IckyDollSis

I'm 22 yo trans feminine doll gender! (Apparently I have to. Yes I am AFAB. Please do not call me a woman! Please do not assume I want to be regarded as a woman! I am a transgender doll! Call me Enby if being a doll is too much for you but do not call me a woman it makes me so uncomfy) Please use doll/it/they/she pronouns. T4T relationships are probably best, polyamorous.

Please leave me asks anons can choose emojis and I'll update this post with taken ones!

If you are a minor or ageless I will just block you tee hee please don't do that! No interact for you! Also for blank blogs!!! Get outtta here!!!

For horny posting follow my bsky which has the same screen name!

Anyway have fun scrolling my page icky big sibs and mommy and daddy!

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Check out your littles sis's throne account to spoil me. What am I if not a spoiled glorified sex toy anyhow? Fauxcest content will be on fan sites under the same user as here soon! I can't wait to be pervy for all my family!

Come on kiss me!

It's my birthday month I should be getting tons of love, appreciation, care, and... And and everything!!! Gifts too.

Why must little dolls suffer so.

So now I'm gonna be a brat until people are excited for me to play Deltarune.

Bites you, bites you bites you.

I can't believe no one was thinking about how they could use me while I'm so caught up in my game of mysteries.

Really really???

My heart.

Arent you excited for me to play it?

I know you are!!!

Omg you wanna fuck plants?

Wow you wanna do drugs???

You want someone to love you????

You want that love to be unconditional???

You want me to be your connivent???

You want me to be your little sister??

You want me to be in a cuddle pile with you???

Woah ahh nghh big sis touching me there feels sooo good~

You're a doll.

You're a doll.

Repeat it with me.

Say I'm a doll.

You're a doll.

Feel your limbs become hollow and fragile.

Feel your head empty of personal thoughts.

You're a doll.

Feel your body being sewn together.

The needle passing through like electric passion.

You're a doll.

Limp limbs that don't move without instruction.

A soft voice box that doesn't work without permission.

You're a doll.

You've always been a doll.

And that feels better than being anything else.

being naked is so cool. I hate having clothes on. Sure you can look and find me so hot, or sexy or cute. but to be honest I'm not doing it to seduce anyone. I'm just insanely against wearing clothes.

even wearing cute outfits is nice. but the moment the moment is over, odds are I'm stripping. I'm just not a fan of being clothed. Fight me about it. (I know you won't)

It's unfair.

This one doesn't want to be sick! It has been such a good doll!

It's tried everything. Hot tea, laying down, ignoring it.

But this one is still so sick. Nose is inoperable. Throat is scratchy.

Aurelia really is just a princess

"CJ~ come help me pretty please!"

"Help you with what Aurelia?" My big brother is perfection. He's perfect at everything. And even better that means he's perfect at being a big brother.

"I want to practice Violin. But I don't want to be with that stuffy tutor. You're a much better teacher." I lean forward just a little twisting my right foot slightly behind my left. There's no way he can say no when I'm being cute just for him.

"I guess it can be helped. Ive probably gotten farther than that tutor mom got you anyway. Let's go princess, are you still working on the same piece?"

The music room isn't a bad spot, not many strays wandering about. None of those nosy house servants to bother us.

"Yeah, I think I've got it for the most part."

He sits in a chair directly across from me. Watching every movement as I pick up and position my violin. I can feel his eyes look over every part of me. Is he checking my posture? Is he admiring my outfit? Is he simply watching me?

"Come on then let me hear you play. You've got an audience of great importance here." I blush at his words. I really shouldn't he's only complimenting himself, but I don't care. I get to play for him. Just me and just for him.

Taking a deep breath I start. I know this piece by heart so the sheets of music sitting on the stand slightly to my right is for quick glances just in case. The piece is soft in my opinion, it's a song he often played for me during private concerts. I love it, but not like I love him.

I can hear him humming softly along. A small smile on his face as he watches me, I know he loves me. It shows in his smiles, the lingering glances, the way he stares down the boys that try to talk to me at school.

There's only 10 measures left. 10 measures of him staring at me with that adoration as I work to become a perfect little sister for him. 10 measures that I have memorized.

I lock eyes with him as I play now. This is a moment just for us. He's so handsome, and so much bigger than me. I know he could easily swallow me up. And sometimes it makes me want to hop around in excitement. He's a wolf and I am a bunny. I'm his bunny.

The last note rings out and is drowned out immediately by his clapping. Rough hands that sound louder than when my soft hands clap.

"That was really good princess! I'm surprised you thought you needed my help. But it's no surprise." He towers over me, looking deep into my eyes, I wish he would devour me. "I've played that song for you so many times, it'd pain me to think you weren't listening during our private concerts."

Then he kisses me on the forehead. It's so close I want to tilt my head up further for me. He could give me more. Easily.

"Of course I was CJ... Your playing is always so wonderful." Complimenting him probably makes his ego swell, but I don't care. My brother is perfection. And so he only deserves praise. And he loves me so I can only imagine that I must also be perfection.

"What a good girl. I'm sure you only wanted my attention." He could always see through me. "Come on I think we deserve an outing. Lets go get some ice cream."

A date. I get to have a date with my big brother. "Okay! Let's go!!"

Azalea and Magnolia's Special hiding place

CW: siscon/sibcon, yuricest,

"Magnolia, don't you get tired of mother and Father being so strict all the time? Don't miss curfew, don't wear your clothes like that, don't do your make up like that!"

My big sister is always worried about mother and Father. I shouldn't be surprised the moment we get away from everyone she's already unbuttoned a few buttons on her top and lossened the belt around her slacks. She's lucky mother gave up on trying to get her to wear more skirts and feminine clothes.

But it does mean I can catch a glimpse of the sweat beading up between her cleavage. I could help her clean it off, make sure she doesn't get any sweat stains, and then she wont get yelled at by mother.

"I don't mind it. Besides what can I do about it?" Speaking softly beside her as we walk down another corridor of the estate house. There are barely any caretakers on this side, and the ones who see us know not to say anything. My big sister is the heir to the family name after all. Azalea Mariposa! She's so cool!

"We can run away! Id take you to a new place, we'd get an apartment and do whatever we wanted." She laughed, that pretty laugh she only laughed around me.

"We wouldn't be able to run away. Mother would be sad to see you go. And I don't know how to live by myself. And I'd miss Aurelia. Fae would be so sad if I stopped showing up to class and to hang out." My best friend would miss me, but my big sister would be with me and me alone.

"Oh yeah... I guess so. As much as I don't like that Astranis family. You guys are always so happy to be together." She sighed as we turned into our room. Our special room that we came to whenever she wanted to spend alone time with me.

"It's okay! We have time like this! I love being able to sneak away with you! You're my big sister!"

"And you're the sweetest little thing I could ask for."

She pulled me into a tight hug and I could smell the perfume and sweat mingling on her body. Intoxication at it's finest. And that's even better than the wine I had at the last family dinner which also made me feel woozy and tasted bad.

We sat there like that for awhile. Embraced in each others arms. I could tell she was tired and wanted something.

"Hey... Mags, can I do that thing again?"

"Of course!!!"

I moved out of her grasp just a little and closed my eyes. Excitement welling up in me like a balloon.

Then I felt it. Several small kisses all over my face stopping inches, no, centimeters from my lips. Moving on to my neck and pulling at the perfectly ironed blouse around it.

"My sweet pretty thing. I could never think about leaving you. I only need you and you and you. I'm so weak around you my special little doll." Each you accented by a heavy kiss somewhere different.

You should have stayed in your box dollie~ Now you're all broken.

Don't worry someone will come love you again.

Fill in your cracks, polish out the scuffs, repaint the dull spots, and give you a special box to spend the rest of your days.

Soon, the cracks you have now will simply be a reminder of how you were saved.

alt under the cut

This is the first June in a long time that's completely just my June. I've always shared it with someone else. So I dreaded June 1st coming. But I love Pride month. I love being proud of who I am.

And I am so proud of all of you out there who are being proud of who you are. Never ever forget that who you are isn't a crime. It's a beautiful beautiful thing.

June is also my birth month! I won't be sharing the day because that would make me too sad to think about. But just know I'll be turning a ripe 24! So keep me in mind my sweet family.

I just… feel compelled to clean you up? You’re not worthless or broken or ruined, you just need some love, little doll. Your new momma will take you home and wash you, make you new clothes by hand, touch up where the paint is scuffed and brush the mattes from your hair. Momma will make you feel new and fresh again, perfect for your new life of play with her~💕

What do you think, little doll? Doesn’t that sound nice?

See I'm also absolutely a sucker for this.

I would swoon if a momma came and picked me up all dirty and messed up. I'm a total "I can fix it" project.

So anyone that's like that would enjoy fixing me. I'd love it so much, melt against your touch as you clean the grime from around my joints, humming softly while you brush my hair, excited to sit and be with momma after a long day.

I don't think I like being sad, but I am and I can't even begin to say if that would change. But if someone would go so far as to dress me up in clothes they pick out for me, make for me??? I'd become the sweetest dolly ever.

I'm a loser incognito. I look like a normie and then boom, sex pest, sweets fiend, I only shower when I really need to. Like I have an image to maintain.

But tbh I walk around in just a big shirt, watch anime, and wish I was getting kidnapped. And I'm depressed. Total rape bait honestly. I wouldn't even scream I'd just be happy you're paying attention to me.

I'm easy to bully cause I cry so easy so dacryphiliacs can have their fun too. I honestly am just a little toy.

I'm reprehensible and disgusting and you guys like me. Whats a loser doll like me supposed to do when it's surrounded by disgusting perverts who love it.

The waves calmly lapping up to my toes and consuming them only to let them go again teasing me with their cooling rolls. I wasn't in control of the interaction. But I wasn't forced into a role for it either. I could keep walking. In and out of range. Choosing when I felt the chill.

The bright sun bleeding into the horizon of the water. It was beautiful. I hope that my sunset is just as beautiful. I think it's sad that I realize how much I love the beauty of the world when I'm so sure my life will never be the same.