Life in Plastic

The obvious answer was to combine his annoying, bitch of a step-sibling with the bright and bubbly, jack-of-all-trades of the doll world. He had dozens to choose from, each iteration probably included tags specific to that look, but he just wanted the classic. With a bit more searching over the device, Alvin found an eject button, allowing him to use the device like an actual toy gun and dispense the remaining foam balls without creating a fusion. He would have to test one of his fused bullets to see if unfusing was possible, but now he had to get Tracy back into the world. He grabbed one of his multiple copies of the plastic blonde, not worried to lose this common model to the process. A silhouette much curvier and perkier than Tracy appeared on the screen with a massive list of tags to choose from: Blonde, Perky, Plastic, Bimbo, Fashionable, Bubbly, some are more objective than others. It was a lot nicer than the list attributed to Tracy, which included Selfish, Slutty, Vain, and Dishonest, but he did spy Cunning and Well-Spoken. For the user's convenience, tags could be sorted, allowing Alvin to select all the tags related to Tracy's body while only picking the ideal personality tags of both girls. He wasn't looking to fully replace Tracy, just make her more agreeable and pleasant to be around; Bubbly and Perky instead of Dishonest and Selfish. He shopped through the women's respective catalogues until he felt that he had created the perfect mix of his step-sister and a misogynist's dream of the ideal woman. All he had to do now was pull the trigger and bring her to life. So he did.

In a similar fashion to her absorption, Tracy formed a few feet in front of Alvin in painless chunks, starting with her glossy, pink heels, moving up her smooth legs, past her wide, attractive hips, along her slim waist to the bouncy bust beneath her wide-eyed face. She took a shocked breath, looking around at the room she was just in. "What the heck, Alvin?" She accused.