but no longer frightened. Whatever was going on, it didn't seem like this thing had any intention of hurting you.
She pulled her lips away and moaned, then kissed you all over your face, leaving it sticky with pink lip prints. Then she kissed her way down your neck, disappeared under the sheets again, and began kissing her way down your torso.
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