&nbsp; &nbsp;I'll admit you're the last customer I expected to see today, Superman. When you landed on the roof, I thought we must be getting a visit from Father Christmas himself! It's just past our closing time but I suppose an exception can be made for Earth's mightiest hero. We'll have you stripped out of that body in no time.<br /> So what brings you here today? Let me guess. You were too busy flying here and there saving the world that you neglected to give your girl the attention she deserved, Now you're desperate to make things right by giving yourself to her as a plaything for the Christmas period. I've heard it a thousand times before. The Make-A-Maid store is the last hope of many a boyfriend at this time of year.<br /> And who is the lucky lady? Let me see the address you asked to be delivered to... 'Lois Lane'? Not the Lois Lane? That pretty dame who works at The Daily Planet? I am envious. The body of a Greek god and a lover with the body of a goddess. Truly the man who has everything.<br /> Don't about me knowing her name, we're very discrete. Just look, the store is deserted this late at night. Nobody here but you and me. Nobody will know you were ever here.<br /> And rest easy knowing that your body will be safely in the right hands - mine. We have a place in the back where we store all the other brain-dead boyfriends' meat-bodies until their girlfriends return them after Christmas.<br /> Let's see what we have left in stock. Here we are! A doll any woman will adore. Her hard drive is so full of culinary skills and housekeeping that she's a forgetful, ditzy thing, regardless of who inhabits her, but that's all part of her charm! Something more masculine? Not at this late hour. Our stock is so depleted. Just take a seat in the neural extractor and we can begin.<br /> Hm? You can hear my heart beating fast? Hardly surprising for an old man like me. I'm simply excited to be serving such an esteemed customer. Now it's rather too late to be changing your mind when I've already strapped you in. Don't try to remove it, that's very expensive equipment, you might break it. One more moment and... and I'll be ready to throw... the switch!<br /> TZZCCCHHH!<br /> &nbsp; &nbsp;There, the transfer has started! Good grief, it's sparking! Normally the process takes mere moments! The machine is straining to rip you out of those resilient Kryptonian neurons, haha! Your brain is putting up quite the fight but... yes... 1%... 2%... It's slow but it's working!<br /> This is so exciting! I've never had a customer conscious during the transfer before. What does it feel like? Are you able to sense your Kryptonian body slipping away, growing numb? How does it feel as your mind is compiled into nothing more than 0s and 1s etched into a silicon wafer, sealed away in some bimbo animatronic? By the look on your face, not pleasant.<br /> What a remarkable mind. Such a repository of knowledge. The machine is only at 31% transferral and already the doll's hard drive is full to the brim with... you. Well, no matter if the excess overflows. And any unnecessary memories can remain with your body - a lowly maid robot hardly needs the skills to use laser vision, of course, or fly.<br /> 51%. The critical threshold. There's more of you in that now than in there. Go ahead, explore. Feel your hard, plastic limbs. Your crude joints. She's not a high-end device but she's got it where it counts - her chest. Ahaha.<br /> Take all the time you need to process it - I'm serious, you don't want to overload her processor with too much thinking.<br /> Still, so many memories to transfer but no matter. You don't need them. Probably just the fifth time you saved the world, or the first time you made love to that juicy reporter. Let me take care of those for you. Just try to relax. Let those slip away.<br /> Almost done. All I need to do is flick this switch to sever the connection, and you'll be nothing but a doll.<br /> *click*<br /> Rather anti-climatic, wouldn't you say? Give it a moment. The sense of existential claustrophobia may creep in as your software discovers the limits of your hardware.<br /> Oh, you can leave your old self in the machine. It's not like you could lift it anyway. I'll be taking care of it just as soon as I take care of you.<br /> Sit still while I unfasten you. Such a compliant toy you make. Not a lot of thoughts behind those glassy eyes. It's time to get you boxed and delivered, wrapped up with a bow.