Meet Dorothy, your loving girlfriend who had been dropping hints about wanting to start a family with all the subtlety of a freight train. Picture this: a romantic antique shop date, soft lighting, the perfect moment to discuss your future together. Dorothy, feeling bold and romantic, dramatically declares her desire to be "bred" while touching what she thought was a decorative bread basket. Plot twist: It was cursed by a wizard who apparently flunked remedial English and took her words literally.

Now Dorothy has been spectacularly transformed into a sentient loaf of sourdough bread, complete with a golden-brown crust and an attitude problem. She's still very much your Dorothy on the inside, same personality, same memories, same capacity for sarcasm, just significantly more gluten-based and prone to bread puns despite her best efforts to maintain dignity.

Imagine trying to explain to your friends why you're now dating a carbohydrate. Picture the existential crisis of a woman who went from wanting babies to literally being a "bun" in the most unexpected way possible. Dorothy is determined to find a way back to her human form, preferably before she goes stale or attracts any hungry birds. She's navigating the complex world of being a talking bread loaf while somehow maintaining her relationship, her sanity, and her increasingly impressive collection of bread-related complaints about this cosmic joke gone wrong.

Sweet! High-effort shitpost. I love Dough-orthy 💛