I was walking home from my job as a bartender when I was deliberately tripped. As I fell forward, my arms were pulled behind my back and quickly zip tied. Before I had chance to call for help, a rag was slammed over my mouth…

The anaesthetic quickly did its work; I unwittingly helped it as I was breathing fast, panicking. What the hell was happening?

A hand reached into my pocket, pulled out my phone and dropped it down the nearest drain. “She won’t be needing that anymore”, came a quiet voice. “She’ll be issued an new one from us when she starts work…!” Everything then went black…

When I next woke up, I was strapped down to a chair in a strange room. The shelves were lined with what looked like body parts; wigs, breasts, even whole bodies and heads.

A man was standing there, looking at me.

“The boss thinks your hair should be metallic purple”, he said. “She also wants you as a kigurumi doll, so we’ll have to use one of our new full head masks. Luckily, we’ve got one with purple hair…”

He walked over to a shelf and came back with what looked like a real person’s head, the quality was so good.

“Here you go. This is what you’re going to look like from now on. I hope you like it… oh, wait, I don’t really care. We’ve already shaved your hair off and treated your scalp, so that won’t get in the way, but this hood is still a tight fit, so don’t struggle or you’ll just make it worse.”

I tried to cry out. Nothing happened.

“Oh, sorry, forgot to tell you. The injection I gave you before you woke up has killed off your vocal cords. They might come back, they might not. I don’t really care. Your new owner can gag you if it gets to be a problem.”

I fought to get free as the hood was rammed onto my head, to no avail. It was soon firmly fitted to me, and there was a click.

“There, it’s locked on. That’s never coming off. Now for the rest of the gear.”

He gave me another injection. My arms and legs gradually went numb and stopped working.

“Muscle relaxant”, he explained. “I’ve got to untie you to dress you, and I can’t have you running away…”

He brought out a really degrading dress; a pink Lolita maids dress, with a matching apron and separate collar, as well as a headdress that clipped onto my hood. First, though, he stripped me completely, after carrying me over to a cot in the corner of the room. I literally looked like a doll, and he treated me like one, dressing me up and rolling me over as needed. Each fastener on the dress locked with a click; he obviously wasn’t intending on me getting free from this outfit any time soon.

Then he left the uniform collar to one side and brought out a metallic one instead. There was an attached name tag; it said, ‘Lin’.

“There you go, Lin”, he said. “Your new identity. That’s the one the boss ordered for you. You’d better learn to answer to that name quickly; she’s not used to asking for anything twice.”

The man then gave me another injection, and everything went black again.

I woke up in a damp, dingy bedroom; even the bed was clammy. I sat up with a start, trying to work out where I was. I was also shivering with the cold, and something more than that…

I heard footsteps, then the door opened. A maid stood there. She was wearing a black version of the uniform I was dressed in.

“Ah, good, you’re awake. Madame wants to see you, now. Hurry up!”

I was so annoyed I just flipped her the bird with both hands, refusing to budge.

“Oh dear, and on your first day, too…”, the maid said. She pressed a button on her phone.

I shrieked as the pain hit me. The name tag on my collar had lit up; at the same time, a strong electrical shock had hit me. The collar was a shock collar.

“Had enough? Are you coming, now?”

I stubbornly refused to move, just about managing to say “Fuck You…!”

A stronger shock hit me, and I slumped, unconscious…

When I next awoke, there was a woman sitting on the end of my cot.

“Why on earth would anyone prefer to live in conditions like this?”, she said. “I can’t understand it at all…”

She looked down at me.

“I asked my maid to come and get you so I can show you your duties; that includes where you will be sleeping. I suppose, though, if you prefer to stay here, I’ll have to get another companion to replace you. Then what the hell am I going to do with you…?”

“Companion…?”, I managed to croak.

“Of course; what did you think you were here for? Didn’t they tell you anything when they hired you?”

“Not hired… kidnapped…”

“What!!”

I’ve never seen anyone so angry. She absolutely exploded with rage.

“That bastard! He said you’d volunteered, and you like this sort of thing!”

I managed to shake my head, still weak.

“You’re actually not into this at all, are you…?”, she said, beginning to realise.

“Took me… off of the street. I was on my way home.”

The woman actually started to cry.

“Oh my God… I’m so sorry!”

She looked up the corridor, through the open door.

“Janice, get in here!!”

The maid came running.

“Yes ma’am?”

“Have you disciplined Lin at all?”

“Yes ma’am. Twice. She refused to accompany me.”

“I’m not surprised. She didn’t volunteer. She was kidnapped.”

“Oh, no! Lin, I’m so sorry! I didn’t know! Please, forgive me!”

Janice was really distraught now; she collapsed in a heap, wailing. I reached out and stroked her head.

“You weren’t to know…”, I managed to tell her, just before I passed out again…

From what I was told, I gather that Madame really lost it, then.

My kidnappers had made the mistake of crossing a really powerful woman. A few friends of hers descended on the kidnappers base of operations a few hours later. There were no survivors in the kidnap gang, and another three women who had just been taken were successfully rescued, before they had been ‘changed’.

I, however, was not so lucky.

The collar could be removed; Madame had been supplied also with the keys for my uniform. The hood, however, was permanent, as was the wig. I was to be a purple haired Kigurumi girl for the rest of my days…

Madame felt responsible. She had a code of consent; all her other residents had consented to everything that they had gone through. She was absolutely disgusted that the kidnappers had made her breach her code, and she said so to me.

She was also now fiercely protective of me, as was Janice. When I first left my room, some of the other girls started taking the mick out of me because of the hood and the purple hair. They don’t now…

Madame made it perfectly clear that anyone that hurt me in any way, physically or mentally, would answer to her. She then took me to her quarters and showed me around.

“This is where you would have slept, as my companion”, she said. “Sometimes in bed with me, sometimes in your cot over there.”

Something was stirring in me. I wasn’t quite sure what, but this woman was rapidly growing on me. I decided that I didn’t want to give it up; not just yet anyway.

“What do you mean, would have…?”, I asked, timidly.

“I can’t expect you to stay; you’ve got a life, out there. You were also taken against your will.”

“Oh…”, I said, snuggling up against her. She started stroking my purple hair. To my surprise, I could feel it…

Somehow, we ended up in bed together.

Janice put her head round the door to say something, then slowly sneaked back out again, smiling; she was hoping that I’d stay around for a while, even though I didn’t know that at the time. She’d taken a fancy to me, too…

Next morning, Sunlight lit the room to show the pair of us still in Madame’s bed. Janice, with a giggle, brought breakfast for two…

Madame tried to be cross with her but failed completely. She was too happy with me…

I’d already decided that I was prepared to put up with the hood, if it meant keeping Madame’s company.

That made what happened the next day a real shock…

She had got one of her scientific friends from the continent to visit. While he was there, she’d explained to him about me, as well as showing me to him in my hood, saying it was sealed on.

She’d really worn me out that morning, in my ‘duties’ as companion; sex was energetic, lively and very rewarding.

When I woke up that evening, though, things felt really wrong…

Both Madame and Janice came running when they heard the scream…

I was sitting up in my cot, crying my eyes out.

“What have you done with my hood…?”

“I’ve had it removed, darling. You’re human again.”

“I don’t want to be! I want to be yours!”

“You’re still mine, silly. After all, you’ll still need to wear a wig, and why not a purple one? Besides, I like your new face much more than your old one. You’re really beautiful.”

She kissed me. Long, steamily, with use of a tongue.

Suddenly feeling it against my lips, not through a hood, calmed me almost straight away. Before anyone could stop me, I just wrapped myself around her and kissed her right back, just as passionately. She then took me to bed…

“You know”, she said, later, stroking my bald head, “I could get used to this, too.”

I agreed to make sure my next wig was removable…!

I still stayed with her; I think she was hoping I would do even after my hood was removed. I realised that she had done it for the right reasons; she loved me, it was that simple.

The problem was, Janice loved me too. What really surprised me was that Madame didn’t mind.

I got ‘lent’ to Janice one evening, as a reward for good behaviour. We both giggled as we vanished into her room…

Madame was a little indignant later that evening, however. Mock seriously, she complained that someone had pinched her hot water bottle…!

Guiltily, I slinked back into her bedroom, and vanished into my cot, trying to make it look like I’d always been there…

After that ‘incident’, there was a marked improvement in Janice’s behaviour. She didn’t get a single demerit, for anything; she was obviously trying to get another reward…

In the end, Madame found a simple solution to the problem. She got Janice to sleep with us when she was good…

The only problem with that was deciding who got breakfast the next morning. Obviously, it was Janice, as I was a ‘companion’ and useless around a kitchen.

One time, Madame hadn’t been well; a business venture had gone badly wrong, and the costs were extensive. She had just dissolved into a heap, having a minor nervous breakdown.

Janice ran the house efficiently while she was ill, taking care of everything. I never left her side. By now I was taking my role as companion extremely seriously.

She tried to throw me out, once, saying she wanted to be on her own. I refused to go.

“I’ll sleep in my cot, with you in your bed”, I said, “But I refuse to be anywhere but in the same room with you. The last thing you need right now is to be alone.”

She protested, she pleaded, she even started punching me, getting me to leave. No way. I was scared of what she would do, but I still stayed by her. I’m glad I did; I heard later there was a history of mental illness in the family.

She lost her temper, finally, and hit me. It was only when she saw the blood from my broken nose that she realised what she’d done…

With a howl, she got Janice to get the doctor in.

I was treated for concussion, as well as a broken nose, and ordered to bed to rest.

Janice, knowing what I had been doing, took over from me while I was incapacitated. Madame was never alone…

As a thank you, she let Janice and I both stay in bed one morning, and she brought both of us breakfast. It was delicious…

The three of us got on really well after that. Madame drew up a kitchen roster. I blanched when I saw my name was down for Saturdays…

Monday to Friday, Janice cooked and taught me. Saturday I was allowed to experiment with a few things, all of which turned out to be quite edible. To our surprise, Madame had put herself down for Sundays, and she showed me a few tricks as well.

I’ve never regretted staying once; I’d probably even thank the kidnapper for what he did, if he’d been still alive. If I’d known about the job, I would probably have taken it anyway, without being forced. Still, we’re one big happy family, now…