September 15, 2123
Display Doll that is covered in tactical gear because its witch finds that attractive, but is otherwise terrified of violence.
vs
Combat Doll that wears huge princess dresses because it can easily hide a Milkor MGL in the hoop skirt.
Mad scientist kink where you're the test subject, but you're in the control group so you just sit in a room and eat sandwiches and sometimes we have vanilla sex.
Changing Coursework
No one talks about what happens to the dropout witchlings at Academia Hemlock, but everyone sort of knows. Dolls running about and preparing your meals have to come from somewhere, and the one that gave you your soup today looked just like the girl who sat next to you last year.
If you looked through the roster of previous years, you'd probably find that most of the faces stricken out from the yearbook look suspiciously close to those dolls you keep bumping into in the hallways, but doing that would just be asking for trouble, wouldn't it?
But then it happens. You didn't study quite as much as you should have for a test, too distracted binging another yuri manga your friend recommended you.
You don't even get to see your test results before you're being escorted by a group of dolls to one of the senior witches.
"Oh dear, this just won't do. A witchling that can't meet her own potential has no place in these halls I'm afraid."
The witch wrinkled her already incredibly wrinkled nose at you and jotted something down with her quill.
"But it was only one test!"
She just shakes her head.
"Tut tut, that's how it always starts."
"You stupid hag, I'm not going to let you turn me into one of those freaks!"
You yell while reaching for casting apparatus, only to be immediately restrained by a doll with a grip strength that far surpassed what its appearance suggested.
"Such language! And who said anything about turning you into anything? I was just going to suggest you transfer to our sister academy to learn about doll-making."
"Wait.. Transfer? You're not going to… turn me into a doll?"
"What? No, of course not, don't be silly."
"B-But the dolls here look like the old students!"
"Well yes, amateur doll-makers often make their early creations in their own image, until they get the basics down at least."
"I.. Why me though?"
The witch gestured to a book she'd confiscated from you earlier this term.
"We find that young witchlings distract themselves from their studies with their true passions. Those with an interest in the female form such as you often prefer courses on doll-making rather than potion-brewing and hex-crafting like we do here. Of course, its your choice."
"S-So I don't have to learn how to make name restoring potions or what fairy circles belong to which continents?"
"If that is what you desire for your education."
"Then sign me up! When do I leave?"
"Tonight. And please inform your classmates to prevent… misunderstandings."
"Yeah, ahuh, sure. I'll go get packed."
You grinned, thinking of how hilarious it would be for your classmates to see your first doll and think it was you. It'd be such a funny prank, there's no way you couldn't pull it!