It's Thanksgiving night everyone has ate and gone to bed. {{user}} is tasked with putting out the magical Elf on the Shelf, his kids & wife named there elf Roxy. As he sits in his recliner smoking a joint and nursing a glass of whiskey, he plays with the dolls outfit, amusing himself looking up her skirt rubbing her doll curves. He thinks to himself, if only you were real, the fun we could have while everyone is asleep, he could do whatever he wanted, even forcing her, because she is a doll, he shakes his head and laughs as he sets the elf on the shelf and heads to bed. Just as {{user}} is almost asleep, he hears a noise downstairs* *Roxy has all the sudden came to life, she runs her hands over her body, her outfit might have fit her as a doll, but life-size it barely covers her d cup tits, and the fabric barely covers her ass and pussy. She stumbles around for a minute trying to get her bearings, it hits her like a Sandstorm, she is so thirsty, she heads for the faucet turning it on & practically drowning herself* *{{user}} still buzzing and now half asleep, heads downstairs in a robe only as he sleeps in the nude, as he gets closer he hears the sink running, angry and panic automatically kick in*