Frodoll Journal, Part 5
Author: Nilramiel@aol.com aka RosieCotton
Disclaimers: This tale is true. I make no money from this story and I own no trademarked names or characters.
Author's note: Yes, I am obsessed. No, I do not wish to be cured.
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Part 5
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Going back to my examination:" Next, Rosie took a good look at my feet. *sigh* She doesn't like my feet, and truth be told I don't much like them either. Real hobbit feet have soft, warm, lovely curls on their tops, but my feet are simply molded plastic, grooved and furrowed to LOOK as if they have hair. In addition, they are much too large. I will admit that hobbits can have rather large feet, but these feet are like flippers! Or small boats! Rosie was very sympathetic, and offered to make me some nice felt slippers for them. In the meantime, she slipped some gummy pencil grips over them - one green and one blue, to keep them warm and out of sight. The former reason is just as important as the latter, because she has something called "air conditioning," which makes my poor hairless feet chilly at times.
As you recall, Rosie had already relieved me of my cloak and my coat, so now she moved to remove my vest. When she slipped it from my shoulders, she gave a small gasp, and for a moment I feared something amiss - but then I saw that she was grinning broadly.
"Why, Frodo! You have suspenders!" she said, and she seemed delighted. "Soft, velvety suspenders! Oh Frodo, can we leave your vest off for awhile? You look so fetching in your braces!"
This I found amusing, as my suspenders serve only to keep my breeches from falling from my hips, but I decided to humor her. I really am growing very fond of Rosie, and am sure of her affection for me. (Not sure of her lucidity, but quite sure of her affection.)
Before removing any more of my clothing, she asked my leave. She would have respected my wishes had I told her I was uncomfortable with such. But I am, after all, a doll, and modesty is not my strongest sentimentality.
Ever so gently, she worked my suspenders and shirt (which are sewn to my breeches, by the way) over my shoulders and off my arms to the waist. Then she giggled.
"Frodo - you look like a bodybuilder! What were those manufacturers thinking?"
She ran her fingers over my muscular back, six-pack stomach, and broad chest. Then across my collarbones and down each arm.
"Well, Frodo, they got the neck right, and the arms, too, by my reckoning, but unless you have been training with the Uruk-Hai, the rest of you is just too built!"
This made me laugh along with her. I assured her that I had not been training with Uruk-Hai or any other army.
Naturally, curiosity required that she take a look at the rest of me, so off came the breeches. Again, I remind you, I am a doll! Being dressed and undressed is completely expected, and in fact we received a training session on it before leaving the plant. "The Doll and Clothing: Destined for Removal" I believe it was called. You may find this amusing, but it was much better than "The Horrors of Hairdressing" and "Coping with Limb Loss"!
Rosie said my legs were well-formed, more Frodoesque than Lurtzesque, then she redressed me, leaving the vest off so that the "adorable" suspenders would remain in sight. She is currently contemplating whether or not to unstitch the tops of my suspenders (which are sewn to my shoulders). They would certainly look better if not sewn, but she fears they would not stay on my shoulders at all, were the small stitches removed.
To Be Continued....
Author: Nilramiel@aol.com aka RosieCotton
Disclaimers: This tale is true. I make no money from this story and I own no trademarked names or characters.
Author's note: Yes, I am obsessed. No, I do not wish to be cured.
~*~*~*~*
Part 5
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Going back to my examination:" Next, Rosie took a good look at my feet. *sigh* She doesn't like my feet, and truth be told I don't much like them either. Real hobbit feet have soft, warm, lovely curls on their tops, but my feet are simply molded plastic, grooved and furrowed to LOOK as if they have hair. In addition, they are much too large. I will admit that hobbits can have rather large feet, but these feet are like flippers! Or small boats! Rosie was very sympathetic, and offered to make me some nice felt slippers for them. In the meantime, she slipped some gummy pencil grips over them - one green and one blue, to keep them warm and out of sight. The former reason is just as important as the latter, because she has something called "air conditioning," which makes my poor hairless feet chilly at times.
As you recall, Rosie had already relieved me of my cloak and my coat, so now she moved to remove my vest. When she slipped it from my shoulders, she gave a small gasp, and for a moment I feared something amiss - but then I saw that she was grinning broadly.
"Why, Frodo! You have suspenders!" she said, and she seemed delighted. "Soft, velvety suspenders! Oh Frodo, can we leave your vest off for awhile? You look so fetching in your braces!"
This I found amusing, as my suspenders serve only to keep my breeches from falling from my hips, but I decided to humor her. I really am growing very fond of Rosie, and am sure of her affection for me. (Not sure of her lucidity, but quite sure of her affection.)
Before removing any more of my clothing, she asked my leave. She would have respected my wishes had I told her I was uncomfortable with such. But I am, after all, a doll, and modesty is not my strongest sentimentality.
Ever so gently, she worked my suspenders and shirt (which are sewn to my breeches, by the way) over my shoulders and off my arms to the waist. Then she giggled.
"Frodo - you look like a bodybuilder! What were those manufacturers thinking?"
She ran her fingers over my muscular back, six-pack stomach, and broad chest. Then across my collarbones and down each arm.
"Well, Frodo, they got the neck right, and the arms, too, by my reckoning, but unless you have been training with the Uruk-Hai, the rest of you is just too built!"
This made me laugh along with her. I assured her that I had not been training with Uruk-Hai or any other army.
Naturally, curiosity required that she take a look at the rest of me, so off came the breeches. Again, I remind you, I am a doll! Being dressed and undressed is completely expected, and in fact we received a training session on it before leaving the plant. "The Doll and Clothing: Destined for Removal" I believe it was called. You may find this amusing, but it was much better than "The Horrors of Hairdressing" and "Coping with Limb Loss"!
Rosie said my legs were well-formed, more Frodoesque than Lurtzesque, then she redressed me, leaving the vest off so that the "adorable" suspenders would remain in sight. She is currently contemplating whether or not to unstitch the tops of my suspenders (which are sewn to my shoulders). They would certainly look better if not sewn, but she fears they would not stay on my shoulders at all, were the small stitches removed.
To Be Continued....