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The good thing about Sundays in the dorms was that after doing homework, there was still plenty of time for fun. Hanta grinned. Having two very pretty boyfriends meant he had twice as much fun as anyone else, and for today he had something special planned. Denki was pretty low maintenance, much like himself, but Shouto took a lot of taking care of. Hanta didn't mind though - Shouto was a lot of fun to take care of, and Denki helped a lot most of the time.
“We bought a couple new things, let us know if you hate any of it,” Hanta told Shouto. He waited patiently while Shouto looked through the shopping back Denki held up for him. It was important to ask these questions before they started, because once Shouto got into the right mindspace, he didn’t have opinions anymore - he wouldn’t react until later, after they were done and he wasn't a doll anymore. On days when they did everything right, Shouto didn't need more than a hug and a kiss afterwards, adjusting easily, almost glowing from all the praise he usually got while he played a doll for his boyfriends.
Shouto shook his head, his pretty white and red hair shifting at the movement. “It’s fine,” he replied, sounding flat as usual.
Hanta grinned. Perfect. He couldn't wait to see his pretty doll in these stockings. “All right then!”
“Lets go!” Denki chimed in cheerfully, his million-watt smile brightening the room.
Shouto sat down on the bed, taking slow, regular breathes until he was almost in a trance. He needed to be completely calm to reach the right state of mind to get the utmost out of their roleplay. Hanta and Denki used the time to get the clothes ready, from the hair ribbons to the frilly stockings, and by the time they had everything laid out, Shouto was gone and in his place sat the prettiest, most valuable doll one could imagine. Shouto the doll was perfectly pretty, his handsome face and soft skin accentuated by striking red and white hair and heterochromia eyes. A gorgeous doll, one of a kind.
Working together, Denki and Hanta slowly undressed their doll, taking care not to break their expensive toy. They manipulated Shouto’s limbs freely, moving him around as it suited them. Once their doll was undressed, the real fun began. Hanta knelt down and raised Shouto’s left leg up, then slid the soft silk panties over his foot. Leaving Shouto’s foot up in the air, he lifted the doll’s other leg, then slid the panties up his long, pale legs up to his thighs. Denki grabbed Shouto by the hips and lifted the sweet dollie up, allowing Hanta to settle the panties in place. The garter belt came next, followed by garters.
“What do you think, pink stockings or pale blue?” Denki asked, offering both pairs to Hanta. “Our dollie is just too pretty, everything looks good on him. It's impossible to decide.”
“Pink today,” Hanta decided, taking the soft pink silk stockings with the little bows and ribbons on them. He took Shouto’s left foot in his hand, lifting it up. He kissed the instep before letting go. The doll’s foot stayed up, his eyes empty as they should be. Careful not to rip the stockings, Hanta slowly worked them over Shouto’s feet and legs, until he could attach them to the garters. Perfect. He eyed his work critically, adjusting the placement of the little bows at the front of the stockings. “So pretty,” he praised. "We're so lucky to own such a pretty doll."
Putting the dress on their doll was a two man job. Working together with practiced moves, Hanta and Denki settled their doll on the floor, arranging his legs to seat him. Denki lifted Shouto’s arms, and Hanta slowly slid the dress down over him, stopping twice to let Denki move Shouto’s hands through the arm openings. Closing the buttons was only a matter of moments, but of course a dress alone didn’t make a doll presentable. While Denki brushed Shouto’s soft hair with slow gentle motions, Hanta got out his make-up. Brushing Shouto’s hair took a long time, because of course such an expensive, valuable doll had real hair that needed great care. Denki made sure to praise the soft, soft hair under his fingers while he brushed, caressing and styling in equal measure.
Once or twice, Hanta had done Shouto’s make-up while his pretty boyfriend wasn’t a doll, but overall he found it much easier to do while Shouto was in doll space. A person would of course flinch when an eyeliner pencil came near his eye, but a doll simply looked straight ahead, perfectly still and trusting. Carefully, Hanta applied the eyeliner. Shouto was always beautiful, but with black eyeliner, red lips and a little powder on his cheeks, the pretty doll turned outright gorgeous. “Done,” he declared after looking his work over.
“Just a moment,” Denki said, fixing a last ribbon in Shouto’s hair. “Okay, yeah, I’m done too.” Stretching, Denki arched his back to get the cramp out of it. “Our dollie has such soft hair, styling it is seriously hard.”
“It’s trouble, but so worth it,” Hanta agreed.
The two shared a proud grin. “Lets display our pretty dollie.”
Together, they lifted the human doll up and carried him out into the common room. Their fellow students were used to it already and barely paid attention, continuing to play video games and talk. Gently, they settled Shouto on the couch, manipulating his arms and legs into the most fetching poses. With his ankles demurely crossed, one hand primly in his lap, and the other arm leaning on the armrest, Shouto was perfectly posed. Hanta grinned. This kind of position had the advantage that Shouto could hold it for hours without problem, giving everyone plenty of time to admire the beauty of their perfect doll.
Mina sauntered over. “Uwaah, he’s so cute today!” she squeed. “His little ribbons!”
“Uwaah, I love his stockings! They make his pretty legs look even better,” Toru chimed in. Being invisible, she knew a lot about which clothes could help show a body to full advantage.
Hanta grinned smugly at all the praise his doll got. Most of it was of course due to Shouto’s natural prettiness, but the right dress and make-up always got a bit of additional enthusiasm out of their fellow students. What was the point of owning the prettiest doll in all of Japan if no one else admired it and was jealous? Perhaps next week, they could try a little nailpolish too. He knew girls had some kind of trick to attach glittery stones to their nails, but he didn’t know anything about how that worked. Oh well, he had a whole week to figure it out, and while Denki wasn’t much help with research, Shouto would likely be quite happy to help figure it out.
He raised Shouto’s hand to his lips and kissed the doll’s palm, then took a good, long look at his fingernails. Yes, nailpolish would suit Shouto fine - like every other part of him, Shouto’s fingers were elegant, long and slender. His fingernails were quite pretty, and would likely look quite beautiful painted pink, or possibly red and white. Settling Shouto’s hand back in the doll’s lap, Hanta went to have a snack and talk to his other friends for a bit - his doll would continue to sit there, waiting patiently for his return.