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The next few days passed as pleasantly as the earlier ones, and our honeymoon was drawing to a close. My wife, I noticed, had picked up a phrase from somewhere that annoyed me. Everybody she approved of was a "living doll." When Fifi looked particularly smart, Nicki called her a living doll; when I did something that pleased her, I was a living doll. On the morning of the day we were to go back to New York, I announced, "All right, since you're so fond of living dolls, you can turn into one yourself." "How do you mean?" inquired Nicki, looking startled. "You'll see," I assured her. "First, we need a really severe corset. How about it, do you have one we haven't used yet?" "Well uh-yes " she admitted hesitantly. "But it's meant to go with a pretty extreme costume, and besides, it's so severe, I've never been able to stand it adjusted really tight. It doesn't look right any other way." "Sounds like just what we need. Now you go and tell Fifi to put it on and fasten you to the lacing frame. When she has pulled you in to the point where you need a gag, she's to call me. In the meantime I'm going to the village. I'l1 be back by the time you're ready." As a matter of fact, I had time to go and do my shopping-which was for a length of black velvet, some plaster of Paris and some dry colour in red and yellow-and have a drink after I got back, before Fifi came for me.
In the utility room, where the lacing frame had been set up, my wife presented quite a sight. She was spread-eagled in the frame with her wrists strapped to the upper corners and her ankles to the lower corners, her legs pulled wide apart. The corset, of gleaming black kid, was unusually long, extending from down over the hip-bones at the sides up the armpits; in back it reached right up the neck, which ended in a high, stiff collar and in front it came down well over the abdomen, while the top was shaped into two half cups and was so high it raised the bosom higher than I had ever seen it. The lacing stood open a good three inches)at the waist and more above. "How far is she laced in, Fifi?" I asked as I went in. "Sixteen inches, M'sieur," she told me. "This corset is supposed to get her down to thirteen inches? Good." Nicki tried to interrupt me, but I went on, as though I hadn't heard her. "Living doll as are famous for their small waists and high bosoms." Then I sent Fifi for a rubber bathing cap, lots of absorbent cotton, water to wet it, adhesive tape and a pool-ball. When she returned, I packed my subject's mouth as full of cotton as I could, especially her cheeks, with the ball between her jaws to hold her mouth as wide open as it would go. When I was through, the stuffing was so tight she was
unable to eject any of it, even though I was using no tape to hold it in place. She was, of course, utterly silent. Next, I turned my attention to the corset lace, started up the lacing capstain and closed the gap to about one inch. The smelling salts became necessary at this time, and to give her a rest, I had Fifi put the rubber cap on and smooth the edges where the rubber joined her face with strips of adhesive tape. Another half-inch more rest, more smelling salts. An hour later the lace was closed. When we released Nicki, she began to collapse like a torn balloon. But an hour's rest on the bed while her body adjusted itself was enough. Then I really went to work. While Nicki was still resting, I had Fifi put on a pair of the thinnest black nylon operas, very tightly pulled up by the short suspenders on the corset, on Nicki. On my instructions, she also added eight inch heeled, black patent pumps, very low cut, with ankle straps (to make sure she couldn't get them off). During that time, I was mixing a supply of dry plaster of Paris with the red and yellow colours I had bought until I had a very good flesh-colour.
	Putting that aside for a moment, I called Fiffi to assist me, and after doubling Nicki's arms at the elbows, we taped them very tightly in that position. We also taped her hands to the tops of her shoulders; the final effect was quite smooth and neat, with Nicki's arms simply stopping at the elbow. The helplessness implicit in the short-armed look was most attractive. Then I went to work on her face with the adhesive tape. Using a great many narrow pieces, I began by pulling her lips forward and together over the ball in her wide-stretched mouth. When I was through her lips were held firmly pursed, as through she were puckering for a kiss. By way of contrast, by the use of narrow strips of tape radiating outward all around her eyes, I made her eyes stretch wide open, in a fixed expression of ultra surprise. As a final touch, I ran a strip of tape up the length of her nose, her forehead, almost to the top of her head, pulling it very tight. When I had smoothed it into place with some transverse strips, the tip of her nose was pulled up in an extreme effect. Mixing the plaster I had already prepared with water, I began smoothing it all over her head and face. I worked it continuously, filling every wrinkle caused by the pressure of the tape, as well as hiding the tape itself
When it began to set, I put Fifi to work on it with a hair-drier. In an hour it was not only hard, but dry. Then I went to work with the make-up. When I was through, my wife's head looked exactly like an old-fashioned china doll's, with a tiny, brilliant red, rose-bud mouth; full, puffed-out cheeks with plenty of rouge; tip-tilted nose and huge, staring eyes, fringed with ultra long, artificial lashes under the thinnest of high, arching black eyebrows, far above the normal line. Then, with Fifi helping, I started to drape the black velvet "dress." I'd never tried draping a costume on a figure before. But I flatter myself, the effect wasn't half bad. I pinned the folds in place as I went, with Fifi following behind with needle and thread, literally sewing the gown on the wearer. The top was in a cape-like effect, which allowed just the tips of her "amputated" arms to show, while a fold of material around the neck concealed the high, stiff collar of the corset. The bust line was very low, with the material draped revealingly around the artificially raised and out-thrust bosom. Naturally, the material was as tight around the tiny waist as I could pull it, while below the skirt, in deep folds, came just to the top of the legs.
It was looped up at each side, almost to the waist, to show the tightly drawn suspenders on the outside of the legs, pulling the tops of the ultra long stockings into points. The finishing touch was provided by a brassy, blonde wig, with long, old-fashioned corkscrew curls. The final effect was most satisfactory. Nicki looked exactly like an old-style, toy doll brought up to date. The high-piled, blonde curls, huge staring eyes and pouting little mouth, typical of the China doll of yesteryear, contrasted delightfully with the nicely displayed legs and sophisticated high heels. The tiny waist and high raised, out-thrust bosom between formed a sort of connecting link, while the shortened, useless arms trumpeted Nicki's helplessness. When I let her see herself in a full-length mirror, Nicki managed to show her pleasure in her appearance, in spite of her lack of power of expression, of speech and her very limited power of movement.

We returned to New York that night and had dinner with Dick and Vicki. As we went into the library after dinner, my father-in-law made me happy by remarking, "You know, Ted, my wife and I often wondered if we could ever find a husband for Nicki, who would handle her the way she should be handled. I am glad to say you've exceeded our fondest expectations." Vicki could only nod because, out of compliment to me, her husband had dressed her in the same all-leather outfit Nicki had worn the first time we met.