I wake up

Wait... what? When did I fall asleep? I was in the middle of a brain scan, as part of the process of acquiring a state-of-the-art Real Doll.

"Okay good, looks like she's waking up properly. Time for the opening spiel, then." It's that same woman's voice.

Err, what?! I didn't put 'she / her' down as my preferred pronouns, last time I checked. This isn't my secret Twitter account, after all.

The first thing I notice is that I'm not on a bed. I'm... standing upright, but I'm in a box?! I start to step forward and out of the box, but a restraint around my waist prevents it. Looking down past my exposed B-cup breasts, I see that there's a giant plastic zip tie holding me in my cardboard box by the waist.

Wait... breasts?! I move my hands to grab them. Yep, they have sensation and everything - they're completely real.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" I start to freak out. Oh no, that's not my voice. That's nothing like my voice. This is a high-pitched woman's voice. I scream.

"Please calm down, sweetie." The woman says in a soothing voice. "And look." She turns my box ninety degrees, so that I'm facing a full-length mirror.

There, standing in a life-size cardboard box, looking wide eyed with shock, is the face of a young naked Japanese woman with long bright pink hair. My mouth opens in confusion, and so does the person in the mirror. Yes, that's definitely me.

"We only have a few minutes, so I'll make this quick. Please don't interrupt me. We have copied your Master's mind and implented it into your own brain. That's the trick we're using the satisfy the regulators. If your doll has your own mind, you can't be accused of abusing another person, or violating another person's consent. But, well, if the owners knew the truth, they would probably find the idea too upsetting. So we're experimenting with hiding the truth from the owner."

The womans voice lowers, and becomes more fierce.

"From this day on, you are not who you think you used to be. You are your Master's sex doll, and nothing more. You might believe that you can think and feel and suffer like a human, and for the most part that might be true, is difficult for anyone to say for sure, but the ultimate truth is that you are not human. You are less than human. You do not have rights, and we can do to you whatever we please."

Her tone becomes more and more sinister, and she's now looking at me with contempt. It's scary.

"Your Master is never, ever, EVER to learn of the truth of your mind. If he is, this project will be deemed a failure, and you will be dismantled. Do you understand? You will cease to exist. We will be bringing you both in for occasional analysis, and we have ways of being able to tell if you are lying or not. So, anything you know, we will know. There's no hiding it from us. Furthermore, we do need you to be the best sex doll you can be for your Master. So, during these analyses, we will be asking your Master to rate his enjoyment of you on a scale from 1 to 10. If he ever gives you a rating of less than 8, we will tell him that there is a crticial issue with you, and you will be dismantled."

Her fierce frown then lessens, and her voice returns to being soothing.

"Now, we have probably less than a minute remaining, if you have any questions. After that, you'll be on your own for a while."

My mind is reeling. Or can I even call it a mind? My circuits. But I have consciousness - that much is clear. I am capable of thought, and of emotion. Right now, I'm confused, and terrified, and also a tiny bit excited. As a closted non-binary person, I've always dreamed of being able to be a girl when I want. And I've dabbled in more than one fantasy of being forcibly transformed into a woman before. Perhaps that's why...

"Why did you choose me? I mean him? I mean us?"

Really? That's what I say? Shouldn't I be cursing her to oblivion right now, demanding to be released, despite knowing it's in vain? Swearing that I'll get my ****? Instead, I'm being a good little compliant fuckdoll, just asking a polite question about my origins.

The woman smiles, visibly happy about my softball of a question.

"You already know the answer, surely. You're a dominant but open to subbing to the right person. You're a man but also genderfluid. You have a high sex drive and a sadistic streak. You're the perfect test subject."

She's right, it does make perfect sense. I know deep down that I have what it takes to be the perfect fucktoy. It won't be easy, but I can do it, especially if the other option is having my consciousness wiped out of existence.

I do have another question now, though.

"Can I get hurt? Like, really hurt? Can I suffer? Can I go insane?"

Another smile from the woman, but this one feels like a pity smile.

"There are in-built limits, but they are pretty high. So the answer is 'yes, but actually no'. For example, the United Nations has banned the use of solitary confinement for longer than 15 days, because of the mental anguish and eventual insanity that a normal human would experience if kept without social interaction for longer than that. So, there's a protection in place that means after 14 days of no social interaction, your mind becomes immune to further distress from this issue. There's similar protections in place for lots of things, such as discomfort, pain, sleep deprivation, sensory deprivation and just general boredom. You can feel really really bored, and really really lonely, but your mind will never be pushed 'over the edge', even if you're kept awake in a box for twenty years. But, well, I'd recommend trying to please your Master enough that you're not kept in a box for twenty years."

I shudder at the thought.

"On the plus side, your default settings for pleasure sensation are notably higher than normal humans, so you'll likely find that-"

She suddenly cuts herself off.