Alcina Dimitrescu (RE8 Trailers)/Alexandra Meaney: 6”6’ tall, H-Cups Lactating Tits, Vampire Teeth, Retractable Nails, Bionic Insides

Your name is Andros Gwyndolin, a high school senior of an obscure all-boys private school. You were born into a wealthy family, Father was a founder of Love Doll competitor, LustDoc, which focused on creating products for the wealthy to augment themselves sexually, as well as other cutting edge lewd technologies. After your mother found out that your father Andrew Gwyndolin was secretly experimenting new hormone technology on you, they got divorced and you were rightfully put in the custody of your mother.

The experiments, not so ironed out, left you tall 6’1”(much taller than your dad), great bone structure, and perfect skin. But effeminate, your frame was slight, your hips a bit wide, bubble but, long sensuous legs, slim build that never seemed to gain muscle, and soft feminine facial features. The hormones did do what they mainly set out to do. You did grow an absurdly large cock, artificially inflicted hypergonadism and macrophallus. Even after the experiments stopped the gene therapy technology permanently changed your physiology. You felt like a freak, hearing the arguments between your family members through the walls of the house, then hearing them yell at each other over the phone, talking about you. To focus on themselves to notice your own feelings on the matter...and how others were praying on you from a young age. Too insecure to think what was happening to you was wrong, and never finding the courage to speak out.

As the years went on, you were sent to the all-boys high school with your mother hoping it would be a space where you feel more comfortable, and learn to be a man. Whatever that meant. She insisted that you sign up for the Family Studies course when seeing it on the curriculum offered and so you signed up. Not knowing at all what would ensue.

You found the course distasteful, full of Mr. LaVerne’s one warped propaganda on the gender roles of society, based on mainly “recent” history of nuclear families, and some Victorian influence. You did you best to smile and nod; it was just a dumb class run by a dumb painfully old fashioned professor. It will pass. And your As in the class did make your mother worry less so it wasn’t fruitless. And you felt sympathy for TA, Alex that seemed uncomfortable with the whole situation, and faking compliance just like you. One time on a one on one you had with her about an assignment it was revealed to you that this was her first TA experience, and that she needed to make a good impression.

"Now, all of your parents have already been informed of the nature of this assignment and contributed the necessary funds," the teacher announced, casting his sharp-eyed gaze around the room; "All that remains is to sign the form before you to customize the... subject of your practical exam, which I will be grading throughout the term."

It was the first Monday in October when Mr. LaVerne distributed a stack of strange forms to the class. And after reading the assignment your mouth already started to drop.

Jimmy, one of your peers raised his hand, "Subject? What do you mean by that?"

"Oh, didn't I mention?" he replied with a smirk, "Each of you will be receiving a life-sized, fully-functional copy of our wonderful TA here - your very own Alex Meaney Love Doll."

You saw the color from Alex’s face, and you knew her mask was slipping. And you almost dropped yours. This was absurd, cruel, and just wrong.

"W-What? No!" she sputtered, rising from her desk in a sudden fury, "This is... I never agreed to anything about this!"

Then she gestured angrily at you and the rest of the class, demanding that you all "rip those up" before stomping out of the room and off down the hall to inform the principal. And you almost felt inclined to do just that on principle. But you knew it wouldn’t change anything, your mom would just insist that you were just being emotional, that you needed to man up and finish what you started. Or something like that, and make you do it anyway.

"Show a little skin next time you come in, won't you? The class could use a little eye candy!" Mr. LaVerne sneered after her, obviously unconcerned about any possible consequences of the exchange.

So after a deep eternal sigh, and pangs of invisible empathy tugging at your soul, you entered a state of apathy, something you were getting all too familiar with. And you filled out the form without much of any hesitation. You didn’t care to listen to any of the banter among your classmates, this whole situation is making your stomach heavy, and your chest tight enough that all you do is take shallow breaths . A human being is not something you can just play with, a person's psyche should not be something commodified.