“What do you mean I’m your ‘new doll?’” Standing up, the girl crossed her arms as her confusion gave way to frustration, half shouting at the guy towering above her. “I don’t know what the hells going on but I’m not some toy, dude. Do I look like a doll to you?” A bit flustered, the man glanced around nervously for a second before looking back to the girl on his living room table. “I mean…yes? Yeah, actually you really do.”  Stomping her foot on the foam padding of the box beneath her, she shouted back. “What the hell do you mean by – “ Before she could finish her sentence, the man rested a finger on the supposed doll’s lips as if to shush her. Glancing around the room, he leaned close to the half-sized girl before speaking in a hushed tone, only fueling her frustrations. “Hey, hey, not so loud please. I have roommates! I don’t want them walking in and find me with a sex doll on the table.” At that, the girl’s eyes went wide. “A sex doll?!?!” she shouted as loud as she could, a mix of shock and anger in her voice. Wincing at the surprisingly loud voice of the miniature girl in front of him, the man was quick to stand up, taking the doll around her waist in one hand and her box in the other before darting off to his bedroom and locking the door.

Feeling her supposed owner’s hand wrap around her, the girl was flustered as she felt herself pulled through the air as if she weighted nothing. With her torso fitting snuggly in the grasp of his hand, she couldn’t do much else but watch as she was carried into the next room, watching as he dropped her box to the floor before jumping a top the bed. Setting her down on the comforter, the man glanced at the door before looking back to the doll on his bed, who propped herself up and was looking to him intently. “Let’s try not to yell, ok? When I ordered you online I really didn’t think you’d be so…loud.” Balling her hand into a fist, she was about to yell again, but sighed before lowering her voice. “For the last time, why do you think I’m some doll?” Cocking his head back in confusion, the man thought for a few seconds. “Wow. I really never thought I’d have to convince a doll that she was actually a toy.” Tapping a finger against her arm, the girl looked up at him, impatiently waiting answer. After a second, his eyes sparked, looking to the doll adamantly. “Ok, well. Aside from the fact that you came out of a box on my living room table, the fact that you’re two feet tall, and the fact that you came with a manual, what more could you want?” Unsatisfied, her gaze didn’t waver. “What do you mean a manual?” she spoke up, the man sighing at the remark before grabbing a small manual from the box she came in.

Looking to her and then to the booklet in his hand, the man leaned over the bed as he began to read aloud. “Ahem. Hello Mr. Scott Anderson, that would be me by the way… you didn’t give me much of a chance to introduce myself.” At that, he glanced at the doll his bed, the girl only raising an eyebrow as if to tell him to continue. “Ok then… Hello Mr. Scott Anderson. Congratulations on your purchase of (1) Wonder-Doll products from our company Wonderland LMT. Perfect for all your magical novelty and potion supply needs. You have chosen our Living Doll package, which as detailed on our website, contains (1) silicon, 0.6 meters tall doll which walks, talks, and even think’s like a real girl, (1) outfit for said doll, and (1) remote control for activation of preset modes for said doll. We hope you are happy with your purchase, no refunds no returns, etc etc etc, you get the idea.” Dropping the manual to the bed, the miniature girl still didn’t budge from her pose. “I don’t believe you.” She said stubbornly, Scott shaking his head in disbelief. “Alright, here, I’ll show you then.” Picking the doll up and laying her over his open palm, Scott was quick to undo the doll’s clothes, which fell to the bed below him. Pushing herself up, she was ready to yell at him again, but as she let out a slight squeak as she felt him squeeze her in his grasp. To her surprise, she felt her body give a soft, almost rubbery resistance to the squeeze, her chest and waist compressing as if they were nothing. Giving a few more playful squeezes to the toy in his hand, she felt as she was placed back on the bed, flustered as to what just happened. “How many real girl’s can be compressed like a stress toy in the palm of my hand exactly? You’re made of silicon, doll.”