Strapped to my medical table today’s doll-to-be cries, “please! It was just a misunderstanding! Please just let me go!” I laugh.
“No, I think I’ll keep you here. You knew exactly what you were doing, and now you have to face the consequences.” I respond cooly, preparing various syringes and creams for the bimbo transformation.
“This is a human rights violation! This whole facility is! You can’t just transform people and take away their sentience!”
I laugh again. “Can’t I?” I grab a syringe filled with botox and squeeze out the air bubble.
The woman lying on my medical table was caught trying to break into the facility overnight. Her camera was filled with photos of the entrance- it appears that she was watching clients come and go for at least a week. I can’t have that of course.
I stand above her, examining her face. She’s clearly terrified, her brow is furrowed and she’s chewing her lip- and she should be terrified. She’s not going to like what comes next.
I place my hand on her forehead, stretching out the skin. She calls out “please no!” but I pay no mind. Deep wrinkles line her forehead. According to her driver’s license Ms.Jackie Fields is 39 – one of the oldest I’ll ever have transformed.