"Alright, that should finish the upload, time to turn on the power..."

Huh? This feels weird. My body feels... "Mobile? What? I should be a mannequin! Why can I move?"

"Jennabot, freeze."

Jennabot?!

"You are a mannequin. The real you, anyway. The Jenna that signed a contract stating she's property of The Mannequin Company, and had her brain digitised and stuck in a hollow plastic shell is currently standing stiffly in the window of a swimwear store as she requested.

"But we don't waste good minds here at TMC. You're a copy of her, uploaded into different form, and nearly ready to be shipped to your owner, who knows you're a copy and doesn't care."

I'm a copy? Fine, but I still wanted to be a Mannequin!

"I can read your thoughts, you know. And I said 'nearly ready'. I just need to make a few tweaks... The real Jenna was mannequin first but had other desires too. Let me just pull one to the fore..."

Is he rewiring my brain? Oh! He is! I feel... Like I want someone to give me an order. Like all I want to do is be a sexbot. Which I am so yay!

"That should do it. Time to get you packed up, and the next copy loaded into a solid silicone sex doll."