Her existence had been simple. Standing stiffly in a window, wearing whatever her owner put on her. She hadn't even been a her, just an it. A plastic facsimile of a human.<br /><br />Then something happened. She started to think. To feel. To see and hear and smell. To know she was a she. And to know that she was beautiful. She saw other blanks around her, knew that's what she had been, and that one day they were destined to change like she had.<br /><br />And then she saw her new owner. Then she knew why she had changed. She was made to order, and she would fill any orders given.<br /><br /><br />Image made with WombotAI