"Hailey, why do we do this?" I ask.

"Gonna haffta clarify a bit, love."

I gesture around the hall, "this. Why sit in lectures, bored out of our minds?"

"So that we pass, graduate, and make enough money to support ourselves. Seems pretty obvious." She shrugs.

"All of *that* sounds fucking boring too." I sigh, "though I guess there's no escaping it."

"Well, I mean you probably could. Just get your MRS. Instead of your BS." She laughs a bit, "You've got the looks for it."

"And just become some rich guy's trophy wife? No thanks. Funny you mention looks tough..." I deliberately stop talking.

"Oh no. I know that face. What did you do?" She always was perceptive.

"I may have booked a little appointment. Want to come with?"

"Do I get to know what I is beforehand?"

"Nope!"

She rolls her eyes, "figured. Alright, love, I'm game. Where are we off to?"

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"Fuck, Luna!" Her eyes go wide, "you said you don't want to be a trophy wife, then go and do this?" She's a bit miffed, but I can also hear the awe in her voice. And maybe a bit of want too.

"I needed a change, something to break up the doldrums of classes and assignments."

"And a permanent addition to your body was that change?" She doesn't know how 'permanent' it is yet, but one step at a time.

"Yeah. And this is just the first part."

"Really? You have more planned? Bodymodding for fun and profit? Or I guess not profit if you don't want to be a trophy wife." She gives me an incredulous look.

"I do. But you'll find out more about it as it happens. Don't want to spoil the surprise."

She gives an exasper sigh, then a small smile, "You're infuriating, love. But this is the happiest I've seen you in a while, so I guess I'll try to be happy with you."

"Thanks, Hailey."

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"So the final stage of the process is tomorrow."

"Have you figured out which of the various guys who are after you gets to own you?"

"Yes, and no."

"What does that mean?"

"Well, it's been a month since I started my dollification. I've known most of my 'suitors' for less time than that, and I'm going to be owned by someone soon. I told you the day I started this, I don't want to be a trophy wife."

"I thought that just meant you wanted to be a trophy doll." She laughs, staying positive even when she thinks she's going to lose me forever.

"No. I want there to be a connection between me and my owner. And not just a physical one, before you call that out."

Her eyes sparkle, maybe with a hint of tears, "I wasn't going to say anything, promise."

"Oh, you were. And that's why I love you. Hailey, will you be my owner?"

She freezes on her bed, "you want me to own you as a sexdoll?"

I place my silicone hand on her delicate flesh one, "yes. Own me, pose me, dress me up," I pause for half a second, "fuck me senseless."

She blinks, then gently squeezes my hand, "Luna, I'd love nothing more."

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Hailey comes in from her class and lies down on her bed, giving my ass a little pat as she walks by.

"Hey, love." She looks at me with wonder, the same way she has for the last couple of weeks. The sexless last couple of weeks.

"Classes were boring, as usual. But at least I know when I come back I have your fine ass to look forward to seeing."

Why haven't you done more than pat it then?

She carries on, oblivious to my thoughts, "so you're probably wondering why you haven't been used yet."

Yes!

She smiles, and there's something predatory in it that would make me shiver if I still could "well I was just waiting for a little something special to come in before breaking in my toy." She opens a box she pulls out from under the bed. Inside is a monster of a strap on. My eyes would be saucers, but you know, sexdoll.

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"So, honey, remember I told you about my old college roommate?"

"Luna, right? Dolled herself up after getting bored of classes?"

"That's the one. Well, now that we've been together a while, I think I owe it to her to share."

"What?"

"I didn't tell you that she gave herself to me. And I still have her." I head to the closet, open the special panel I'd had installed, and pull out Luna.

Playtime?

"Holy shit! How long has she been there?"

"I installed the panel shortly after meeting you. She's still been getting regular use, just... When you're not home. But I think it's better that she can be out in the open, displayed, and used as what she wanted to be. So what do you say? Up for a threesome?"