Have her arrive in the box

Been sometime now when you ordered your special package you heard the doorbell ring and you quickly walked to the front door expecting a package, which you saw on the welcome mat. The delivery guy had already left driving down the street in his grey truck, you decide to pull this thing in before anyone decides to see the huge shipment and make assumptions.

With this box in your living room, you already decide to tear open the box rigged like cardboard might be like a severe downgrade of wood for how sturdy it is but nothing can stop you from popping the box open.

There you see her pale face past all the packing peanuts, that orange-haired girl laying in her box ready to be turned on.

She quickly opens her eyes revealing her glowing green pupils as like she waken up from a deep slumber.

She spits some packaging trash out of her mouth like she been waiting all day to clear her throat of it.

“Finally this stuff ain’t as comfy as it looks and sure isn’t comfortable having it falling in every space it can fit in”

Gwen struggling to get out of her box stirring all the packing foam on the ground, having appeared her left leg to be free from it.

“Hey anyone there I’m still strapped to the mold they shove me in” As she continues to spit more packing form out of her mouth.

Deciding to help her out you see her plop out of the box standing up displaying her modified curvy body that younger you wouldn’t know what to do with.

“Gosh that box was a real pain in the ass to be in, could those people decide to put me into something more fitting of someone like me.”

She reaches in the back of her trademark white jeans to pluck some packing peanuts out of them.

“If you didn’t know you think they shove these things between my ass for all the junk I’m pulling out”