So the Wait is over! Here is the full piece by Blackroseseduction, over on DA, of the bunny in her little Barbie Doll Dilemma. (Dollemma?) It seems rather fitting with the Christmas season I feel, Like the Christmas rush to get those last minute Dolls shipped! I REALLY Love how this came out, that look on my Face really pushes a nice DiD feel to it! Miss Rosie ALSO went and wrote a really nifty story witch I will now let you all read!

:: Twenty Four dolls... yes, they have been counted. Twenty Four vanilla-shade vintage boxes stacked upon each other with a nice little weight at the top to keep any curious dolls from escaping. Who were they for? Hopefully someone nice, though dolls rarely get to pick their owner.::

"That's two bids for Tam and one for the Jessy doll... oh, and one for that Shiki one beneath Tam!"

:: Chaos. All the poor trapped dolls could hear were the words that would bind them to ownership and submission for the rest of their lives. Not even bound, (well, not tightly anyways) yet still so helpless in their thick boxes. Air intake was fair, though lifting the lid under all of that pressure was nearly impossible. At best, the lid would feign freedom and then slowly settle back down into place, as all corners needed to be lifted at once to succeed. It mocked them several times, and the inability for leg movement made the effort nearly hopeless.::

"Alright! We have a highest bid! Some lucky little fella from California won that Tam one. Looks like one of them housewife enthusiasts. He outta really like her! Heh."

:: The room went silent. Tammy closed her eyes in frustration, knowing she would likely be some creep's 50's housewife! She lamented her life choices up until then, until suddenly she heard a knocking from below her. Her box notably moved. It continued to shake and shake with each movement. It seemed the girl below her was trying to escape again, but if gravity had it's way, it looked as though Tammy would see that freedom sooner!::

Thump...!

:: Tammy did all she could not to squeak, but soon opened her eyes to see the loading dock. She saw her box lid for the first time and blushed at the portrayal of her services, looking down to her dress for the first time as well. She took this moment in thinking she could simply move from the box freely, but with one tug, she realized her new situation. She turned back with wide eyes, tugging her foot at the thick cardboard hole, but could do no good. They would be back for her any minute! There was no time to dig her way out of the cardboard! And there was no way to get herself back in the box! She was stuck in her position, bound to the box and exposed as if she had tried to escape.::

:: The two men came back. Tam looked up to them, not expecting them to be wearing suits. They simply looked down to her and smiled softly. There was no telling what they thought of the situation.::

"You're lucky you're going to a vintage doll collector and not some back-woods creep. Now get back in your box and be a good little doll, and I won't consider handing you over to the other guy as a defective model."

:: With that, Tammy did her best to slip back into her box. Her lid was placed once again, and though her situation was grim... at least she would be safe.::

:: On the other hand, she could briefly hear them talking faintly in the distance::

"Looks like this doll beneath is going to the other guy.~"