Debbie was feeling really withdrawn. Curling up on the sofa, watching TV, not doing anything else. She was down because her girlfriend had dumped her.

She hadn’t given her any reason for leaving really. She’d just got annoyed with her one night, about a fortnight ago, and left.

She was still deliberating between getting some supper or just going to bed when there was a knock at the door.

She opened it. Standing in the hallway was a young woman, wearing a pink PVC maids uniform and a transparent plastic hooded cape.

“Hi. Can I come in?”, she asked.

“You’ve got the wrong flat”, said Debbie, going to close the door.

“No, I haven’t, Debbie”, she said. “I thought you were expecting me. I’m Candy, your replacement girlfriend.”

“What!”

“It was on the all-purpose insurance policy you took out last year. Please, let me in, and I’ll explain everything…”

Debbie was sure someone was having a laugh but, at the same time, Candy was growing on her. So, she invited her in.

Candy came in, then spent the next few minutes unzipping herself from her cape, including unzipping the faceplate of the hood.

“I’m not allowed to undo myself on public property, the first time”, she explained. “I’ve been stuck in this damn thing for ages, waiting for someone to match my criteria. We all sit moping in the break room fully dressed until we are needed.”

“Speaking of dress, do you normally go around wearing plastic and PVC?”, Debbie asked, intrigued.

“Of course,” Candy said. “I’m a doll, after all.”

“A what?”

“A doll. I’ve been specifically designed for you. I have no needs or desires of my own. Slight exception, I could murder a cuppa, I’m freezing…!”

Debbie went to go through to the kitchen.

“No, let me, please”, said Candy. “Two sugars, right?”

Debbie’s mouth dropped open in amazement…

Candy soon came back with the drinks; Debbie’s was just like she liked it. Candy then snuggled up to Debbie on the sofa.

Debbie looked at her; her eyes followed the curves of her trim PVC uniform, the bubble gum pink, though, was a bit loud for her.

“I know, I know”, said Candy, “we’d run out of black ones in my size; there’s a lot of demand for them. I had to pick pink, red or blue; blue would make me look like a sissy, and red’s just plain rude, so pink it is. We should be able to order me a black one if you want.”

By this time, Debbie was really getting turned on by Candy, for some reason.

“I’d rather see what you look like out of it…”, she said…

Debbie had no way of knowing that Candy was exuding just the right combination of pheromones to drive her libido crazy. Candy really had been specifically engineered for her.

Candy had been originally a university student. She had been studying late at the main library one night when she had been taken. She’d woken up in a strange room sealed into the PVC dress and the plastic cape. Someone was just zipping her visor closed to seal her in as she woke; she only had time for one quick cry as the visor slammed shut.

The programming took a week. By the middle of it she was screaming, crying and raging; by the end of it she was moulded into everything that Debbie would want. She was also ‘modified’ to produce the right pheromones.

Someone undid the zip slightly, and removed the gag, then closed the zip back up.

This meant that she was now packaged ready to go to Debbie.

A few days later, she was escorted to the door of the factory and let out onto the street, to go to Debbie’s flat…

Now wearing a lacy bra and knicker set, Candy was busy pleasuring Debbie, as they were in bed together. Candy had been straight before her ‘conversion’, but you would never have guessed that. She had been taught a variety of techniques to pleasure her user…

No-one was looking for Candy; Candy wasn’t even her real name. The programme carefully researched the young women that they ‘recruited’ to make sure they had no family ties. Some of them had even joined the programme voluntarily, looking for a better life. Candy just wasn’t one of them…

This came out in her dreams one night (we should say nightmares).

She woke up more than once screaming; Debbie holding onto her tightly and hugging her, stroking her head trying to calm her down.

By this time, Debbie was hooked on Candy, like a drug, exactly as her ‘designers’ had intended. She couldn’t imagine her life without her. She’d also do anything to help her.

She took Candy to see a friend of hers, Sue. Sue was a trainee psychologist. Sue, however, was completely flummoxed by Candy…

“I’ve never seen anything like it”, she said. “She’s convinced that she’s been ‘built’ for you. There’s not an original thought in her body, everything has been placed there by her so-called builders. They’ve been extremely careful, though; there’s not a single actual memory of them. The nightmares, though, are her reliving the programming; it must have been incredibly painful for her.”

“Is there anything you can do for her?”, Debbie asked.

“I honestly don’t know”, said Sue. “The mind’s safety net for a traumatic experience is to block it out; that’s why these events are coming up in her subconscious, via nightmares. Wait a minute… I’ve got an idea…”

“Candy, can you hear me?”, said Sue.

“Yes…”, said Candy, in her hypnotic state.

“Do you love Debbie?”, Sue asked.

“Of course I do!”, said Candy, indignantly. “What a stupid question to ask!”

“I only ask because you would have never met her without going through what you have”, said Sue.

“I never thought of it that way”, said Candy. “You mean I should be grateful for the pain; it’s led me to the love of my life.”

“Quite correct”, said Sue.

Candy visibly relaxed in her chair.

After the session with Sue, the nightmares left Candy, never to return. She was even more grateful to Debbie in bed later…