Riley Gendreau
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Grandma's New Doll (New Version)
🕑 Added 2025-04-15 00:34:51 +0000 UTC(Made a new version for youtube. Those following my youtube got to see this a month before this. Go sub it's free!)
A couple months ago, your grandmother Dora was in a terrible accident when someone lost control of their car in a parking lot and smashed into her. Luckily she survived and the doctors said it would take some time, but she’d make a full recovery.
Until then, though, she has limited mobility and can only walk short distances using a walker. That meant doing things that she needed, like cooking and showering, were impossible for her to do on her own.
So she asked her family if anyone could come stay with her for a couple months and help her out. Everyone in your family had an excuse for why they couldn't be the ones to move in and help her out for a couple months.
Your father, who was her son-in-law, hated her. They never got along. He says it’s because she’s still mad that he stole her daughter from her, but your grandmother says it’s because he’s a pain in the rear and good for nothing.
So your father would rather bathe with a toaster, while your grandmother would pray that another car would come and finish the job. So it was best for them to stay as far away from each other as possible. Next up was your mother.
She was Dora’s daughter, so of all the people to do this, she would be the best, but she would have if no one else could do it, but she’s also the only person with a real reason to not be able to do it, since she’s still caring for your newborn little brother and your three other younger brothers.
Your younger brothers couldn't do it either, as the two older ones were in their teens but still not old enough to be responsible, and the other wasn’t even a teen yet and wasn’t big enough to help your grandmother around.
It would just be too much for your mother to handle if she was the one to go, managing four kids, and your grandmother would definitely break her. Plus, your grandma’s house only had one extra bedroom, so there was no room for all of them to go.
Then the rest of your family, which was your aunts, uncles, and cousins on your mom's side, all either ignored Grandma, lived far away, or made excuses of why it couldn’t be them. So with all of them out of the way, there was only one person left to ask.
That was you, as you had turned eighteen this year and were quite responsible as the oldest sibling. You were surprised when your mother asked you to go, and she was even more surprised when you said yes right away.
After all, you’ve always loved your grandmother and had no problem helping her out, and with summer vacation starting in a few days, it was the perfect opportunity to see her after being so busy these last few years.
It also helped that she lived on a beach, and he could go swimming or make campfires in the sand at night, and if his grandma was okay with it, even invite a friend or two over. With that finally settled, you finished up school, packed your bags, and flew off to your grandma’s house.
When you arrived, she took you to the bedroom you would be staying in, which was pretty empty and plain as it was a spare bedroom, but it was perfect and you thanked her for it. You told her that you’d unpack and then come out to check on her and help her with whatever she needed.
You unpack your three bags, which were mostly clothes and electronics like your phone, laptop, and gamestation. Once you were done, you left your room and went to check on your grandmother, as you had promised.
You sit and chat for a bit, then she asks if you could make dinner, which you were happy to do. You helped her into the kitchen with her sewing box and helped her sit down; you then went and started to make a meal, asking her for tips as you went since you were still new to cooking.
Once it was done, you two sat down and had a lovely dinner together, and afterward she thanked you not only for cooking but for coming to help her out. She told you no one comes to visit anymore, and she’s felt quite lonely.
You smiled and apologized for that, saying school had been quite busy, and now that you were heading off to college, it would be like that again. You did tell her that if it were possible, you’d totally spend more time with her, which was true.
After dinner, you helped her to her bedroom and tucked her in. You then went to your room and got changed into a bathing suit and went out to the beach for a while to collect shells and soak your feet.
The following morning you woke up at eight and came out to find your grandmother awake and making a doll in the living room. She was always making dolls of random people, so you knew that meant she was happy, which you were glad to see.
You greet her and tell her you’ll make some coffee and bring it to her. She smiled and thanked you. When you came back with the coffee, you looked at the doll and asked her who she was making this time, as all her dolls were always based on real people.
She doesn’t answer for a minute, but then tells you that the doll is based on you. You were really surprised; she’d never made one of anyone in the family before. She never answered why that was, but everyone just accepted it.
So to hear she was making you was awesome to hear. It was like the highest possible honor she could bestow upon you. You told her how awesome that was and how excited you were to see it when it was done.
She smiled and said we’ll see how excited you are when it’s done. That left you a bit unsettled but you didn’t press it and sat to enjoy your coffee with her. Once the coffee was gone, you asked her what chores you could get done.
She smiled and said there was a ton you could do, and you ended up with a list. Sweep the floors, clean out the garage, and finally take the trash cans to the road as they’ll be collected in the morning. With a smile on your face, you say you’re on it.
You leave her by herself for a while, but tell her to call you if she needs anything. You then start doing the chores she listed out. A couple hours pass and you come inside after dragging the garbage cans to the road.
That’s when you see your grandmother coming out of the spare bedroom, the one you were staying in. You thought this was a bit strange, but it was her house, so you couldn’t exactly tell her to stay out, but you were curious about what she was doing.
So you asked her if everything was alright. She sees you and seems a bit startled. She tells you no, that everything was okay. She then stops for a moment, like she was trying to come up with an excuse, before admitting she was looking at your clothes.
You ask why, and she tells you it’s because she wanted to know your style; that way she could make the doll dress just like you. That made sense, and you said that it was so cool. You then said you didn’t know she could match the clothing as well as the people.
She lets out a laugh and says she is quite good, but she’s been doing this a long time, and that’s why. She went back into the living room, and you went to the kitchen to wash your hands, then the dishes from last night.
After cleaning the dishes, you were about to start preparing dinner for the night when you felt a strange stabbing feeling in different areas of your body. You tried to ignore it, but as time passed, you felt it more and more.
Then you noticed something even stranger. The kitchen was starting to seem bigger. You thought you were imagining it at first, but as you continued to cool, you got closer and closer to the floor, and the kitchen counter was a lot closer to your face, like it was when you were younger.
You looked around the room really worried, and everything else looked big as well. It was like the whole thing was growing larger around you. Feeling like you were losing it completely, you grab a bottle of water from the fridge and sit down for a moment, hoping this will all pass.
When you bent down to get the bottle of water, your long black hair fell in your face, which was crazy, as you were supposed to have short brown hair, short hair that didn’t even reach your ears, nevermind your stomach.
You looked at it, dangling for a moment, wondering how it was possible. You stood up and took a few steps back, falling back onto a kitchen chair. You then looked down at the chair, as even it felt much larger than usual.
You then look at your hands and wonder what’s going on. You didn’t drink anything that would make you hallucinate like this, nor did you take anything that would do that either. You’ve only had normal food, coffee, and water today.
Perhaps a spider or something bit you, and you needed to go to the hospital. You were about to get up and tell your grandmother, but before that happened, you felt pressure coming from your chest. You looked down at it and were nervous when you saw it starting to swell up.
You touched the swelling area and expected it to hurt a lot, but it didn’t. It was sensitive, but not in a painful way, more like a normal body part kind of way. You lift your shirt up to look at them, then you drop your shirt and instantly turn bright red when you discover what it was.
You had a girl's chest, though you had no idea how that was possible unless you were really hallucinating. You waited a few minutes hoping it would pass, but it only seemed to get worse in that time. So you got up and ran out of the kitchen to the living room.
When you found your grandmother, you noticed she had the doll in her hand. She looked at you and smiled, and you realized that you looked just like the doll. As your grandmother looked at you, she took a pair of scissors and cut a piece off the doll.
At the same time, you noticed the space between your legs getting very empty. You then realized what was going on. You weren't going crazy; somehow your grandmother was transforming you using the doll of you she was making.
You looked down and pressed your legs together. For some reason, she’s not only doing that, but she’s also turning you into a girl. You then look back up at her and see her sewing up the area where she just cut a piece off.
As that happened, you felt the space between your legs change again, and this time you knew exactly what it was. Your grandmother had officially turned you into a girl, but for what reason? You had to know, so you asked.
She got up and walked toward you and told you that she was tired of people making excuses and not wanting to see her. All she’s ever wanted was someone to pass on her craft to, but she said your father stole your mother away before she could pass it on.
Then he went and had a bunch of boys who didn’t want to spend time with their grandmother, other than you, of course, but she knew you’d soon be busy again, so in order to keep you around, she decided to break her rule and use her magic to keep you around.
You were really confused and asked about the magic. She then showed you the doll and told you she was a voo-doo witch and could alter people by crafting dolls of them, attaching a piece of their hair to the doll, and then changing it.
She was sad; that was the real reason she had been in your room before. She then reached around you and grabbed a doll outfit from a bin behind you. She then dressed the doll up in it and suddenly your clothes changed to match the dolls.
You found yourself in a gothic black dress with a matching black headpiece and finally a pair of heels with black fishnets that ran up to your lower thighs. She then placed the doll in your hand and said you would stay like this until you learned from her how to change back.
Once that happened, she said you could stay this way, change back to normal, or make whatever body you want, but before that happens, there’s a long road of learning to sew, make dolls, and of course learning to weave magic into the dolls.
So for now you’ll be stuck as a small goth girl who lives with her grandmother. Your grandmother takes your hand and pulls you over to a chair and hands you everything you need to get started. Your first lesson as a Voo-doo witch was about to begin, and unless you want to be a goth girl forever, you better pay attention.
Comments
Riley
It wasn't entirely updated, more just expanded to make it a long enough video for YouTube. So it's more like I added more little details as it went on.
last_of_workers
Oh yeah, I remember this story and I remember that I liked it even when you wrote it for the first time... You know, maybe what I'm about to say will sound blasphemous, but the thing is that it seems to me that this story didn't need updating... However, I'm not the author here, but you, and since you decided to update this story, I don't intend to dispute your decision.
