Tell her that you Found her Washed up on the Beach

It's time to put your plan into action. To guarantee that your interactions with Peach would be as natural as possible, you made sure that she was designed with an amnesiac's understanding of her own life and identity; that way, her personality would remain as sweet and well-mannered as you remembered, but she would have to rely on you for information about the world - and herself.

You dump her out of the pod and into your bed, taking a moment to pull the covers up to her chin before leaving the room to dispose of her pod and cardboard box. You return with a chair, which you set down by her bed and slump into before waking the Love Doll with a gentle stroke of her cheek.

She blinks awake, blearily at first... And then rapidly. Peach remains still beneath the covers as she surveys her immediate surroundings, clearly overwhelmed by the newness of it all... But the comfortable bed, abundant natural light, and your smiling face appear to put her at ease.

"Oh! Hello," she chirps, greeting you in the same high, breathy tone you'd always associated with Princess Peach, "I'm sorry, but I'm feeling a little light-headed... Where are we?"

"This is my home," you explain, trying your best to feign relief, "I live here on the coast. I found you washed up on the beach this morning. You didn't seem hurt so I carried you here and let you sleep in my bed for awhile. The name's Eric, by the way."

"Peach..." she answers, seemingly without thinking, "...Isn't that strange? I thought I had more to say, but... Mm. I must have hit my head before you found me! I can't remember a single thing..."

Peach moves to sit up, lifting a hand to cradle her forehead as if visibly straining to recall her stolen memories... But she ends up shrugging off her blanket in the process, putting her giant, jiggling tits on full (albeit temporary) display! She's quick to shriek and cover up again, though, her cheeks flushing a bright shade of red as she clutches the covers to her heaving bosom.

"I must have been... N-Naked when you found me?"

You reply with a slow nod.

"A-Ah. I suppose that's alright, then." she murmurs - she still looks pretty mortified to you, though. "...If it isn't too much trouble, could I ask for some spare clothing?"

"Your heels are here by the bed," you reply, looking toward the pair of red high-heels you'd pulled from her feet and set beside the bed during her unboxing, "I'm afraid none of my stuff would fit, though... In fact, all I have that might fit a girl like you are some swimsuits left behind by old party guests of mine."

"Well... That might be alright," she sighs, trying in vain to keep the color out of her cheeks, "As long as it isn't anything TOO revealing..."

You depart the room with a reassuring smile, making your way into the adjoining walk-in closet that houses all the articles of clothing that you had amassed over the years. Finally you turn your attention to the very back of the closet - the spot you'd chosen to hang the abandoned bikinis of every slut who had ever visited your beach house - and get to work picking out a sweet little piece for your Love Doll.