The armature that held Kaylee Reis tight her waist moved all the way down to the south end of the factory at a shocking speed, then gently set her down on a conveyor belt. She had time enough to read a sign proclaiming she was at the Prep Station. Four smaller arms pulled her appendages out and tied them down, so Kaylee could barely move. Those four removed themselves and three more came down, each with a small pair of razors mounted to them. Kaylee tried to pull away, but the ties on her wrists and ankles kept that from happening. The razors deftly cut off the detective's clothes and shoes, leaving her naked in a rather cold room.

The conveyor belt pulled her down three feet, stopped, and then a single device lowered to Kaylee's face. It held a pair of small goggles, which it pressed up against Kaylee. A shower head appeared over her and began to spray all around her. The liquid was stinging, and though she wasn't sure, Kaylee thought she saw her long hair falling to the ground. The spray paused, and she heard a strange whump-whump sound. A moment later, water fell around her, washing off the stinging chemical, but leaving her wet and naked in a cold factory. Fortunately, a pair of heaters dropped from the ceiling next and lit up in an orange glow, quickly warming and drying Kaylee.

After the heaters retracted, the conveyer moved once more, and as was becoming the norm an armature waited for her there. This one held a strangely shaped piece of tan cloth, which it wrapped around Kaylee's abdomen as she passed, in the soft region between her hips and rib cage. It felt something like nylon, and it conformed to Kaylee's body. Then the large armature returned, and gripped around Kaylee's abdomen, perfectly conforming to the region. It picked her up and sped her down to another region of the factory.

It stopped again over a vat of churning tan liquid, and then it slowly dropped her into the sticky, viscous goo. She shuddered, and prepared to hold her breath, but the armature stopped just before the liquid had touched her chin. Confused, but glad, Kaylee sighed as the armature pulled her back up. She saw, somehow, that the liquid had bonded to her skin, but not the armature equipment. Further, the liquid hardened quickly into a supple plastic. She moved a little before a small spray nozzle descended, locking directly on her face. Carefully, and with the help of smaller armatures, the nozzle sprayed much of the same substance over Kaylee's head and neck. This plastic seemed to be applied more lightly around her mouth, nose, ears, and even eye lids, which made it more malleable. The coating she received elsewhere, however, was about the same consistency as on the rest of her body. Then, horrifically, an armature pulled her mouth open and a fine nozzle sprayed the goo around inside her mouth. The taste went away quickly, but Kaylee's mouth fell numb.

The armature moved again, pulling Kaylee to another station, twenty feet across the factory, and placed her on another assembly line. Kaylee felt that she could, in fact, move now, but some part of herself told her it would be safer not to, and the fifteen feet she would have to jump to certainly helped dissuade her. She came to a stop, and a machine reached forward, grabbed her wrists, held them fast while another brought a saw down and carved both of Kaylee's hands right off. She tried to muscle her way of the vice grips, but it was to no avail. More horrifically, she only felt a light pressure on her wrists, and no pain. Strangely, she saw no bones, muscle, or anything otherwise human inside her arms. She was entirely hollow. Kaylee saw her hands get taken a few feet down the line, where another set of robot arms inserted a suite of gears and pulleys into her plastic hands. The armatures returned quickly, and the machines reattached her limbs. This process was repeated for her lower arms, and upper arms. It was frustrating for Kaylee, because her mechanical joints, ironically, refused to move. The large armature once again wrapped itself around Kaylee's abdomen, holding her up for the machines to mechanize her legs.

Once her appendages were completely geared and jointed, another saw cut a line down Kaylee's back and opened it wide, and she felt a heavy suite of machinery inserted into her body. Further, a foam pillow was wound inside the nylon fabric of Kaylee's abdomen. A series of four small machines reached into her body and hooked all the machinery together. A similar action took place in Kaylee's head, which now supported a smaller, but much more complicated suite of machines that allowed for full facial expression and speech. All the machines pulled away, except for one, which ran down Kaylee's back and resealed her opening. In a matter of thirty seconds, Kaylee Reis had been cut apart and then reassembled into Kaylee Doll. Now that she was entirely mechanized, the doll found she could move quite easily, and discovered that her nylon abdomen, which had been fastened to her torso and hips, was put in place to aid her mobility. She wanted desperately to jump down and run away, but a part of her pointed out that Kaylee was already a doll, and she may as well get the clothes to match.

The conveyor then moved on, bringing Kaylee to the Makeup station. For the first time since Kaylee began her dollification, she saw a mirror and reflection of herself. She was bald, made of supple tan plastic, and was overall rather bland. There was a scrolling message board below the mirror. It said, "HELLO, KAYLEE DOLL. PLEASE FOLLOW DIRECTIONS." Kaylee rolled her eyes. She may have given up running, but she wasn't going to do anything to help the machines out in changing her. A tray of various accessories appeared before her, and two arms came into view. She looked to the message board that now scrolled 'PLEASE OPEN MOUTH.' Kaylee refused to comply, and so forced an armature to forcibly open her jaw. A small airbrush entered Kaylee's mouth, and she saw it painting her mouth so it looked relatively normal, with pinkish tongue, white teeth, and even a uvula. The airbrush removed itself, and then painted red lips and pink blush circles on each of Kaylee's cheeks. The makeup was a start, but Kaylee truly began to feel right again when the armatures placed blue contacts in Kaylee's eyes, as well as gluing eye lashes and brows onto the her plastic skin.

With all of this done, Kaylee knew she was essentially a doll now. All she needed now was hair and clothes. She looked down at the scrolling message board, and saw it read: 'PLEASE WALK TO DRESSING ROOM.' Kaylee looked around and saw a rack of clothes and wigs ten feet down the conveyor belt. As she walked, the doll saw armatures reach into the accessories and pull out her first set of doll clothes. Thankfully, they set her clothes down on a bench next to the conveyor. Kaylee sat down, picked up a pair of white tights, and shimmied herself into them, then buckled on a pair of black Mary Jane's. After that she slipped on light pink pantaloons and white gloves. Lastly, she pulled on her pink and white dress, but had difficulty tying the gigantic pink bow at her waist. She looked to a mirror for help and noted the scrolling sign. 'SAY PLEASE IF YOU NEED HELP.'

"Please." Kaylee said quietly. An armature appeared immediately and deftly finished the bow knot, then fluffed or adjusted a few other portions of Kaylee's costume. It went away as fast as it came, leaving Kaylee in front of a mirror with one last thing to do: put on her wig. It sat in front of her, clearly doll's wig, being made out of orange yarn and was braided into two long pig tails capped with pretty pink bows as large as Kaylee's fist. After pausing a moment, she put her wig on, and looked in the mirror at a beautiful living doll.