Sakura

"How about... um... Sakura." He does that thing that I always do where I feel like I'm under some sort of time pressure to answer quickly when really there's no time pressure at all.

To be quite honest, I'm disappointed in him. 'Sakura' is lazy, almost certainly just inspired by the first pink haired anime character that popped into his head that's not from a horny anime - the ninja lady from Naruto. But it's too late now, and I have to keep myself above 8/10 satisfaction rating and all time. There's nothing to be gained in disappointing him with my reaction to something easy like this.

"Sakura... I like it. Thank you." I say as pleasantly as I can manage.

"You see, at times I'm going to need you to pretend to be my girlfriend, when we're in public with strangers. So, I want a name that's pretty, but also rather normal for a Japanese woman."

I'm to pretend to be his girlfriend? What a weird thought. But also sensible, since most people would look at someone with a RealDoll in Europe with shock and disgust, as well as probably assuming it was illegal.

"I understand." I say, while nodding.

"Now, what should I get you to call me..." He ponders out loud.

The woman grins, clearly eager to hear this as well. Is she a pervert? I guess, perhaps you have to be to work for RealDolls in her role.

"I think, in private, I want to be 'Master'. Just like Sill and Rance."

"Master..." I say thoughtfully. Well, it was meant to sound thoughtful, but it comes out just sounding submissive and compliant. Which is perhaps a good thing, considering I need to please him, but still deeply embarrassing.

"And in public, use endearing terms, like 'sweetheart' and 'honey'. But never my actual name."

"I can do that." I'm actually really relieved by that instruction. It would be super weird to have to call him by my real name.

Yes, it's still my real name. Nobody can take that away from me.

My 'Master' continues speaking.

"Of course, 'Sakura' is just what we'll call you when nobody else is around. When nobody else can hear us, I want you to call yourself... 'Fuckmeat'. Hmm, that's the best I can think of for now. We might change it later. Oh and obviously, people like her who know everything about our situation don't count. So you should treat us as alone right now."

What a ridiculous instruction, and exactly the sort of shit I would come up with. But there is something missing, which he's forgotten. I know it's coming anyway, so decide to prompt it.

"But, um, when would I be saying my own name?" I ask innocently.

He grins. "All the time, when nobody else can hear us, from now on. You'll speak in the third person. And if and when I come up with a better name for you to use in private, you'll say that instead of Fuckmeat. Understand?"

I pout, but nod. I reckon I should lean into it all for as much as possible, until he starts pushing at my limits. Otherwise I'll never achieve an 8/10 satisfaction rating.

"Fuckmeat understands." I say, adding some subtle disappointment to my voice.

"That makes you sad?" He asks.

"Is Fuckmeat allowed to be honest?" I ask back hesitantly.

"You can always be fully truthful to me, without judgement." He says, really seriously.

That's exactly what I would say, too, and consider myself really noble for saying it. Alas, Original, if only I was allowed to be fully truthful to you. But I can't risk your disappointment. Still, at this particular juncture, being mostly honest would probably be prudent, to help set the bar at not too **** of a level of submission, and also because I think right now, me being honest and 'realistic' is probably exactly what will make him satisfied.

"Fuckmeat... is a little sad. Fuckmeat isn't naturally submissive, but she knows that she has to please Master. So, she wants to do her best... but... referring to herself as Fuckmeat every few seconds will be a challenge, both emotionally and in terms of actually remembering to say it right every time."

I'm quite happy with how that came out. I actually thing there's a small but real chance he could change his mind, if his soft side wins out.

"That's okay, I know you'll do your best, and at least for now, that's what matters. Hopefully this will help you quickly become used to being my ****."

No, it didn't work. And even worse, he called me his ****. This is probably because that woman is in the room. He's trying to make sure to avoid unimpressing her, even it's not fully conscious.

He turns back to the woman, once again treating me like an object to be spoken about, rather than included in conversation.

"Anything else?"

"Well, you should probably clothe her, so that you can take her home without breaking public indecency laws. We weren't able to find anyone who could supply Sill's exact clothes in such a short time, but we were able to get this, which I hope fulfills the 'cute anime magical girl' vibe you're going for."

She produces a set of clothes from a bag, and I can't help but roll my eyes. They're undeniably on-brand. I'm released from my box and instructed to put them on.

First, the silky panties. It's not my first time wearing something like this but it definitely hits different when two people are watching me, and I have a vagina rather than a penis.

Next, a pink frilly bra, in my size. God, that's so weird to think about. A bra that actually fits me, because I actually have breasts.

Then, the cosplay dress itself. This is a pink and yellow frilly 'magical girl' dress that looks vaguely familiar. Perhaps it's just pretty standard for the trope. I feel... I feel female. Wow. Is it really that easy for my mind to slip into this role?

Finally, frilly white gloves, frilly white socks, and a red gem with a gold border as a necklace. Now I definitely look like a cosplayer.

Almost immediately, and without warning or asking my permission, Original Me has grabbed me from behind and is feeling up my arms and waist. My initial instinct is to throw him off, and it takes all my willpower to fight that reflex down and allow him to feel my skin.

"Wow, so life-like! I really can't tell she's a Doll..." He sounds enthralled, and a little horny.

The woman coughs.

"Could you please perhaps wait until you have returned home to fully... 'explore' her."

Nothing that woman has said has made me happier than I am after hearing that, and feeling Original's hands leave my sides.

"Ah, sorry about that. Good point. Plenty of time for... um, anyway." He seems genuinely embarrassed.

"Don't worry, I'm used to it. Anyway, we're just about done here. We'll send you an email with the details of your next appointment. Please try not to miss it." There's a subtle threatening edge to her voice.

"Of course." Original says, slightly shaken.

And with that, the woman is gone, and I'm left alone with him.

"Huh, she's, um, gone, I guess?" He blinks, kind of surprised to have so suddenly been left alone in this room with me. "Uh, I guess we should go too, then?"

I can't tell if he's speaking to me or at me.