Seo-ah knew that becoming a sex doll would entail surrendering some autonomy over herself and her future. Well, all autononmy, to be truthful.
But it didn’t really set in until her technician began to remove her head.
It had all happened so fast. She’d been aware of transformation stuff for years. She’d thought it was fun, she watched the videos, attended the odd demonstration, and, yeah, she thought about what it would be like to be a doll, to be something inanimate, to be used and enjoyed. Her friends had teased her about it when she shared her thoughts on the whole thing. And then, one day, one of her friends mentioned that they had received a coupon through her brother, good for one full procedure at an up-and coming transformation clinic.
There’d been a lot of giggling, a lot of teasing, and the group came to the conclusion that Seo-ah should get to experience her little fantasy. She blushed and complained and protested, but after some back and forward bashfully agreed that it would be an interesting experience.
The shop was a boutique, equal parts fancy and crass. It offered transformation services, rentals, and the option to purchase. There was a lot of giggling, Seo-ah signed something at the insistence of her friends, and she was led to a back room where she sat on a cushioned seat and breath in from a mask attached to a gas tank. It felt surreally like a visit to a dentist’s office, complete with the strange tingling, numbness sensation as her flesh turned into silicone.
Her friends gasped, laughed, and Jenny even felt her up. She meant it as a joke, but Seo-ah was amazed at how good it felt. They talked to the shop’s operators, and swore they’d visit to wave at her in the window, teasing that she’d be left as just a sex toy for the rest of her life. The shop tech accepted the coupon as payment and installed Seo-ah in the window, still dressed in her street clothes.
She didn’t feel like an object as she stood there, posed in the window, as the night passed, as the morning came and people walked by on the street, talking about her like a sex doll for rent. Not being able to move was so strange… but nothing compared to the desire she felt whenever anyone looked at her. She was only vaguely aware of a phone call from within the shop, something about a custom order.
And then the techie who had transformed her picked her up, hauled her like a sack of potatoes, plopped her down in the backroom, and began to separate her. She had seams! Her head and neck came off with deft touches, her face displaying none of the shock she felt as she was placed on a work table, another realistic doll head, a Caucasian blonde with sultry features and blue eyes, was attached to her body. It looked almost seamless when the change was made, and Seo-ah felt her body as it was hauled away, past her vision. Her head was plopped unceremoniously in a box when the techie came back.
Her head was still in a box, her mind in a sleep-like void and her vision utter darkness, when she felt masculine hands heft her body, feel her up, hoist her to a cushioned bed… and then felt other masculine qualities explore her. Penetrate her. Use her.
It was glorious. Rapturously powerful. Pleasure crashed over her, intense beyond any mortal sensation she had known
Alas, she couldn’t feel what the head on her shoulders felt… although, given how rough her handlers were, she doubted there was much kissing. She spent… well, time was hard to measure… several dozen rounds of use, of touching, of movement, of heat and weight pressing down on her, of wet warmth erupting in her silicone orifices… well, several dozen sessions of that before she felt movement about her head, before her box was opened in a strange place as she saw a cute woman pick her up.
And so it’s been. Her head’s owner was named Emily. She was a sweet young woman who loved to dress her up, so to speak; makeup, accessories, adornments… she’d spend hours making her look pretty or dashing or seasonal, and was so kind as to show her the results with a hand mirror when she was done.
Emily liked to talk to her collection, so Seo-ah was able to learn about at least one of her owners. Emily liked to collect pretty transformed things. The figurine to Seo-ah’s right was her boyfriend, made into a sexy figurine at a convention a couple years ago. The figurine to her left had been purchased online, as had she. She had no idea who owned her body, but from the way the hands held her, the weight upon her, and the heft, size, curve, and vigor of the various rods inserted in her, she guessed that there were quite a few of them. She had her favorites, but nothing was quite as delicious as being railed miles away while Emily fussed over her makeup and made sure her hair was parted just so.
She’d surrendered so much. She was sure she’d never see her body again, and doubted if any of her owners knew her name. Mostly, she just relished the attention, being used, being beautiful. Sometimes she wondered about her friends, about how they reacted when she vanished from the window… and if any of them found their own windows or shelves.