Your Mother Calls you down

“Coming!” You called back, hearing that your Love Doll came in. Having mixed feelings about the whole thing. If there was anyone you feel safe to confide in it would be something that can’t do anything you don’t want them to, and has the mind of Alex. But the circumstances. Well you were still trying to process how you were going to try and complete this assignment gracefully. And you thought you found a loophole in the assignments. To throw an untraditional wrench and still get 100% based on the rubric. But honestly that seemed like a pipedream, you expected nothing less than a mess out of this situation.

When you got downstairs some workmen were hauling it into the house on a furniture dolly, I was in a wooden crate but I knew what must have been inside.

“Oh my god? I knew you were getting a Love Doll...but why is it so large? Is it even going to get through the door?” Your mother said, stopping whatever she was doing to gawk at the box.

“I don’t know Ma. Why don’t we just let her out in the living room upstairs, and then she could stay in my room.” You said scratching your head.

“You mean it...sweetheart. And it can be in the house but I don’t want to see you two...in the throws of things...Got it?” She said sternly, looking at you as if it wasn't obvious.

“Yeah I got it Ma.” You said, not really wanting to think about such things. But luckily she went to walk away to do whatever she was doing now that you were handling the situation.

The delivery men took apart the crate for us and took the pieces away. They even had a vacuum to clean up the wood mess that was left. Honestly great customer service experience. I gave them a tip before they left. The men looked a bit confused before thanking me; you figured they never got a tip before.

Going back upstairs you looked at the large pod, space-age steel shaped egg with a metal hatch and transparent window. You could see her sleeping in there, curled up in a fetal position. They left a paper manual on the coffee table, with a tap on flash-drive for I guess the pdf file version, maybe some other software too. Opening up the hatch she seemed to be dressed in the same dress that the character Lady Dimitrescu was wearing in the new trailers, the hat seemed to be curled between her legs and torso, too large for her to wear inside the pod properly. You thought she was a good character to base it for the assignment, mainly because it was the first thing that came to mind, with the internet going crazy over her design. But you did ask for it not to be the most faithful rendition, since 9 feet tall was excessive, and you weren’t sure how Alex would feel like looking older than she was, so you also asked for a younger face. But you are kidding yourself if you said you didn’t want her to be tall, or at least taller than you.

You catch yourself staring at her, she was striking, even more striking in person, and she looked so calm, just curled up, content. You felt heaviness in your stomach again, as you knew what was about to happen. You already synced your voice and biometrics with the Love Doll company so you were already pre pre-programmed owner, you watched some basic videos detailing commands. You had skipped over all the commands about changing the mental state/traits, because it was disabled for the test anyway, and the idea made you want to spill your lunch.

“Alcina Wake” You said and immediately she started to stir, long eyelashes fluttering to reveal glowing golden eyes, some light effects flashing in her iris, probably signaling initialization. When she started to look around her eyes went wide, jumping out of the pod and standing and looking all around. You both were in a living room area, lots of bookcases, couches, it was kinda like a little library but there was also a tv.

“Alex...it’s me Andros? Remember?” You said, having her look at you incredulously, before a waive of understanding washed over her face. And she looked down at herself and at her arms, instinctively retracting and elongating her metal claw-nails. Before crashing down onto her knees, her long dress getting crumpled underneath her along with her spirit.

“I am Love Doll now aren’t I?” She said, looking down past the floor, probably into some abyss. Her own voice foreign to her. You were even surprised to hear they copied the voice from the character.

“...Yes,” You said with a sigh, watching all this felt as if old wounds were opening up again in your heart, and the blood in your lungs made it hard for you to breathe.

“Alex...I am so sorry. I don’t want to do this either…” You said trying to find the words.

“Yeah right! So why is my body so sexualized? You wanted this to ask for it.” She spitted out venomously.

“...I guess to some degree I did.” You admitted, swallowing hard, you knew she was right. “Even though Love Doll always makes their dolls proportions hypersexual I could have asked to have it toned down...and I am sorry. I know I had to pick something, and I don’t want to stand out even more than I already do," You said desperately, feeling so many emotions well up inside you, feeling it gather in your throat.

“What do you mean by that?” She asked, looking a bit confused.

“Ohh Ohhhf...I am sure you seen how the other kids look at me. They think I am a freak. No one talks and treats me like a person. I don’t know how but rumors spread about what happened to me.” You let out, staring into the open air, not able to look her in the eyes.

“So What? You're doing this to fit in…? You don’t care about me? Don’t act like you do.” She said almost rolling her eyes at you.

“...Well yes. But it’s not like I can say no. My mom **** me to take the class, and she won’t let me quit. She wants to make a man out of me, thinking an all boys school would be a good influence on me. But I don’t have any friends. And honestly when you said to me that this LaVerne was your first TA assignment and you just had to bite your tongue basically. I felt for you. I know it's not the same thing...but I do care about you. I don’t think this is right. But I don’t have a choice either.” I blurted out frustratingly, tears falling down my face.

“...Why don’t you have any friends? Why do they think you're a freak?” She asked, her face softening, seeing you were really hurting yourself.

“Because I am a freak! Just some experiment my father made of me that didn’t go exactly as planned. You see my perfect skin? Feminine soft facial features? Button nose? Slim frame? All those were side effects for some sexual enhancement technology that he was going to sell to rich people like himself. Thinking he needed to test on developing humans for it to work the best.” I let out soft and slow before going to grab my phone, and took my phone out showing pictures of my parents. “Do I look like their son? I might as well not be, since even my DNA has been so warped that we are basically not even related. A DNA test would say I am no one's son, if I am even male at all.” you said as you knelt down next to her. She looked at you with wide eyes, confused, and then eventually pity.

“Sorry I didn’t know…” She said, looking down.

“It’s ok. I am honestly kinda glad you heard it from me first. I don’t even want to think about what other people say about me more than I already do. And I do feel for you. This situation you're **** into shitty and wrong. Being put in a strange body, having to do things you don’t want to. I guess at least I have a choice but is it really a choice if I don’t have anywhere else to to go? You are limited by programming in your software, and I am limited in other ways, but also by my current mental programming, there are some things I can’t do, but that really isn’t by design like in your situation. I guess…” You were rambling on.

“I get it. You don’t have to say more.” She said looking at me, and I looked back at her for a second. I felt a wash of relief, but my whole psyche still felt so sore, and numb.

“Thanks...I really appreciate it. And I promise I won’t try and do anything you don’t want to. And I won’t mess with your head...that’s all kinds of fucked, and It should be unavailable due to LaVerne’s assignment restrictions. So at least you don’t have to worry about that...you will always be you. No matter what anyone else says.” You said back to her.

“Yeah great.” She said sarcastically, before sighing…”I am sorry. I know you're trying to make me feel better. But I don’t want to think about how I have no more human rights anymore.” She said.

“That’s fair...Well um. Thanks for treating me like a human being. I will try my best to do the same for you.” You said not knowing what else to do but sit there.

“Where is the bathroom?” She asked.

“We got tons of bathrooms...There is one in my bedroom, just next door. There is one down the hall across from the one of the guest bedrooms. There one downstairs...right next to the stairs, etc. We got no shortage of bathrooms in a house for only two people.” You said shaking your head, thinking it was excessive.

“Ok thanks.” She said before standing up and walking to the one across the hall.