Harold and his Mother.

Bethany didn't realize anyone had entered until they were right in front of her. She had been knocking her pink coated hands together, trying to free herself, when a pair of legs came into view. Bethany looked up, blue eyes pleading for help, and for a moment she had hope. The person standing before her was a woman in her fifties, dressed conservatively. Her dark grey hair was pulled back in a tight bun, and she gazed upon the shivering, naked girl before her gravely.

The woman looked back. "Well, what do you think of her Harold?" Bethany looked over and saw an awkward young man standing near the door. He was pale, and seemed nervous. "She's okay..." The woman turned back to Bethany, hands on her hips. "I think she'll do nicely." She spoke with the tone of someone about to embark on a minor project around the home. She spoke to a maid, but didn't take her eyes off of Bethany. "What can we do to make her more to Harold's liking? He plays with dolls, and I can't have the heir to my fortune doing that. I thought we might be able to focus those energies towards a more...healthy activity for a boy his age."

The maid smiled and gestured for the woman to follow her. "The doll fetish is a popular one, and we have a ton of options. I think Harold will be very happy." The maid glanced at Harold as she said this, but he dropped his gaze. "Right this way.

Bethany was left to her own struggles for what seemed an eternity, when the door opened and a nurse wheeled a gurney in. Two maids hefted and restrained her to it efficiently, despite her struggles. She was wheeled out of her cell and subjected to a brutal assortment of procedures to make her the perfect doll. The main thing she remembered was being dunked into a vat of thick, clear liquid. She overheard a maid say something about "PlastiSkin" and how it made it's wearer's skin doll like, and hellishly sensitive.

She was then fitted with a black thong of sorts that was attached to her by an elaborate machine, and seemed to be made of hard plastic. She was then fitted with an assortment of frilly pink dresses, every one with a petticoat and lace. Bethany dully realized that she would no longer be able to dress or undress herself, not with her hands coated like this. She was then placed in a brightly colored rectangular container with a transparent front, her doll's box. All that was left to be delivered to her master.