Life is plastic

Tracy felt more stiff than a moment before. But she also felt the tigling sensation of long hairs. Looking down, her view was blocked by two massive globes with plastic texture. She was stuck in leather lingerie, and looking at her hands, and arms, all her skin had that brillant plastic texture.

What the fuck ? She wanted to say but only thought about it.

I can't talk ??

Tracy rushed to the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror.

She looked like a sex doll, all her skin was perfect and shiny, make up painted directly on her face, her mouth slightly open and not moving in the slightest. She had long red hairs, green eyes, unnatural proportions with huge tits, ridiculously small waist, and big round butt. She passed her hand on her face on which only her eyes were moving, and it felt incredibly good.

Why did I turn into a sex doll ?? Is... is this Eric's idea of a perfect woman ??